Fan Fiction ❯ Tên Mûel ❯ Attempt to escape ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Tên Mûel
Authors: Makiko Igami (makikoigami@yahoo.de) & My-chan (My-chan@gmx.de)
Archive: http://www.yaoi.rulestheweb.com
http://www.geocities.com/lirimaer8/inde x.html
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/src.php?auth=58906
http://w ww.efanfiction.net/authors.php?no=2916
Category: AU, RPG
Rating: this chapter... PG? May go up soon... *is getting poked by My-chan: "NC-17!"* *sweatdrops*
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, others as well *glances over to Elladan & Elrohir*
Warnings: Slash, OOC (of Arwen mostly), slavery, angst...
Spoilers: A few... not really as I don't remember much of the book, just that Aragorn became King of Gondor in the end and that Arwen was his Queen. o.o;
Summary: After seven years of marriage, the excitement of being together has vanished from Aragorn's and Arwen's marriage... maybe a present might change this.
Disclaimer: You know the deal don't you? J.R.R. Tolkien invented them, and if we owned them, we would be related to him, but since neither I nor My-chan are... we just play around with them, toy with their minds and use them for fun only. <insert evil laughter here>
Notes&Comments: This was written by me and My-chan as a rpg and ever since Pretending And Being, a wild mix of German and English, we have this nearly "exhibitionistic" need for feedback from various places. ^^;; So please be gentle.
Now on to the story itself. I know that this may look like a serious Arwen-bashing story, but please be reassured that we don't mean to cause any harm to anybody who likes her. She is just for causes of story-telling such a bitch here. ^^;
The Sindarin we used (and transformed for ourselves) comes from a little program called Dragon Flame (which I always think that it is this game I don't want to play unless I know I am on my own), but since it didn't have all the words we needed, we had to make them up. If you have any questions feel free to send an email to any of us... and hope that we still know what we wanted to say. ^^;;;;
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When Legolas woke up the next morning, the first thing he felt was warmth and a soft fabric surrounding him. He slowly opened his eyes and noticed that he was lying in the Human's bed. Startled he slightly raised his head to glance around, and found his master sleeping in the armchair.

Another glance out of the window told him that it was still early morning, probably around 4 am. The light was mild and no bird was heard. They were still sleeping as well.

Moving soundlessly as he was used to, Legolas sat up and got out of the bed. He noticed the change in his body. It wasn't weak anymore, didn't hurt with aching need for food and his movements regained most of their usual grace. He had to get away from here... away from the Humans, and back home.

Looking down at his tied up hands he found that they were bound very well, and for a normal being it might have been impossible to get free. But not for the Elf. Legolas moved his hands a bit, stretched them, and finally simply slipped out of his ties and laid them on the ground.

Then his fingers wandered over his necklace and the chain connected to it. Soon he discovered the mechanism and opened it. It wasn't as easy as getting rid of the ties, but after a few failed tries he managed to get free from the chain. Without making any sounds he slowly set down the chain, glancing to the sleeping Human every now and then to make sure he was still asleep.

After he freed himself, Legolas sneaked to the window and looked out, only to find himself being too stunned to move. He was looking down at a beautiful garden, which wouldn't have a hard time compared to his home. So many blooming flowers and trees, slightly swinging in the gentle morning wind, cherry blossoms falling like a rain of silk.

Taking a deep breath, the Elf carefully opened the window and bend forward, only to find himself in dizzying height. And even though he as a Woodelf was used to that, it surprised him and made him hesitate for a moment. In his normal condition it wouldn't have been a problem for him to just jump down, but even though he felt better, his body was still weakened.

In his dreams Aragorn was chasing through the forests, breathing deeply and he was the happiest man in Middle-Earth because he didn't have to work through all those stupid requests addressed to Gondor. He was feeling free and although he liked being King, this dream was good. But it was disturbed by a sudden gasp that came from the outside realm.

He stirred, in his sleepy confusion not fully comprehending what was going on, and pried his eyes open. He didn't know what time it was, but his inner clock told him it was way too early to wake up now. Through the small slits that let the outer world into his consciousness, he saw somebody blond standing at his window and he wondered for a moment who it was. But then he remembered the events of the previous day and he groaned. Thanks to his wife he was now proud owner of an Elven slave. And said slave was trying to get away from him right now, standing at the window, looking like he was ready to jump out of it.

