9. Chapter 9
Title: Broken Spirit 9
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 and his 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 must Read - Note4: Be aware of Lord Elrond! There's a moment of OOC in here, just to remind. Poor Thranduil?
9.Second day, at first light
Cold crisp air went straight through to their skin, though it bothered not the ever-vigilant guards.
Elladan was the first to notice the shivering of the still sleeping boy and frowned, afraid that Estel would freeze to death. He began to rub Estel's hands, driving the cold from them.
"A… Ada?" Estel called out sleepily, the cold that coursed through his veins making waking up even more difficult.
"Nay, it is not ada, another guess?" Elladan answered over the little boy.
Estel groaned as he opened his eyes and found himself staring at the twin, "Elrohir?"
"Nay," Elladan answered as he grinned at him. "Do you not recognize my voice yet? Or you still tired?"
Estel nodded at him and only let out another word, "Tired."
"If you fall asleep again, it will keep us from heading back to Ada and keep us from searching for Legolas," Elladan pointed out.
"Oh…" Estel groaned loudly and rubbed his eyes. He stared numbly at Elladan and seemed to be waiting on something else.
"What is it Estel?" Elladan asked with concern, not knowing why the boy stared at him so.
"I am hungry," Estel answered and rubbed his hand over his stomach, trying to ease the growling sound that came from it.
"I could hear it from here," Elladan grinned at him as he smiled warmly then glanced at his half. "Elrohir open your bag and let us see what Ada hid in it. I swear that I saw something yesterday that was not there before."
Elrohir handed him the bag, and amused look on his face when he saw what indeed their father had slipped into it.
"Aye, looks can be deceiving," Elladan sighed heavily. "Estel, do you wish to eat some lembas?"
"Is there anything else?" Estel asked, as he felt his stomach turn at the thought of another piece of lembas. He was so tired of the way bread and wished dearly for something sweet instead!
Elladan sighed as he ate a piece of lembas and walked over to one of the guards.
"Are there any fruits tree near the area?"
"Why? What is the matter?" the guard asked in concern.
"Estel is hungry and I can by the look on his face that he has reached his limit on lembas. I am thinking he would enjoy something a bit sweeter."
"Oh, I see," the guard said with a smile of understanding. He gestured to the tree line behind them and said, "We do grow a special fruit and it does have a sweet taste. I think the boy would like it."
"What is it called?" Elrohir asked, as he stood next to his brother, curious too.
"Passion fruit," the guard simply answered.
"Why is it called that?" Elladan asked, wondering about the name himself.
"To each who taste it, it gives some power and it also gives energy. I believe it will help the boy as we look for the princeling. Remember that we have to turn back when the sun reaches the middle of the sky," Silinde explained.
Elladan walked over to the trees and picked some of the fruit on a branch near his head. Turning it over in his hands a couple times he then tossed it to his twin, "Slice it into pieces so we can all share."
Elrohir nodded, removed his dagger from his sheath, and then cut it into tiny pieces.
Estel took an experimental bite out of one of the smaller bits.
"Eek, this is sour!" He exclaimed, his faced twisted up like a prune as he prepared to throw the rest on the ground.
"Do not waste the fruit," the guard almost shouted, then in a calmer voice, "One bite is not enough. You need to take another bite to unlock the full flavor of the fruit. You must not judge any food by the first bite. Try again and if you still do not like it, just give the rest to us. No need to throw it away."
Estel stared at the guard then turned his attention to the remaining piece in his hand. He sighed heavily as he was still very hungry, then reluctantly took another bite. Slowly, a smile began to appear. It was sweet! Just like the guard had said it would be!
"How is it, Estel? Is it still sour?" Elrohir asked while he enjoyed his piece of fruit.
"Nay… umm… it is so good," Estel ate with pleasure as the sweet, juicy fruit left a big smile on his face.
"We should bring some to Ada and to King Thranduil. Perhaps it will lift his spirits," Elrohir suggested, as he watched his older brother, waiting to see if he approved of his idea.
