Complications and Confusion

Title: Complications and Confusion
Author: cathankitten
Part: 2/?
Email cathankitten@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-NC17
Warnings: M/M, spanking, mpreg,cutting, suicidal thoughts.
Disclaimer: The established characters, places, and languages are the property of the Tokien Estate, and the Tolkien Enterprises. This is a work of fanfiction written for fun, and no money or an other form of painment is being made off of it.
Beta: rana

Author's Notes for story: This fic takes place mostly in Lothlorien. Some of the male elves are born with the ability to carry elflings. Yes, I know this has be done before :p Legolas is one of them, and so are Elladan and Elrohir. These male elves are treated much differently then other males, or even females. They are the most rare and most protective, if sometimes over protected elves.

This means Elrond did not let Elladan and Elrohir did not go out orc hunting to avenge their mother. Of course he didn't discourage Arwen from doing so.I am just putting the ages they would be in human terms, this is easier for me to do. Order of ages from olderst to youngest Haldir 30, Orophin 27, Elladan 23, Erohir 23, Arwen 21, Legolas 19, and Rumil 16. Yes, I made Rumil the youngest instead of Legolas.

[~~~ = beginning of flashback

~~~] = end of flashback

++++ = scene changes


Chapter 2

Legolas sighs because he still doesn't know why Haldir
left. He continues to cry and waits for his husband to
return. Suddenly someone touches him on the shoulder,
he turns around and sees Rumil smirking evilly at him.
The elfling has returned to cause him more pain. It
seems to be Rumil's goal to do so.

Legolas has had trouble with Rumil since he married
Rumil’s brother. Rumil is always teasing him, hurting
him and causing him misery. Of course he doesn’t do so
when others are around.

"Did you get into trouble again, freak?" Rumil snarls
out as he pokes his finger on Legolas' chest. He
raises on his tip-toes and whispers "Doesn't look like
my brother did enough, though. Maybe I should help."
then puts his feet flat again and backs away. "No, I
think I will just let him do that. I wouldn't want to
get anything from a freak like you."


"I am not a freak," Legolas states defensively ' Why
do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you?'
"Of course you are a freak... males are not supposed
to carry children....You should never been born, "
Rumil states then smirks again.

Legolas looks at his brother-in-law and tries to think
of something to say, but he is at a loss of words.

Everything he says or does seems to anger the elfling
and he doesn't want to get hurt now, not while he is
pregnant. The last thing Legolas needs is for Rumil to
hurt his and Haldir’s child.

A noise from near by draws Legolas and Rumil's
attention. Haldir is outside and will soon be up. They
can hear him talking to some other elves, and he is
telling them that he has to get back inside his home.
"Hold out your hand, palm up" Rumil demands, as he
stands square in front of his older brother-in-law.

"What?" Legolas inquires curiously. 'Why does he want
me to do that?'

"Just do it," Rumil hisses, turns to look at see if
anyone is coming, then back to Legolas again.

Legolas holds out his hand and Rumil whacks it hard
and fast, with a flat piece of wood, he had in his
tunic pocket. Legolas gaps and pulls his hand back.
"What was that for?" he cries out as he rubs his and
against his side.

Rumil laughs, then takes the piece of wood and smacks
himself hard, on the side of his face. He then backs
away from Legolas and begins screeching and bawling.
Legolas backs up against the wall and stares wide-eyed
at him.

"What did you do that for?" Legolas inquires.

"Rumil, what is wrong?" Haldir anxiously asks as he
comes into the room. He looks over at his wife, but
Legolas is to shocked to give any information.

Rumil rushes over to Haldir and buries his face, into
his brother's tunic. He cries hysterically and mumbles
Haldir hugs his little brother tight and pets the back
of his head.

"Calm down and tell me what is wrong, please," Haldir
urges. One thing he hates more then most everything
