Disclaimer: I own nothing Tolkien created.
Passing shadows
Rating - R
Warnings - Not really slash but mentions of rape and Elf torture.
A/N: Welcome to my new fic. I hope this one is as successful as 'Leaving These Shores'. Enjoy.
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Ch 1 - Arrival
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Elrond watched from the balcony as representatives from all three races of Middle Earth entered Rivendell. Never before had such a gathering been held at the house of Elrond. Elves, Dwarves and Men. All three together to decided what was to be done about Middle Earth's biggest threat, the One Ring. Elrond wished that it wasn't only because of the destructive cause that brought them together. He smiled as he watched two Elves baring the mark of Mirkwood ride through the gates, it had been a long time since King Thranduil had sent anyone to Imladris.
It seemed strange that there were only two though and that the Prince wasn't there. Elrond remembered reading the letter saying that Thranduil would be sending his son and heir. It wasn't surprising that the Elf king had changed his mind though. Ever since his wife died he had been extra protective over Legolas, his only surviving son. His brothers had all been killed by a spider attack several years ago and the king barely let his son out of his sight any more. Elrond couldn't blame him, he would probably be the same with his own children if they were in danger.
Elrond smiled as he greeted the visitors, he made a mental note to ask the two Mirkwood Elves what had changed Thranduil's mind about Legolas although he knew the King tended to distance himself from his guards and only gave them orders, usually to look after his son. It had been like that since his grief had begun after he lost his wife, not killing him but making him untrusting and impatient. Politeness didn't seem important to him any more.
Elrond graciously bowed to the dwarves as they walked through the gates, it took a lot to restrain himself from making some comment about their inappropriate state of dress. They were after all facing the Lord of Imladris. Though that was typical of Dwarves. No respect for Elves.
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When all the newcomers were inside and reasonably settled Elrond went to the healing rooms where his most skilled healer was looking at the pale figure of the Hobbit Frodo who was asking Gandalf many questions about what had happened to him. Elrond formally greeted him and quickly checked him over before leaving to talk with Gandalf and the others present.
After a long evening of discussing the state of Middle Earth and a few stories and songs, mostly from Bilbo who was now sleeping in front of the fire, Elrond excused himself and retired to his room. He looked in on Frodo briefly but the healer assured him the Hobbit was resting comfortably so he left for his chambers.
He sighed as he leaned against the balcony and breathed in the cool air and allowed the gentle breeze to ruffle his hair. He smiled when he noticed Rivendell was so peaceful. He loved the place and couldn't image ever leaving it even though the call to sail West was getting stronger. Still there was something wrong that night. The trees were unsettled and it wasn't because of the threat of Mordor. Elrond wasn't the only one to notice it. Gandalf stood at the gates and looked out hoping to find the cause of their distress. He decided that first thing in the morning he would go and find out what was causing the commotion, for their crying told him something bad was happening not far from Imladris.
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Elrond woke early that morning feeling refreshed despite the tiring evening he had attended. He was glad that the council was still a few weeks away, he didn't think he could be the bringer of too much bad news without preparing himself first. He quickly dressed making sure he was presentable and walked to the dining hall where he knew his breakfast would be waiting for him. He smiled gratefully when he saw there was no one else there yet. He sat down for his breakfast and ate happily, maybe today wasn't going to be so bad after all.
After a few moments a rather flustered servant entered, almost forgetting to knock, he looked in a state of panic for a moment at the mistake but was reassured by Elrond's dismissive hand signal.
"Forgive me for disturbing you my Lord but there is someone who wishes to see you immediately. He would not give me his name and looked rather worse for wear. I asked him why he wanted to see you but he refused to tell me sir. He said he must speak with you immediately and would talk to no one else. We offered him food and rest while he waited but he refused to let anyone touch him. He seemed.frightened sir." Elrond listened carefully.
"He is an elf?" He asked after a moment's thought.
"Yes my Lord." The servant seemed impatient as though he was uncomfortable talking to Elrond.
"Is he a threat?"
"I don't think so. He carries weapons but he does not appear dangerous. We could not disarm him."
"Why not?" Elrond said a little sharply, standing and walking quickly towards the door.
"He cried out when we touched him and pleaded with us to leave him alone, we thought it was best to leave him. He didn't look like he could fight anyway." The servant explained trying to keep up with Elrond's fast pace.
