8. Chapter 8
Title: Broken Spirit 8
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?
8.First day… at night…
The twins noticed how cold the boy was as he shivered.
Elladan removed his cloak and placed it over Estel, hoping that would keep him warm from the cold air.
"H… hannon-le…" Estel thanked the twin, his voice stuttering.
"Do you wish me to read you a story?" Elladan knelt beside the boy as he moved his hand to rub his hair softly.
Elrohir stared at his twin as he held Estel tight to him, helping rid the cold of the night.
Elladan smiled as he noticed what his other half did, and then he remembered one story of many that his Adar told them once and decided to tell them.
"Elrohir," he called over his other half, "Do you remember the story of 'The Archer's Lesson' or was it something else?"
"I do not remember which one, but you can start to tell." Elrohir replied as he searched his mind for the tale.
"I want to hear it." Estel demanded.
Elladan was amazed at the boy's curiosity; he smiled and then started to speak of the tale.
"The Archer walked out of his kingdom, as he felt the need to find some food for his family. Evil creatures had crashed and burned everything that was in their paths, leaving the young archer and his family starved to death, as well as the rest of the remaining families who survive the attack." Elladan started, and stopped as he noticed how focused his twin and the boy were and some of the guards were doing the same, staring at him, waiting to hear more.
Elladan felt something pushing down on his chin and he lowered his head to find Estel staring at him and asked softly, "What is it, Estel?"
"Why did you stop?" Estel asked with his tiny sweet voice.
Elladan grinned and then he simply stared at the boy. He softly strokes his cheek, and continued with his tale.
"Where was I?" Elladan teased them.
Estel softly voice answered him before the rest react, "The… families… who survived the attack of these evil creatures…"
"Oh… right," Elladan gave him a large smile, "Thank you Estel."
"The archer went outside of his kingdom, searching for something that could ease his stomach and the rawness in his throat. He walked day and night until he found lembas all over covering the beauty of nature, and there were paths of a river between them. The archer simply stared at all the treasure that he had found, and he could not stop himself from smiling as his mind was already filled with the tempting thoughts of the food."
"And then, what had happened?" One of the guards asked.
"He crawled over the lembas trees, while his hand moved over the river paths. He drank and ate from everywhere, helping the aches of hunger cease. Though he was not aware of the consequences of his act…" Elladan teased and stared over them.
Silinde stood with his back to them while he kept watch, though he could hear the Elladan's tale.
"C… consequences?" Estel asked and seemed worried as he looked at Elladan.
Elrohir continued to rub the boy's shoulder, hoping the boy would not freeze to death.
"Aye, for the archer had a great ordeal as the lembas seemed to be poisoned, and the water that he drank did not help him much to ease the pain that burned his body from the inside…" Elladan spoke and began to have second thought of if he should be telling this story to Estel.
"Why did you stop?" Estel asked,
"I think that I had a mistake of the story I meant to tell, or I might have mixed it with another story. It was supposed to be a fluffy tale, but instead, it gets worst than I expected." Elladan replied sadly and lowered his head to the ground, not knowing what he should do next to ease the burden of his heart.
"You can tell another story after this one, Elladan," Elrohir tried to ease the sad look that his twin had on his face, "Though I must say, that this tale makes me curious of what has happened next, and I wish to know."
Elladan raised his head and nodded. Then he glanced at the boy and turned to ask him, "Estel, do you wish me to continue?"
Estel nodded, as did the guards.
Elladan sighed heavily and then he continued with his tale that he just made up. "The families that he had left behind died slowly from the lack of food and lack of water. They waited for him to come and saved them from this cruel fate that fell on them," Elladan kept a closer eye on the boy, searching for some fear or something that would make him want to stop telling his tale. He felt terrible for even starting it, hoping that his Adar would not do the same thing as Thranduil. "And for the archer, he died slowly, alone, surrounded by the beauty of the food and river paths, as no one had searched for him or even tried to save him. The end!"
One of the guards walked to him, moved his hand over Elladan's shoulder and squeezed it lightly, "This was the most curious and frightening tale that I have heard in a while, hannon-le."
Those words filled Elladan with warmth in his heart.
While in the forest… deep and deep inside…
His body ached and he felt sick but did not want to throw up the water he had swallowed. He rubbed his belly, trying to lessen the pain but it did not help. Legolas lay down and curled into a ball, crying. He did not know what else to do.
His eyes were wide open, and he could feel how the pain seemed to be growing. Then the last thing that he saw was the welcome darkness, as he lost conscious.
He did not feel the branches of the tree lifting him up into the tree, as the birds sang of hope and love.
Back over the forest…
"You can tell us about the other fluffy tale right now, if Estel would not fall asleep." Elrohir grinned at his twin, and then he stared at the boy.
"I will not sleep." Estel said to them.
"You will." Elladan and Elrohir said at once, smiling.
"No, I will not!" Estel raised his voice, not wanting to fall asleep.
"All right, this has to stop, young ones. We do not want to be prey for these creatures, so you have to lower your voices." The guard pointed to them.
Back at the palace… Elrond's room…
Elrond gave up sleeping.
He sat on the edge of the bed, thinking of the twins and the young boy.
He wondered what they are doing at the moment, he knew of the love the twins have for that boy. He knew of the tight bond of brothers that been created. He smiled, though he still could not find peace in his mind or his heart.
It was starting to have a bad influence of him, knowing that he probably made his biggest mistake so far by letting them go without him.
He starting to feel like Thranduil, having abandoned his sons. And the tiredness did not come.
End of Chapter 8.
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