The Jewel of Mirkwood
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
145
Views:
9,636
Reviews:
361
Recommended:
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Name Calling
Chapter 92
They were still a full day out from the last homely house and Legolas had said not two words together to the men travelling amongst them. The fact that everyone talked very little during the journey was another reason Legolas had not said much but he didn’t mind. As before Legolas had been spared any sickness in the mornings due to their continual travel through the night, although he had often been forced to fall behind in the party in order to relieve himself without suspicion. Elrohir was his continual companion staying by his side and offering conversation about the birds and places of significants they passed. It was idle chatter and none of the elves spoke other than elvish completely isolated the men who sti still being heavily guarded by the centns. ns. It was as Legolas was listening to Elrohir recount a story about the path they were taking that the prince became aware of someone gazing at him. Instinctively Legolas looked ahead to see if it was Glorfindel but as predicted the seneschal was too lost in the path ahead as he had been the past two days. Feeling the gaze acutely Legolas glanced behind him and to his side concerned with who might be staring at him so blatantly.
The prince was a little shocked to see the dark haired leaders’ son ‘Candolin’ staring at him from between the ears of his horse. A funny smile seemed to light up Candolin’s face as Legolas’ met his stare. For a while Legolas merely stared at the young man but then not knowing what else to do turned back to Elrohir who was still recounting his story unawares of his companions wavering attention. They travelled a little while longer in silence, Elrohir having finished his story and moved forward to talk with Glorfindel. Candolin’s gaze never faltered and Legolas was becoming exceedingly uncomfortable having the man staring at him in such a way. Shifting awkwardly upon his horse Legolas contemplated moving forward to join Glorfindel and Elrohir but before he could move a presence beside him surprised him somewhat.
“You are very fair elf. Do you have a name?” Legolas could hardly believe his ears at the boldness of the young man’s statement and could only stare at him in concealed shock, as the brown haired man looked him blatantly up and down.
“My name is Legolas.” Legolas softly spoke his name trying to keep all his answers vague as possible. He remembered all to clearly what Keeldon had done to him and would not take the same chances again.
“Legolas. That is a beautiful name, what does it mean?” Candolin flicked a piece of hair from his own face as he looked coyly across at Legolas who was trying hist nst not to seem interested in the young man now riding beside him.
“Greenleaf.” Legolas tried to sound as if he was being awkward but the young man didn’t seem to want to give up.
“It suits you, you’re a woodland elf are you not?” Legolas nodded curtly and glanced cautiously to the front of the party as he felt Glorfindel glance back at him concerned. Candolin obviously saw the glance that Glorfindel threw in their direction but chose to ignore it as he turned uncaringly back to Legolas. “May I be so bold as to inquire if you have te?”te?” Horrified at the bold question Legolas glared at the man in disgust.
“That is not your concern.” Legolas snapped sharply his temper fraying quickly with the arrogance and bold questions from the man before him.
“Very well, perhaps you can tell me from which realm you hail. I notice that you are weightier than the rest of this party and so surely not from Imladris.” Legolas nearly swallowed his tongue in anger as the man before him rudely commented on his weight, with no hint of an apology, only a smug smile playing at the corners of his lips.
“Legolas!” Glorfindel’s growl instantly quelled the angry outburst Legolas was going to let fly at the insult from the man. Glaring angrily at the young man Legolas spurred Iest forward to come between Elrohir and Glorfindel where they had made a space for him. Glorfindel could clearly see the anger in his lover’s eyes and wondered silently what had been said to upset Legolas so much. “Sit with me.” Glorfindel shifted back in the saddle allowing room for Legolas to slide from his own horse onto the front of Glorfindel’s, which the prince did immediately. Protectively Legolas wrapped Glorfindel’s arms about his person and snuggled back into his lover’s chest, his anger still boiling beneath the surface.
“The arrogant swine implied I was fat.” Legolas growled lower against Glorfindel’s chest, just loud enough for Glorfindel to hear. Glorfindel silently glanced down at Legolas figure in front of him. He had noticed of late that Legolas’ leggings were a little tighter to get off the young prince but purposefully said nothing of his private thoughts knowing what reaction they would get if he voiced them.
”Ignore him Legolas we will be rid of him within the next few days. I promise.” Legolas nodded and settled in the saddle in front of Glorfindel enjoying the breeze in his face and the warm body behind him. His first trip to the border had been interesting but certainly not as exciting as he wanted it to be although if Candolin called him fat again Legolas would be making his own excitement by skewering the arrogant young man with five or six arrows at least….
