Bound pt15

Bound 14
***I’ve taken some major liberties with the film version of the battle. Just go with me here. It is Fiction after all. ‘Whisper’ by Evanescene used without permission***

Thranduil was standing on Elrond’s balcony, looking out towards the stables. He had been there since Elrond had made his declaration, ignoring the celebrations of *his* people below. He didn’t acknowledge his so called change in status and had barely said two words, being lost in memories. Bittersweet memories.


Thranduil watched in horror as his father locked the shackles, placing the key in the innermost fold of his armor. The Uruk-Hai were marching and he was chained to Oropher’s portable throne with mithril chains.

“You will not shame me on the battle field,” Oropher said, calmly raising his helm and exiting the tent. Thranduil lowered his head in defeat; glad that the expensive lush robes he was given by the Uruk-Hai to wear at least hid his shame if by chance anyone should come to see him.

A moment later a form entered the tent. Thranduil watched as the dark haired elf looked around perplexed, and Thranduil caught sight of the beautiful elf.

“Can I help you?” Thranduil whispered. The elf looked up shocked and his eyes widened even more when he saw the beauty splayed out on the floor beside the ornate traveling throne. Oropher was constantly showing off his wealth in the dumbest ways. What was this? A consort in the midst of war?

“I was looking for the king.”

“Oh, he has just left. Who are you?”

“Elrond. I bring a message from Gil-Galad. Who are you?”

“I am Thranduil.”

“Do you know when your um…master will return?”


“What?” Elrond asked, perplexed.

“I prefer to call him Ada. It irritates him to no end,” Thranduil said, smiling slightly.

“Oh! You are the prince. Why are you not preparing for battle?”

“Because I will not lose my son in battle. You wanted to see me half-elf?”

“My lord wants to…”

Thranduil couldn’t take his eyes off the elf; despite what his father said he thought the Noldor were beautiful if Elrond was any example. He watched as Elrond bowed and left the tent. Oropher marched over to Thranduil with anger in his eyes. Thranduil scrambled as far back as his chains would allow before his father landed the blows on all the parts of him that wouldn’t show.

“You weak, stupid, unfit thing! Woe is Mirkwood if it were to land in your worthless hands. Do you now want to taint yourself further with Noldor scum? How dare you shame me such?” Oropher stomped over to a chest and threw a parchment at Thranduil who opened it slowly and read it with wide horror filled eyes. “You will be of some use to me; that marriage will nearly double our wealth and maybe you can at least provide me with a suitable heir.”

-End Flashback-

“You were right, Ada; I am weak. I will never be fit to rule anything,” he whispered as he finally saw what he was looking for. He almost ran to the Hall of Fire to wait for Turin and Laieth, never seeing Elrond who was starting to seriously worry about his lover.

Turin and Laieth looked around Rivendell, confused. Everyone seemed to be celebrating. Every Mirkwood elf was. There were some very angry Rivendell inhabitants lurking around, though. They ignored them and went into the Hall of Fire where Thranduil was already waiting and Elrond was just entering.

“He is fine; he sends his love,” Turin said.

“Good,” Thranduil said, visibly relaxing.

“Don’t you think you should tell them?” Elrond asked.

“Tell us what?”

“Elrond has declared us free,” Thranduil muttered.

“So we are going back to Mirkwood?” Turin asked.

“Then I guess its all right he already knows,” Laieth added.

“What does who know?” Thranduil asked as Turin glared at his lover.

“Um… Legolas’ message; he said you would always be his king,” Laieth replied.

“You told him?!”

“No, of course not my lord; maybe someone in Lorien?” Turin said quickly.

“He went to Lorien?!”

“Well, he is with the horse lords now.”

“Rohan? Where 10,000 blood thirsty Uruk-Hai’ are attacking as we speak?” Thranduil roared.

“Why don’t you go rest?” Elrond asked. ”You two look like you could use it. Turin and Laieth did not need to be asked twice both exhausted and both slightly fearful of giving their king bad news. They nodded and ran to their shared quarters with the twins.

“I cannot lose him, Elrond,” Thranduil said as he collapsed against his lover.


