The Wisdom and Folly of Chaos and Confusion
Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine, it all belongs to the Tolkien Estate. However the OCs are mine.
Warnings: Cross-Over (Lord of the Rings and Buffy the Vampire Slayer) alternate universe, parody, humor, angst, drama, adventure, modern American English and slang for both Aragorn and Legolas, serious distance and time cheating in Middle Earth, OCs, OOC, and serious inanity. Also, there is no romance. Only friendship. Oh, yes, and some torture.
Characters: Legolas, Aragorn, Buffy Summers, Willow and lots of their friends, a few OCs
Summary: Legolas and Aragorn find themselves in two worlds of trouble. One ends up completely overwhelmed in Sunnydale, California while the other is visited by a strange human from Sunnydale. Adventure and excitement ensue.
A/N: This is my very first attempt at writing that I started about 3 years ago and have yet to finish. I had no intention of ever posting this, I was only a lurker at that time, but my best friend encouraged me to post it now, anyway. The first few chapters are just about Aragorn and Legolas.
I dedicate this story to my wonderful sister, Virginia. I LOVE YOU!! Here it is finally!!
Our Heroes in Mirkwood 1/?
The lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled from a distance as an early spring storm slowly rolled in from the east towards Mirkwood Forest. It was nearly dusk and Estel and Legolas were sitting and quietly chatting by the fire in Legolas' chambers at Mirkwood Palace. They were trying to catch up on old news for the two friends hadn't seen each other for several months. Estel was also trying to keep himself warm in the cold drafty room. He was freezing. "You know, Legolas," Estel stated pointedly," You could shut the balcony doors and then it might not be so cold in here."
"I am not cold; I think it is quite comfortable in here, actually" Legolas replied with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Of course not, Legolas, you are an Elf and Elves do not get cold. I on the other hand am Human and can get very cold. I can even get sick from it, so shut the doors!" Estel grumbled.
"All right. But you know I love thunderstorms, Estel. They are so refreshing, invigorating, and they excite me," Legolas mused with a shining, almost childlike quality in his eyes.
"Excite you?" Estel gave him a humorous grin.
"Well," Legolas replied sheepishly, "you know what I mean."
Estel stretched and yawned and then laid down on the rug by the fire, wrapping himself in a blanket and watching the flames as they flickered and crackled. The thunder was closer by this time, lighting up the sky and the grounds down below. Legolas slowly got off his chair, went over to the balcony and looked out at the silver, jagged lines of lightning ripping through the night sky and illuminating the woods all around. "Come here, Estel. You have to see this."
"What is it, Legolas?!" the Ranger asked rather annoyed." I am warm and comfortable now and I really do not want to get up and come over there."
"Estel ... ," Legolas pleaded.
Legolas was his best friend, but sometimes, no often, very often in fact, he could be so annoying. "Legolas, what is it?" Estel grumbled, as he slowly and unwillingly got up and sauntered over to the balcony.
"Just look at this; the colors in the sky and the wonderful earthy smells just before a rainstorm," Legolas said with awe in his voice.
"Yes, I see it and smell it. It is pretty and it smells nice. Now, do you mind if I go back to the fire, Your Highness, or do you have another royal command for me?" the Ranger asked very sarcastically. Legolas just glared at him, irritation in his eyes.
Just then there was an instantaneous flash, crackle and boom that electrified the air around them. "Oh, I felt that one! Let us get back inside or we might just get shocked and die. I would not want to have to explain that one to your father if I was the only one to survive, he hates me enough as it is," Estel muttered apprehensively.
Legolas shut the doors and turned around looking very frustrated. Estel was his best friend, but he could be so annoying sometimes. No, quite often actually. "Estel, I keep telling you time and again; he does not hate you, he just does not care much for Humans, and he does not know you very well. But he knows that you are my dearest friend and he respects you for that. And it does not hurt that you have saved my life a lot. He trusts my judgement".
"Yes, but does he trust you," Estel asked him.
"Well, most of the time," Legolas answered looking a little defeated. He turned around and looked sadly out the window. "You know Estel, I had hoped that we could go hunting together tomorrow morning, but this weather might prevent it. How long can you stay?"
"Only for about three more days. Adar needs me at home to help take care of some business, or so he says. But I am sure that it is nothing the twins could not take care of themselves. I think he just wants me home. It has been about two months since we have last seen each other. But I enjoyed seeing the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn again. It had been too long since we had been to Lothlorien to see them."
