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The twins, Turin and Laieth walked in the woods of Lorien, sneaking up on a surprisingly distracted Haldir. The only thing that stops them from getting too close is the arrow of Haldir’s brother, Rumil.
“Do you think grandmother would approve?” Elladan asked, grinning, and Haldir blinked, noticing them for the first time.
“Haldir, are you alright?” Elrohir asked.
“I’m fine,” Haldir replied. “You aren’t expected.”
“Well no, we aren’t actually here to see them; we wanted to join up with baby brother.”
“Baby brother?” Haldir asked perplexed.
Legolas drapes his tunic over a branch and waits. Aragorn approaches him and is so close to Legolas he’s breathing down his neck. Aragorn runs his fingers along the bandages and smiles. Haldir had used a special sap to attach the bandages instead of mummifying Legolas.
There was a way to remove them without pain; just a little water and they would just slide off. ‘But that wouldn’t be any fun.’ Aragorn turns at a sound and watches Gimli leave. He turns back to Legolas and rips the bandages off. Legolas screams and grabs hold to the tree as Aragorn continues ripping and Legolas swallows his pain and endures the rest in silence.
“Aw, come on. You know how much I love to hear you scream,” Aragorn says, smiling. He runs his hand along the mostly smooth back. There were red marks where he had removed the bandages and a few lash marks that remained flawing the otherwise perfect back.
Legolas is suddenly aware of a cool cloth on his head. He is being tended to? There was only one person who would care and the flash of blond hair confirms his suspicions.
“No, Legolas, it is Haldir. Your dwarf friend found you and brought you to me.”
“Yes, I have some skills with healing. Does Aragorn beat you often?”
“Only when I do something to displease him, so about every other day.”
Haldir is shocked at how calm Legolas is about this. He had heard Aragorn’s attack but had been too distraught to do anything. Legolas’ song had affected him to his core. He looks at him and tries to find the elf that had sat in Galadriel’s lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world during a song. He could still remember the song praise in the name of the lady of the wood.
Elrond watched as Thranduil paced. He had been pacing for days now and Elrond wasn’t really surprised; he didn’t understand anymore than Thranduil why Legolas had volunteered to go on the quest. But he had seen Legolas with a bow and had been informed by his sons that Legolas’ archery was astounding and that he was most likely the reason Aragon was still alive.
Elrond had the suspicion that the twins no longer liked Aragorn and he had seen them nearly spit in disgust as they watched Arwen and Aragorn together. Elrond had even told them to not bother anymore but instead they seemed to have doubled their efforts to tear the two apart; he wondered why. Turning his attention back to Thranduil, who is wearing a hole in the floor at the rate he was going, he spoke.
“Relax. He will be fine, he can take care of himself against orcs.”
“It’s not the orcs that worry me.”
Legolas blinks; had he fallen asleep? The warmth of the sun had woke him as it rose over the Golden Wood. He looked around him, Gimli is snoring loudly and Boromir is nowhere to be seen. He lifts his tunic and looks at the bandages he is wearing. He hadn’t said a word, allowing Gimli and Boromir to do what they wanted to him. He vaguely wonders where they got the healing salve when a roar interrupts his thoughts.
“Legolas!” Aragorn exclaims as Gimli jumps to attention, clutching his ax. Legolas followed the bellow, wondering what the man wanted before he remembered. He just had to sing that stupid song for Haldir loud enough for Aragorn to hear.
He walked over to the man and stood staring at the floor. Aragorn pulled his head up and pushed back his hair. ‘What now?’ He calmly unbuttons Legolas’ tunic and touches the bandages.
They had made it through the mines at a very great price. Gandalf the Grey had fallen, the balrog claiming him as his own. Legolas is confused and it is not because of Gandalf’s death. That he understood all too well despite his immortality; Mirkwood elves didn’t always last as long as they should, be it beatings or simply giving up.
What is confusing him was his new found vigor. Although his ribs still burned, he felt as if a weight had been lifted off him; as if he had started a new life. The only thing that made sense to him was that he couldn’t take the darkness of the mine, but he felt a change in his body he could not place. When Aragorn ordered for them to keep moving, he knew he was right and followed the order, urging the hobbits to listen to the man.
They are making their way to Lorien and he knew it was because Aragorn was lost on what to do without the wizard. Why Elrond trusted this in Aragorn’s hands he would never know. They practically ran the entire way to the Golden Wood. Legolas sensed the elves and drew his bow, knowing he would never have the good fortune to be shot.
It was then he saw him. The elf smirked at him in a haughty manner. No doubt about it now, he was back to slave.
Caradhras was a disaster. From everyone but Legolas struggling in the snow, to Saruman casting some spell to bring the mountain down on their heads. They were now standing at the gates to the Mines of Moria, waiting for Gandalf to remember the password.
Legolas sat on a boulder and Boromir sat near him. “I never did thank you for breakfast.”
“It was nothing. A welcome distraction.” Boromir smiles at the elf who looks away and incidentally at Aragorn who looks highly amused.
“Nonetheless, many thanks,” Boromir says, placing his hand on Legolas’. He pulls away and walks over to a tree as Aragorn passes him after warning Pippin on disturbing the water. “Be nice,” he hisses as he continues surveying the surroundings.