23. Chapter 23
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Warning: Out Of Character might appear in here.
Elrond took the elfling from his friend's hands and laid him back on the bed. He examined his neck, concerned because the pulse was weak. He looked at Elrohir, and then at Thranduil, but said nothing.
"What is it that troubles your mind, mellon-nin?" Thranduil asked as he watched how Elrond examined his son.
"I am worried for his health," Elrond replied to him, then he turned his gaze at Elrohir, and asked softly, "Ion-nin, bring the bag from my room."
Elrohir nodded and left the room with haste. He could not help but hope his father did not forget about his twin.
When Elrohir back, he saw his Adar walking from one bed to another, checking both Elladan and Legolas.
He handed to his Adar the bag, and asked if his assistance might be needed, "Adar is there something that I can do?"
"Aye, there is, ion." Elrond answered.
"What?" Elrohir asked impatiently.
Elrond stared at the king, and then he asked him, "When can the army leave and save my son?"
"The army will not leave alone, I will accompany with them." Thranduil replied.
"I want to join too, Adar." Elrohir added.
Elrond did not want him to, "No, Elrohir, you will stay here; I do not want you hurt."
"But Adar, Estel is out there alone, frightened from those evil creatures; he needs me there. He may think we have just left him." Elrohir insisted.
Elrond sighed heavily, knowing that if he insisted that Elrohir will stay, Elrohir will be more stubborn and will act alone, only to save his little brother.
"You can go," Elrond sighed heavily as he said it. He could hear the joy leaving from his son's mouth, he added, "When Estel is back, we can all be happy."
"And Legolas, Adar, do not forget about him, alive and laughing again with Elladan by his side." Elrohir said, with smile in his face, as hope returned to his eyes.
He will be with Thranduil and the army to save his brother.
"This is not something that I will forget." Elrond smiled at his son, and continued, "Get ready anything that you will need, and let Thranduil know if there is anything else you need. Remember food, as Estel might be hungry when you find him."
"Your Adar is right, young one," Thranduil said softly to the younger elf, and continued softly, "If you need anything, saes, do not hesitate, I will help you as you helped me."
When Elrohir left, Elrond thanked to his friend, and asked him to take care of his son.
Thranduil nodded and said, "I will not let your son to get hurt, mellon-nin."
Elrond nodded, and then he was back moved from Legolas' limp form to Elladan.
Thranduil's face changed at once, as he noticed how pale his elfling was, and his hands were cold to touch. The king was afraid he was watching his son dying in front of his eyes.
"You need to go!" Elrond said to his friend with a firm voice. "Thranduil, mellon-nin, you need to get ready, as you will to leave with my son and the army to save Estel. Go and let me heal your son and mine as well. This is what I do; I am a healer, mellon-nin." Elrond explained as he raises his voice a bit.
Thranduil sighed, and left the room.
Elrond sighed, and then took another look at the elfling and softly he asked, "What should I do with your Adar?"
Outside the palace...
Horses stood, some groaned. The guards of Thranduil's army mounted the horses, and waited for their king and the young Peredhil to join.
Thranduil left the palace accompanied by Elrond's son as they walked toward the horses that waited for them.
They mounted, and then Thranduil led the army, as Elrohir rode by his side.
Thranduil watched Elrohir for a while, and noticed how tensed the elf soon became. He could feel that there was something that was bothering him.
"Elrohir," Thranduil called, and when he got the other's attention he asked, "What is it that troubles your mind so much?"
Elrohir moved his gaze from the king, sighed, and looked at the view before him. He answered with harshness in his voice as he hissed a warning, "I fear for him, Thranduil. I fear that he is hurt, and for Valar's sake, I hope that nothing happened to him, or I will kill all the orcs that touch him."
"The boy means something to you." Thranduil stated.
"Aye, he is, King Thranduil." Elrohir said. "Since the day that I and Elladan rescued him and his mother from the orcs lashes, the boy has lightened our lives including Adar. His spirit was fading, broken inside as nana left Middle-Earth, and the boy's name is Aragorn, but Adar re-named him Estel, as a hope that he had giving him as he grieves for his wife, for our nana."
Elrohir sighed, and then he added sadly, "And now, as Estel was dragged away by these filthy creatures right in front our eyes…"
Thranduil interrupted. "I understand, mellon-nin, and I will do anything in my power as a king to bring back Estel, to return the hope that you lost."
Elrohir stared at the king, and thanked, "Hannon-le, King Thranduil."
Thranduil grinned at him, as he teased, "How many times have I told you to drop the title, and called me by my name?"
Elrohir smiled, and answered, "I did not count, Thranduil, but if you wish I will start."
Thranduil smiled at him.
In his heart the worry grew as he remembered the last sight of his son. He hoped, really hoped that Legolas would make it.
Elrohir noticed the smile fading from the king's face. he figured that the king's mind was back to Legolas.
"Thranduil," he called, and without seeking to look into the king's eyes, he added, "He will be all right; Adar will take care of him, and Elladan."
"I know, but…" Thranduil said, and stopped, as he could not continued, as the image continued showing in his mind.
"Do you trust my Adar, Thranduil?"
"I do trust your Adar, with my life." Thranduil replied, knowing where Elrohir went with it, he nodded with him, and thanked him.
While they rode, bunch of birds fly above them, almost yelling in their ears, as the shadows closing behind them.
"Something is going to happen," Thranduil said alerted, "The shadows are never a good sign, and add it group of scary birds – something bad is going to fall on us soon."
End of Chapter 23.
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