DisclaimerBased on "The Ugly Duckling" by Hans Christian Andersen. Characters belong to Tolkien though they are not mine, never were.
Warning: Emotional feelings, angst, violence. No character death! Probably tissues are needed.
Summary: We all knew about Legolas's beauty, but what story/past is Legolas trying to hide? Find out, as King Elessar tells Legolas' story to his son.
A/N: Aragorn had many names, so apart of Aragorn I used – Estel, and King Elessar. Changing names.
A/N2: The fic was written for Teitho for theme – Middle Earth Fairy-Tales.
"I was made to rest for two days, but I became impatient. I asked for permission to leave the bed because I wanted to find Thranduil's son. I wanted to meet him," Aragorn said and glanced at his son, who did not say anything, so he continued. "I took my quiver and my sword, and set out to try and find him…"
"And did you find him, Adar? Please tell me…" Eldarion asked.
"The forest was covered in shadow but, despite that, I heard a strange lullaby, one that I had never heard of. It sounded like a mixture of bird calls and other strange noises. I could not work out where it came from, and who was making this beautiful lullaby. Then it stopped suddenly as I walked inside the forest. I could feel eyes upon me…" Aragorn said, and then stopped. There was a tug on his sleeve and he looked down. Eldarion was looking impatiently at him.
"Why have you stopped?" he asked anxiously.
Aragorn closed his eyes before he continued. "His eyes, my son, were like a dagger in my heart; I could feel his eyes stabbing me until I could feel cold blood, my own blood leaving my body, I was afraid, afraid of him, even though I knew who he was."
Eldarion started to tremble as his father described Legolas to him.
Aragorn stroked his son's hair and asked softly, "What is wrong my son?" before kissing his forehead.
"You scared me…" Eldarion answered.
"It was not my intention, my sweet child. I just could not forget his eyes upon me, even now…" Aragorn explained, his hand now stroking his son's cheek.
Eldarion calmed down, as he wanted to know what had happened next, and pleaded to his father, "I am alright now father… please continue… please…"
"Are you certain, my dear child?" Aragorn asked, as he wanted to be sure.
"I want to know what else happened. I was just… just worried that he had hurt you again… I cannot bear to see you hurt, father… I love you and mother… I just hate the thought of seeing you both hurt…" Eldarion answered with a heavy heart.
Aragorn could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks. He was a little surprised at his son's words.
"Adar?" Eldarion could feel a tear falling on his hand. His father was crying in front of him.
"Why are you crying? Is it something I said?" Eldarion asked, afraid he had said or done something to hurt his father.
"No… no my son, you are my angel who only brought a smile to my face. I feel very proud that you feel so strongly about your mother and me…" Aragorn answered, still crying.
"Father? Is there any chance that you will finish the story before dinner?" Eldarion asked.
Aragorn smiled, and chuckled. "I might have the chance to do so. Why?"
"I want to ask uncle Legolas, to ask him about his father… and… and…" Eldarion answered in excitement.
"I know my son, but it depends if Legolas wants to answer your questions."
"Please continue…" Eldarion asked, his eyes pleading.
His father nodded and spoke: "As I said, I could feel his eyes upon me. I was afraid."
"Stop right there!"
Aragorn stopped and tried not to move, as he feared what the creature would do to him.
"Why have you come here, you filthy human?" The voice mocked him.
"I KNOW WHO YOU ARE," Aragorn shouted.
"I am no one; I am like one of Sauron's creatures…" came the reply.
"NO, YOU ARE NOT… YOU ARE PRINCE LEGOLAS…"
"Leg… ol.. as… What did you call me?" Legolas asked as he jumped down from the tree, his eyes on the human.
"Your name is Legolas… you are a prince…"
"No, I am not! Look at me…"
Aragorn looked at the prince and his eyes widened in shock as he saw the ugliness. He turned his eyes away Legolas, not believing what he had seen.
"That is what I thought… you are just like the others…" Legolas mocked him, and took the chance to flee.
Aragorn sighed heavily. He felt guilty.
"NO… COME BACK… I AM SORRY…" Aragorn shouted, but the only thing he heard was his own voice in the cold forest.
'What have I done?' Aragorn thought sadly. He turned around and slowly made his way back to the palace.
End of Flashback
"You actually saw his face, father?" Eldarion's eyes were on his father as he waited for an answer.
"I did see his face, and I wanted to follow him, but my leg was hurting…"
"…from the wound," Eldarion finished, and then waited for his father to continue with the story.
Aragorn nodded, and looked at his beloved son and said, "You love this story already…"
"I do father, and I am very anxious to know what happened next…." Eldarion answered. He wriggled a little on his father's lap, trying to make himself more comfortable.
As Aragorn walked back to the palace, he heard water flowing.
Aragorn followed the sound, and found a beautiful pool. The water was flowing over some rocks, creating a gentle waterfall. The pool was surrounded by trees and shrubs, and there were flowers growing near the edge of the pool. It looked very calm and peaceful, and Aragorn thought it was a wonderful place, even more wonderful than what could be found in Imladris.
The water sparkled in the sun, and Aragorn could hear the birds singing in the trees. It was like a beautiful painting that had come alive.
He saw the stream leading from the pool and started to walk along it, wanting to see where it went to.
After a short distance he found himself staring at an elf. Legolas was kneeling by the stream, his face concealed by his hair.
Aragorn heard a sob, and realised that Legolas was crying.
"Why are you crying?" Aragorn asked and walked over the elf, wanting to give him a hand.
"Do not touch me!" Legolas said angrily to the approaching man.
Legolas felt that Aragorn was there only to hurt him, just like the others had done, including his father, who had watched and laughed as other elves had beaten him again and again.
"I… am sorry…" Aragorn tried to defend himself; he did not want to get hurt again, yet he felt pity for the ugly princeling.
"I do not need your pity or anyone else's… so just leave me alone!" Legolas' voice was raised in anger and he got up and started to run from Aragorn.
"I WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND!" Aragorn shouted to him, his voice trembling slightly. But, like before, there was no reply, and Aragorn sighed.
Aragorn could hear noises behind him and he turned, only to find his brothers standing there. Their eyes were wet; it looked to him like they were crying, which they were, for they were worried about him.
"My El's," Aragorn said softly and ran towards them, almost crushing them as he embraced them both tightly.
"Our Estel…" Elrohir hugged his brother, while Elladan started to tickle him.
"Where have you been? Little brother… we were worried that he might hurt you again," Elladan said, as Aragorn tried to get away from Elladan's fingers.
"I wanted to see if it what they said was true…" Aragorn tried to say before Elladan cut him off.
"What did you see?"
"He reminded me of the orcs that I have killed; he looks more like them than an elf…" Again, Aragorn was cut off, but this time by Elrohir, who looked at him.
"But?" Elrohir asked.
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