11. Chapter 11
Author: Sivan Shemesh firstname.lastname@example.org
Warning: Angst. Violence. Jealousy. OOC for in case. Prepare the tissues; I think that you might need them. Character death? Family matters.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just created the plot for my stories.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Summary: Princeling Legolas disobeys his father. The punishment leads to an incident no one expected. Will the Peredhil save the day?
Note: The twins in this story are older, but only in this story. Estel is 12 years old, while Legolas is 9 years old, and only an elfling compared to the other elves.
Note2: Also written for Mellon Challenges 100 – Prompt # 054: Spirit.
Note3: Legolas learns that he had stronger connection with nature and how he is dealing with it at first.
Remember Legolas is an elfling, and an elfling's reaction could be different, but I guess that you already knew that, right?
Note4: Big alert of OOC from the twins, why? Read and find out! Lol!
Elvish - English: See in the end of the chapter.
At the end of second day…
In the palace
The king left his room and walked down the hallway where Lord Elrond had been staying. He let himself inside the room, noticed the worry that was mask on his face, and thought about Elrond's, sons that they are there because of his son.
Elrond seemed to be aware of the king's presence as he covered his face, hiding the emotions, "What is it?"
Thranduil could see the change in his face though, "How do you cope through the night, knowing that they are out there?"
"I do not know. I think of them and remember that they love me as much as I love them," Elrond respond as he rubbed his chin, "I guess the fear of being like you, helped me pass the night."
Thranduil could feel the shame and pride rising in his body as he mumbled, "I am sorry that…" but Elrond cut him. He could see the emotional breakdown of Thranduil right in front of him.
He regretted the words that he said. He knew that Thranduil was a great Adar when he was in his right mind. "Do not continue; I should not have said that. It is my fault."
"About what, my behavior towards my son? Nay, it is not your fault, it is mine. I do wish you would help me heal the rift between us when we find him." Thranduil exclaimed as calmly as he could, he did not wish to raise his voice at his friend.
Thranduil also hoped that Elrond would forgive him and accept that he asked help from him, letting go of his pride.
But there was nothing, as Elrond seemed to hide his emotions. It seemed he was not going to share his feelings.
Thranduil sighed heavily and turned around, heading to the door. He feared losing his friendship with Elrond and his help when they found the princeling.
Legolas was too precious to lose.
Thranduil was unaware that he was letting his emotions be seen and as Elrond watched the hurt and fear rising on his friend's face, he said gently to him, "You never lost my friendship, mellon-nin, and my sons and I would do anything to help. Thranduil…"
Thranduil sighed in relief as he heard his friend, though the last words that Elrond said to him leaving him curious, as he asked, "What?"
"You are not alone, I am your friend."
Thranduil nodded and walked over him, his hands clasped Elrond's shoulders, and Elrond did the same, smiling at each other.
Then Thranduil left the room with light of hope in his eyes.
At the third day, at first light…
Still in the palace
Elrond left his room, heading outside of the palace, excited to see his sons and hear of what they had been through.
"'Quel amrun, mellon-nin." Thranduil greeted him as he felt Elrond's presence.
Elrond could hear his friend's voice came from the balcony and he greeted him the same, "'Quel amrun, mellon-nin."
He walked to Thranduil and they clasped shoulders.
Elrond left the king, heading to the garden, and laying on the ground.
His head lay on the green ground like a pillow, as the wind blew over his face and body like a natural blanket.
Thranduil was confused by his behavior. He left the balcony, heading over to him, and asked, "Mani naa lle umien?"
Elrond only gave a small smile. "Readying myself for my sons, especially for Estel."
"Mankoi?" Thranduil asked, not knowing why in the name of Valar his friend would act like this because of this boy.
"He is a boy, not an elf." Elrond explained and then he shared more details, "The men's race, from what I have learned, let their feelings be seen on their faces, and Estel is precious to us and we love him."
Thranduil nodded, but still did not know why Elrond lay on the ground, "But why are you lying on the ground, mellon-nin?"
"Because every time that I have had arrangements or council to attend, when I come back, the boy jumps over me and knocks me on the ground. So, I thought that maybe I would ready myself for the jump, and lay on the nature, waiting for them." Elrond explained and smiled.
Thranduil rubbed his chin as he remembered the time that he did the same with his elfling. He remembered how Greenleaf reacted, and feared the twins would feel the same.
"Do you not think that they might believe that something had happened to you?" Thranduil asked.
Elrond grinned as he replied, "Then at least I would not get knocked on the ground," as he changed his position from lying to sit.
Galdor walked over to the king with fear in his eyes as he announced, "Your Majesty, they are here!"
Then he bowed and took some steps back.