All tiredness was suddenly gone from his body, and his mind was clear within a second as he felt his veins like they were on fire and he jumped up, was at the side of Legolas in an instance and pried him away from the sill.

"Have you gone crazy?!"

The Elf stumbled backwards as he was pushed away from the window and winced when the harsh and loud words hit him. His mind and body weakened from the outburst he sank down on his knees, shaking violently.

Legolas bowed his head and squeezed his eyes shut, expecting the first blow from the Human's hand, which came quite late anyway, from what he had experienced, or probably a kick, or whatever he felt like.

Digging his nails into the stone floor the Elf remained silent, in case not to piss his master even more, even though he was pretty sure what he'd said.

Now that the danger was over, at least for the moment, Aragorn's blood cooled down again and he allowed himself a sigh. He then kneeled down to be on eye-level with Legolas.

"I know you want to be free," he said in Elvish, "but the world outside is cruel... I vowed to myself not to cause you any more pain, but also I cannot let you go. First of all, it would hurt my wife and secondly I don't want to be responsible for any more harm. If you go, they will catch you..." His voice faded and he raised his hand to Legolas' cheek. He almost winced as the Woodelf jerked when his hand touched the pale skin. "In a few months' time... you can go... when you gained some weight..."

Legolas had slowly opened his eyes again, when the Human started talking. He saw that Aragorn kneeled in front of him, but he didn't dare to look up, and continued to stare on his hands. The Elf didn't understand most of what was said to him, but he started to realized, that his Human didn't want to hurt him, but that he didn't want to let him go as well.

A bit scared when he suddenly felt a gentle touch in his face, Legolas slightly backed away and lifted his head to look into his master's eyes.

"Naá ú sí laine?" he peeped quietly.

"Why not now?" Aragorn repeated in his version of Elvish, just to get it clear. He sighed and put his now empty hand into his lap. "Because you're too easy to catch right now. You are weak and I don't mean this as an insult." He pointed to Legolas. "...I'm afraid you will loose your skin if you start to run."

Nodding slowly the Elf looked out of the window. He understood what the Human tried to explain. He was a much too easy to catch prey right now, and he mustn't die. Legolas had a responsibility back home, and he needed to return.

"En ablis cuinar", he said and looked back into Aragorn's steel blue eyes. But this also meant for him to be patient, wait and not try to escape, which he was hardly able to. Legolas was still afraid of the people surrounding him, even of the one right in front of him even though he seemed rather friendly.

But looks deceive, and as much as he knew about these creatures, they were good liars, good actors and had betrayed the Elves for many, many years ago for their own advantages. So why should he trust this Human now?

He didn't, and he was afraid to change it. Therefore he slowly started to move backwards, away from the other man. He would survive, yes, but that didn't mean he had to stay here. Legolas was able to look after himself very well.

For quite a long moment they looked into each other's eyes until Aragorn found that he wasn't breathing anymore. He covered his next deep breath with a sigh, as he tried to make sense of the myriads of emotions he had seen in those midnight blue eyes. Understanding, admittance, a single glimpse of longing, determination and then the ever present struggle between trust and disgust of which Aragorn was sure was only meant for him. Legolas' face didn't show much emotion, but his eyes were as deep as the caves of Moria.

Aragorn closed his eyes and sighed. Outside it got lighter with every moment that passed while the sun sent its first rays over the horizon. It was no use going back to sleep now, even the birds were fully awake now, betraying the tension in the King's chambers with their happy songs, welcoming the next day. And if that wasn't enough, Aragorn's stomach let out a protesting growl as it didn't get anything to eat last night and he looked at the Elf sheepishly.

He blinked and found that Legolas was now further away from him than before and he frowned, knowing that his doubts got the upper hand.

"The servants should come in here soon with breakfast. They are trustworthy and listen to my every word, so... don't try to cause them harm," he said, still not sure if Legolas believed him or not that he didn't want to hurt him. It would have been better if the servants saw the Elf in his chains, but he couldn't force himself to suggest this right now. Although the last thing he wanted was for the Elf to escape.