“Dago han! Dago han! *Kill him!*”

Legolas watched as the Uruk-Hai continued its relentless run. He knew the creature should be dead; he didn’t miss. Every part of him told him to run and he didn’t ignore the feeling. He tried to pull Aragorn with him and the man shoved him aside as the Uruk-Hai finished his run.

Legolas watched as the wall exploded, killing men, elves, and Uruk-Hai alike. He completely lost sight of Aragorn as Legolas also went flying but landed with Elven grace on another side of the wall. He saw Aragorn get up and order the charge as he shot. Legolas went flying down the stairs as he shot arrow after arrow into Uruk-Hai.

He had to draw his knives for battle when the Uruk-Hai gathered too close. Legolas sensed the Uruk-Hai behind him but would have turned a moment too late. As it was when he did turn there was an elven arrow protruding from the Uruk-Hai’s chest. Haldir nodded to Legolas and in that split second, was stabbed.

Legolas’ eyes widened in horror as Haldir killed his first attacker, and was swaying slightly from what must have been the pain. Forgetting about his own safety, Legolas quickly dropped his knives and drew his bow. He shot the Uruk-Hai that held the upraised axe, but wondered if it was too little too late. Haldir had no idea the Uruk-Hai was even there as he sank to his knees. Legolas grabbed his knives as he ran up the stairs to Haldir, killing a few Uruk-Hai on his way.

“Legolas,” Haldir gasped.

“You should have been watching out for yourself; not me,” Legolas said, kneeling beside Haldir.

“I couldn’t… stay with me?” Legolas nodded as he pulled Haldir close, not questioning why the elf wanted him of all people close; but who really wanted to die alone? Legolas closed his eyes. If he was going to do this, he had no wish to see the blow coming.

“Legolas, please… will you sing for me?” Legolas looked up; there was no way an Uruk-Hai wouldn’t have taken advantage of this situation. But there were about four elves defending them from the Uruk-Hai. ‘They must not realize he is dying.’

“Yes,” Legolas said, knowing at least that was something that always made people feel better.

As par to every time that Legolas sang, words came to him as he rocked Haldir back and forth. The song started as a whisper for Haldir alone as one of their elven defenders were slain. He watched the elf fall and then closed his eyes, picturing his father. If he was going to die, that was the last face he wanted to see.

Catch me as I fall
Say you’re here and it’s all over now
Speaking to the atmosphere
No one’s here and I fall into myself
This truth drives me into madness
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away…if I will it all away

Don’t turn away
Don’t give in to the pain
Don’t try to hide
Though they’re screaming your name
Don’t close your eyes
God knows what lies behind them
Don’t turn out the light
Never sleep never die

Legolas didn’t notice as air around him changed, but felt Haldir getting colder and his mind placed his father in Haldir’s position. The thought of holding his father’s dying body, holding him, filled him with overwhelming grief and he almost stopped until a weak hand started squeezing his.

I ‘m frightened by what I see
But somehow I know that there’s much more to come
Immobilized by my fear
And soon to be blinded by tears
I can stop the pain if I will it all away…if I will it all away

Haldir tried to squeeze Legolas’ hand again as his weak strength started to fail him and his pain started ebbing. If he still felt enough control of his facial features, he may have smiled. Legolas’ voice was a powerful magic, and even as all feeling and all sound of battle faded, he could still hear it and he tried his best to obey.

Don’t turn away
Don’t give in to the pain
Don’t try to hide
Though they’re screaming your name
Don’t close your eyes
God knows what lies behind them
Don’t turn out the light
Never sleep never die

Legolas finally opened his eyes when he saw what felt like a blaze of blinding light through his closed lids. Legolas looked and saw that he and Haldir were encircled by glowing elves. But there was something strange about them. They felled Uruk-Hai right and left and not a one of the foul creatures could enter the circle. One turned to him and bowed before returning to the battle.

Legolas knew that face; it was the first elf that had fallen when protecting him and Haldir. That wasn’t possible. But the fact was that he could see the Uruk-Hai clearly and it seemed that every moment more and more elves joined the circle and each performed the same bow before entering the battle. Legolas decided that he wanted to sing if for nothing else than to calm his pounding heart.

Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me I fear
He beckons me shall I give in
Upon my end shall I begin
Forsaking all I’ve fallen for I rise to meet the end

Legolas felt as if he was going to fall over as the elves joined him in the chorus despite their number sounding like an eerie choir whispering. The only voice that didn’t join the fray was Haldir’s, who was completely still in Legolas’ arms. Another elf was standing before him, but this one was solid. He didn’t bow but tilted his head.

His hair was jet black and his eyes were dark pools. His skin wasn’t just pale; it was white. His ears were pointed like an elf’s but Legolas knew instinctively he was anything but an elf.

“You can’t hold them, they belong with me,” he said. Legolas stared.‘Hold who?’ Legolas wondered. “They are yours but they have passed to me. They must come to my halls. They have dallied too long already. Finish your song.” Legolas opened his mouth and did as he was told.

Don’t turn away
Don’t give in to the pain
Don’t try to hide
Though they’re screaming your name
Don’t close your eyes
God knows what lies behind them
Don’t turn out the light
Never sleep never die
Never sleep never die
Never sleep
Never die

Exhaustion claimed Legolas then, as tendrils of the cold of Mandos’ halls touched him, drawing him dangerously close to death. He did not see the tide of the battle change as Gandalf rode in with the Riders; nor did he see the remaining Uruk-Hai being chased into a forest that hadn’t been there hours before.


Laieth stretched with a grin on his face. Despite their tiredness, he and Turin had ravaged each other for most of the night. Turin was still asleep, an arm and leg draped across Laieth. He started drawing lazy circles around Turin’s back.

“Met .e.eep,” Turin mumbled, disentangling himself from Laieth and turning over, falling back asleep instantly. Laieth sighed, stood, and opened the door to their balcony. By the look of the sky, it was nearly midday.

He looked down and saw Thranduil sitting under a tree, either asleep or staring ahead blankly. Laieth was about to go back inside when he heard a voice of a Maiden approaching.

“What is the matter with you?! We are free now and you have not once addressed your people. You mope around here like you are still in chains!”

Thranduil looked up tiredly. “Leave me be.”

“Are you so sad to lose your title as Elrond’s whore?”

“Get out of my sight, wench! I did not make your sister leave yet you hate me for it! It was a political marriage! I may have grown to love her in time but she gave me Legolas and left! She refused to live in servitude, her son be damned! As long as she held the title queen she could tolerate me! Once that was gone she felt no desire to honor her bond.”

“Why would she stay for such a weak husband?” Thranduil stood then and pushed past her.

“Toss your self in Mt. Doom, why don’t you?” He said before entering the Last Homely House. She stared after him before looking up at Laieth who shook his head at her before going back inside.

“What’s going on down there?” Turin whispered, yawing.

“Nothing important; it’s just Elani being her usual charming self.”

“I’ll never understand how she can be so kind to Legolas and…”

“Such a warg to the rest of us? Why don’t you go back to sleep?” Laieth said noticing, Turin’s excessive yawning.

“I can’t…” Turin started.

“Why not?” Laieth asked as he was greeted by a rumbling from Turin stomach. “I see. Let’s go get you something to eat. You need to keep up your strength.”

“That I do. I’m surprised you let me be just now.”

“I can still remedy that,” Laieth said, grinning and advancing on the bed.

“Oh no you don’t!” Turin exclaimed, jumping out of the bed and pulling on his leggings. “I’m going to eat.”

Laieth pouted but handed his lover a tunic. “And what will I get?”

Turin turned and caught his lover in a fierce kiss. Turin pulled away slowly. “Do not blame me if you can’t walk later.”

“Then we would be a matching pair,” Laieth said to Turin who was currently walking in a way that suggested he had spent too long on a horse or engaged in other activities.

They reached the kitchen and found Thranduil sitting alone sipping some tea. He looked lost in thought and the pair sobered immediately, thinking they knew what troubled their king.

“Legolas will be fine; he has strong allies with him in the twins.”

“But that monster already took my father.”

