Mending a Heart and the Tie that Binds

A/N: This chapter is a bit violent. Reader caution is advised.


Chapter 9: Disclosure


Once Elladan, Elrohir and the others had returned from Gaidon, the were ushered into Lord Elrond’s assembly room to provide information about the goings on in the human city. Even though the meeting did not last long, the warriors were anxious to take their leave. They were more than a bit fatigued from their journey and desired a good meal and a comfortable bed.

“Legolas?” Makail said as the princes from Mirkwood emerged from Lord Elrond’s assembly room.

It was dusk, and the coppery colored sky painted the beige walls in hues of scarlet and ginger.

“Legolas, slow down,” Makail said, jogging to keep up with his younger brother.

“What is it?” Legolas asked, turning to face his brother, unable to hide the annoyance in his voice.

“What happened today? Are you alright?”

“I am fine,” Legolas said abruptly, and started to walk away, but Makail put his hand on his shoulder to prevent him from leaving.

“Do not lie to me,” Makail said. “Tell me… what happened?”

“Nothing!” Legolas snapped, shaking loose from Makail’s grasp and stalking away.

“Elladan… Elladan?” Makail called when the eldest twin stepped out of the assembly room.

“Aye?”

“May I speak with you for a moment?”

“Of course.”

“I… I am not sure if I should be saying anything to you… but I am worried about Legolas.”

“Indeed?” Elladan asked, his eyes widening.

“We should not speak about this here. I would not like my father to hear this crsatrsation. May we talk in private?”

“Yes,” Elladan responded. “Follow me.” He led Makail down a hallway and then turned left and walked down a long corridor. Entering a small chamber, Elladan turned to face Makail. “We are alone, here; this passage is empty. Now, why are you worried about Legolas?”

“Something odd happened today,” Makail began slowly, “after we left Gaidon. When we were nearing the borders of Rivendell, Legolas became… agitated.”

“What do you mean?”

“He began to look around frantically, as though some evil creature was near. I called to him, but he didn’t seem to hear me.”

“I do not recall Legolas becoming agitated,” Elladan remarked. “Where was I when this took place?”

“You and Elrohir were talking…. You had fallen back, quite a distance from the rest of us.”

Elladan frowned.

“It was strange to watch, Legolas. It was as though he was somewhere else. I looked into his eyes and saw something that I have never seen before…”

“What? What did you see?” Elladan asked.

“Terror.”

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Elladan entered his bedchamber and smiled when he saw Legolas.

The prince was laying on the bed, face-up. His legs were bent at the knee, his bare feet were planted firmly upon the bed and his arms were laced underneath his head. He was staring at the ceiling.

“Are you hungry?” Elladan asked, looking down at the prince.

“Nay,” Legolas said, still looking upward.

“But it is time for the evening meal,” Elladan protested. “Everyone will be wondering where we are.”

“I do not wish to eat,” Legolas said. “Go ahead without me.”

“Nay, if you are not going, then I choose to remain here. May I join you?”

“Aye.”

Elladan wanted to stay with Legolas but was a bit hungry. He was surprised to see a small bowl, full of some pretty pink and green berries. He grabbed a handful and began to eat. Elladan sat down at the foot of the bed and watched the prince carefully. He wondered why Legolas seemed so melancholy. Placing his hand on the prince’s knee, he stroked it gently. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” Legolas replied.

Elladan placed the berries on the bed while he removed a necklace from around his neck.

“Is that the necklace that I gave to you?”

“Aye.”

“I haven’t seen it on you since I have been here.”

Elladan raised his rowsrows, “I wear your gift everyday, but keep it hidden underneath my tunic. I only take it off at night.”

Legolas shrugged and began to look up at the ceiling again.

“Talk to me, Greenleaf,” Elladan said gently. He ate the rest of the berries and began caressing the prince’s knee again.

Legolas sighed and sat up. “You have been so secretive lately.”

“What do you mean?” Elladan asked, a bit surprised by the prince’s statement.

“You and Elrohir… you are always giving each otherangrange glances or whispering to one another. Something is amiss.”

Elladan didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t realized that he and Elrohir’s secret was so obvious.

Legolas watched Ellafor for a few moments and sighed. “You know… the last time you kept something from me, it was nearly our end.”

“Is that a threat?” Elladan asked, looking at Legolas carefully.

