Last Age of Elves: For What He is Worth, The: 2. What He Is Worth

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2. What He Is Worth

When Elladan came back, Elrohir was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the glass house, staring at the floor covered in leaves and dust.

"Roh, do you realise what you just did?"

Elrohir did not answer, and Elladan suppressed an urge to scream.

"Legolas is upset, Roh."

"Surprisingly, that was what I felt too after seeing this - "

"Roh, you do not understand. Legolas is very upset. You just accused him of something so terrible that the Valar would have thrust him deep within Mandos's Halls and cursed him for it."

Elrohir looked up, and was about to retort when realisation came upon him.

"Yes, Roh. It was what you implied."

Elrohir felt his stomach do a turn.

"He never knew what Heldir was planning. In fact, he had requested for the sculpture to be given to you, as a present for your begetting day."

"No!" Horror filled Elrohir as the full implication of what had just occurred sunk in. He had accused Legolas of being faithless, of adultery, something so serious to the Firstborn that it was never mentioned, not even in jest.

"Yes, Roh."

"Valar, Elladan, I did not mean to - "

"I have never seen Legolas shed tears since he was a child, Roh."

Elrohir felt a sharp pain shoot through him. What had he done? For Legolas to hear such words coming from Elrohir -

"Dan, I - " Elrohir was trembling. "Where is he?"

Elladan shook his head. "He is quite inconsolable, and wanted to be left alone. I tried, Roh, but he was too upset."

"Valar - " Elrohir hit his head hard. "I am such a fool! Such a heartless fool, too!"

To make matters worse, Elladan stared back at him for an age before speaking, "Roh, you know how Legolas feels about such matters - "

Elrohir did not have to be reminded that Legolas considered himself unworthy of Elrohir, a belief voiced by his enemies, and a bigoted few who felt the noble house of Imladris had no business with a Silvan Elf, one of the Dark Folk. Of course, Elrohir had tried to point out to Legolas that their detractors had conveniently left out how he was of royal Sindarin ancestry, but knew that Legolas remained unconvinced deep down.

"What do I do, Dan?"

"You have to convince him once more of his worth, Roh. Legolas feels he can never be worthy of you."

"He is worth a thousand times more than my tactless mouth, only capable of rousing such hurt!"

"Then it is something you need to let him know, Roh."

***

Elrohir was late for dinner that night, and was relieved to see Legolas sat at his place when he entered the room. Yet, a further glance revealed him to be listlessly picking at his food, not partaking in any of the conversation going around the table.

"Come join us, Elrohir!" Elrond called, and Elrohir took his seat next to Legolas, who did not even look up to acknowledge his presence.

"Some explanations are in order for your behaviour today," Elrond said as he motioned for a servant to bring food for Elrohir.

Elrohir reached for Legolas's hand, but was brushed away as Legolas rose from his seat, muttered a brief apology, and walked out of the room, eyes still downcast.

"What?" Glorfindel said as all turned eyes on Elrohir, who felt the sickening feeling of guilt rise even further.

"Legolas told me he suffered a nasty blow to his head while training, Roh, so do not worry too much about him," Elladan said before Elrohir could speak.

"I should see to him, then!" Elrohir cried, seizing the opportunity to escape from the intense scrutiny of his father and Glorfindel.

Elladan held him back. "Do not go. You know how Legolas hates to be fussed over like a child. Have some dinner first."

Elrohir could only manage a few mouthfuls of his dinner, trying very hard to pretend nothing was amiss. His distress was noticed by Elrond, who smiled at him.

"Go and check on Legolas if it will make you feel better. Just promise me that you will both have a good supper after this!"

Elrohir managed a watery smile and fled the scene, heading straight back to his bedchamber. Once there, he found, to his relief, that Legolas was sitting in an armchair, legs pulled close to him. His chin was resting on his knees as he stared at the ground. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he did not notice Elrohir's entry.

"Lass?"

Legolas raised his eyes and looked at Elrohir, raw hurt displayed across his face, and his eyes starting to mist up again.

"Lass, Valar, I am so sorry - "

"A visit back to Mirkwood is long overdue."

Elrohir's blood ran cold. "Please, I did not mean - "

Legolas rose and picked up his weapons, heading for the door.

"No!" Elrohir cried, grabbing his arm desperately.

"I will stay for a month. It has been long since I saw Adar. Maybe I will find a way to relieve you of our bond."

"Please, listen to me!"

"Let go, Elrohir, you are hurting me."

"I will not let you go ere you look at me!"

Legolas refused, and continued to stare at the ground.

"Do not do this to me, Lass! I cannot survive without you! At least consent to stay in Imladris a little longer while I make up for my foolishness!"

A look of pain flashed across Legolas's face. Why did Elrohir have to make him feel like this? The sound of him pleading just caused more hurt to run though Legolas. In front of Elrohir, he was so - vulnerable.

"I want to be alone."

Elrohir could only watch on in dismay as Legolas left the room, holding his body straight and stiff.

***

Elrohir was still awake when Legolas returned, well past midnight. He remained still as Legolas climbed into the bed. It was an age before either of them fell asleep, each falling into uneasy dreams.


This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

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Author: fael bain

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - The Stewards

Genre: General

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 11/10/05

Original Post: 04/06/05

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