5. Chapter 5: Someone to Watch over
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Chapter 5: Someone to Watch over
Elrond was pleased as Legolas left his home. He was pleased when he heard how his sons turned their backs on the Mirkwood prince. It was time Prince Legolas learned the consequences of his actions.
Elrond looked at his foster son's limp form.
He sighed heavily, remembering what he did earlier; but he knew that the prince had to confront his conscience.
The twins sat nearby beside their little brother. Elrohir could felt the guilt rising inside his body, and he was certain that his twin knew it too; how they could not be friends with Legolas even though he tried his best to be friends with them…
They knew about the messenger whom their adar sent to Mirkwood, and wondered what happened between the king and his son.
Elrohir smiled at the memory that suddenly struck his mind, Legolas always showed them kindness while they were in Lord Glorfindel's lessons...
Legolas observed them in their lesson, while he sat upon the green blanket of nature, smiling as Estel tried his best to hold the sword in both hands, but said nothing, not wishing to dampen the boy's high spirits.
He could not ignore the twins who were focusing on their lessons, and it seemed to Legolas that Elrohir was doing it all wrong. He could see the fear that showed upon the Peredhel's face and decided to act before the lord did so more harshly.
He rose and walked toward them, calling Elrohir gently, surprised at hearing Glorfindel calling him as well.
"Elrohir," Legolas called again, and added before the lord could interrupt, "Elrohir, mellon-nin, you're doing it wrong. Though I believe Lord Glorfindel is teaching you to defend yourself from follow-up strokes after being hit, you need to learn how to defend yourself first."
Then he moved closer to his friend, and chuckling softly, he whispered to him, "Here let me show you."
Legolas turned toward the lord, and challenged him, "I challenge you, Lord Glorfindel."
Glorfindel nodded and smiled at the Mirkwood's prince, walking over to face him.
The Elf-lord started with an attack, and Legolas, trying to show the brothers how they should combine attack and defense, could only be glad his adar gave him the proper lessons and guidance concerning the use of the sword. And he told him never to give up with his lessons, for they would soon be learned.
When the fight was over, Glorfindel clapped Legolas's shoulders and said, "Legolas, you should be present more often in these lessons. They definitely focus better with you around, and I believe you will make a great teacher as well."
"Hannon-le, my lord," Legolas thanked him and added with a smile, "I will leave that for you and Lord Erestor as you are trying to do the best for them, while I will remain as their friends to help them develop the skills they possess - after all, they mostly need to hone them more."
"You are right, my friend." Glorfindel nodded as he smiled to him.
After the lesson ended, Elrohir came to his friend and asked, "How did you do it?"
"Do what?" Legolas turned his innocently blue eyes toward him.
"Glorfindel," Elrohir replied, and then he elaborated, "The way that you practically manipulated him. He seemed to love how you help him with us."
Legolas stared at his friend, seemingly confused, "What does that mean?"
"It means that you are his best friend beside my brothers, and you are here to be our friend." Elrohir replied.
Legolas shook his head, trying to move to another subject.
"Besides your lesson, is there something else going on?" Legolas asked, as he still believed the Peredhel was hiding something from him.
"Not that I know." Elrohir replied and shrugged.
Elladan noticed the smile on his twin's face, and asked, "Why are you smiling?"
Elrohir sighed heavily before he replied, "I remembered when Legolas helped Glorfindel once with our swords lesson, and even challenged the lord, only to show us how to fight. He is our friend, he was there for us. And we were not even there for him."
"That is because he harmed our brother!" Elladan snapped at his twin.
Elrohir rose from his chair, staring at his baby brother, who still lay in the bed. His skin was pale like a corpse, and his eyes were closed. The elf did not know to who to believe anymore. Legolas certainly told them nothing; they were the ones who insisted it was all his fault, but what if they were wrong? It seemed that neither his father nor his brother believed that possibility.
Elrohir left the room, not wishing to look back, even when his twin and his father called for him. He knew he needed to be alone now.
Once he was out of the house, he felt the cold wind embracing him, and yet he could feel a presence coming closer, intruding into his space. He harshly asked, without looking back to see who it was, "What do you want, Elladan?"
"Are you calling me now Elladan, young Elrohir?" Glorfindel asked gently.
Elrohir turned around, and started apologizing to the lord, "Forgive me, my lord, I thought you were my brother."
"And would I want to be your brother, Gwenneth?" Glorfindel asked as he used Elrohir's name in Elvish.
"Are you going to blame Legolas all over again?" Elrohir asked, noticing the doubt in the lord's eyes.
"Why would I wish to blame Legolas? I do not even know what he did wrong," Glorfindel replied the elf, and then he added in a concerned voice, "Though I do fear for him, as you can never tell how greatly the burden of guilt weighs upon the elf's shoulders."
"I do hope to see Aragorn awake and happy again, and to hear his account of what happened. I do not wish to lose both brother and friend, and I wish that Elladan and father would see it, and I hope that Legolas would forgive my actions because I was too quick to judge him instead of giving him the benefit of doubt. He deserved more than that, but now I've lost him, I've lost my friend, Glorfindel, all by my own doing." Elrohir confided in the lord.
Glorfindel sighed but said nothing, letting Elrohir speak his mind and pour out his fears. He could only be there to comfort him and support him – the very task Lord Elrond should have done.