“Nay,” the prince said, shaking his head. “I love you Elladan. I only wish that you could trust me.”

“I do trust you.”

“Prove it then.”

“How?”

“By answering some of my questions. I have heard and observed some strange things and I wish to understand,” Legolas explained.

“Very well,” Elladan said, hoping that Legolas could not tell how nervous he was. He knew the prince was going to ask him about what Haldir had said when they had argued. He knew that he couldn’t lie to Legolas, but he couldn’t tell the truth, either, for it may mean the end of their relationship.

“Recently, when you and Haldir were arguing, he said some strange things.”

“Like what?” Elladan asked, trying to stall.

“Why did Haldir ask where you and Elrohir were when Glorfindel was hurt? And who was Galvannin?”

Elladan sighed and nodded his head slowly. “I will answer your questions.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “About a fortnight after you and your family left Rivendell, Glorfindel’s post was attacked.”

“Attacked?” Legolas asked in shock, “By whom?”

“Orcs,” Elladan said. “They struck late one eveninlorflorfindel was injured in the battle and Galvannin, one of the marchwardens, was killed.”

Legolas blinked forcefully, as though he could not believe what he was hearing.

“Glorfindel’s wound wasn’t mortal, but he was out of commission for a couple of days. He was stabbed in the chest. Luckily, the blade missed his heart.”

Legolas shook his head in dismay. “Why was Haldir angry that you and Elrohir were not there? How did he know about the battle?”

“About a week after you had left Rivendell, some elves from Lórien came. There were here when the orcs attacked. When they went back to Lothlórien, I am certain that they told everyone what had happened here.”

Legolas nodded his head.

“As for what Haldir said… about Elrohir and I not being there for Glorfindel…” Elladan paused for a moment before continuing. “We were not on duty when the orcs attacked. Maybe he believes that if we had been there, Glorfindel would not have gotten hurt.”

Legolas nodded again and Elladan sighed inwardly. He felt badly about not telling the prince the whole truth, but he figured that some truth was better than no truth.

“And what about Elrohir?” Legolas asked.

“What about him?”

“He has been different lately,” Legolas said. “He seems… distracted and upset. He has even been a bit crass with me, at times. What ails him?”

“It is Ellaria,” Elladan said.

“Ellaria?”

“Aye. They… they are no longer together.”

“What?” Legolas asked in shock. “How? When? Why?”

Elladan laughed nervously. “You ask too many questions.” He could feel his heartbeat quicken. He knew that if Legolas knew the answers to these questions, he would know all that had happened after he had left. He had to find a way to put a stop to further questions.

“I ask questions when the answers are not obvious to me,” Legolas explained, “and I must admit that this news is especially shocking. Ellaria and Elrohir were so much in love; they had been together for many years. What could have happened to end their relationship? Especially when they were supposed to be wed so soon?”

“I… I cannot disclose Elrohir’s private matters,” Elladan said so abruptly that the prince arched his eyebrow. “Come now, that is enough questions. I wish to ask you one.”

“What?”

“After the debriefing with my father and the others, I spoke with Makail.”

Legolas sighed audibly and averted his attention to the bed.

“He said that something happened in the forest today.”

“I am fine, Elladan,” Legolas said, flatly. “Makail worries too much. He still treats me like a child sometimes, because I am the youngest. Ignore his concerns. He is overreacting.”

Elladan nodded, even though he knew that Legolas wasn’t being completely honest with him. Suddenly, he felt better. If Legolas could keep a few secrets, so could he.

*I feel so strange.* He looked at the prince and smiled suddenly. Legolas looked so handsome. His flaxen locks were swept to one side and cascaded over one shoulder like a golden waterfall and his face was oddly flushed. He wanted to taste the prince’s crimson skin.

“Legolas?” Elladan said, huskily.

“Aye.”

“May I ask you another question?”

“Must you?”

“Yes.”

“Very well then,” The prince said, still looking down.

“Do you remember what I said to you recently?”

Legolas pondered Elladan’s question for a few moments, then shrugged and shook his head. He finally met Elladan’s eyes. “No.”

“I said that I wanted to have you for the morning meal. And since you denied me then, you cannot deny me now.”

Legolas chuckled.

“You promised that I could have you whenever I wanted… and I want you now. Do not try to escape, for I have plans for you this night.”