"And he gave you no name?"
"No my Lord."
"How odd. Be on your guard he might be dangerous. I assume you left guards with him." The guard nodded. "Good."
"One more thing sir, he was wearing the official colours of Mirkwood." At this point Elrond stopped. An awful thought entered his mind and he ran towards the room in which the mystery Elf was being held.
He was disturbed by the cries coming from inside the room, although they were faint they were filled with pain. They were mixed with pleading and every now and then a stern voice from one of his guards. Elrond hesitated slightly before walking in. When he pushed the doors open what he saw stopped him in his tracks.
The guards were tying a rope around the Elf's hands a little too roughly. The blonde figure stood before him was covered in dirt and blood and was crying and struggling, begging for the guards to let him go. Elrond snapped into action.
He walked up to the Elf who was now standing still although it seemed as though it was only the guards and pride that was keeping him from falling to his knees. It was true the Elf didn't look in good condition. His hair was covered in a mixture of blood and dirt. The usually bright golden hair was tangled and wet. His clothes were slightly ripped with spots of blood showing. His body was shaking and wet, either from rain or sweat. His whole self seemed to radiate fear. He stopped struggling when Elrond stood before him.
"Who are you and why do you come to Imladris?" Elrond asked, trying desperately to sound both firm and kind at the same time.
"I.I my Lord. I." The Elf couldn't say any more.
Elrond took another step forward and gently pulled the Elf up so he could see him properly. The Elf not only flinched but almost whimpered when Elrond touched him although he knew he was gentle.
Elrond looked at the Elf for a second and suddenly recollection hit him.
"Oh my." Elrond said not able to finish the sentence. "Legolas. Untie his ropes this instant." Elrond shouted at his guards who instantly realised that it was the crown prince of Mirkwood standing before them. A look of embarrassment crossed most of their faces. They did as Elrond instructed but stopped when Legolas flinched at their touch. Elrond nodded to them to keep going as he kept his gaze fixed on Legolas' pale face. His blue eyes were searching the floor, Elrond knew he was desperately trying to hide the pain and fear. Elrond kept his hands on Legolas' arms making sure he didn't startle the prince.
"Go prepare the healing room for me. I want warm water and.just prepare it." Elrond demanded, surprised to see a look of utter fear in Legolas' eyes but quickly understood, after all Legolas was a Prince and a proud one at that. He turned to the guard who was just leaving. "Take everything to my quarters." He nodded to Legolas who cast his eyes down once again but allowed a thankful look to cross his face.
The guards removing Legolas' rope finished and Elrond had to react quickly to stop the Elf falling to the floor. He carefully placed his hand around Legolas' waist making sure Legolas could see everything he was doing. He heard Legolas whimper slightly but he didn't pull away.
"Come, we must get you warm, you're shaking." Elrond said looking at the Elf. He let go of the shaking form for a moment and took his over-robe and placed it around Legolas' shoulders. He carefully took hold of Legolas again and noticed that the shaking was exactly the same; it wasn't because of the cold. He was terrified.
Elrond took a step forward and Legolas followed although it turned out more like a stumble and Elrond had to hold him tightly making sure he didn't fall causing Legolas to cry out at the sudden touch.
"Go fetch a stretcher." Elrond barked.
"No." Legolas shouted suddenly, catching both Elrond and the guards off guard. "I can walk." His voice was barely noticeable and shook but held an element of pride, the pride of a Prince. He took another step forward and got into his stride. A guard was about to help him from the other side but Elrond silently stopped him with a nodded thanks.
Legolas seemed to be concentrating on his walking so much that Elrond thought it best to keep his questions to himself for now. At least now he understood why the trees were crying out. They finally reached Elrond's chambers and walked inside. Legolas went straight to the bed and sat down tiredly. Elrond went to fetch the supplies that had been left for him.
When he turned back around Legolas was standing again although he looked like he was going to collapse any second.
"Legolas why don't you sit down before you fall down." Elrond said moving towards him, he was surprised when Legolas took a step back.
"I.Forgive me my Lord." Legolas said slowly, shaking his head slightly as if to clear it.
Elrond took a step closer so Legolas again had to move back. "U-moe edhored. What happened?" Elrond said gently, hoping the soft Elvish might calm the Elf slightly.
"I was sent here.a message from my father."
