Broken Spirit: 3. Chapter 3

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3. Chapter 3

 

Title: Broken Spirit 3

Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com

Beta: Catherine Little

Rating: T

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.

3.

Inside the forest…

'Valar, why does he hate me so?'

Princeling Legolas let the tears fall as he rested his head over the trunk of the tree, wondering where he should go, to get away from his Adar, who hated him so much.

"I hate him…" Legolas cried, letting the tears fall from his face and his hands, wetting the grass beneath him. "He knows that I love nature, why does he forbid it? Does he not love me anymore?"

Birds sat on the branches of the trees, staring at the crying elfling, sadness in their hearts. The trees seemed to stop humming, and the wind stopped blowing.

Nature stopped in this place, shocked by Princeling Legolas, tears that fell, and his broken spirit in pieces spread around, shattered like glass in everything that Legolas ever touched of love.

Then, the princeling lifted his head as he suddenly heard an odd noise, like broken branches that fell on the ground had been cracked, and the birds stopped singing. He stared into the blue sky, noticing the birds flying, seeming to escape from his sight, and then he could feel a cold breeze on his face.

The blue sky had changed in front of him, the black shadows came towards him, as if they were hunting him.

He turned around and could see the shadows coming closer to him, and then engulfed him.

He could hear screams, but he could not identify them as elves. He became scared, fearing the unknown creatures that his Adar once told him about, and felt fear; fear of the creature that would kill him.

"Estel?" he whispered in fear.

Remembering he was alone in the forest, he tried to run away from the shadows that approached him, he could hear the screams and kept running, tears burst in his eyes as he cried with fear.

"Nana… Ada hates me…" he cried, though no one heard him.

"Why does he hate me so much, Nana?" Legolas asked.

He cried and then he felt tiredness fill his body. He slept, unaware of the darkness and evil that soon surrounded him.

BS3BS3

While inside the palace…

Elrond, the twins, and Estel walked over to Thranduil's room that was guarded by armed guards.

"What do you want?" the guard asked, not even looking at them, his hands still tight on the sword.

"To speak with the king." Elrond replied as he noticed how hard it was to even speak with the king, and wondered why Thranduil acted this way while his son is was there, alone.

"I am afraid that he is not available right now, the king had ordered us not to let anyone enter, he wants to be alone." The guard said to them.

"He will be alone, when his elfling could die, is that what he wants? To lose his own elfling?" Elrond asked the guard, hoping that the guard would let them get inside.

"Is this what you want to see in your king?" Elladan burst at the guards.

The guards nodded as 'no', and then they talked between themselves, trying to figure out what they should do.

"Wait here!" the guard said at them, as he followed his fellow guard into the room.

"Ada?" Estel called with curiosity, as he wondered what was going on.

"Yes, my child?" Elrond asked him softly.

"What is wrong with the king? Why is he not out there looking for his elfling? Does he hate him that much?" Estel asked, and Elrond could see the worry and fear in the boy's eyes.

"I do not think that he hates him, ion, I do believe that he is scared to lose him, though he is doing the wrong thing, letting the past rule his life." Elrond replied softly.

"Past? What past?" Estel asked, confused.

"From what I heard from Lady Galadriel. About three or five years after Legolas was born, the Queen picked a way with one guard and walked along it, and it seems to be that road that you and Legolas chose." Elrond tried to explain.

"What road?" Estel asked seeming to still be confused.

"The road that we pushed Legolas to show us, the same road that the Queen did not leave, she did come not back alive." Elrohir explained as he rubbed his hand in the boy's hair.

"But… what about Legolas?" Estel asked, and the twins too could see the dread in the boy's eyes.

"We will search for him, after we finish with the king." Elrond answered gently.

"But what if it's too late?" Estel asked as he felt his heart clench.

"Estel, we do not even know what is it in there or what killed the Queen." Elladan replied with grace.

"Are you promising, Adar?" Estel asked, hoping that they would find Legolas well and in one piece.

Elrond looked over at the twins; watching their faces, noticing the unshed tears that spread in their masks, and then he glanced over at Estel who held his breath, waiting for his Adar to say the right word, so he could breath again.

"Promising what, my son?" Elrond asked, not knowing what had passed in the boy's mind.

"Do you promise that we will find him, before it is too late?" Estel asked with pleading eyes, as the fear still grew inside him.

Elrond wished to himself to know what to answer, though to his relief, the door to King Thranduil's chamber opened, and the guards left the room, letting them to enter, and then they closed the door.

Elrond found himself staring at the king with disgust in his eyes.

"What do you want?" Thranduil asked with harsh voice, as he dearly wished to be alone.

"What do you think, mellon-nin?" Elrond asked him with soft voice, hoping that would melt the cold in his friend.

"Leave me alone!" Thranduil demanded.

Elrond could not believe it; he knew that the guards spoke to him, and now it seemed that the king did not even care for his elfling.

"King Thranduil, do you not care for your elfling?" Elrond asked him with hardness in his voice.

End of Chapter 3.


This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: SivanShemesh

Status: General

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: 3rd Age - The Kings

Genre: Drama

Rating: General

Last Updated: 05/17/09

Original Post: 11/28/06

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