“Indeed?” Legolas asked, smiling. “And just what do you plan to do to me?”

“Whatever I want,” Elladan said, pushing the prince onto his back before he could protest.

Legolas’ heartbeat quickened when he felt the weight of Elladan’s body on top of him.

“Since I did not partake of the evening meal this night. I will have you, instead.”

Legolas smiled and ran his fingers through Elladan’s dark mane. “Take me, I am yours,” he whispered.

Elladan needed no more encouragement. Without another word, he met the prince’s lips in a hungry kiss.

Legolas accepted Elladan’s warm mouth and opened his own, hoping that Elladan would slide his tongue inside.

Elladan felt the prince’s mouth open and allowed his tongue to enter Legolas’ wet cavern. Deepening the kiss, he explored the prince’s mouth without abandon.

The prince could feel his arousal increase; his heart was pounding in his chest, longing for more.

Elladan shifted his body and slipped his right arm underneath Legolas’ tunic, stroking the prince’s nipples until they hardened. Caressing Legolas languidly, Elladan never broke their kiss.

Legolas gasped when the tenbudsbuds on his chest hardened. “Elladan,” he whispered against his lover’s lips.

Elladan continued his ministrations, moving his hands up and down the prince’s chest while continuing to kiss Legolas hungrily.

The prince arched his back, pressing close to Elladan, rubbing their bodies together.

Elladan finally broke the kiss and moved his mouth to Legolas’ neck.

The prince moaned, writhing slowly beneath his lover.

Elladan stopped the kiss abruptly and met Legolas’ eyes. He caressed the prince’s face gently. “Legolas?” he said softly.

“Aye?”

“I… I… love you.”

Legolas smiled. “I love you, too.”

“Always remember that… no matter what happens.”

Legolas regarded his lover for a few moments. Elladan was upset; his voice broke when he spoke and his eyes were laced with sorrow.

“What is wrong, my Elladan?” Legolas asked, touching the dark-haired warrior’s face.

“Nothing,” Elladan said quickly. “I suppose that I am caught up in the moment, that’s all.”

Legolas nodded slowly, but didn’t believe what Elladan was saying. The prince wondered what Elladan was hiding from him, and had the sinking feeling that no good would come from this secret.

Elladan smiled faintly and sat up, on top of the prince, quickly unbuttoning his tunic.

Legolas, whose mind was no longer preoccupied with curiosity, bucked upward, rubbing his hard member against Elladan’s thigh.

Elladan arched one of his eyebrows and grinned. “Sit up.”

Legolas sat up and helped Elladan remove his overtunic. Before the prince could assist his lover further, Elladan yanked Legolas’ undertunic over his head roughly and laughed at the sight before him.

Legolas’ hair was draped messily over his face and when the prince tossed it back over his shoulders, multiple loose hairs were sticking out everywhere.

“You find me funny?” Legolas asked.

“Hilarious!” Elladan said, continuing to laugh. Before he could say anything else, Legolas shoved him roughly and Elladan toppled off of the bed and onto the floor.

Legolas laughed when Elladan glared at him. “Well, you deserved it.”

“Perhaps,” Elladan said. “But what is good for me is also good for you!” He reached up and grabbed Legolas’ foot, tugging firmly.

The prince grabbed hold of the bed, trying desperately not to fall off, but Elladan’s hold was too strong. In only a moment’s time, Legolas landed ungracefully on the floor with a loud thud.

Elladan began to laugh so hard that tears trickled down his face.

Legolas shook his head in annoyance at first, but soon found himself engulfed in his own laughter.

Elladan slowly regained his composure and moved close to the prince, stroking his bare chest gently. “I enjoy our time alone together. For a stodgy prince, you can be quite amusing at times.”

“Stodgy?” Legolas said in mock consternation.

“Do not fear,” Elladan said, allowing his hand to move to the prince’s abdomen.

Legolas closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again, meeting Elladan’s lustful gaze.

“You shan’t be stodgy when I get through with you.” Suddenly, Elladan could feel a raw, aching desire overtake him. He wanted Legolas and he wanted him now.

“Whatever do you mean?” the prince asked innocently. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Whatever I like,” Elladan said, unable to hide the huskiness in his voice.

“And what exacdoesdoes that mean?” Legolas asked, feeling his arousal swelling in his loins.

“Would you like me to tell you or show you?”

