Stubborn Truth

Stubborn Truth

Posted: January 4, 2008
Title: Stubborn Truth
Series: Lindir's Life
Sequel to: Bittersweet
Author: Laur Melyanna
Type: FCS
Characters: Legolas/Lindir, Erestor mentioned
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I have no rights whatsoever over anything LOTR related.
Beta: Nikkiling Rose
Author's Notes: 3rd in the 4 scenes of turning points in Lindir’s life. All leads back to the start.

Summary: Legolas tell’s Lindir the harsh truths he needs to hear.

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“NO!” Lindir flinched upon hearing the loud roar coming from his companion. His back was against the wall, his breathing quick, and his throat dry. He had not expected this reaction out of the prince, but he deserved it nonetheless. He was deserting yet another one. The light in the prince’s blue eyes was both defensive and feral at once, and anger had never been one of the emotions the minstrel had intended to rouse.

Turning to glare at his lover, and taking strides towards the pale elf, Legolas thrust Lindir’s body hard against the wall with a hand planted firmly on the wall beside the beautiful elf’s face. “You will *not* do this to me!” The golden haired elf hissed angrily. “Don’t you think I know what you did to Erestor and Haldir? I will not be one more, Lindir. I will not be the victim of your wallowing in self pity!”

Lindir had his eyes turned away, face red with shame for the truth of those words as he heard them almost spat to his face. The tall elf towered over him with a menacing look in his eyes, daring him to counter his words.

“Because that is what you do, is it not, Lindir? You leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake for fear of exposing yourself! For fear of being broken.” There was disappointment laden in the prince’s voice, that this elf he had so close to his heart was so foolish and blind. “But news is, you are broken! You have been long before anyone had the chance to hurt you! You did this yourself!”

“But it is not fair…” His feeble voice came muffled from the proximity of his lips to Legolas’ chest. He looked up, defying his lover’s anger as his own built. “It is not fair, Legolas! You are open to this, to us! If I stay I will be just like…” Like Erestor, he wanted to say. “Just like him. I will not love as much, I will not be…open to you.” He took a deep breath, lowering his eyes again, green orbs filled with sadness and fear. He winced hearing his prince’s cold laughter, but it seemed his anger simmered down and the elf took hold of his face by the chin, making Lindir face him once more.

“Bullshit. Nonsense. You are just cowering again. Tell me! Admit it out loud why you cannot do this. Say it!” His velvet clad body pressed firmly against Lindir’s nude form, demanding an answer out of his minstrel with the intensity of his gaze, and he knew the fair elf would never ignore his demands.

“Be-because…I cannot let go of him…I still love him!” came the loud cry of response as the golden haired prince knew it would come, and he had known the exact words. He was jealous and angry, but still nothing matched his disappointment. There was more to come, he knew; and he waited for Lindir’s small voice to continue. “But I am not ready for…”

“YOU ARE READY!” Legolas roar almost frightened the minstrel out of his skin. Both of the warrior’s hands clamped around his shoulders and slammed him against the wall once more. “You are fucking ready! Stop running away! Make yourself fucking happy! I will not be left for any less.”

After the prince’s words had faded, a heavy silence hung between them, tension tangible, almost suffocating. Lindir would have smiled, even if half-heartedly, at the care hidden behind his lover’s anger but he did not dare mock the seriousness of the prince’s words. He did not dare mock the depth of his own feelings.

“You can smile.”

The white haired elf looked up, brow creased, to find Legolas’ countenance much more calm and balanced, although he had not moved a single inch away.

“I know you want to. And it means you understood what I just said.”

Lindir looked down, taking another deep breath before placing his slender hands on the firm rise of the other’s chest. “Thank you.” He felt the strong arms lower from their brace support against the wall and envelope him in an irresistible embrace.

“No. It is disappointing to be the one to push such a delicious body…and warm heart, away from me.” Legolas sighed and cupped his lover’s face once more, this time gently. His clenched heart was easing the agony away as the irrevocability of the situation slowly dawned on them. “I meant it. You better make yourself happy, elf.” Lindir knew that was a threat, and it could not have been more serious even if the prince had not been smiling. “If others try to hurt you, I can intervene. I can chase them. But if you do this again; if you keep doing it…” He needed not finish. The minstrel looked him frankly in the eyes, nodding his understanding before leaning up to place a kiss across Legolas’ long lips.

“I will leave you to your rest now, because I will come back tonight…” There was relief in both of their hearts as the slight elf, trapped in his warrior’s strong hold, watched mischief creep into the stern face of moments ago. With a long, slow and languid kiss that spoke of intimacy far more than passion, the prince let go of his companion and headed to the door. Upon reaching it he stopped, holding it open as he looked over his shoulder at Lindir.

“You are departing to Imladris with me. Tomorrow.” It was a command, but still he left before the stubborn minstrel could utter a single breath, the heavy door shutting loudly behind him.

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THE END

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