Elladan stared at his other half and noticed the deep stare that Elrohir gave him. "I think that is a great idea. We should take some extra, for the search and also I am sure when we find Legolas he would be glad of some, too."
Silinde watched the twins and then Estel. He sighed as he looked up at the sky and knew they could not stay much longer. They had to get going!
He coughed once to get their attention, then spoke in a quiet demanding tone that left no room for argument. "We should get going, it will be midday before we realize it."
"Here Estel, let me help you…you can hold my hand." Elrohir took a torn tunic and cleaned up Estel, making sure he got all the fruit juice on the boy's chin, then looped the bag around his wrist. "Ready?" Elrohir asked and watched the boy's expression.
Elladan looked over to his brothers and noticed that they were ready to go. He nodded to Silinde that they were ready.
"Good, now let us find the princeling before we have to head back. I am sure your Adar is growing sick with worry. He does love you so much," Silinde said with warm concern.
"Aye, he does love us and we love him," Elladan said, his eyes shining with love.
Back over the palace…
Elrond walked back and forth in the room, his spirit not able to find the rest that his body needed.
His hands turned into fists every time he thought of the way Legolas was treated by Thranduil, his friend. And because he was sick of Thranduil's behavior, he decided to act…now!
He left his room, heading to Thranduil's room. He ignored the guards that stood next to the king's room as he entered and slammed the door behind him.
King Thranduil found himself staring at an angry Lord Elrond. At first he was surprised then the grief took control and he grew numb once more, even to his friend's presence.
"What do you want from me?" Thranduil demanded.
"Your son is out there and you act like you do not even care about him!" Elrond answered, blatantly skipping the king's question.
"He disobeyed me," Thranduil raised his tone as he felt himself getting angry as he remembered what Legolas did.
"He is still an elfling!"
"That does not give him the right to act like that, to disobey me!" Thranduil exclaimed, anger written all over his face.
"Why not?" Elrond walked closer to him until he could feel Thranduil's breath on him.
He was getting furious.
"Because…" Thranduil started to say, but after noticing how close Elrond's knuckles were coming to his face he shut his mouth.
Elrond hit him! He had no regrets! He was beyond angry at Thranduil's insistence that Legolas had brought on all of this by the elfling's behavior.
Thranduil stared in shock at Elrond. Why in the name of Valar would his best friend hit him in the first place.?!
"Why?" Thranduil asked weakly as he wiped the blood that trickled from his mouth.
"Why?! You dare to ask me why?" Elrond glared at him as his eyes sparkled with anger at his friend.
Thranduil frowned, suddenly feeling like a lonely child and afraid of Elrond.
"Your son, your only son, is out there alone! Do you not feel shame at your callousness?!" Elrond asked his eyes piercing the king's eyes.
Thranduil lowered his eyes and asked with weakly voice, "Where is he?"
"Out there! In the forest! My sons and some of your guards are looking for him. They are scheduled to be back tomorrow whether they find Legolas or not," Elrond replied with a harsh voice, his eyes never leaving the king's eyes.
"What do you mean if they find him?" Thranduil asked him, as he raised his voice a little.
"While you act like evil itself, I made a deal with your guards. As my sons wished to go ahead and search for him now, they agreed to come back after two days. When they return and if they have had no luck, I will be joining the search party. Will you be joining us?" Elrond asked as he tried to regain some semblance of calm.
"You did not need to hit me," Thranduil pointed out, still smelling and tasting the blood that came from his mouth.
"Aye, I did," Elrond remarked, then added, "I had to open your eyes, before you fell to grief and lose your son as well."
"The sun will be in the middle of the sky soon," Elrond mentioned as he walked over to the window and stared at the sun's position. "I think that we should prepare to leave, arrange your maids to arrange food and the horses with water."
"I will," Thranduil said, now with defeat in his voice, and then he said to Elrond, "Hannon-le."
"Thank me when we find him," Elrond said solemnly.
End of Chapter 9.
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