15. Chapter 15
Title: Broken Spirit 15
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?
Thranduil could hear Elrond's voice, calling with fear over the motionless body. The king could feel the guilt climbing inside his body while he used his sword to cut the tree. , He knew that he caused his own son to run away from him, and now Elladan was hurt too.
The guards crawled next to the king, taking his position while he stared at Elladan's motionless form.
"Your Highness…" the guard called, hoping to get his attention. He did not want him to fall to over the branches that caused only pain.
The king nodded, and crawled over the safest spot to where Elrond had put Elladan.
Elrond drug Elladan's body, as carefully as he could. He wanted him safely away from the swinging branches.
Thranduil stood, sword still in his hand, looking at Elladan. He wished he had the words to comfort his friend, but he could not find the words.
Elrond could sense King Thranduil near, but said nothing. He was busy attending to his son's wounds.
Elrond noticed a large gash appear on Elladan's brow near his left eyebrow, he remembered the way that Elladan fell on the ground, with his headfirst, knocking him unconscious.
"Elrohir," he called without turning his head from Elladan, and then when he could felt Elrohir's presence, he asked, "Ion-nin, give me the herbal bag and canteen of water that I kept for Estel in my saddle."
Elrohir nodded, and hurried to the horse, loading the herbal bag and the canteen in his hands, he hurried back over his Adar.
Elrond took the bag, set it aside, and then he took the canteen. He took a clean leaf, and started to clean the gash to keep any infection away. Then he opened the herbs and prepared them, and then applied them to the bandages. He covered the large gash with the bandages.
Then he turned Elladan softly on his side to attend the other wound on the back of his head. While he turned him carefully, he could feel hot blood seep through his hands.
He poured more water in his hands, cleaning the wound, and he tried to stop the blood.
Then he bandaged the wound. He waited for his son to stir, wanting to be certain that his son was alright., He hoped that the wound had not caused some severe injury to his head.
Elrond looked at Thranduil's eyes, noticing the fear in the king's eyes. He could also see more. He saw guilt.
King Thranduil blamed himself for Elladan's injury.
Estel walked hesitantly to his father.
"Come here, my son," Elrond called to the boy.
Estel came closer, letting the elf embrace his shoulders. Elrond motioned for him to sit beside him, and next to Elladan.
"Elrohir, you can come too, ion-nin," Elrond called to the other twin. "Here, sit beside Elladan as well," Elrohir sat beside his half, and Elrond continued, "Talk to him, my sons, while I talk with the king. Elladan needs you now, as you need him."
And with that, he moved to Thranduil's side, taking him away from his sons.
End of Chapter 15.
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