Denied Rights

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(This part is seen from Elrohir and Elladan’s point of view)

Only the twins seemed to notice that Legolas seemed subdued during the meal.

They had returned to meet with their grandparents and then proceeded to the dining hall, after returning the Mirkwood elf’s knife to him at the training field. Now however, as many of the elves ate and drank, Elrohir and Elladan noticed that Legolas only played with his food, and none actually made it into his mouth.

“He seemed so happy earlier,” the younger twin said, in a tone that wouldn’t be overheard.

“Aye, I had not seen him that happy in a long time. Perhaps Haldir has done something to displease him?” asked Elladan. The brothers turned and looked to the marchwarden who sat a few chairs down from them, across from Legolas.

“Was there even any time for Haldir to say something to him? We went right from the training fields to dinner…” Elrohir’s words trailed off as he continued to stare at the guardian, and he saw what the problem was.

Elladan’s mouth dropped open. “Well,” he said, after recovering himself. “If Legolas were mine, I would not dare to flirt with Glorfindel.” He sat silently for a few seconds, and then seeing the advisor’s concealed pain said, “Haldir is a fool.”

Elrohir nodded in agreement, frowning as he watched Haldir’s actions. The marchwarden’s attention was focused on their father’s seneschal, laughing and smiling at whatever was being said. In the time that the twins covertly studied Haldir, he did not look up at Legolas once.

Elrond’s sons turned their attention to the Mirkwood elf. Immediately, their gazes were met with a pair of fierce brown eyes. Elrohir tentatively smiled at Legolas in hopes of getting those fiery brown eyes to soften.

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(Legolas’ point of view)

Elrohir’s small smile reminded him that the twins were not the ones he was angry with, and so Legolas wearily stopped glaring at them. Elladan’s eyes shifted to Haldir, and then he quickly looked back at Legolas.

Thranduil’s advisor curiously turned his attention to the elf sitting across the table from him, and froze. Haldir was now sitting quite close to Glorfindel, and had almost completely turned his back on Legolas. To make matters worse, Haldir was now running his hand back and forth over Glorfindel’s hand.

Legolas was angry with himself. He had actually believed Haldir wouldn’t hurt him, and was interested in him. Scratch that, he wasn’t angry, he was furious. Furious and hurting. Abruptly he stood up, his chair sliding back with a loud screech. He bowed to his hosts who sat at the head of the table, and then nodded to all of those who had looked up when he had made such a disturbance. Legolas then politely excused himself, turned on his heel, and began to walk out of the hall.

Confused murmurs floated after him, and Legolas cursed softly for drawing so much attention to himself. He could feel the eyes staring at the back of his head as he walked away from the table, and his ears reddened in embarrassment.

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(Glorfindel’s point of view)

Haldir laughed again, and Glorfindel found himself cringing. This was not going the way he had wanted it to go.

Upon entering the dinhallhall, Haldir had seated himself, and had pulled Elrond’s seneschal down next to him. Legolas had looked a little unhappy with the arrangement, and Glorfindel couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps Thranduil’s advisor knew that he and Haldir had once been intimately involved.

Legolas had tried to engage the both of them in conversation, but every time Glorfindel tried to answer, Haldir would speak and somehow manage to ignore Les ins in his reply. Glorfindel had tried to discourage the marchwarden by turning to Haldir’s brother Orophin who sat on his other side, and speaking to him. However, Haldir would smile and accuse Orophin of monopolizing Glorfindel’s attention.

Once or twice Glorfindel glanced at Legolas and was saddened to see that the Mirkwood elf was staring dejectedly at his plate. Again, Glorfindel tried to strike up a conversation with someone else, and again he was thwarted. Without being rude, it seemed there was no way for him to escape the guardian’s attentions. Soon Haldir had scooted their chairs closer together.

