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Chapter 7
The Lost
Chapter 7
Author: Frosty the Dairy Cow
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Elrond, Legolas, Aragorn, Haldir, Galadriel, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: After the defeat of Sauron, Elves and Men go to war. The reason, though, is not so clear. Contains real plot.
Notes: Elvish translations are at the end of each chapter.
Disclaimer: LOTR is not mine. Bleh.
*
Peering down the makeshift stairs, Legolas squinted into the darkness that was the prison of men. It was nothing more than a hole in the ground, though a large hole it was. Lanterns lit the dirt walls and cast long shadows along the ground, highlighting the steel bars that kept the men in their cages.
Legolas' keen eyesight searched for Elrond. He had not been above ground, nor did he seem to be below. The prison was empty, save for the few humans held captive.
He had been good friends with Aragorn for a long while, and he knew him well. He had also known the Steward of Minas Tirith, Captain Faramir, to be a wise man as well. Both Legolas had held in high esteem, until he had heard of what they had done to the Grey Havens. A large army of men held it, blocking the passage to Valinor from the elves. After heading back to Mirkwood, Legolas had wanted to seek out Aragorn, ask him why such things were being done. His father had not allowed it. It would not have mattered, though, for when Legolas took things into his own hands and tried to contact the King of Gondor, he had received no reply.
Stories had trickled into the realms of the Elves, stories of their kind being held captive and slaughtered by Rohan and Gondor. For the longest while, Legolas would not believe men were capable of such acts, no matter what the reason. It took nearly ten years into the war before he really understood the violence of men. Until then, he had not ventured into one-on-one battle with his former allies. Until then, he had not witnessed the execution of elves at the hands of the King's servants.
He remembered the day he heard of Arwen's death. Arwen, who had been taken away from Gondor by her father just before the men summoned their forces to in the the Elven realms. She had not wanted to leave. Legolas did not know the whole story of what Arwen had seen while with Aragorn. Elrond did not speak of it.
His bright blue eyes stared at the man behind the bars. Legolas wondered if Aragorn mourned the loss of his former love.
"Mae govanneno Lorien, Aran uin Gondor," said Legolas, clasping his hands behind his back.
Aragorn sat on the dirt floor, his hands laying softly over his bent knees. He did not look up at the elf. His cellmates, though, servant guards as they were, glared at Legolas with nothing short of hatred.
"Legolas, gem mellon nin," he said softly, turning the ring on his dirt-stained finger. His blue eyes ventured up to the elf's own. "Thranduilon aracaun cuinar sui ipost uin Mirkwood gwanno. Im orgell an tir ged gedi hwest."
Aragorn's expression held no compassion. Legolas felt a sting of injury at the human's words. "You wish to see me dead," he replied, tilting his head, "Why?"
The King chuckled softly as he rose to his feet. As he approached the bars, Legolas noticed the man's face was bruised. "I owe you no explanation," he said coldly, "We are no longer friends. The world of Men will see the world of Elves destroyed."
The anger in his words made Legolas want to turn and leave, to not bother with dealing with such hate. Galadriel's warnings, though, were foremost on his mind. Aragorn was important to them, important to the survival of Elves. Standing across from the King of Gondor, though, the elf could not understand how Aragorn would ever help them.
"Has Elrond been to see you?" Aragorn's eyes flickered at the mention of his former caretaker's name.
"Your Lord Elrond has taken to abusing his captives," he said, "When my men find me, they will slaughter you all."
Legolas frowned. "Elrond hit you? Did you not answer his questions?"
"Questions?" Aragorn shook his head and grinned, placing his hands on the bars and leaning forward, "He asked nothing."
The elf clenched his jaw as he gazed at the King. He could still see the same pride and strength that was evident nearly one hundred years ago, at the end of their Fellowship.
Legolas' expression turned sorrowful. It was not supposed to be like this, two friends on either side of a war. "Do you have no love left for the world you were raised in?" he asked, hoping for a sign that he could still be won over, "What could elves have possibly done to incur such wrath?"
"What could you have done?" he repeated, narrowing his eyes, "Surely you are not that ignorant. I know you, Legolas. You are clever. You can figure it out."
Licking his lips, Legolas pressed for more. "Your men have taken Valinor from us," he said, "Tell me why."
"You deserve nothing less than eternal unrest on this earth," he said, his eyes flashing, "If I could turn you mortal, I would."
