6. Chapter 6
Title: Broken Spirit 6
Author: Sivan Shemesh email@example.com
Beta: nautika & Tena
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?
"You promised me that you would keep him safe, no matter what he says. Keep your promise to me!" A voice was heard, a voice that only the environment heard, not the princeling that kept falling, getting hit by the edge of the branches.
"Save him… save him…" the voice was heard again, urged over the nature.
Before Legolas hit hard on the ground the branch of the tree caught him, and placed him softly on the green grass.
Legolas felt the shiver that went through his body, and started to run away from the tree, as fast as his legs would carry him.
The yelling of the creatures could still be heard from a far, as though they were waiting for him to show and reach the trap.
The next morning… outside the palace…
Elrond stood next to his sons, helping each one to take their bag, and giving them a kiss upon their cheeks. Then before they departed, he knelt and simply told them how much he loved them, and wanted them to return in two days.
"Elladan, Elrohir, Estel, I ask you to hear and do what ever the guards would tell you to do, and always stick close to them, all right?" Elrond asked, as he looked at them with concern.
Elladan glanced at his younger brothers, noticed their nods, he answered his Adar, "We understand, Adar, and we will not let you down."
Now Elrond was concerned and wondered what Elladan meant by his words.
"What do you mean? You never let me down!" Elrond said with a gentle voice, "I love you, and you love me, why for the sake of Valar you would let me down?"
"Forgive me, Adar, I did not mean to say it, I… I guess it is because of what had happened in recent days." Elladan stuttered as he lowered his head.
"You are all angry with Thranduil, and while I do not blame you for feeling that way., I wish you did not." Elrond told his sons.
Noticing his sons looked as though they wished to speak, Elrond said firmly. "Do not apologize to me again, my sons, for it might not end, and you would not be able to search for the princeeling, all right?"
"Agreed." All of them answered at once.
"Now, I will see you in the first light of the third day, off you go…" Elrond grinned at them, saying his last words as he then watched his sons accompany the guards.
Tears fell from Elrond's eyes, as his mind threw him a message of comfort, 'Do not worry; they know how to take care of themselves, and the guards will protect him as well… now you better hurry and deal with that stubborn king.'
Elrond turned around; walking back to the palace he sighed, knowing he faced a battle that only one could win, and he definitely did not want to be the one who lost.
After all, he felt that he already lost his sons to search for Legolas, as Thranduil seemed not to care anymore.
Elrond felt his body tense as he tried to control his feelings; he breathed in and out, trying to be calm, knowing he might lose his temper with the king.
Then he walked through the guards straight into Thranduil's room, making sure that he closed the door after he entered.
Elrond looked at his friend and wondered what had made him change. Elrond knew how gentle Thranduil was and he hoped that Thranduil would tell him what changed him.
"Thranduil," Elrond called, hoping that at least Thranduil felt his presence, and would speak to him as King, to Lord and be reasonable, but when he got no answer from him, he spoke, "Thranduil, mellon-nin? Look at me!"
Yet, Thranduil did not turn to look at him, and that act, made Elrond furious, as he walked over to the king and grabbed his arm, making the king stare at him.
"What is wrong with you? What made you angry?" Elrond asked, and was about to confront him with more furious questions when he noticed the hurt and fragile elf in front of him.
Elrond scanned his friend's face; noticed the tears that never seemed to stop falling, and how tired the king seemed.
"Saes… leave me be…" Thranduil's voice seemed to thicken as he whispered, begging the elf lord for some peace and quiet, as he wished to return to his thoughts.
"I am your friend, saes, let me help you…" Elrond's voice became softer. Looking at the king, he wished he would let him help and perhaps restore the bond of Adar and Ion between Greenleaf and Thranduil.
Thranduil watched the lord, saying nothing. Finally, he shoved Elrond's hand from his and turned his back again, walking towards the window.
"You are making a grave mistake, mellon-nin. You need to let me help you. Then you can help us find your elfling," Elrond pleaded, and then he continued, emphasizing the important name, "Your only elfling, GREENLEAF!"
Elrond sighed heavily as he decided that he needed some fresh air, as the king might not only lose his own pride but fall victim to grief, a killer of the firstborn and thus killing his kingdom.
Leaving the king's room, Elrond walked outside the palace, thinking of the twins and how they were dealing with what lay out there.
The twins walked beside Estel, making sure they were each holding one of Estel's hands. They did not wish to lose the boy who first gave them back their hope.
The guards watched the way the twins protected and cared for the boy and wished their king would do the same for his elfling.
The guards who were at the rear of the group were alert to any sound. They wanted to protect Lord Elrond's children as well, including the boy who was not truly his son because they did care and fear for Greenleaf, who might lose his life out there in the forest.
"Let us go…" Silinde said to them, as he started to walk to the lines of trees that hid the darkness inside them.
"Estel, do not be afraid, we will take care of you, and we never let you get hurt." Elladan spoke for his other half, as well. They did not wish the boy who had touched their hearts to be hurt.
"I know." Estel grinned at them, knowing that they love him just as his Adar did.
"We need to find him…" Estel suddenly spoke.
The twins could see the dread in his eyes, as they tightened their hold on his hands, not wanting him to be lost in the forest too.
"We will, Estel. All three of us need to be strong for him so we can find him." Elrohir's encouraging voice spoke to them.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Estel smirked as he walked with them, as light of hope shone in their eyes.
They walked, and walked, and then Estel stopped and pulled lose from his brother's hands, running to kneel beside something beautiful that had caught his eyes.
"ESTEL!!!" the twins called together, as they saw Estel running to the flower.
The guards at the rear of the group followed the twins as they walked closer to the boy.
"Estel? What is wrong?" Elladan asked, sensing his dread as he knelt next to the boy.
"Look at this beautiful red flower." Estel pointed to the flower.
The guards sighed and one of them spoke, "It is not red. The flower is white, but it is covered with blood."
Estel moved his hand and touched the flower; shocked as he saw his hand covered with blood. He opened his mouth to scream, but after feeling Elladan's hand on his shoulder, he closed it, and began to cry.
"To whom does the blood belong?" Elladan asked, as he cleaned the blood from Estel's hand with a piece of torn cloth.
The guards said nothing, but Estel thought that he might know.
"Is it from Legolas?" Estel asked.
"I do not know, little brother, not till we find him and see if he is hurt." Elrohir replied, as he tried to block the thought of Legolas being hurt and covered with blood.
"Let us continue. Adar would be frightened if he did not see you on the third day, and you do not wish to see your Adar in a panic." The guards told them, remembering the deal Lord Elrond made with them.
"Come Estel, and please do not run away from us again, as you just did." Elladan's voice was stern, as he feared for him.
Suddenly a scream was heard from a far.
"Do you believe it is Legolas?" Estel asked looking at Elladan and then he glanced at Elrohir with dread in his eyes.
End of Chapter 6.
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