Blame Me Not
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
5,488
Reviews:
46
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Blame Me Not
I'm putting this here on adult-fanfiction.org because of the removal of it on fanfiction.net. I hope that it does well here.
Disclaimer- I own nothing, Tolkien owns all. Bow down to the power of Tolkien!
http://www.freewebs.com/thextremefanfiction/index.htm- All of my stories and more can be found on my website.
nc-17 for abuse, torture, one sided slash, and rape. AU, OOC.
Okay, I know that this has been done before, but this is my take of how when Thranduil’s wife, Cassowine, dies when she gives birth to their last son, Legolas. Unfortunately, nothing goes well for Legolas after that. This tells of Thranduil slowly going and and Legolas becoming a consort to his brothers and his father, and how this comes to change the future of Mirkwood.
BLAME ME NOT
Ch.1
“Blame me not! Tis not my fault!” I scream at what seemed like my world. My father and my two brothers, Filawars and Disiguar. Each of them stared at me so cruelly it shook my body to the very last bone. They had always. I coI couldn’t take it any longer. I had to do something.
“Mani? (what) You believe that Mother just happened to die? Blame you not? When all of this is your fault? You just had to be born, didn’t you. You had to ruin our lives!” Filawars shouted, hitting me in the stomach with his knee. I bent over protectively over my already sore ribs, gasping for breath. A beating in the morning, a beating at night, what was the difference. Not like this was unusual.
“Blame me not.” Disiguar mimicked me, joining his brother in their assault. I gasped as they slammed my head into the floor, seeing black dots. I could feel all the blood rush to my head. But yet, still they continued. As always. But just this time…
(a/n that was a little sneak preview to the future. Here is where it really starts)
Things couldn’t always be like that. I mean, I’m the last son of Thranduil, king of Mirkwood. Right, they would never say that? Well, wrong. Many see me day in and day out, yet this seems to be the problem. When I was born, I was born at least three months early. Well, here, see for yourself.
Cassowine was in the room, giving birth to their new child. Thranduil was pacing the halls. He could hear his wife’s screams, as they tried to comfort her from the horror of the early arrival. He was surprised to hear the screams just stop. No crying of the baby, nothing. Panicking, he raced in.
“What is wrong?” he demanded, trying to see past the healer that blocked the door.
“My lord, you must give them space. This is common for an early birth. Your wife stopped breathing.” The healer responded, trying to block the path still from the frantic king.
“No! She must be alright. Please tell me she’s all right!” Thranduil begged, tears starting down his face. The healer sighed, knowing that there was nothing to do but tell him the truth.
“My lord, they are not trying to heal her. They are trying to keep your son alive. My lord, your wife has passed.” he admitted, stepping away. Thranduil stared at him.
“No!” Thranduil cried, racing to his wife’s side, and checking for a pulse, not believing the healers. A cry brought him out of his grief, and he turned and stared at the child that the healers held.
“Keep him for now. By the Valar, my beautiful wife!” Thranduil laid his head on his wife’s, and let the sobs rankle his body.
<
That was the beginning. But this is now. I’m Legolas Greenleaf, the last son of King Thranduil, and consort to Thranduil and my two brothers. This is my life, this is my hell, and this is where I’m meant to stay.
Okay, that was really short, but it is a beginning. Review and tell me what you think.
Orlisgirl
Disclaimer- I own nothing, Tolkien owns all. Bow down to the power of Tolkien!
http://www.freewebs.com/thextremefanfiction/index.htm- All of my stories and more can be found on my website.
nc-17 for abuse, torture, one sided slash, and rape. AU, OOC.
Okay, I know that this has been done before, but this is my take of how when Thranduil’s wife, Cassowine, dies when she gives birth to their last son, Legolas. Unfortunately, nothing goes well for Legolas after that. This tells of Thranduil slowly going and and Legolas becoming a consort to his brothers and his father, and how this comes to change the future of Mirkwood.
BLAME ME NOT
Ch.1
“Blame me not! Tis not my fault!” I scream at what seemed like my world. My father and my two brothers, Filawars and Disiguar. Each of them stared at me so cruelly it shook my body to the very last bone. They had always. I coI couldn’t take it any longer. I had to do something.
“Mani? (what) You believe that Mother just happened to die? Blame you not? When all of this is your fault? You just had to be born, didn’t you. You had to ruin our lives!” Filawars shouted, hitting me in the stomach with his knee. I bent over protectively over my already sore ribs, gasping for breath. A beating in the morning, a beating at night, what was the difference. Not like this was unusual.
“Blame me not.” Disiguar mimicked me, joining his brother in their assault. I gasped as they slammed my head into the floor, seeing black dots. I could feel all the blood rush to my head. But yet, still they continued. As always. But just this time…
(a/n that was a little sneak preview to the future. Here is where it really starts)
Things couldn’t always be like that. I mean, I’m the last son of Thranduil, king of Mirkwood. Right, they would never say that? Well, wrong. Many see me day in and day out, yet this seems to be the problem. When I was born, I was born at least three months early. Well, here, see for yourself.
Cassowine was in the room, giving birth to their new child. Thranduil was pacing the halls. He could hear his wife’s screams, as they tried to comfort her from the horror of the early arrival. He was surprised to hear the screams just stop. No crying of the baby, nothing. Panicking, he raced in.
“What is wrong?” he demanded, trying to see past the healer that blocked the door.
“My lord, you must give them space. This is common for an early birth. Your wife stopped breathing.” The healer responded, trying to block the path still from the frantic king.
“No! She must be alright. Please tell me she’s all right!” Thranduil begged, tears starting down his face. The healer sighed, knowing that there was nothing to do but tell him the truth.
“My lord, they are not trying to heal her. They are trying to keep your son alive. My lord, your wife has passed.” he admitted, stepping away. Thranduil stared at him.
“No!” Thranduil cried, racing to his wife’s side, and checking for a pulse, not believing the healers. A cry brought him out of his grief, and he turned and stared at the child that the healers held.
“Keep him for now. By the Valar, my beautiful wife!” Thranduil laid his head on his wife’s, and let the sobs rankle his body.
<
That was the beginning. But this is now. I’m Legolas Greenleaf, the last son of King Thranduil, and consort to Thranduil and my two brothers. This is my life, this is my hell, and this is where I’m meant to stay.
Okay, that was really short, but it is a beginning. Review and tell me what you think.
Orlisgirl