4. Chapter 4
Title: Broken Spirit 4
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: In this chapter – Legolas learns that he had stronger connection with the nature
Inside the palace…
"King Thranduil, do you not care for your elfling?" Elrond asked him with hardness in his voice.
Thranduil lifted his head and stared over at Lord Elrond and then he answered, "I do care but Legolas needs to obey me, his Adar, the King of Mirkwood…"
Estel could not hear those words that left from the king's lips; he could not hear it anymore when he cut off the king while he still spoke, "Is this so important? He is an elfling, a boy like me; he needs some joy and happiness."
Estel could feel his Adar's hand squeeze lightly on his shoulder, he raised his head and stared at his Adar with fear in his eyes.
Then Estel stared at the king, waiting for him to say anything, something, but the king said nothing, so Estel continued, "Is this because of what happened to your wife? Legolas was there?"
Thranduil stared at the boy with shock and disbelief in his eyes, and snapped at him, "How do you know about that?"
Estel did not even answer, as he turned to stare at his Adar, and then over to the twins with pleading eyes, hoping that they would save him from the uncomforted situation.
"We all heard of what had happened to your wife, Your Majesty." Elladan answered, and stared at the king.
"Leave me alone!" Thranduil requested and turned his face from them, as all he wished to do was reunite his thoughts and memories of his late wife.
"Do not worry, mellon-nin, you will be alone, if your elfling finds his death out there in the forest, and I know that you aware of what creatures are out there, those who murdered your wife." Elrond said to him harshly.
With that the Peredhils and Estel left the room and slammed the door after them.
"Adar?" Elrohir said once they were outside the room, when he got his Adar's attention he continued, "Princeling Legolas is out there, alone, I think we need to do something."
"Like what?" Elrond asked with curiousity as he stared at the younger twin.
"Like searching for him, at least do something," Elrohir replied and stared at his twin, who nodded and completed the rest of the sentence, "We cannot sit and do nothing, he is our mellon, and we do care about him, Adar."
"Wait for me outside the palace, while I do some talking with the guards," Elrond said to them, and then he continued as he turned toward Elladan, "Elladan, you are the eldest, keep them safe, and do not go away, not until I come back, Estel and Elrohir hear your brother."
Elladan nodded his consent to his Adar and then he stared at his half and the boy. The twins and Estel left their Adar as they waited outside the palace.
It did not take much longer before the twins and the boy saw their Adar walking toward them with a guard.
"Well…" all of them said with impatience in their eyes.
Elrond scanned their faces, and then he said softly, with caring in his voice, "Me and the guard have come to an agreement which you must accept," Elrond looked them over carefully before he continued, "I made a deal with the guard."
"What deal?" they all asked at the same time, seemingly confused.
"The deal if you accept – that you will do what ever the guards tell you to do, and remember – they are guarding you, is that agreeable with you?" Elrond asked as he explained it to them.
The twins and Estel nodded with agreement.
"When can we go?" Elrohir asked impatiently.
Elrond looked from his youngest twin, and then to the elder, seeing the fear in their eyes.
"Can we go now?" Estel asked, and Elrond could see the sparkles of hope shining in the boy's eyes.
Elrond looked back to the guard.
The guard moved his head left and right to Lord Elrond and then he stared at the darkened sky.
Lord Elrond turned his gaze to the sky too, then he returned it to his sons, and answered, "I am afraid, that no one is leaving till the morning."
"But why?" Estel asked, and Elrond hurried to hug his son, noticing the broken stare his son's eyes held.
"There is something bad in Mirkwood, look up at the sky, have you noticed how dark it is even in the middle of the day?" Elrond asked with fear in his voice.
Elrond did not wish to send his sons into the shadows and darkness, he knew what evil lay inside the forest; he knew of the spiders, orcs and evil that tried to conquer the elven kingdom, and he would not let his sons go to find their deaths, not like this.
The twins and Estel simply stared at the sky.
Estel shivered as he noticed the fall of darkness, Elrohir who was close to him, felt the boy's shiver, he tried calm him, "It is all right, Estel, we will make sure that nothing happens to you."
"It is not all right…" Estel shivered still, with tears in his eyes, "Legolas is out there... I fear that I will lose him…"
"I know my son." Elrond said softly.
"Is there anything that we can do, Adar?" Elladan asked, not wanting to sit around and do nothing, while Legolas was out there and they did nothing to help him, he felt the need to do something.
"Did you unpack your clothes from the long journey we made to Mirkwood?" Elrond asked.
"Nay." It was said in unison.
"You will leave tomorrow, and you are to be back in two days, whether or not you find him, I wish you to come back on the first light of the third day, and I wish you to take food and water with you, take extra for in case you find the princeling." Elrond said to them with absolute seriousness in his eyes and voice.
"We understand Adar," they in unison again.
"Good, now let us go, and then I will read you a bed-time story, all right?" Elrond asked softly.
They nodded, and Elrond walked with them back to the palace.
The guard stared at the retreating backs of the Imladris's elves and the boy.
He hoped that they could return the elfling to his Adar, or at least let the king know in what grave his elfling rested if they did find him.
While inside the Forest…
Princeling Legolas let go a cold-blooded scream as the ugly faces emerged from the shadows.
He started to run away, turning his head back from time to time, to see if he finally succeeding in getting away from those horrid creatures, and yet they closed in on him, coming from all sides, surrounding him like sand do a lake.
"Saes do not hurt me…" Legolas begged with dread, while he still ran, hoping to find some safe and comfort in the forest.
Then he could hear a whisper, and his name.
"Who is it? Where are you?" Legolas stopped in his tracks, wondering who was calling him.
"Greenleaf…" the wind called.
"Stand on my branch, Greenleaf…" the tree called.
Legolas looked down at the ground where he saw a branch laying next to his leg. He put his legs on the branch, trying to catch his balance, not wishing to fall, he found himself supported by leaves and other branches.
"Thank you." Legolas said weakly, as he collapsed, as his knees giving way beneath him from all of the running. Exestuation soon catching up to him, he let himself fall asleep with the gently calling of nature around him.
End of Chapter 4.
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