Thranduil recognized the fear in the guard's voice, though he said nothing, knowing that all the guards might be afraid of him after the way he acted towards his son.
He swallowed hard, and then looking to his friend, he asked., "Are you ready?"
"Aye, I am." Elrond answered as he scanned the view, eager to see his sons.
Then they came.
Estel's hands were tight to the twins as Silinde took the lead and walked to his king. With faint eyes and a look of failure upon his face, he said. "Your Majesty, we did not find him, and there is more danger than it might seem."
Thranduil could feel the walls of fear coming in on him. Then he could feel his friend's eyes staring at him, he tried to control himself as he said, "We will find him, but now you need to take some food and rest, all of you." Then he left, heading back to the palace.
Elrond wanted to go after him, but his sons came and he could sense by looking in their eyes that something happened as they just stood there, not running over to him.
"What has happened?" Elrond asked with soft tone.
Elladan released Estel's tight grip, "How do you know?"
"Estel." Elrond simply answered, as his eyes were locked on the boy's stressed face.
Elladan sighed. Then Elrond repeated his question, "What has happened?"
Elladan stared at the boy and then at his other half and nodded.
Elrohir also released Estel's hand and told him to run to their Ada and tell him what had happened in the woods.
After hearing every single word from the boy, he could feel the tenseness in his voice; he could feel him shaking. "The branch? Why would the branch do that to you?"
Estel was shaking, and the twins could see it just in front of them.
"The… the branch was bad to me…" Estel replied still shaking though he continued, "it almost used me to hit them… I almost…"
Elrohir knelt beside him, taking the boy in his arms, letting him cry upon his shoulders, and tried to comfort him with soothing words. Elrond pulled Elladan aside to talk to him.
"Are you hurt?" Elrond asked him, his eyes scanning his son's body, searching in his own eyes for some scratches or signs of blood.
"Nay," Elladan simply answered, staring at his brothers, he added, "I love them, and I will not let those creatures even close to them."
"I know, but are you hurt?" Elrond asked again.
"Nay, I am not." Elladan replied turned his face back over his Adar, and he could see as he sighed for relief.
"I am proud of you, ion-nin," Elrond smiled at him, and then he turned to see his other sons and said to them as well, "I am proud of you two, as well."
Elrohir and Estel gave him a smile as well.
Elrohir could see the sparkle that shone in his half's eyes. He let go of Estel, telling him to go with his Adar, and then he took the bag, opened it, and taking something from it.
Elrohir grinned at his Adar, "Do you wish to taste something sweet, Ada?"
"Aye, I do." Elrond replied, wanting to see what they had in mind.
"Slice for us as well, gwador-nin." Elladan grinned, knowing that it would catch his Adar's curiosity.
"What?" Elrond asked.
Elrohir sliced and gave the first half of the passion fruit to his Adar, and then he sliced the second half so he and his brothers could share it.
Elrohir noticed how his Adar scanned the shell of the fruit, "It is a passion fruit, Adar."
Elrond took a small bite from the fruit, noticing it was sour to his tongue.
The twins followed every movement that their Adar did.
Estel came forward to his Adar and said, "Do not judge it from first bite, Ada, you need to taste more of it."
The twins grinned and then both of them hugged Estel, tears slipping from their eyes.
Elrond looked at his sons, and then decide to take another bite. Estel was right he thought, how had he become so wise in judging fruits.
Then after Elrond had finished; he smiled and thanked his sons.
Elladan looked around for the king and noticed he was gone.
"Adar, where is King Thranduil?" he asked.
"Back in his room, I assume," Elrond replied and then he added, "I guess that he is packing his stuff for the searching patrol…"
"What?" Elladan asked, feeling surprised. "Ada, how did you do?"
But Elrond left only a hint, not the full answer that his ion wished to hear, "Sometimes you only need to feel pain to awake from the grief that rises and eats at you slowly."
The twins grinned as they heard their Ada's answer, though Estel looked lost, so they explained it to him.
Estel only said, "He deserves it."
"Now, Estel, it is not your place to judge, and aye, maybe I should have done it before…" Elrond said to the boy, not wanting any angst between Estel and Thranduil while they searched for princeling Legolas.
Back in the wood…
Princeling Legolas was covered with bruises, some were quite nasty.
He noticed blood seeped from his shoulders… he could not remember how he had been injured. How could he not smell and feel the pain? What was wrong with him?
Even as he walked, he swayed and fell back to the ground. His stomach still hurt as he clenched it tight, hoping that the pain would pass.
The light still called for him to follow, and so he did even as he tried and pushed himself to stand, only to catch the light…
End of Chapter 11.
Elvish – English:
'Quel amrun, mellon-nin – Good Morning, my friend.
Mani naa lle umien? - What are you doing?
Mankoi? – Why?
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