Legolas' eyes never left the Human while he constantly moved away from him. Aragorn had said something about somebody coming, so if he couldn't escape through the window, he would use the door instead.

After some time the Elf could feel the wooden surface of the bed in his back and stayed where he was. It didn't take long for the said somebody to come, and although he servants moved as quietly as they could, Legolas heard them long before they even reached the door.

Opening it carefully one of them stuck his head in to see if his king was still asleep. As he saw the bed was empty he fully opened the heavy door and stepped in, followed by another man. The first one was carrying a plate with several sorts of food on it, while the second held two bottles of something Legolas couldn't make out.

The Elf strained his muscles, and quickly glanced from Aragorn to the other Humans, before he shot up and ran towards the door, simply slipping through the surprised servants. They didn't really see what happened, because it all happened way too fast.

Once out of the room Legolas didn't stop. He ran down the hallway, looking for an exit. What he found though, were stairs and he quickly ran down, only to find himself in an even bigger hall. Not hesitating he made attempts to cross it when he heard voices. The Elf quickly hid himself behind a pillar, panting heavily.

It stunned Aragorn that he wasn't even surprised to see Legolas out of the room quicker than he could blink. He was on his feet the moment he saw some blond strands whip around the corner behind his door. The servants barely made it out of his way as he started to chase after the much faster Woodelf. The only advantage he had was the fact that he knew the halls of Minas Tirith... and Legolas didn't. He could almost sense where the Elf stopped for less than a heartbeat in his elopement, having lost none of his skills as a tracker in the years of being king.

Meanwhile Gimli, who was staying at Minas Tirith because of Aragorn's invitation, walked down the main hall in his pursuit of some breakfast. He hadn't seen much of his friend during the past few days, since the king's duties kept a hold of him most of the time, so he had to spend the days with the Queen of Gondor, the lady Undómiel, Aragorn's Elf-wife. She was a pleasant appearance and Gimli like her, but he sensed that he wasn't quite the company she wished for. The necklace he had given to her was of finest Dwarven handiwork and she appreciated and cherished it like every woman in Middle-Earth, but well... she was an Elf. As beautiful as any gem he had ever seen, but there was something about her that he didn't like. He had heard that she had saved Aragorn's life several times and that the man loved her with all his heart, but he couldn't understand it.

He stopped dead in his tracks, right in the middle of the large hall when he heard some breathing coming from one corner. Looking around he wished for his axe as he yelled, "Who's there?"

Legolas winced when he heard the deep voice yelling in the language on the Humans. And it was directed to him, there was no doubt about that. But how could that be. No Human could possible have seen him or heard him.

But as it seemed now they had already discovered him, so there was no use in hiding. Trying to suppress the shivers running through his body, the Elf stepped out from behind the pillar to face the stranger. Legolas was quite startled and let out a surprised gasp when he stood face to face with a... Dwarf...

Clenching his fists, the Woodelf calmed his body down. It was only a Dwarf, nothing to be afraid of. But Legolas could already hear steps coming closer, Humans approaching him, most likely alarmed by the yell.

Chased as he was, the Elf hastily glanced around to find an exit.

Gimli blinked. Right in front of him an Elf had stepped out from behind a pillar. A blond one as well, so he immediately thought it was the Lady Galadriel, the most beautiful Elf he was ever allowed to lay his eyes upon. The three hairs she had given him when the Fellowship of the Ring was found by the Lothlorien Elves were securely in an amulet on his chest. But it wasn't her.

"The Woodelf?" he asked with doubt in his voice. Of course Arwen had told him about the present for Aragorn and he had told her quite directly that he didn't approve of the idea, especially not when Aragorn was involved. The man didn't like slavery or using other beings for his own profit, so a slave wasn't the greatest idea of a present for him.

He hadn't even spoken the last few words when he heard somebody racing down the stairs that led to the king's chambers. He turned his gaze to see Aragorn taking three steps at once. The man was panting from the long way downstairs and looked more like the ranger he used to be seven years ago. The fire was back in his eyes compared to the last time he saw him, hunched over papers and looking like he hated to whole world for making him do this. It looked like he was having the fun of his life chasing after the Elf.

"Hoho Aragorn," he laughed, grinning at the Human. "Seems like I found something that you lost... or it rather found me."