“Both.”

“Very well.” Elladan began to crawl toward Legolas, looking at him ivorivorously. He felt oddly powerful – like a sexual predator, and he would pleasure the beautiful prince into complete submission.

Legolas watched Elladan curiously. He was surprised by his strange behavior. He found Elladan to be a skilled lo but but was sometimes a little disappointed by the Rivendell warrior’s meekness when it came to the art of pleasure. For once, just once, he wished that Elladan would ravish him.

Elladan grasped Legolas by the shoulders roughly and forced him onto the floor. He ran his finger down the prince’s taught chest and abdomen until he reached the waistband of Legolas’ leggings. “You wanted to see and to know what I am going to do to you?”

Legolas raised his head off of the floor and nodded.

Elladan smiled. “Good. Then I want you to watch me. But let’s get back on the bed. I want you to be comfortable.”

Both Elladan and Legolas stood.

“Get onto the bed, but do not lie down completely. I want you to see what I am going to do to you.”

Legolas crawled onto the bed and placed a couple of pillows against the headboard so that his head would be propped up. He situated himself, face up, with the upper part of his back and head against the pillows.

Elladan sat near the prince’s feet and began to massage them gently.

Legolas closed his eyes for a moment but then opened them, remembering that he was supposed to be watching.

Elladan met the prince’s eyes and grinned devilishly. “First, I am going to stroke the large bulge in between your thighs.”

Legolas sighed in anticipation and spread his legs open.

Elladan placed his hand on the lump that was hidden beneath the prince’s leggings, and caressed slowly.

Legolas moaned and could feel his member enlarging with every adroit movement of his lover’s hand.

Elladan found the tip of the prince’s hard organ and traced his finger over it lazily.

Legolas bucked upward, his body aching for closer contact with that hand and those long, slender fingers.

“It would seem that your nipples could use a bit of attention.” Elladan used his right hand to stroke Legolas’ member and his left to squeeze and caress the prince’s nipples.

A strangled moan emerged from Legolas’ throat, but he didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he watched Elladan, finding the sight to be very arousing.

Elladan allowed his left hand to slide down the prince’s side and moved his right hand to the waistband of Legolas’ leggings. Tugging firmly, he slid the prince’s garment off and licked his lips when he saw the enormous, cylindrical organ, seemingly aching to be relieved.

“Touch me, Elladan,” Legolas said softly. “Please.”

“I thought that I was supposed to talk,” Elladan said, smirking.

“Nay,” Legolas said. “I have changed my mind. I will talk and you will do.”

“But I am having my way with you, remember?”

“You still can,” Legolas explained. “I… I… oh, Elladan… please, just let me do this.”

“Oh, alright,” Elladan said, not really caring what Legolas was saying. All he wanted to do was to hear the prince scream his name.

“Touch me,” Legolas ordered, opening his legs.

“Where?” Elladan asked.

Legolas gave the dark-haired elf an exasperated look. Then he reached in between his legs and stroked his engorged shaft lovingly. “Here.”

Elladan watched the prince touch himself for a few moments, but pushed his hands away and replaced them with his own. He cradled the warm flesh in between his hands, allowing his fingertips to massage the tip of the prince’s member.

Legolas began to breathe uneasily as the pleasure coursed through his lower region. He watched Elladan intently, silently willing his lover to do more.

Elladan looked at Legolas’ lust-filled eyes and smiled. “Is this to your liking, Sire?”

“Yes,” the prince replied breathlessly. “But I desire more.”

Elladan awaited his orders, never ceasing to caress the prince’s member.

“I want you to taste me.”

Without any further instruction, Elladan knelt forward and placed the prince’s shaft into his mouth.

Legolas gasped. “Lick me… oh, Elladan, lick. Please? Yes… yes…” The prince was panting and trying desperately not to lose control.

Elladan sucked and licked Legolas, thoroughly enjoying the moans of encouragement he was hearing. Suddenly he felt completely different. He decided that he would no longer take orders from the prince. This would be done his way. Without warning, he sat up.

Legolas looked at Elladan in dismay. “What are you doing? I didn’t tell you to stop.”

“You are right,” Elladan said. “And you will tell me nothing more this night. I shall have you the way I want, Prince.”

Legolas looked at Elladan in shock and noticed that he seemed even more different than before. His voice was different… it was deeper, heavier, thicker. He sounded as though he had too much ale, but they had been in the room together the whole evening.