Glorfindel reached for his wine glass and took a big sip. He almost spit it out when he felt one of Haldir’s hands on his upper thigh and the other on his arm. He could not fathom why Haldir was acting like this, especially after hearing all this talk about Haldir and Legolas being so involved with each other. The seneschal felt rather then saw Legolas’ eyes narrow when Haldir touched him, and wasn’t the least bit startled when the Mirkwood elf stood up and excused himself.

Legolas’ actions finally seemed to draw Haldir’s attention and the guardian appeared to look puzzled as the golden-haired elf walked off. Glorfindel hoped that Haldir would go after the advisor, but after a few seconds, it appeared that his friend once again was back to focusing on him.

As Legolas walked slowly away, it appeared that everyone began to question his strange behavior. Glorfindel immediately felt sympathy for him and he tried to draw as many around him into conversation as possible, hoping to distract them from the parting figure.

“Elrohir!” came a shout, from a few seats down, and Glorfindel swiveled his head to find that Elrohir had somehow tipped over his glass of wine all over himself and Elladan. The entire table was suddenly focused on the twins as they argued over who’s fault it was, and Glorfindel was thankful that the attention was no longer on Legolas, who had paused in the doorway when he had heard the commotion, but now was gone from the hall. As the guests returned to their previous conversations, and the rest of their meals, Elladan and Elrohir quieted down and excused themselves on the pretense that they needed to change their soiled clothing.

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(Elrohir and Elladan’s point of view)

“Do something El!” hissed Elladan as they heard the murmurs get louder and louder around them. From where they sat in the corner the twins could see the shaking of Legolas’ shoulders and could feel the embarrassment rolling off him in waves.

“What do you want me to do?” a very frustrated Elrohir whispered. He reached for his wine glass to take a gulp when he realized exactly what kind of distraction he could create. “I hope you don’t like that tunic too much,” he said offhandedly, and then making sure nobody was looking their way, he poured a little of the wine onto himself, and then tipped the rest out of his glass onto his brother.

“Elrohir!” his brother shrieked, as the red liquid stained his clothing. He stood up and shook his twin. “What is the matter with you!?” he asked angrily.

Elrohir immediately lurched into some ridiculous story about how Elladan had banged his arm and it was all his fault. As the rest of the table laughed at their predicament, Elrohir pointedly shot his eyes towards the doorway where Legolas had stopped before disappearing. Elladan catching on, began to insult his brother. “Why you son of a---,” he said as he grasped his brother’s now wet tunic.

Celeborn cleared his throat rather loudly, interrupting his grandson, and Elladan, who was suddenly aware of what he had almost said, in front of his grandparents, immediately stopped speaking.

Elrohir quickly apologized for the disruption and then along with his brother, went to their chambers for clean clothes.

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(Legolas’ point of view)

Legolas had turned back when he heard Elladan’s shout, ready to rush to his aid if he was somehow hurt, and had been relieved when he saw it was merely spilled wine. The Mirkwood elf saw Elrohir shoot a look in his direction, and smiled back gratefully before leaving the hall.

The golden haired elf was still angry however. He couldn’t understand how the elf who promised to keep him from harm could do this.

“You are ‘my’ prince, and I will not let anyone hurt you ever again.” Haldir’s beautiful words now rang false. Legolas now ached inside. He stalked to his rooms and grabbed his bow and quiver and headed for the archery fields.

The Mirkwood archer knocked an arrow and sent it flying into the center of the target, urgently hoping that as the arrow flew, so would his anger. He remembered his earlier words by the river, and shot another. “You do want this, don’t you Haldir?” The response had been a passionate kiss, and Legolas had been a fool for accepting it.

Then later as he spoke with Veryaserko, “He is not like the others.” Legolas had spoken these words confidently, ignoring the warnings from one of his most trusted friends. Another arrow struck the middle of the target, splintering his previous arrow.

“Do you not think he could just be using you?” Veryaserko had persisted. A fourth arrow hit the center of the target.

Sensing someone behind him, the archer turned, ready to give whomever it was a piece of his mind. He stopped short when he saw Elrohir standing there with his bow. “May we join you?” the younger twin asked, as his brother appeared behind him, carrying another bow.


