2. Chapter 2
Title: Broken Spirit 2
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. The punishment leads to an incident no one expected. Would the Peredhil saved 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.
2.The next morning…
Estel walked over his father's room, and knocked. He walked inside once he heard Elrond call out, 'come in'.
"How is he?" Elrond asked with concern, knowing Estel and the twins visited the princeling's chamber.
"I do not know Adar," Estel answered and then he added, "He would not look at us for the longest time but we finally got him to eat. Why is the king so mean to him? Is he not his Adar?"
"He is his Adar, Estel," Elrond answered as he moved his hand through the boy's hair. "I… I do not know why Thranduil acts this way, but I do hope that he has a good reason."
"I hope so too Adar, I do not like to see Legolas like this…sad," Estel lowered his head so Elrond would not see the tears that fell from his eyes. His heart hurt at his friend's pain, he wanted to help him!
"I know ion, but there is nothing we can do. This is between the king and the prince, they are family. I am sure Thranduil will come to his senses," Elrond tried to cheer his son.
"Have you eaten breakfast already, Ada?" Estel asked him.
"Nay, ion. Are your brothers awake?" Elrond asked. He thought he and his family would spend the day exploring Mirkwood, maybe get in some archery practice. Surely, it would divert their attention from the drama between Thranduil and his son.
"I will check, after all you never know with them!" Estel smirked then left to check on his brothers.
"Tell me about it," Elrond grinned to himself.
Elrond walked to the dining hall and hoped to see the princeling there, along with his own sons. He wanted to see how he was doing, then speak alone with the king.
The twins were indeed there, smiling when they noticed their father, as did Estel. The king and the princeling however, were not.
"Where is Thranduil and Legolas?" Elrond asked.
"The king was here earlier but Legolas was not. I think he went to go get Legolas," Estel answered.
In Legolas's room…
"Legolas, ion, your friends are waiting for you in the dining hall. Now come, you need to eat, you must be starved," the king softly said to his son.
"You hate me," Legolas muttered. His face was turned to the window, not able to look into his father's eyes.
"I do not hate you, I… I was just disappointed. You broke your promise…are my words worth nothing to you ion?" Thranduil asked him.
Legolas said nothing, all he wished was to be alone. Why had his father come to his room now to show that he cared for him? Why did he not did tell him yesterday?
"I know that you hate me," Legolas snapped, his eyes still staring out the window.
Thranduil sighed heavily. He did not wish to get into an argument with his son now. He knew he was still upset about yesterday so he thought it best to give him some more time.
"If you are hungry, you can come and eat. I will not punish you but after you finish eating, I wish to speak with you alone. Do you understand, ion-nin?" Thranduil asked, and noticed the hesitant nod his elfling gave him.
Thranduil left his son's room with a dejected sigh. He looked back once more and saw his son curled back into a ball in the middle of his bed. He wanted to go back in and hug him, comfort him, but his pride would not allow that. His own son had broke a promise and it still stung.
With another deep sigh, Thranduil returned to the dining room. Immediately, Elrond saw that he was alone and hurried to his friend.
"Where is Princeling Legolas? Has he feeling well?" asked Elrond.
"He is in his room, he needs to be alone," Thranduil said harshly to Elrond and his sons. He turned his head until his focus was on the twins and Estel. "I know it was you three who brought him food last night. I do not know whether to punish you…or thank you. I have told Legolas he should come for breakfast…it is his choice now."
Estel glanced at the twins with confusion then a hate-filled gaze bore into the elf king.
Elladan felt his own anger rise as the king spoke. When Thranduil finished his little tirade and stepped away, he noticed the cold glare that Estel gave to the king.
Elladan knelt beside his little brother, and whispered, "Save it Estel, he is not worth it."
"But what about Legolas?" Estel whispered into his brother's ears.
"After we eat, we will discuss with Adar what we should do." Elladan answered quietly.
Elrond gathered his children as he watched Thranduil leave the hall, heading toward Legolas's room.
Elrond led them out of the palace as he felt that they might need to breath some air; fresh air, after what had happened inside.
"Adar?" Estel asked.
"What is it my boy?" Elrond asked him softly.
"Why is he so mean to him? I thought that he was his Adar?" Estel asked, and Elrond could see the storm the drown in the boy's eyes.
"He is his Adar, but I do not know why he act this way, and I really hope that he has a good reason, before he or Legolas would be hurt." Elrond replied honestly as he could over the boy.
Thranduil was angry! He knew his elfling was hungry, he knew he wanted to join his friends…why was he being so stubborn?
Thranduil slammed open the door and entered Legolas's room to find him still curled up in his bed.
"Princeling Legolas, you better explain to me why you are behaving like this, and you better start talking, now!" the king ordered his son who was shaking violently as tears burst from his eyes.
"Legolas, turn around and look at me!" Thranduil tried not to yell when he was his son shaking with fear.
Thranduil moved his hands over his son, as he tried to get him to look up at him, but that only made Legolas curl up tighter into himself.
Thranduil could feel how hard Legolas was shaking and shivering as he sobbed brokenly. He wanted to take that little body in his arms and comfort him; yet again his pride stopped him. He needed his son to obey him! He did not want him dead… like his mother.
The orcs murdered his wife on that road and he did not wish for it to happen to his elfling, he did not want him to die the same way that he found his wife.
He knew that his ion needed to know the true meaning of discipline that he needed to obey; after all, he was the king and everyone had to follow his orders.
"All right then," Thranduil said to him, thinking of a way to discipline his son. "For your punishment you will not leave your room or play with your friends. You disobeyed me, which disappointed me greatly. I will let Lord Elrond know that until you respect my authority and me they are not allowed to see you. Stay here in your room, away from the nature that you love and your friends and think over your actions."
Thranduil could see his ion's face now as Legolas stared at him in shock and could almost feel his heart break at the elfling's expression.
'Is this what I really want for him?' Thranduil wondered and then he pushed that thought away. "The punishment starts today, so you best not leave your room, and no meals for you today as well."
'Why does Adar hate me so much?' Legolas thought in anger, as it built in him slowly like a poison as it spread through his body.
"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" Legolas shouted at his Adar, as he rose to his feet and ran out of his room.
"PRINCELING LEGOLAS!" Thranduil shouted, as he hurried after his elfling, hoping to catch him quickly but did not see him anywhere.
Estel heard the king's shouts and noticed his mellon ran like he was being chased.
He stared at his Adar with questions sparkling in his eyes.
"Ada?" Estel asked, hoping to get answers.
However, Elrond knew nothing. He was just as surprised as Estel and the twins at the sight of Legolas racing away until he disappeared from sight within the long line of trees.
"Let us go to the king and demand some answers," Elrond suggested and watching his sons.
The twins and Estel nodded in agreement, as they followed their Adar inside the palace. They wondered what answers they would find, if any. What had happened between Thranduil and Legolas? What made the bond between Adar and Ion fall apart like this and why?
While inside the forest…
Princeling Legolas ran and ran as fast as his little legs could take him; until exhaustion claimed his body.
He collapsed in the grass and flowers, his shaking body curling up as he began to cry. He leaned his body over trunk of tree; his head fell on his legs, as he started to cry.
'He hates me… he hates me.' Greenleaf cried silently, hot tears racing down his cheeks.
'Valar, why does he hate me so?'
End of Chapter 2.
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