5. Chapter 5
Title: Broken Spirit 5
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?
Legolas looked down at the ground where he saw a branch laying next to his leg. He put his legs on the branch, trying to catch his balance, not wishing to fall, and found himself supported by leaves and other branches.
"Thank you." Legolas said weakly, as he collapsed, his knees giving way beneath him from all of the running. Exhaustion soon caught up to him, and he let himself fall asleep with the gentle call of nature around him.
Back to the palace… Thranduil's room…
Thranduil stood and walked to the window, he looked out, while he thought of the last events, "I love you Süitruîn…" he murmured as he let the tears falling down his cheeks, and seemed to have forgotten his only son, Greenleaf.
There was a knock on the door, but Thranduil said nothing, continuing to allow his tears to fall.
The door opened and a guard let himself into the room.
Galdor looked at his king, not knowing what to say.
"What is it?" Thranduil asked through his tears.
"Your Majesty, the Peredhil's and the boy would accompany the guards as they would search for your son." Galdor answered, his eyes were locked on the king.
"And…?" Thranduil asked seemed to want to hear more.
"And I hope that we will find Legolas before it is too late, Your Majesty!" Galdor added, hoping that the king would do at least something for his son.
But the king said nothing.
Galdor bowed and furiously left the room of his king.
'Does the king hate his only child?' Galdor thought sadly, knowing that the princeling is alone in the forest.
He hoped they would find him before another tragedy like the one that took Thranduil's Adar, Oropher and his late wife, Süitruîn had to be endured.
While in Peredhil's and Estel room…
Elrond watched his sons and smiled to himself, until he remembered the missing elfling and the smile vanished.
"Ada?" Estel called to him as his head lay on a colorful cushion in the room, which was filled with the scent of flowers and fruits.
"Yes, my son?" Elrond took a chair between Estel's bed and the twins's bed.
"I am scared…" Estel replied as he took the blanket and wrapped it closer to his head.
Elrond rose from the chair and sat beside Estel to embrace the boy, and then he softly said to him, "You should not be scared my son. The twins and the guards will keep you safe."
"And what about Legolas? Who will keep him safe, Ada?" Estel asked and could feel a tear leave his eyes.
Elrond found himself speechless, as he did not know the right answer.
"Ada?" Estel asked again.
"I… I really do not know about Legolas. I hope he survived the day and the night." Elrond answered as he watched the boy, hopingd that he did not kill the boy's hope.
"Are you going to tell us a bedtime story, Adar?" Elrohir asked his father hoping to distract his younger brother.
Elrond nodded as a 'Yes' as he noticed the shine that sudden appeared in Estel's eyes. He knew that he needed to give them hope somehow, as they need hope to save Legolas.
"The story I am going to tell you will be short, as you need to take a proper rest before the long journey you are going to take, all right?" Elrond asked them before he started to tell.
They nodded, and waited patiently for their Adar to start the bedtime story.
"My story is called 'Estel'," Elrond began and looked at Estel with a smile over his face, he continued, "Yes, Estel, you are the main subject in my story, and why is that, Elladan?"
Elladan looked at his Adar and nodded. He knew the answer, and so did Elrohir who smiled at the boy, who was obviously confused.
"What?" Estel asked, not knowing why are were they smiling at him.
"When my wife departed middle-earth, leaving for Valinor after she was attacked by orcs, I lost hope and lost my will to live as well," Elrond looked at the twins who let their tears fall freely, as they remembered that evil time. Then Elrond continued as he could not bear to see them cry, "And then Gandalf brought you to us," Elrond looked at Estel, and said over him as a tear left his eye, "You bring me hope and will to live, and you motivated the twins and gave us all hope, me most of all.
"I did all of this?" Estel asked, not knowing if he smile or cry.
"You can cry Estel, it is good to cry." Elrond took him into a warm embrace, and then the twins embraced him too, and thanked him.
"So is that why I am well protected and well loved?" Estel grinned over them, with soft smile on his face.
"Adar?" Elrohir asked.
Elrond looked at his son, as he wiped the remaining tears from his eyes.
"Will you be here in the morning?" Elrohir asked, wishing their Adar would be there for them in the morning.
"I am not leaving this room, not now, but in the morning when we depart, and please remember my sons, I wish to see you here in two days, not one day late, and then I will join you to search Legolas if you did not find him then, all right?" Elrond asked them, wants to know if they remembered, not wishing to have a broken heart as he might lose them.
He loves them, as Adar love his ion.
While in the forest…
Legolas felt something moved beside him and woke in panic. His sight was blurred as though he was surrounded by fog.
"Who is there?" Legolas asked weakly, as his throat was dry, and his belly groaned from hunger.
No one appeared and still Legolas felt something. He turned around and noticed the branch of the tree lay around his body, preventing him from falling to the ground.
"Help me…" Legolas moaned weakly, hoping they would not kill him.
"We are not going to hurt you, princeling…" the wind called to him.
But Legolas seemed too terrified to believe it, as he tried to get lose from the branch that held him, to run away, and forgetting that he was high in the tree.
"You will only hurt yourself, Princeling Legolas…" the birds called as they sang to him.
"Please…" Legolas begged, his hands tried to get lose from the branch, and then when he was able to do it, he only found himself falling down from branch to branch, as the tree let go of him.
"You promised me that you would keep him safe, no matter what he says. Keep your promise to me!" A voice was heard, a voice that only the environment heard, not the princeling that kept falling, getting hit by the edge of the branches.
"Save him… save him…" the voice was heard again.
End of Chapter 5.
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