"Mortal like Arwen?"
Legolas blinked softly when Aragorn's fist hit the steel bars. "Never speak of her," he hissed, "You have no right." Slamming the bars again, he pushed off and walked to the back of the cell. The guards' eyes were upon their King.
"Do you miss her?" Aragorn's back was turned to him, but Legolas c see see his fists clench. In anger or sorrow, he did not know. Taking the silence as an affirmation of the King's feelings, he continued, "This war killed her. It is killing people you love and people I love every second it goes on."
Aragorn turned to him with a smile. "Are you trying to negotiate peace?"
"If I am, would you have it?" The King approached the cell door again, narrowing his eyes. Before he could respond, though, a light flickered at the top of the stairs.
Legolas looked up as Elrond descended. His dark eyes hid none of their annoyance. "Why are you here?" he asked, "These men are to be interrogated by no one but me."
"You are in no position to offer peace, Prince Legolas," smirked Aragorn, glancing at Elrond, "The Lord of Rivendell is he who has guardianship over these lands. Or has he not told you?"
The sapphire-blue eyes of the blonde elf traveled carefully from the King to Elrond. The elder elf stared at Aragorn with contempt. "Your lies have no place here," he spat, "Um, naer firion."
Aragorn laughed and stepped away from the bars, settling himself back on the dirt floor. He looked up at the elves with a sparkle in his eyes, but said nothing more.
"Leave us, Legolas," breathed Elrond, staring at the human, "Do not let me find you down here again without permission."
Knitting his brows, Legolas glanced once more at Aragorn before leaving, ascending the stairs slowly. Now was not the time to speak with the King. He would do it later, when Elrond was through.
*
TBC
Elf-Speak:
Mae govanneno Lorien, Aran uin Gondor. - Well met from Lorien, King of Gondor.
Legolas, gem mellon nin. Thranduilon aracaun cuinar sui ipost uin Mirkwood gwanno. Im orgell an tiradle gedi hwest. - Legolas, my old friend. Thranduil's royal prince lives as the rest of Mirkwood dies. I am overjoyed to see you catch breath.
Um, naer firion. - Evil, lamentable mortal.
Chapter 7
Author: Frosty the Dairy Cow
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Elrond, Legolas, Aragorn, Haldir, Galadriel, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: After the defeat of Sauron, Elves and Men go to war. The reason, though, is not so clear. Contains real plot.
Notes: Elvish translations are at the end of each chapter.
Disclaimer: LOTR is not mine. Bleh.
*
Peering down the makeshift stairs, Legolas squinted into the darkness that was the prison of men. It was nothing more than a hole in the ground, though a large hole it was. Lanterns lit the dirt walls and cast long shadows along the ground, highlighting the steel bars that kept the men in their cages.
Legolas' keen eyesight searched for Elrond. He had not been above ground, nor did he seem to be below. The prison was empty, save for the few humans held captive.
He had been good friends with Aragorn for a long while, and he knew him well. He had also known the Steward of Minas Tirith, Captain Faramir, to be a wise man as well. Both Legolas had held in high esteem, until he had heard of what they had done to the Grey Havens. A large army of men held it, blocking the passage to Valinor from the elves. After heading back to Mirkwood, Legolas had wanted to seek out Aragorn, ask him why such things were being done. His father had not allowed it. It would not have mattered, though, for when Legolas took things into his own hands and tried to contact the King of Gondor, he had received no reply.
Stories had trickled into the realms of the Elves, stories of their kind being held captive and slaughtered by Rohan and Gondor. For the longest while, Legolas would not believe men were capable of such acts, no matter what the reason. It took nearly ten years into the war before he really understood the violence of men. Until then, he had not ventured into one-on-one battle with his former allies. Until then, he had not witnessed the execution of elves at the hands of the King's servants.
He remembered the day he heard of Arwen's death. Arwen, who had been taken away from Gondor by her father just before the men summoned their forces to in the the Elven realms. She had not wanted to leave. Legolas did not know the whole story of what Arwen had seen while with Aragorn. Elrond did not speak of it.
His bright blue eyes stared at the man behind the bars. Legolas wondered if Aragorn mourned the loss of his former love.
"Mae govanneno Lorien, Aran uin Gondor," said Legolas, clasping his hands behind his back.
