Tears Like Rain
Chapter 21: Bonus feature
Betrayal: Extended Scene
(If you were just reading "Tears
Like Rain", this is your last chance to skip this potential spoiler
directly to the next story, "Captive
of Darkness", rated R for violence and implied rape.)
( "Captive of Darkness" was written before "Tears
Like Rain". "Betrayal" was written before "Tears Like Rain",
although the stories were later put in chronological order by event.)
If this were a DVD,
this would be the special features
section. With that in mind, we have a tiny little bonus for you,
extended/deleted scene from "Betrayal".
shall we do with the traitor’s guards, my Liege?” Raniean questioned,
the awkward subject. The outcast elves had been rounded up and
were being held
inside the courtyard by a contingent of Thranduil’s warriors.
King glanced over at the elves. Not a one of them looked up or
piercing gaze. The fear of whatever lay ahead radiated from
them. They had
been exiled with an insane leader who ruled them with a cruel hand and
were at the mercy of a King that they had only heard horrific tales
their future was no more certain now than it had been before.
thought on the situation for a moment. No one spoke, no one
moved. A small
voice floated across the courtyard carried on the evening breeze,
Garilien, your son?”
King turned towards the soft conversation and watched as an older elf
approached the group of outcasts.
Raniean whispered softly as his gaze lighted on his old mentor.
stood near the gate, watching as Doriflen’s soldiers were brought out,
hands bound together, their eyes downcast. They shuffled
nervously, their fate
weighing on their minds. It had been centuries since he had seen
his son. The
young elf had run off for a chance at what he thought was a better life
the dictatorial rule of Doriflen. It had nearly broken Cirlith’s
heart. He had
found it hard for the first few hundred years to remain in Mirkwood and
were nights that he had very nearly willed his spirit away but for the
his students; with the care of his friends he had found a way to
the betrayal and emptiness the loss of his son had caused. He was
believe his eyes now as he stared at the full-grown elf that still
of the youthful features of his boy. He had given up hope of ever
Cirlith questioned once more. The elf in question didn’t move or
the name. “Garilien, my boy, is that you?” The warrior glanced up
gazed into the older eyes of the elf.
know what to do with them, Father.” Legolas whispered to Thranduil, “May
King nodded and smiled as he crossed his arms and watched his
glanced at Raniean exchanging a silent agreement. Trelan knew
what had taken
place so many years ago and curiously followed as the prince tugged on
Aragorn’s sleeve and drew him with them as well.
four of them approached the prisoners. Gently Legolas moved the
aside and glared at the one he had been talking to. Aragorn
stepped next to
the prince, curious. He alone did not know the history behind
but it hardly mattered.
you Garilien?” Legolas addressed the elf. He barely
remembered the boy, and
the adult was much changed.
best speak up when you are asked a question,” Aragorn threatened when
outcast did not reply.
elf glanced at Legolas. “I am the one he says I am. He is my
imprisoned warrior looked over at the elder elf and swallowed hard,
keep his emotions at bay. Fear radiated from the bound elf.
It had been years
since he had last seen Legolas and the memories of what he had been
do surfaced unbidden. What if the prince had never forgiven
him? What kind of
example would they make of him for the others? He would deserve
did to him, but he still dreaded it almost as much as he dreaded his
response to his presence. It seemed that everyone he had cared
for or been
loyal to he had hurt and betrayed, his life was a mess – it was what
nodded slightly and followed his gaze. He smiled softly at the
elf that stood
just behind them; tears stained the elder’s face as he watched his son,
whom he had not seen for hundreds upon hundreds of years.
are free from your exile.” The prince turned back towards the
many of you have family that may still live under Mirkwood’s trees?”
were the hands that slipped carefully up. A few did not.
like those that don’t have family if you would allow me, my Lord.”
stepped up near Legolas on his left. “My company was harder hit
than some of
the others, nearly decimated by Doriflen. We could use the extra
nodded, “Can you handle them? Can you put them down if you have
to?” He spoke
quietly but loud enough so the prisoners could hear.
my Lord, it will not be a problem.” He looked over the outcasts.
“Whom of you
have no family left in Mirkwood?”
elves shuffled to the front of the group. “Unbind them.”
Raniean ordered the
guards. “You belong to me now. I am your family. My
men are your family. If
you choose not to join me, I will take you to the edge of Mirkwood and
out myself. If you want to, you can make a good life here. I know
heard stories of your people that are untrue. Trelan and I are
here to teach
what is true. Will you have us?”
by one the orphaned warriors consented and Trelan and Raniean walked
slowly back to the barracks where the warriors trained and spent a lot
off time together. “You’ll like it here.” They heard Trelan
talking as he
walked alongside the others, “It’s nothing like what you’ve heard.”
for the rest of you,” Legolas addressed the remaining captive
elves. “We will
find your families for you and you will be returned home to them.
have responsibilities and you will be held accountable. You have
been lied to
and have been living a lie. It's time you learned the
know and they will help you to find it again.” He stepped forward
and took the
proffered knife from the closest guard, quickly severing Garilien’s
could not move. He stared open-mouthed at the one he had helped
to injure so
“My Prince...” He stammered quietly still unsure of his future. “I...I’m
Forgive me.” The apology was barely audible.
had stopped at the corner of the palace sending Trelan on with the new
recruits. He watched as Garilien bowed his head dejectedly and
stood rooted in
place before Legolas.
wasn’t you,” Legolas answered softly. “You were deceived,
like I was once.
I never held it against you, what my uncle forced you to do, and I
for you it.” Gently the prince touched the warrior’s
flinched slightly, his gaze rising to meet that of his prince.
home. Learn what it is you have lost that you may find it once
again. You are
free of him now.” Legolas smiled softly into the large blue eyes
his for any duplicity, any ulterior motive.
elf nodded slightly to his new lord and walked hesitantly over to his
The older elf grabbed his son and pulled the errant
child into his
arms. “How I
missed you, Gari.” He whispered in the elf’s ear, “It’s so good to have
tightened involuntarily in the warm embrace. He had forgotten
what it felt
like to be loved, to be wanted. Slowly he wrapped his arms around
waist and held him tightly. The years fell away between them and
he could not
fight back the tears.
pulled back and gently wiped his fingers across the tear-stained
go home.” He whispered brokenly, his own emotions too near the
Draping his arm around the younger elf, Cirlith pulled him tightly to
as they walked out of the courtyard.
Garilien glanced over his
smiled slightly at Legolas, his tears unhidden as he mouthed a silent
going.” Aragorn leaned towards the prince as he watched the small
out of sight.
their families.” Legolas turned back to the guards and instructed
the elves up from the dungeons below as well and see that they are all
to someone or give them over to Raniean for training.” He turned
away from the group of prisoners and glanced up at his own
had watched the whole proceeding with a smile on his face.
Raniean quickly dried his eyes on the sleeve of his tunic. He
smiled as he
watched his old mentor slowly walk Garilien back to their home.
him how light his heart felt as he turned to follow Trelan to the
done, my son. I hope they can all return to a full
life.” He stepped down next to the two friends as they approached
turned them towards the palace. “Meanwhile, you and I have a lot
to talk about,
Legolas. I expect a very good tale out of you over what exactly
errant Prince of Mirkwood to miss the Yén festival this time.”
(If you just read "Tears
Like Rain", next is "Captive
(If you just read "Betrayal", next is "Legolas'
No Good Rotten Day".)
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