Broken Spirit: 7. Chapter 7

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7. Chapter 7


Title: Broken Spirit 7

Author: Sivan Shemesh

Beta: Tena

Rate: 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.

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?

Note4: In this chapter there is a mention of OC.


"Do you believe it is Legolas?" Estel asked looking at Elladan and then he glanced at Elrohir with dread in his eyes.

"I do not know, gwador." Elladan replied to the little boy.

Estel walked over the guards, feeling the need to know and asked, "The screaming, do you believe that it is belongs to Legolas?"

The guards stared at the boy, while in their hearts they prayed that this was not the princeling's screaming, but in their minds they thought different.

Estel kept staring at the guards, hoping they would say what he believed they would.

Silinde walked over them, and denied what they thought was screaming. "It is not Legolas, but I am afraid to tell you all that we might have fallen into an orc's trap."

"I hear an orc?" Estel asked, and then he asked more, "What do those orcs look like? Is it the same as we have found in Imladris?"

"Aye, little brother, the orcs are not different, they are all creepy and filthy." Elrohir grinned at his brother.

"But why are there orcs in the daylight?" Estel asked, a bit confused. He knew orcs appeared only at night not in daylight.

Elladan and Elrohir look at each other; seeking an answer that they did not have.

Luckily, for them, Silinde did answer the boy, "In Mirkwood, you would see the orcs even in day light as the shadows and darkness in the middle of the day protects them from the sun."

"Oh." Estel sighed.

"What are we going to do?" Elladan asked the guards, remembering his Adar's words to protect his brothers.

"Have you shot arrows or held a sword before?" Silinde asked him, wanting to make sure they could protect themselves if an attack came.

Elladan smiled at him as he answered, "Aye, I have joined Lord Glorfindel on patrol duty several times," and then he added with pride, "I have even killed orcs, both with swords and arrows."

"That is good to hear. I could use your help when they come." Silinde said with encouragement in his voice.

"How many have you killed?" Estel asked the elder twin.

Elladan stared at both of his brothers as he answered, "More than I could count my fingers in both hands, even yours and Elrohir."

"Really?" Elrohir and Estel asked at the same time.

Elladan chuckled.

He loved them both, and wished to protect them from any danger that might come.

Loud noises were heard, and soon all of them found themselves staring at the creepy creatures.

Silinde gave Elladan his sword as he pulled his bow from his cloak. He took one arrow and placed it in the bow, aiming at the orcs.

Elladan took the sword and walked in front of his brothers to defend them.

Each guard took his weapon and aimed it at the orcs. They were angry for being distracted from looking for the princeling.

"Fight hard," Silinde spoke with encouragement.

"Stay alive and kill them all. Show them no mercy, as they will not show any mercy to you."

"Aye." They all called, and aimed at their target.

"Elladan," Estel called, "Saes… do not be hurt."

"Do what he says." Elrohir also said to his brother, as he tried not to show any fear in his eyes.

Elladan nodded at his brothers; knowing how much they loved him as he loved them.

"I will do so, and be a fighter like Lord Glorfindel is." Elladan said to them.

The orcs came closer and closer to the group, and then all Estel could remember were the shouts and attacking. It was too fast for him and he was thankful for Elrohir keeping him close.

Estel closed his eyes and, never let go of Elrohir, and when the yelling had stopped he asked, "Is Elladan all right?"

"You can open you eyes, little brother." Though it was not Elrohir who answered, it was Elladan who knelt beside the boy, and gave him a welcomed warm embrace.

"Elladan…" Estel asked and opened his eyes. "Are you hurt?"

"Nay, I am not, and neither are you or Elrohir," Elladan answered, moving his hand over Estel's face as he noticed the falling tears, and wiped them away.


Back in Thranduil's room…

The king sat at his desk, remembering his late wife. He remembered her kindness, and the loving touch she gave him.

He started talking to himself, as he daydreamed of her standing in front of him.

"I miss you; I miss you so much… why? Why have you gone?" Thranduil asked, as he moved his hand, stroking the empty air. He believed he was stroking his late wife's face.

Süitruîn, his dear wife, the one who had been murdered. He remembered her hair was black, and her eyes, gray. Strange, but it was the color he imagined the sea to be.

He missed her terribly, as his eyes deceived him, letting him see an illusion. Letting him believe she was alive and standing in front of him, as her hair flew with the wind.


While in the forest… deep and deep inside…

Legolas ran and ran, he felt so tired from everything, and only wished to know why his Adar hated him so much.

He did not know what else was waiting for him out there, and he did not want to die as his Nana was murdered. His fathered had not told him much of her death, not wanting to cause his son nightmares.

"Why do you hate me so much Ada?" Legolas asked himself while he kept running deeper and deeper in the forest.

Valar, he could feel his stomach groaning and his hunger urged him to stop and to search for some food. His throat was raw and dry, he needed to find water somewhere, his time was running out.

His legs became numb; he was too weak to run further. He was exhausted and hungry.

Legolas started to crawl, searching for some source of some water and food.

He was tired and he started to imagine his Nana calling for him to come with her to a safe place. He could see how the white light came closer to his body and he closed his eyes once, and then he opened them again. He noticed that he approached the edge of the river; he smiled weakly.

He moved his hand in the river, feeling the cold from it, but he did not care. He reached to take some of it and taste it, to ease the rawness in his throat. As he felt the water in his mouth rolling down his throat, he tried to move into a sitting position, but he was still weak.

He alternated his hands, still sipping the water and then crawled around looking for something to ease the ache of hunger in his stomach.

His body ached and he felt sick but did not want to throw up the water he had swallowed. He rubbed his belly, trying to lessen the pain but it did not help. Legolas lay down and curled into a ball, crying. He did not know what else to do.


Back in the palace… Elrond's room…

Elrond noticed the sudden fallen darkness that spread in the sky.

He was worried, not knowing what was happening out there in the forest. He wished to follow them, to be with his sons.

He knew of Elladan's skill in the field. Glorfindel told him every piece of information about how Elladan was doing in the patrol.

Elrond could not feel the tiredness, as his mind threw thought after thought of worry about the twins and the boy, never letting the lord take the rest that he needed.

After Elrond sent them to search for the princeling, he thought he might find some rest but now he found himself staring at the wall with wide eyes. Sleep seemed to never come, as he still missed them and worried that something might happen.

End of Chapter 7.

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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