13. Chapter 13
Title: Broken Spirit 13
Author: Sivan Shemesh email@example.com
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?
They rode over the clearing sight, where the trees could be seen as far as the shadows covered it.
Estel moved his hands to wave the shadows away, but it did not work, so he quit it.
Elrond saw each movement that Estel did, he sighed softly. Then he moved one hand to Estel's shoulder, squeezed it gently and then he simply said, "The shadows will not stay in here forever, ion."
Estel turned his head, staring at his Adar, and said, "But I cannot see, Adar," he swallowed and added, "How can we find him if I cannot see to look for him?"
"Estel, ion," Elrond started to say, and then, his eyes caught some strange movement in the shadows.
Estel's eyes were locked on his Adar, and then he moved his head back not knowing what his Adar saw, he called for the twins.
Thranduil, who was riding in the lead, was not concerned with the Peredhil. He had only one thought on his mind. 'I can not lose him.'
As the twins came, Estel remembered the red-white flower, and asked the twins about it, "How can you see with all those shadows?"
"We are elves, Estel, we have keen eyes." Elladan answered, noticing the concern look on Estel's face. "Estel, what is it?"
"Elladan, do you remember the red-white flower?"
"Aye, I do!"
"Do you think that we past it already? I want that the king would see it." Estel said softly, and he could felt his Adar's hand on his shoulder squeezed it lightly.
Elladan had no idea how he should answer Estel. As he and his half rode, they took the nature around them for granted, and they did not even look to the ground.
But after he took deep breaths and scanned the area with his keen eyes, he could see the flower, special as it was hiding between the trees and the bushes.
"Nay, Estel, we did not pass it, it has just been hidden from us." Elladan answered as he sighed for relief. He just hoped that the flower would cause problem for the king.
"Lead the way over to the flower." Estel said softly.
Elladan led his horse to the red-white flower, making the whole group to change direction, including the king who was in front.
"What is it?" he asked.
"There is something we wished to show you, we saw it on our previous trip." Estel replied softly, hoping the king did not shout at him.
Thranduil calmed himself and hoped that it might concern his son. "What have you seen?"
"This," Estel pointed to the flower, and then he added, "The guard told us that it was saturated with blood, though the flower itself is white."
Thranduil rubbed his chin, and thought that the boy was right. He dismounted his horse, walked over, and then he knelt beside the flower, touching it, and could see how the blood appeared in his hand. The smell of the blood was familiar to his nose. It was with no doubt to the king that this blood was belonged to Legolas.
"Legolas… nay…" Thranduil heavily sighed, not cleaning the blood from his hand, as he wished to feel something to get to his son as soon as possible.
"Thranduil?" Elrond asked softly, with concern in his eyes. He noticed every move that his friend made.
"I am all right, but my son might be not." Thranduil replied, trying to stay calm, even from the sight of the blood.
"Then we should keep searching." Elrond noted.
Thranduil turned his head and stared at his friend. "Aye, you are right, mellon-nin."
Thranduil walked back to his horse and mounted.
In the wood, 2 days later…
Princeling Legolas kept crawling on his belly, the pain in his body seemed to grow with each movement he made.
"Nana…" he said, what left was a weak voice.
"Please Nana... let me be with you... Ada hates me...," he whispered, as the light seemed so far away as he came closer to it.
"Nana..." he called as he was close to the light, and then it went far away from him yet again, "Saes... come back... do not leave me alone..."
Then the light disappear again, and shined back to the mountains which been hidden from the shadows, leading the injured poisoned elfling to it.
Back to the searching group
Thranduil moved his horse close to Elrond and Estel. "What more kept you while you searched for him, Estel?"
Estel stared at his Ada, unsure if he should answer the king, but Elrond nodded to him., "The sweet sour fruit, it was very enjoyable, but it was my wrong to judge it."
"Oh... you must mean the passion fruit..." Thranduil smiled at him.
Estel nodded, smiling.
"Then we should head where you went, and hope to find my son..." Thranduil quietly said, staring at the blank air, thinking of his son, wandering about his health.
Elrond stared at his friend. "We will find him; do not lose hope yet, mellon-nin."
End of Chapter 13.
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