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.
They were still a full day out from the last homely house and Legolas had said not two words together to the men travelling amongst them. The fact that everyone talked very little during the journey was another reason Legolas had not said much but he didn’t mind. As before Legolas had been spared any sickness in the mornings due to their continual travel through the night, although he had often been forced to fall behind in the party in order to relieve himself without suspicion. Elrohir was his continual companion staying by his side and offering conversation about the birds and places of significants they passed. It was idle chatter and none of the elves spoke other than elvish completely isolated the men who sti still being heavily guarded by the centns. ns. It was as Legolas was listening to Elrohir recount a story about the path they were taking that the prince became aware of someone gazing at him. Instinctively Legolas looked ahead to see if it was Glorfindel but as predicted the seneschal was too lost in the path ahead as he had been the past two days. Feeling the gaze acutely Legolas glanced behind him and to his side concerned with who might be staring at him so blatantly.
The prince was a little shocked to see the dark haired leaders’ son ‘Candolin’ staring at him from between the ears of his horse. A funny smile seemed to light up Candolin’s face as Legolas’ met his stare. For a while Legolas merely stared at the young man but then not knowing what else to do turned back to Elrohir who was still recounting his story unawares of his companions wavering attention. They travelled a little while longer in silence, Elrohir having finished his story and moved forward to talk with Glorfindel. Candolin’s gaze never faltered and Legolas was becoming exceedingly uncomfortable having the man staring at him in such a way. Shifting awkwardly upon his horse Legolas contemplated moving forward to join Glorfindel and Elrohir but before he could move a presence beside him surprised him somewhat.
“You are very fair elf. Do you have a name?” Legolas could hardly believe his ears at the boldness of the young man’s statement and could only stare at him in concealed shock, as the brown haired man looked him blatantly up and down.
“My name is Legolas.” Legolas softly spoke his name trying to keep all his answers vague as possible. He remembered all to clearly what Keeldon had done to him and would not take the same chances again.
“Legolas. That is a beautiful name, what does it mean?” Candolin flicked a piece of hair from his own face as he looked coyly across at Legolas who was trying hist nst not to seem interested in the young man now riding beside him.
“Greenleaf.” Legolas tried to sound as if he was being awkward but the young man didn’t seem to want to give up.
“It suits you, you’re a woodland elf are you not?” Legolas nodded curtly and glanced cautiously to the front of the party as he felt Glorfindel glance back at him concerned. Candolin obviously saw the glance that Glorfindel threw in their direction but chose to ignore it as he turned uncaringly back to Legolas. “May I be so bold as to inquire if you have te?”te?” Horrified at the bold question Legolas glared at the man in disgust.
“That is not your concern.” Legolas snapped sharply his temper fraying quickly with the arrogance and bold questions from the man before him.
“Very well, perhaps you can tell me from which realm you hail. I notice that you are weightier than the rest of this party and so surely not from Imladris.” Legolas nearly swallowed his tongue in anger as the man before him rudely commented on his weight, with no hint of an apology, only a smug smile playing at the corners of his lips.
“Legolas!” Glorfindel’s growl instantly quelled the angry outburst Legolas was going to let fly at the insult from the man. Glaring angrily at the young man Legolas spurred Iest forward to come between Elrohir and Glorfindel where they had made a space for him. Glorfindel could clearly see the anger in his lover’s eyes and wondered silently what had been said to upset Legolas so much. “Sit with me.” Glorfindel shifted back in the saddle allowing room for Legolas to slide from his own horse onto the front of Glorfindel’s, which the prince did immediately. Protectively Legolas wrapped Glorfindel’s arms about his person and snuggled back into his lover’s chest, his anger still boiling beneath the surface.
“The arrogant swine implied I was fat.” Legolas growled lower against Glorfindel’s chest, just loud enough for Glorfindel to hear. Glorfindel silently glanced down at Legolas figure in front of him. He had noticed of late that Legolas’ leggings were a little tighter to get off the young prince but purposefully said nothing of his private thoughts knowing what reaction they would get if he voiced them.
”Ignore him Legolas we will be rid of him within the next few days. I promise.” Legolas nodded and settled in the saddle in front of Glorfindel enjoying the breeze in his face and the warm body behind him. His first trip to the border had been interesting but certainly not as exciting as he wanted it to be although if Candolin called him fat again Legolas would be making his own excitement by skewering the arrogant young man with five or six arrows at least….
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.