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(twins’ point of view)

Elladan spared a look at the four arrows, which were embedded in the target, before turning to his twin. “I’m afraid we have no chance of matching his skill today, brother.”

Elrohir walked closer to their friend before turning to his twin. “We never did have a chance of beating the wood-elf. This you know,” he said sternly.

They were unprepared for what Legolas said to them next. “I can see that he was once involved with your father’s seneschal, and so I fear I must ask you this. Do not dare answer false unless you wish for our friendship to end this very moment.” He took a deep breath. “Have either of you ever lain with him?”

The twins exchanged glances before turning back to the eyes that begged them to say no. “We have never done so, Legolas.” Elladan reached out a hand and laid it on Legolas’ shoulder.

Their friend stiffened, and Elrohir pulled him into a loose embrace, willing him to relax. “We cannot make the hurt go away,” he said sadly. Legolas turned his face away, obviously pretending that they couldn’t see the hot tears coursing down his cheeks.

Elladan wiped them off with his fingers, and kissed his friend on the cheek. Inside, he was fuming. *How dare Haldir treat Legolas in this manner,* he said silently to his twin.

“I really thought that he was different, and I could trust him not to hurt me,” said Legolas in a shaky voice. Elrohir rubbed his back soothingly, urging him to continue. “I am foolish for believing him. Why would he be any different from the rest of them? I’m surprised he didn’t wait to get what he really wanted, I must have bored him so much that he couldn’t continue the farce.” More tears leaked from his eyes, and reluctantly he buried his head in the younger twins’ neck.

The twins looked at each other in dismay. “Legolas, you are beautiful, both inside and out, and if Haldir could not see it, then he does not deserve you!” Elladan said forcefully.

“Nobody could get bored of you, my friend,” said Elrohir softly as he caressed the slender elf’s golden hair. “You are not foolish. The one who catches you and then lets you go is himself a fool.”


Legolas extracted himself from the younger twin’s arms, and carefully wiped his face. “I thank you for your kind words,” he said, as he bent to pick up the bow that he had dropped soon after the brothers had arrived. “I would like to be alone with my thoughts now,” he said as he began to walk away from them.

When the twins thought back on that moment, it seemed that Legolas had paused and was listening to the trees with a puzzled look on his face. It was only seconds later that an arrow whistled through the air, and they watched horrified as it struck their friend with so much force that he was thrown against the tree before he slumped to the ground, motionless.

Reviewer Responses:
Dur En Thurin Naur: Lol they may have been adorable in that chapter, but I’m afraid in this one, it’s simply the opposite… As for the torture, I hope this did it for you! Lol, let me know what you thought! Thanks for your review.

Kept-Secret: I’m glad you liked it. And yes, there may still be something between Haldir and Glorfindel; I’ll go into it more in the next couple of chapters. Hope this was soon enough for you! Let me know what you thought! Thanks for your review.

Haldir’s Heart and Soul: I would say that Legolas unfortunately has a right to be jealous…. But hopefully Haldir will make it up to him. Hope you liked this chapter; let me know what you thought. Thanks for your review!

Elrohir lover: Thanks for your review. Let me know what you thought of this chapter!

Ivorybrowneyes: Lol, yes I had to throw Glorfindel in there. It isn’t a story without Glorfindel!! Thanks for your review! I hope you liked this chapter, let me know what you think!

Carol: I’m so glad you liked it, and I was more than happy to share it with you all. Thanks so much for your review; it means a lot to me!

TheSilentSenshi: Lol, glad you liked the twins… As for Haldir and Glorfindel, I’m afraid I’m not through with them yet. Thanks for the review! I hoped you liked this chapter; let me know what you thought!

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Somali: Legolas deserves the best, and only time will tell if Haldir is indeed ‘the best’… I hope you liked this chapter, let me know what you think. Thanks for your review.

Leann: Lol, I’m glad you love it, and I hope this chapter didn’t disappoint! Thanks for your review.