Elladan mounted Legolas suddenly; his face was only inches from the prince’s. “You wscrescream for me this night, Prince and I shan’t stop until you do.”

Legolas found that he couldn’t speak. Elladan’s eyes were black. He had seen them darken from their normal misty color to a deep storm-cloud grey. But now they were like pools of water at night. He could see his reflection in them. Suddenly, he felt a bit uneasy.

Elladan sensed the prince’s nervousness. “I shan’t hurt you. Your pleasure is my only aim.”

“Who… who are you?”

“I am your Elladan, of course, and I wish to hear you beg.” He sat up on top of Legolas, straddling the prince’s torso and began to unbutton his tunic.

Legolas watched but did not offer any assistance to his disrobing companion. Instead, he watched Elladan carefully. He wondered if someone had put his lover under a spell.

Elladan tossed the tunic onto the floor. He leaned over and opened the nightstand drawer that was beside the bed, taking out a bottle of oil. He took the top off of the bottle and put a little of the oil on his fingertips. He placed the bottle and the lid on the nightstand, still sitting on top of Legolas. Elladan rubbed his fingertips together and placed them on the prince’s nipples, caressing slowly.

Legolas gasped and felt his body responding to Elladan’s touch. His nipples re-hardened and he moaned with pleasure.

Elladan stopped his ministrations and grasped one of the prince’s hands. He placed it on the bulge that was straining against his leggings.

Legolas caressed Elladan slowly, watching him writhe against his hand, while Elladan continued to stroke and pinch his nipples.

Elladan groaned and pushed his body forward so that the prince could explore him more fully. He could feel his member throbbing with desire and wanted to free it from the leggings that had now become painfully tight. Elladan pushed Legolas’ hand away and got up off of the bed. Without haste, he pulled his shoes and leggings off and grasped the bottle of oil, once again. He poured a generous amount of oil on his hands and sat at the foot of the bed. He rubbed his hands together and placed one of them on the prince’s shaft.

“Uh,” Legolas gasped, as Elladan began to move his hand up and down the hardened pillar or flesh.

“Ah… Elladan,” Legolas said, biting his lower lip as he watched what his lover was doing to him.

Elladan released the prince’s member and spread his legs wider so he could introduce one of his fingers to the tight opening between Legolas’ buttocks. Pushing his finger forward, it entered the sweltering heat inside of the prince.

Legolas dug his fingers into the comforter, letting out a loud moan when Elladan placed a second finger insider of him.

Elladan stretched the prince carefully and then began to slide his fingers in and out of Legolas, relishing the way the prince was reacting to his movements. While his the fingers on his left hand were sliding in and out of Legolas, he used his right hand to grasp the prince’s shaft once more. Finding a rhythm, he stroked and penetrated Legolas at the same time.

Legolas began to move his body in time to Elladan’s rhythm, feeling waves of pleasure wash over him.

Elladan tightened his grip on the prince’s shaft and ran his hand up and down the length firmly while still sliding his fingers in and out of Legolas.

Legolas could feel a knot form in his belly and somehow managed to say, “Please stop, Elladan. I… I shall be spent in only a moment if you continue.”

“But that is my plan,” Elladan said, never ceasing his movements. “I will spend you more than once until you cry my name.”

Legolas could feel the fire in his loins and knew that he wouldn’t last much longer.

Elladan moved his hands faster and harder until Legolas shuddered and moaned and his seed spilled forth over Elladan’s hand.

The prince trembled all over, breathing heavily, as Elladan withdrew his fingers and released his now flaccid member.

Elladan climbed on top of Legolas and kissed his lips tenderly.

The prince gave in to the kiss, deciding that he liked the new Elladan. Legolas wondered what his lover would do next.

Elladan continued to kiss the prince and then sat up, realizing that the fact that Legolas’ upper body was propped up would come in quite handy. He straddled Legolas, moving close to his face, his aching member was only inches away from the prince’s mouth.

Elladan didn’t have to tell Legolas what to do. The prince opened his mouth and guided Elladan’s long shaft into it. He sucked hard, making sure to pay extra atten to to the tip.

Elladan threw his head back and grasped the prince’s shoulders, trying not to thrust forward to forcefully.

