Story Name: Echo of the Night
Pen
Name: ElenaRoan
Disclaimer: Don't own any of them, written
purely for enjoyment.
Rating: PG
Warnings: well...Michelle
called me evil after she read it...does that count as a warning?
Summary: A year on from the events of Dark of Night, is
everything as fine as it appears?
Betas: Geris (Grammar and
Spelling), Michelle (Comprehension)
Timeline: III 2991 (Aragorn 60
years old)
Prologue: Calm before the Storm
"Is everyone well?"
The younger elf looked up at him, the fatigue disturbingly clear in his eyes. "We are well." He paused for a moment before continuing, "I am well adar (father). I am uninjured, just weary."
Thranduil looked at his son in concern; it was not usual for the younger elf to cut a patrol short. It had been nearly a year ago that he had received the urgent summons to Imladris and been told the news that his only son was apparently in a coma. Even though his son, along with his closest friend Estel, had chosen the day he had arrived to simply wake up, it had taken all of his self-control to allow Legolas to rejoin a patrol upon his return to Mirkwood.
"Do not worry about me, adar (father)." Legolas stated softly, easily reading his father's fears in his eyes, "It has been a tiring few weeks, we are weary, that is all."
"It is a father's job to worry about their children." Thranduil replied with a soft smile, "If you are uninjured and weary, go rest. Tomorrow is soon enough to hear your report."
"Hannon le (thank you)." Legolas replied with a tired smile, "I shall give you my report first thing in the morning."
"As long as you do not force yourself awake at first light in order to do so, that will be acceptable."
Legolas chuckled before wearily taking himself inside and heading towards his quarters.
--Edge of Mirkwood--
"It is getting dark; do we really want to go in there right now?"
"You saw what happened. It has taken too long to cross the distance as it is. Who knows what will happen if he is affected too and none know of what has gone before?"