Aragorn sat on the dirt floor, his hands laying softly over his bent knees. He did not look up at the elf. His cellmates, though, servant guards as they were, glared at Legolas with nothing short of hatred.
"Legolas, gem mellon nin," he said softly, turning the ring on his dirt-stained finger. His blue eyes ventured up to the elf's own. "Thranduilon aracaun cuinar sui ipost uin Mirkwood gwanno. Im orgell an tir ged gedi hwest."
Aragorn's expression held no compassion. Legolas felt a sting of injury at the human's words. "You wish to see me dead," he replied, tilting his head, "Why?"
The King chuckled softly as he rose to his feet. As he approached the bars, Legolas noticed the man's face was bruised. "I owe you no explanation," he said coldly, "We are no longer friends. The world of Men will see the world of Elves destroyed."
The anger in his words made Legolas want to turn and leave, to not bother with dealing with such hate. Galadriel's warnings, though, were foremost on his mind. Aragorn was important to them, important to the survival of Elves. Standing across from the King of Gondor, though, the elf could not understand how Aragorn would ever help them.
"Has Elrond been to see you?" Aragorn's eyes flickered at the mention of his former caretaker's name.
"Your Lord Elrond has taken to abusing his captives," he said, "When my men find me, they will slaughter you all."
Legolas frowned. "Elrond hit you? Did you not answer his questions?"
"Questions?" Aragorn shook his head and grinned, placing his hands on the bars and leaning forward, "He asked nothing."
The elf clenched his jaw as he gazed at the King. He could still see the same pride and strength that was evident nearly one hundred years ago, at the end of their Fellowship.
Legolas' expression turned sorrowful. It was not supposed to be like this, two friends on either side of a war. "Do you have no love left for the world you were raised in?" he asked, hoping for a sign that he could still be won over, "What could elves have possibly done to incur such wrath?"
"What could you have done?" he repeated, narrowing his eyes, "Surely you are not that ignorant. I know you, Legolas. You are clever. You can figure it out."
Licking his lips, Legolas pressed for more. "Your men have taken Valinor from us," he said, "Tell me why."
"You deserve nothing less than eternal unrest on this earth," he said, his eyes flashing, "If I could turn you mortal, I would."
"Mortal like Arwen?"
Legolas blinked softly when Aragorn's fist hit the steel bars. "Never speak of her," he hissed, "You have no right." Slamming the bars again, he pushed off and walked to the back of the cell. The guards' eyes were upon their King.
"Do you miss her?" Aragorn's back was turned to him, but Legolas c see see his fists clench. In anger or sorrow, he did not know. Taking the silence as an affirmation of the King's feelings, he continued, "This war killed her. It is killing people you love and people I love every second it goes on."
Aragorn turned to him with a smile. "Are you trying to negotiate peace?"
"If I am, would you have it?" The King approached the cell door again, narrowing his eyes. Before he could respond, though, a light flickered at the top of the stairs.
Legolas looked up as Elrond descended. His dark eyes hid none of their annoyance. "Why are you here?" he asked, "These men are to be interrogated by no one but me."
"You are in no position to offer peace, Prince Legolas," smirked Aragorn, glancing at Elrond, "The Lord of Rivendell is he who has guardianship over these lands. Or has he not told you?"
The sapphire-blue eyes of the blonde elf traveled carefully from the King to Elrond. The elder elf stared at Aragorn with contempt. "Your lies have no place here," he spat, "Um, naer firion."
Aragorn laughed and stepped away from the bars, settling himself back on the dirt floor. He looked up at the elves with a sparkle in his eyes, but said nothing more.
"Leave us, Legolas," breathed Elrond, staring at the human, "Do not let me find you down here again without permission."
Knitting his brows, Legolas glanced once more at Aragorn before leaving, ascending the stairs slowly. Now was not the time to speak with the King. He would do it later, when Elrond was through.
*
TBC
Elf-Speak:
Mae govanneno Lorien, Aran uin Gondor. - Well met from Lorien, King of Gondor.
Legolas, gem mellon nin. Thranduilon aracaun cuinar sui ipost uin Mirkwood gwanno. Im orgell an tiradle gedi hwest. - Legolas, my old friend. Thranduil's royal prince lives as the rest of Mirkwood dies. I am overjoyed to see you catch breath.
Um, naer firion. - Evil, lamentable mortal.