Legolas loved the way Elladan tasted bitter sweet. He licked the head of his lover’s shaft and smiled when Elladan whimpered.

Elladan let go of Legolas’ shoulders and lowered his body so they could look one another in the eyes. “I want to trade places.”

Legolas nodded. With ease, the warriors changed positions. Elladan laid on his back, propping his upper body against the pillows and Legolas got on top of Elladan, in between his legs.

The warriors began to kiss again, rubbing their crotches together and moaning.

Legolas could feel his member hardening agand and gasped when the heads of their shafts rubbed together.

“I want you now,” Elladan whispered.

Legolas met Elladan’s eyes and was once again surprised by the darkness within them.

Elladan pushed the prince’s shoulders, urging him to sit up.

Legolas obeyed by getting off of Elladan and sitting at the foot of the bed.

Elladan reached for the bottle of oil, but the prince intercepted him, grabbing it first.

“Is this for me or for you?”

“It is for me,” Elladan said huskily.

“Then, you wish to ride me?”

“Aye.”

“But why did we change positions? Shouldn’t I be on my back?”

Elladan smiled. “Not this time.” He poured some oil onto his hands, placed the bottle back onto the nightstand and began toricaricate his thick shaft. He gasped softly as he spread the oil all over his member, and then looked at Legolas. “Come here.”

The prince approached Elladan, not really sure what he was supposed to do.

Elladan patted his lap and Legolas began to understand. He straddled the Rivendell warrior, facing him, and placed the opening between his buttocks over Elladan’s erect shaft.

Holding on to one of Elladan’s arms for support, the prince used his other hand to guide the dark-haired elf’s member inside him. The prince moved slowly, lowering himself onto Elladan inch by inch gasping with both pleasure and pain as Elladan’s long and thick organ penetrated him. Soon, Elladan was fully sheathed within him and they began to rock slowly.

Elladan could feel his heart beat quicken. He grasped Legolas’ buttocks, pulling them backward and forward with every thrust.

Legolas moaned and grabbed Elladan’s arms, forcing his lover deeper inside of him.

Elladan began to thrust harder and deeper. He could clearly see where their bodies were joined and could hear Legolas moaning with pleasure. He began pumping even harder and smiled when Legolas called his name.

“Elladan!” Nothing made sense anymore to the prince. The room was swirling around in shades of grend bnd blue. His skin was on fire his member was on fire. He placed his hands on the burning pillar of flesh between his own legs and began to stroke it as Elladan thrust beneath him. He could hear Elladan moaning, begging. He moved his body until it ached, until he thought the pleasure would tear him in half. Elladan moved against the sweet spot now, over and over again, until Legolas coueel eel tears forming in his eyes. He didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t sure if houlhould scream or cry, but he never wanted to let go of this moment. He wanted to be with Elladan forever. He heard Elladan shout and felt warm liquid fill his body and then felt himself shudder as his body climaxed. His seed spilled out over his hand, but he hardly noticed. He was drunk with pleasure and collapsed on Elladan’s chest, panting, wiping the sweat from his brow and falling in a deep sleep.

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Legolas awakened to find the sunlight shining into the bedchamber. He remembered the night before and smiled to himself. He reached over to touch Elladan but was surprised when he wasn’t there. Legolas sat up suddenly and was startled when he saw Elladan, standing across the room staring at him.

“Good morning, Legolas.”

“Good morning,” Legolas said, feeling very uneasy about the way Elladan was looking at him.

“I have something for you.”

“You do?”

“Aye,” Elladan remarked, walking over to the prince.

Legolas hadn’t noticed before, but Elladan had a medium sized box in his hands that bore a large grey ribbon.

“Open it,” Elladan urged. “It is a gift from me to you.”

Legolas took the present and was surprised by its weight. He looked at Elladan for a moment but was unable to see his face due to the brightness of the sunlight. He shrugged and untied the bow. He removed the lid from the box and heard a scream. Inside the box was the head of an elf! Legolas looked at Elladan whose face was only now only inches from his. His eyes were now black in entirety, with no white at all. Elladan was breathing heavily, drool was coming out of the side of his mouth and he snarled like a wild beast. He bared his teeth and they were like razor sharp daggers. Legolas tried to call for help but it was too late, Elladan used one of his claw-like nails to slit the prince’s throat and crept from the room while Legolas drowned in his own blood.

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TBC…