"Well, they are your grandparents," Legolas replied.
"I suppose so. But they are the twins'," Estel said thoughtfully.
"Yes, and is there not another relation at Caras Galadhon; an Elleth with long, beautiful dark hair and gorgeous, radiant silver eyes? Oh, yes, she is the twins' sister and I guess that would make her your sister as well. So I am sure that the Lady Arwen Undomiel had absolutely nothing to do with your following Elladan and Elrohir to the Golden Wood. You did not mention her. That would be like courting your sister if you did have any interest in her, would it not, which I am sure you do not," the Prince retorted sarcastically with a wide grin on his face. Then he walked over to his bed and plopped down on it with a sigh, still grinning. He put his arms behind his head and innocently looked up at the ceiling.
"You know, Your Highness ... " Estel began.
"Stop calling me that!" Legolas replied, exasperated by his friend.
"What should I call you right now? Your Lowness? Blondie? Stupid Wood-Elf?"
"How about just Legolas," the Elf replied more calmly.
"All right, just Legolas that sounds good," Estel smiled and looked at him with mischief in his eyes.
"Estel, why must you always frustrate, torment, and annoy me like you do?" Legolas
pouted and whined.
"It is the joy of my life, Legolas," Estel returned quickly with a half smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. He knew he was baiting Legolas and making him even more frustrated than he already was. But Estel did not like losing fights…neither arguments, sparring or in battle.
"You know, just Legolas, that you are completely and totally impossible and one of these days, you will go too far and I will have to do something about it," Estel smirked. "How about right now!" Estel yelled as he lunged for Legolas, grabbed him by the leg and yanked him off the bed, sending both of them sprawling on the floor with Legolas landing on top of the Ranger. "Get off me!" whined Estel.
"Who pulled who off the bed?" Legolas glared at the exasperating Ranger. Estel pushed him over and punched him. That was it. They started mock fighting like children, wrestling and grappling.
"Give up now, Estel, before I accidentally hurt you. I have, after all, 500 years more experience at this sort of thing than you do. I am the better fighter."
"Oh really, is that so? Hmmm. We will see… show me," Estel assuredly replied, just as he flipped Legolas over and pinned him to the floor. "Now who is the better fighter, Legolas?"
"I am," stated Legolas confidently.
"You need to concede; give up, Legolas," Estel remarked slightly annoyed.
"Why should I when I still know I am the better fighter." Legolas kicked him, grabbed his arms and flung him over catching him off his guard, which exasperated the Ranger. But Estel just jumped on Legolas playfully again, with a grin on his face and they started grappling once more.
Just then, there was a loud knock at the door. "Come in, please," Legolas answered sweetly, his tone of voice changing very quickly. An Elleth with a long beautiful green dress stood in the doorway looking down at the two young men sprawled on the floor. They looked extremely messy and disheveled. "Hi Meril, how are you this evening?" Legolas asked politely, still laying on the floor.
"I am fine, Sir; and you?" Meril asked a little confused.
"The same." he replied as he quickly stood up and hit his friend on the arm to do the same. Estel quickly stood as well, brushing himself off. "Oh, I am sorry, Meril, this is my good friend, Estel. He is only staying for a short time."
"Estel, this is my lovely friend Meril. She brightens this place up immensely. The Ellyn here have trouble keeping their eyes, not to mention their distance, away from her; and that includes me," Legolas smiled. Estel then looked up and noticed how pretty the young Elleth was, and he was not surprised at how the Ellyn could not help but flirt with her.
"Lord Legolas, you are embarrassing me," Meril answered shyly, blushing furiously.
"Well, I never lie, do I Estel?" Legolas looked at him expectantly, but the Ranger just looked back at him quizzically with one raised eyebrow.
"Did I come at a bad time, sir? I am sorry if I interrupted something,." Legolas and his partner-in-crime both grinned slyly at one another embarrassed by their childish behavior in front of Legolas' friend.
"Oh, please forgive us our manners. I feel very embarrassed," Legolas spoke quietly.
"Well, do not be on my account," Meril sweetly replied.
"No, of course this is not a bad time," Legolas pleasantly asserted.
"What can I do for you this evening, my Lady?" Legolas was a bit concerned; he knew it probably had to do with his father. He wondered what his father could want with him at this time of night as he looked uneasily at Estel.
"Your father, His Majesty, would like to see you right away in his study, Your Highness."
