12. Chapter 12
Title: Broken Spirit 12
Author: Sivan Shemesh
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?
At night... in the palace…
The searching patrol gathered outside the palace.
Elrond and his sons were ready after taking some time to rest, eat, and they waited for the king to arrive.
It did not take long, the king arrived with a bag on his shoulders, and a small smile on his face.
"You came." Elrond smiled, his eyes sparkled with hope.
Thranduil just nodded. He was afraid to say anything, fearing he would ruin everything.
But Thranduil knew he had to say something to his guards. He turned his head from Elrond to the guards and asked with a shaky voice, "Are the horses ready?"
"Aye, they are, Your Majesty!" The guard said loud and clear. He kept his eyes steady; looking at the king, noticing the fear was gone.
Thranduil nodded, and then he walked to his horse, and stroked the mane softly. Before he mounted the animal, he soothed it with softly spoken words.
The others followed their king, and mounted their horses.
Elrond walked with his sons, to the horses; and noticed of the two horses that stood there.
There was the brown horse, as the light of the moon made him sparkle, and bit of silver. Elrond noticed how the brown horse moved to Elladan and Elrohir, nudging them with his nose.
The twins laughed, each of them stroking the horse softly. The horse had chosen them.
They both climbed on the horse, Elladan sat in front of Elrohir, who placed his hands around his gwador.
Elrond smiled at the sight, and then he noticed as Estel tried to mount the other horse all by himself. Elrond sighed softly, knowing how stubborn the boy was and wanted to do it alone.
Elrond stroked the horse, and then he lifted the boy onto the horse. Then he mounted the white horse, white as the white sateen that covered the bed, as the light of the moon shone on it.
Elrond moved his hands around the boy's body, to keep him from falling as the horse moved.
Thranduil watched them, gave Elrond a nod, and then he led his horse to the head of the group, taking the lead.
Thranduil looked up into the darkening sky. Night was falling and with it brought an icy cold wind that caused tears to flow down his cheeks when it hit his eyes.
Elrond waited for the guards to ride first, and then he nodded to the twins to ride. He would be in the rear, following his family with guards behind to guard him.
Elrond moved a hand over the boy's hair, rubbing it, trying to calm him, but then he could feel something was missing, Estel seemed tense, and he was trembling.
"Estel, what is it?" Elrond asked, as he moved his hand to sooth Estel's back, calm him, letting the trembling to fade away.
"What… what if…" Estel hesitated, as he faced his Ada, feeling safe as Elrond's hands caught him from falling. However, the tears clouded his eyes and stopped him from finishing his question. Estel took a deep breath and swallowed. "What if… we would not find him, Ada? What should we do?"
Elrond set the white horse on slow pace, and then he moved his hand to wipe Estel's tears, then he softly answered, "First, we are just starting to search for him, but if we do not find him…" Elrond stopped, unsure of what to say as he looked into the pleading eye of his son.
"Adar?" The twins said as they rode close to them.
"What is it, my sons?" Elrond asked.
"Are you all right?" Elrohir asked
"Aye, I am." Elrond replied.
"Then why did you slow the horse?" Elrohir asked, his voice was shaky with fear.
"Estel and I did some talking, and your brother had a fear that we might not find Princeling Legolas, and I was trying to help." Elrond answered softly.
Elladan guided the horse closer to the white horse, and then when they were close enough, Elladan rubbed the boy's hair, and asked, "Estel? Do you not have any faith in us?"
Estel smiled as he looked at his elder brother and answered, "I do, but I am also afraid that we might not see him again."
"You will see him again." Elladan said confidently.
"Just trust all of us, Estel, and be close to Ada, never let go of him." Elrohir added to his brother's words.
"I will, hannon-le." Estel thanked them, giving them his smile.
They smiled back, and then exchanged looks with their Adar who smiled at them.
Thranduil stopped his horse, turned it towards the Peredhils who smiled at each other. Thranduil envied them at that moment; he wished his son was with him, he missed Legolas so much that it hurt..
Elrond could feel Thranduil's deep glance at him, and he could see the pain in his eyes behind his stoic mask. He knew that Thranduil was jealous of him, jealous of the love that he gave to his sons, and even the boy.
"The king is waiting." Elrond whispered as he turned away from Thranduil and back to his sons.
Elrond leaned closer the boy's ear and whispered, "I am proud of you, Estel."
End of Chapter 12.
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