Turin and Laieth exchanged a glance; both were there when Thranduil had ordered Oropher’s body brought to him, the pair being commissioned to the task. No one had understood the request until they had returned with the body and Thranduil had retrieved a key. It was then they had seen the chains that his robes had concealed. They had never addressed the matter.

“Um, my lord did you love your father?” Laieth asked and Turin nearly dropped the bowl of fruit he had taken for his breakfast.

“Of course I did; what kind of foolish question is that?” Thranduil asked, angry.

“He didn’t mean offense by it, my lord,” Turin started, trying to play peacemaker. “It’s just that we saw that your relationship was strained.”

Thranduil shook his head. “He was still my father. He was different before Nana passed.” Thranduil fell silent again and Turin and Laieth weren’t sure on what they should do.

Elrond and Erestor entered the kitchen, deep in discussion. The two dark haired elves looked at the trio questioningly but before the group could be addressed, Elrond gasped and staggered. Thranduil rushed to his side and held him as Elrond’s eyes shut tightly in what seemed to be pain. He squeezed Thranduil’s hand before his features relaxed and he looked up into the two concerned faces.

“Love, Erestor, I’m fine. I was taken by surprise, that is all,” Elrond said as Thranduil helped him to his feet. He looked about the kitchen and saw that Turin and Laieth had started to prepare him some tea. He smiled at the kind gesture and sat down.

“By what?”

“That old harpy, what else?! It’s times like these I remember her relationship to Feanor.”

“What did she do?”

“Opened a mental link with me to rage and scream. It seems she is not taking my decree well. Or that Celeborn agrees with me.”

“What will she do?” Thranduil asked, worried.

“For now, nothing. I closed the connection before she could finish ranting and raving. Celeborn will help keep her in check.”

“I think all this was a mistake. I do not want a war with Lorien because of it,” Thranduil whispered.

“We will deal with that when the time comes. Now, Thranduil, I think it’s about time you said something to everyone.”

“I know; but I’m not looking forward to it.”


Elladan, Elrohir, and Gimli had been searching relentlessly since the battle ended. They refused to give up trying to find any sight of Legolas. Aragorn was absolutely no help, flirting horridly with Eowyn. Elladan had decided to go off on his own and he was starting to feel this was hopeless as he climbed some stairs. There was a surprisingly large number of dead Uruk-Hai up here.

Elladan’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the flash of green and the blonde hair. He ran and started shouting for his brother.

“Elrohir! Gimli! I found him!” Elladan fell silent then as he noticed two things; Legolas’ stillness and whom he was holding. “Oh no.”

“Elladan?” Elrohir asked as he came up the stairs with Gimli and Aragorn close behind. Elladan didn’t say anything as he pried Legolas off of Haldir and into his arms.

“Both him and Haldir,” Elladan whispered as he finally separated the pair and stood.

Legolas felt cold and darkness receding from his body as he took a huge gasping breath. Elladan was so stunned by the sudden life in the elf that he nearly dropped him. Aragorn was the first to react, full of rage. He yanked Legolas out of Elladan’s hands and dropped him to the floor, knocking Elladan off balance and causing him to fall off the wall.

“Elladan!” Elrohir shrieked, noticing his brother’s still form on the ground. He instantly had Aragorn by the throat. “I’ll kill you!”

“Eh, Elf, he’s moving,” Gimli said, peering over the side. Elrohir tossed Aragorn aside and accidentally shoved Gimli over.

“Sorry,” Elrohir yelled, already halfway down the stairs.

“I’m okay!” Gimli called out as Aragorn staggered to his feet. He looked and saw Legolas still on the floor and kicked the panting elf. Legolas rolled down the stairs, still barely aware of what was going on around him. Aragorn ran down after him and started kicking him and drew his sword screaming obscenities.

It was then an arrow was placed at his throat. He rolled his eyes, believing it to be one of his brothers. Then his eyes widened in fear when he realized he did not know the blond haired elf standing before him or the other seven standing behind him.

“I hope you have a very good reason for molesting our prince, human,” The elf spat, his arrow not budging an inch.

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