Few days later,
A delegation from Mirkwood arrived and the guards quickly let Lord Elrond know of the visitors who came.
Thranduil sighed heavily as they finally reached Imladris, yet, somehow, it seemed to him that Lord Elrond did not wish to see him.
"Where is Lord Elrond?" Thranduil asked, growing furious that there was no one to give him any answer.
"Find me the lord at once!" Thranduil motioned his guards, while he walked on around.
Elrohir heard that the king of Mirkwood had entered their land, and wondering why the king was here, and why his friend had not come along, he hurried over.
"King Thranduil," he called as he left the house, and then he added with concern, "Where is Legolas?"
Thranduil sighed, "He was in his room the last time I saw him. He did not say much when he returned, and other than from the message your father sent, I have no idea what happened. Elrohir, what do you know about this? I cannot bear to see my son like this... he has changed, and I want him back!"
"What do you mean by that?" Elrohir asked, curious and growing worried.
"The light of life has been fading away from him. His spirit is dying, and he has not said anything to me; I am afraid I will lose him forever." Thranduil explained to Elrond's son, and then left him as he walked into the house to find Elrond himself.
At first, Elrohir did not register that the king had left his side as his mind was busy trying to collate the information about Legolas. It seemed that his friend shutting everyone off.
"Wait, King Thranduil, wait..." he called, but it was too late as he quickly followed him inside. The king was at the open door where Aragorn lay on the bed. Elladan and Elrond were still there, concerned expressions in their eyes.
"There you are," Thranduil sneered at the lord, and then he added firmly, "I wish to know why you disgrace my son like this."
Elrond answered without turning toward Thranduil, "Because your son caused my son to lie in that bed, and I have done everything I can to save Aragorn. And now, no matter how much I want to see him awake, there is nothing I can do, and I keep wondering - what if he does not open his eyes?"
Thranduil could felt the vein in his neck throbbing with rage, but he walked closer toward the bed and then glared at the lord who now watched him like a hawk, as though believing he would try to harm his son as the lord claimed Legolas did.
Thranduil was about to touch Aragorn's skin but stayed his hand when he heard Elrond's sneer.
"Do not touch him!" Elrond snapped at him.
Thranduil looked at the lord, who was once his friend but now, all seemed to have crumbled like a wall of crates, which was once friendship solid like a rock.
Both Elrohir and Elladan who were nearby could felt the air stiffen while the two elf-lords snapped at each other. Glorfindel came in quickly with Erestor once they heard the raised voices.
"Thranduil," Glorfindel came toward the king, clapping his hands upon the king's shoulders, and then he asked with concern, "Where is your son?"
King Thranduil let out a heavy sigh, leaving the room to seek nature's guidance and feel the wind embrace him with fresh air.
Glorfindel hurried after him, while Erestor stayed in the room, not wishing for more conflicts to happen as Aragorn needed to rest in a quiet environment.
Thranduil walked toward the trees, and sat back, leaning on a trunk. He watched as Glorfindel came over.
"I am here as a friend, as your son was there to help me without being asked." Glorfindel looked at the king with concern, and then he sat beside him. Maybe the king needed a friend too.
"My son... Glorfindel, my son cannot even look at me." Thranduil said vehemently, averting his gaze as he felt so weak for opening himself like this. "All this because of what Elrond said. He killed my son's spirit..."
"How exactly would he do that?" Glorfindel asked.
Thranduil shook his head. "I read the message that he sent. It was too cruel and if I'm not wrong, Legolas believed what he said." Thranduil explained. "Maybe it's my fault as well, as I should have talked with Legolas the minute the messenger left instead of leaving him in the dark."
Glorfindel glanced at the king, his mind wandering as he recalled how the prince once came to him. He smiled, "Thranduil, I know this may not be the time for it, but I must share this memory of your son. I do not know if he has told you about it, but I feel I should."
"If it is good, please tell me." Thranduil said, gladly wanting to know what good his son did to actually make the lord smile.
"Your son, Thranduil, did the impossible when I was teaching Elrond's sons." Glorfindel noticed how the king flinched as he mentioned Elrond, but let it pass. "You see, I was in the middle of my tale on how I fought the mighty Balrog, and they refused to pay any attention to me. But Legolas, your son, sitting by them was listening closely."
Thranduil listened to the lord, waiting for the part when his son contributed to the story.
"Then, Thranduil, your son just walked over to me, and asked me to tell him my story. He said he would then tell the twins and make them to listen."
"Did he?" Thranduil asked, surprised.
"Yes, he did. And he told my story so well that even Elrond and Erestor came to hear him and admitted they paid more attention to Legolas though they already knew most of it," Glorfindel replied and added gracefully, "Your son is talented in many areas, and though I have told him he would make a great teacher, he did not seem to wish for that."
With a proud heart, Thranduil stood up and said, "My son is truly gifted, and yet, I fear I will not see him do anything as wise as what you've told me..."
"He will be all right, you'll see." Glorfindel tried to comfort him.
"How can you be certain of that? He would not even look at me!" Thranduil almost shot back at the lord.
But before Glorfindel could say anything, Erestor was walking quickly toward them.
"Lord Glorfindel, King Thranduil, you must come with me." Erestor said at once.
"And why should we?" Thranduil questioned immediately.
"Aragorn… he is awake…" Erestor replied with a smile.
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