Aragorn stopped dead in his tracks, his naked feet almost screeching on the stone floor and came to a halt between the Dwarf and the Elf.

"Gimli!" His voice sounded shrill to him and Aragorn took a deep breath to calm down a bit. "Gimli, this is Legolas. Legolas, meet Gimli, son of Gloin."

The Dwarf frowned and looked at Aragorn doubtingly. But then he understood. It wasn't like Aragorn to treat a slave like a lower being but like a guest, even if he had to chase after him for a while.

Again Legolas ears twitched when Aragorn talked in his maternal tongue, although the man tried to keep his voice down. He was just about to turn around, using the surprise and run towards the windows behind him, when he heard something familiar.

Staring at the Dwarf his eyes widened slightly.

"Gloin?" he asked doubtfully "Iôn o Gloin?"

The Dwarf blinked in surprise and stared openly at the Woodelf. He hadn't expected to be addressed directly by him, and although he didn't understand what he had said to him, he was able to guess the meaning of it, since Aragorn had just introduced them.

Aragorn was just as stunned. He looked at Legolas, eyes wide in surprise. "Do you know Gloin?"

Legolas glanced to Aragorn, then back to the Dwarf. Actually all he wanted to was to get away from there, but something kept him right where he was standing. And that was Gloin, or rather his son.

Regret shimmered in his eyes as the Woodelf looked down at his hand, and the ring that wasn't there anymore. A small stripe of his skin was paler then the rest, and showed that something had been there for a very long time.

"Sû", he whispered. Gloin had forged the ring only for him, and it was his duty to wear it all his life, but now the valuable thing was gone. The Humans had stolen it from him, most likely sold it, without knowing its meaning, magic or might.

And now he stood face to face to his son, and a wave of guilt washed over the slave. He had been careless, and Gimli had every right to blame him for loosing his most precious property, the ring which would guide his immortal soul to the eternal grounds. Now it was gone and his soul would be lost for eternity if he didn't get a new one. But which Dwarf would give himself so much trouble for such a stupid Elf?

Gimli had no idea what Aragorn and the Elf were talking about, but he understood that the Elf... Legolas, knew his father. In fact he seemed rather sad about something. The Dwarf's mind worked hard to find out something that his father might have done in the past for an Elf, but all he remembered was something about a journey to Mirkwood, when Gloin had been nothing more than a midget. He had to present his first important work to somebody but he didn't remember who, just that it was some Elf.

Aragorn had studied Legolas' face once again, trying to find out what all these emotions meant. His look followed the Elf's down to his hand but he saw nothing there, just that it seemed as if something was missing there to him.

He relaxed a little and took a small step towards Legolas before he spoke. "Where do you know him from?"

As soon as Aragorn moved towards him, the Elf snapped out of his memories. He automatically took a few steps backwards to keep the distance to the Human, suddenly being reminded that he had intended to leave.

Something he still planned to do. He well understood Aragorn's question, but he wasn't going to answer it. If this Human knew who he was, he probably changed his mind and wasn't all that friendly anymore.

Taking another step backwards he slowly approached the windows, not taking his eyes from the other two men.

As soon as Aragorn had relaxed he tensed up again as he saw Legolas moving towards one of the windows. This hall wasn't as high as his room and even he might jump out of it without being hurt. The impact would be hard, but he could live with it. Despite better knowledge he quickly made another two steps towards the Elf, offering his hand.

"If you don't want to tell me, it's okay... just... don't jump," he almost begged but was interrupted by Gimli.

"Hah! Praise the memory of a Dwarf! Now I remember it!" Gimli shot out triumphantly and raised his head to look at the Elf and the man. "You are from Mirkwood, aren't you? You must know Thranduil!"

To be continued...
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This chapter made us wonder about a few things between Dwarves and Elves... like Do Dwarves speak Elvish? Well, since the message on the entrance of Moria was written in Elvish, but Gimli (obviously) wasn't able to read it, we decided that there was a time once, when Dwarves spoke the language of the Elves and had good relationships with them, manufacturing special items... I hope we can explain it a bit better in future chapters. But yet again: Feedback is much craved for and we are willing to answer any question you might have... ^^;