16. Chapter 16
Author: Sivan Shemesh email@example.com
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?
And with that, he moved to Thranduil's side, taking him away from his sons.
Elrond stared at the king; he could see fear and guilt clearly in the king's eyes.
"Mellon-nin?" he asked, while he moved his hand to Thranduil's sword, taking it softly from his hand and letting it fall upon the ground. He did not want either himself or Thranduil hit.
"…" Thranduil opened his mouth but nothing left but the look of shock and worry.
"He will be all right," Elrond said to him, but still no words or reaction came from the king. "It was not your fault, it was the dead tree…"
Elrond could see the shadow moving upon the king's eyes, and then he heard a sigh of relief from the king's lips, and Elrond sighed too.
"Thranduil, mellon-nin," Elrond asked again.
"I should be the one on the ground, not your son…" Thranduil mumbled sadly.
"Thranduil, mellon-nin, if it was you on the ground and you were all alone seeking your elfling, who would come and rescue you from a fallen illness, and who would find the elfling if you were all alone?" Elrond asked, and noticed how the mask changed upon his friend. "I know that my son will be all right, he has a strong spirit, and we need to find your son. He is wondering alone, and might be hurt. The blood that we found on the flower may be his," he stopped and observed the king's face, "You should gather yourself, once Elladan is awake, we heading to your elfling, and bringing him back to you, where he belongs."
Elrond was pleased to see the king smile. At least his words touched the king's heart, and the fears and guilt faded away.
Elrond and Thranduil were heading back to Elrohir and Estel, who sat beside Elladan. They were waiting as patiently as they could for their their brother to stir.
Estel squeezed Elladan's hand, and whispered in his ear, "Please… do not leave me… big brother… I do not want to lose you… please wake up…"
Estel kept pleading to his brother while Elrohir watched, not knowing what he should say. Fearing he would lose te other half of himself, Elrohir's heart beat faster and tears slipped from his eyes.
Then Estel felt something in his hand, he lowered his gaze from Elladan's face to his hand.
"ADA?" Estel shouted.
"What is it, my son?"
"He squeezed my hand…"
"It is good news indeed," Elrond said with a large smile upon his face. "He will be awake soon."
Half hour later…
Elladan woke from the darkness that engulfed him, and with puzzle in his face, he stared at the figures that stared at him.
"Elladan…" he could hear someone calling him, but a wave of nausea hit him, and could feel the darkness calling for him again.
"Elladan…" the voice kept calling for him.
Then he could see his Adar, staring at him, worried.
"A-da?" he asked with cracked voice.
Elrond took the canteen and told his son, "Drink slowly, I do not want you choke."
"Elladan, I have one question, and then I will let you rest again," Elrond said, and then he asked as he moved his hand in front of Elladan's eyes, "How many fingers do you see?"
"Three." And then he could feel the darkness calling, catching his body, as he fell numb into Elrond's hands.
Two fingers were only being seen.
"He is resting." Elrond said, as he was a worried sick upon his son's health.
Elrohir was confused, "Adar?" he asked.
"What is it, Elrohir?" the healer asked him.
"I… I never heard you asked that question before. What was the meaning if he was wrong?" Elrohir asked, worried for his half's health.
Elrond sighed, and answered, "It means that he had concussion, and he needs more rest. I will check later, and I will see if it is better or worse."
"And?" Elrohir asked, wanted to know more.
"Once he wakes, I need to check again to see if he feels better, and well enough to ride. I need you to hold him; he might still feel confused and lose his balance." Elrond replied as he gazed at his son.
Elrohir said, "I will keep him safe, Adar. I will not let him fall."
Elrond nodded, and then looked at the king.
Later, when Elladan woke, Elrond started to check him again, and he let out a sigh of relief.
The healer gave him some water and gathered him in his arms. When Elrohir mounted his horse, he held Elladan safely in front of him.
"Elrohir, talk to him, explain to him." Elrond said to Elrohir, while he walked to his horse with Estel.
"Would we pass the dark corridor by foot or by our horse as Elrohir and Elladan?" Estel asked his Adar.
Elrond stared at his boy and answered, "We will walk by foot, the guards will be close to us, and I will not let you get hurt."
Estel nodded and tightened his hand with his Adar.
King Thranduil walked first, and then his guards as they surrounded Elrond and Estel, and the twins rode close to him. The remaining guards brought up the rear.
When they passed the dark corridor, there was a lake. It looked huge to Estel and he let go of Elrond's hand and ran to the water.
Elrond, who scanned the view, noticed how the bushes died beside the lake.
Elrond ran after Estel, worried as the boy knelt beside the lake edge, moving his hand in the river.
Elrond opened his mouth and shouted for his son, "ESTEL, NO!!!" as Estel moved his hand from the lake to his mouth.
End of Chapter 16.
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