else, is his baby brother in pain.

"I came in.. thought he was hurt.. hit me.." Rumil
sniffles out and hugs Haldir tighter.

"Who hit you?" Haldir asks.

"I was trying.. help.." Rumil sniffles out. He leans
around so he can see Legolas and smirks at him, then
buries his head in Haldir's tunic again.

"Who?" ergs Haldir

Rumil tilts his head up, so Haldir can see the redness
of his face and says "Legolas," then begins to cry
again.

Haldir's eyes narrow as he glances upon the darkening
mark marring his baby brother's face. He turns to his
wife, looks down and see that he his right hand is
pinked, and says. "Don't move, do not even breathe,
Legolas. I will return to deal with you." then turns
back to Rumil, lifts him up, and carries him out of
the room.

Legolas bursts into tears and sinks down to the floor.
He knows Haldir is going to spank him again Maybe he
is going to whip him or cane him. It's going to be
extremely bad, but he can't stop it.

"Why did you do it? How could you hurt him. He's just
an elfling, not in his majority yet. Just tell me

why?" Haldir demands as he storms into the room. "Get
up, and stop acting like you were the one hurt,
Legolas."

Legolas looks up at his fuming husband "I didn't," he
cries out, and back scoots towards the wall as Haldir
advances towards him.

Haldir grabs Legolas by the right arm and pulls him
up, not to gently. He turns him around and swats him
ten time rapidly. "How dare you lie to me!" he yells
as he does so.

"I didn't lie. I didn't hurt, Rumil," Legolas cries
out. ' Why won't he believe me?'

"Stop lying Legolas. It was only you and he in the
room, do you expect me to believe that Rumil hit
himself," Haldir snaps out.

"Yes, "Legolas screeches out and tries to get away
from Haldir

Haldir walks him over to the bed and pushes him down
on it. Then back away and begins pacing the room.

After a few minutes he stops and says " I am going to
go out, again. I am far to angry with you to punish
you now, or even tonight. I will be back for dinner
later, and I expect you to have it finished, when I
return. I think maybe you need to rest I while before
that though, obviously you are not thinking clearly.
Rumil is resting now, and do not dare do anything else
to him." then leaves Legolas crying, on the bed.
+++

He hears Haldir leave and tries to stop crying. He
can’t though he is too hurt too angry about the events
of the day. Many things happened to him, and he can’t
handle it anymore.

As soon as he knows that Haldir isn't going to come
back into the room, he reaches over and grabs a small
sharp blade, he keeps hidden away. He sniffles and
tries to stop making noise. He not to listen to the
voice in his head

~*~ Freak.. Freak.. unnatural.. unwanted ..FREAK ~*~
it tells him. He rolls up his tonic sleeve and places
the blade against his cream white skin 'Stop it.. I am
not a freak!' he yells out mentally at the voice. He
doesn't want to hear it anymore. He has hurt it for so
long.

~*~ Not normal only females should have babies ~*~ it
replies He takes the blade and slides it across his
biceps. It bleeds slightly and the cut starts to feel
warm. He starts to feel warm.

~*~ unclean, dirty, abomination, freak ~*~ the voice
growls out and he cutes again, just above the last
mark, and again above that. Some his arm is striped
with thin red lines, some of have beads of blood
dotted along them, others run slightly.

~*~ never should have been born ~*~ it hisses and he
cuts 'STOP STOP WHY WON'T YOU STOP!' he yells out
mentally at the demon that is torturing his mind

~*~ You need to hurt PAIN PAIN FEEL PAIN go on cut, do
it , CUT~*~ it demands and he does over and over '
Pain pain pain pain painpainpainpain' he cries
mentally has he mutilates his right upper arm.

Then the voice stops suddenly, like it always does. He
pants and looks down at his arm, and cries again.
Being an elf he will heal soon, and no one will see,
but it still hurts, and he doesn't understand why he
does it , or why he has to be a freak. "Freak.. such a
useless freak," he says harshly to himself, pulls his
sleeve back down, curls his legs up to his stomach,
and cries himself to sleep

tbc