"Oh," Legolas sighed, hunching his shoulders in frustration. "He always wants to see me right away; especially when I am right in the middle of something." Frowning, he said to Estel, " I want to spend time with you, my friend, and I know if I go see him, that will not be possible." Legolas glanced at Estel as the Ranger opened his mouth to say something. "No," Legolas stopped him. "Don't ask...I just know."
"Meril, could you please tell him that I am exhausted and I have company; and that I will come and see him first thing in the morning?" Legolas asked her sweetly. However he had a sneaking suspicion that the words 'exhausted,' and 'company,' in the same sentence probably would not get by his father. The King could always read right through Legolas and the Prince hated it. "Thank you Meril."
"Yes, Sir. Right away," she answered as she shut the door and left, giggling audibly as she went down the hallway. Aragorn and Legolas just smiled at each other.
"Estel could you please stay in here tonight? I would like to finish up our discussion on things; family, Arwen. I would also like to have you near in case Ada is going to be difficult about something, and I really think he is. And if I am right, I seriously may need your support. He has been in such a bad mood, lately, and you are so good at backing me up," Legolas implored, trying to lay it on as thick as he could. "You are such a good friend, Estel," Legolas whispered to his friend very sincerely. He was usually able to bring his friend around to his way of thinking, sooner or later. So he figured he would this time as well.
"Arwen?" Estel asked a little surly. "I think I would rather stay in my own room tonight, thank you."
Legolas was taken a little by surprise. "Please, Estel, I really may need your help. Why are you being so stubborn?"
"Stubborn?" I just do not want another lecture on Arwen and the do's and don'ts of courting stepsiblings, Legolas!" Estel very angrily retorted.
"I was just jesting with you, Estel, I did not mean for you to take it so very seriously. I am very sorry if it upset you." Legolas was now feeling very guilt-ridden.
"It does not upset me," Estel replied in a much calmer voice. "I am just trying to make you feel bad ... Remember? The pursuit of my life?"
Legolas just glared at him." Estel, I hate you."
Legolas sat on the edge of his bed, brooding and contemplating. How could he get back at Estel? His friend was getting a little too trying, and annoying him beyond endurance. He asked him one more time, knowing what the answer would be. "Will you please stay then, Estel?"
"No, sorry Legolas, I am very tired and I need a good night's sleep. You can deal with your own father, tonight. You are not fifteen anymore, you know. And we can talk more tomorrow, all right? Aragorn thought his friend looked rather upset with him, but he was misreading Legolas' reaction and intentions. "Legolas, are you all right? What is the matter?" The Elf didn't answer. He had a sly smile on his face and was obviously up to something.
"Guards!!" Legolas yelled. Guards!!" he yelled again, trying to stifle a laugh. The sound of feet quickly running down the hallway was heard. The door was flung open and two Elves appeared at the doorway of Legolas' room, bows drawn.
"What is the matter, Your Highness? Are you all right? Are you injured?" one of them asked fearfully.
"Please put your bows down, gentlemen. I am fine and I am not injured. I just have a small request to make of you. Could you please make sure that no one enters or leaves my room tonight except for myself? And if you could keep my father out that would be a big plus," Legolas asked as an afterthought. He knew it most likely would not work, but it was worth a try.
"Yes, Sir. Do you fear danger or intrigue?" one of the guards asked him.
"No, Gavin. I just want some peace and quiet tonight ... some privacy," Legolas replied.
"Yes, Sir. And how about Lord Aragorn here, my Lord?" the guard asked with a confused and quizzical look on his face.
"Yes, that includes Lord Aragorn, I suppose. He was planning on staying in here tonight anyway," Legolas answered in as calm and as serious a tone as he could. He looked impassively at both the guards and Estel.
"Very well, Sir," Gavin replied with a last puzzled look at Estel. He shut the door and then the two guards were gone, standing in the corridor outside of Legolas' room.
Legolas turned around, and looked at Estel with a big grin on his face. He was really enjoying himself, now. This was going to be fun. He just hoped that Estel was not going to hurt him for this. He really did not want to have to call the guards again.
"Legolas, what are you doing?" Estel knew that Legolas was trying to get back at him, but this he had not expected. This meant war to the Ranger. He would get back at his friend sometime in the near future. Exactly how, he didn't know. Hm ... he would have to come up with something good, though.
"What do you think I am doing, Estel? It is not that complicated to figure out. But I guess you have always been a little slow in figuring things out, have you not?"