"Don't worry about that now. It's not important. Let's clean you up." Elrond went to move but Legolas' voice stopped him.
"He said.he said that you must hear that Mirkwood.that Mirkwood.I'm sorry. that Mirkwood will help in the battle of the Ring in any way possible." Legolas looked up at Elrond who smiled sadly.
"I appreciate that. Now what happened?"
"Please.there are more important things that must be." Legolas couldn't finish before he collapsed into Elrond's arms. The Elven lord picked up the younger Elf and placed him gently on the bed. Legolas attempted to sit up but was quickly stopped by Elrond.
"Stay still. You are not well." Elrond said looking over the young Prince. He sat down on the edge of the bed waiting for Legolas to say something else.
"My father." Legolas tried again.
"Shh, it's alright." Elrond reassured gently stroking Legolas' hair back off his face. "You're safe. It's alright." He whispered. Suddenly, but not unexpectedly, heartbreaking sobs began to take a hold of Legolas, his pride momentarily forgotten. He sat up and held onto Elrond tightly, who held him back, hoping to offer at least some comfort. Legolas eventually pulled away and laid back down. Elrond stayed sat on the edge of the bed calmly talking to Legolas and letting him cry.
When the tears and sobs had stopped Elrond spoke.
"What happened to you?" He asked gently.
"I.please my Lord I just need rest." Legolas said weakly, turning his head away and looking out the open window.
"I need to see to your wound." Elrond said getting up and walking to his supplies, waiting to see what Legolas would say. Legolas sat up suddenly.
"Wounds?"
"You have hurt your head." Elrond stated, pointing to the gash and trail of red blood on his face. "Why are there more?" He asked innocently although he already knew the answer
"No." Legolas said a little too quickly.
"You're lying to me aren't you?" Elrond said taking a step towards the bed and trying to keep his voice calm even though he wished he could just shout at the Elf.
"No my Lord."
"And if I asked you to remove your tunic, you would have no objections?" Legolas almost jumped up at this.
Legolas hesitated. "Please don't my lord." He said, his voice laden with panic and pleading.
"Why?" Elrond pressed. "What happened to you? Did someone hurt you? Were you attacked?"
"I." Legolas began. "I'm sorry. I didn't come here for help. Just to deliver the message." Legolas said making for the door.
"Legolas." Elrond grabbed him. Legolas cried out when he felt Elrond touch him. He almost fell to the floor but Elrond held him upright. "Tell me what happened and I might be able to help you."
Legolas hesitated for a moment searching Elrond's eyes looking for anything, he eventually nodded and reluctantly undid the top button of his tunic revealing a big bruise.
"What happened?" Elrond asked again, wishing Legolas would tell him something.
"I was.attacked." Legolas said quietly making sure he avoided Elrond's searching eyes. It didn't take much for Elrond to see that Legolas was not telling the whole truth.
"When? By who?" Elrond questioned. "I'll get my guards to search Imladris and find out who did this to you. What did they do to you?" Elrond's questions came thick and fast and Legolas had trouble keeping up with them in his slightly dazed state.
"Please don't. Just let me return to Mirkwood." Legolas pleaded turning away from Elrond.
"You cannot ride like this. At least stay for tonight. You were sent here for another reason other then your message were you not?" Elrond's voice was calm and sympathetic.
Legolas thought for a moment before remembering why he was there. "The council. I almost forgot. Forgive me my Lord, Mirkwood is prepared to do all it can to help Rivendell and offers it's services and its Prince to whatever the council decides." Legolas' voice sounded more confident and only a slight crack in the voice but his appearance told Elrond otherwise.
"Thank you for your assurance but there is no need for decisions just yet. There are many days before the council will assemble and until then you can stay in Rivendell. You are, after all, my guest." Elrond said. Legolas was pleased they were taking on a more formal conversation, just as he had planned it.
"Thank you for your kindness my Lord." Legolas bowed and carefully hid the flash of pain that threatened to cross his face. However, the ever- observant Elrond did not miss it.
"Please stay in the healing houses for today. Whether you are hurt or not you must be tired from your ride. Mirkwood is a long way away."
"There is no need although I thank you for your kind offer Lord." Legolas said straightening and trying to keep on his feet despite his need to sit down.
"It's strange, you said you were attacked and yet none of your arrows are missing. I would expect such an excellent archer and Elf to have seen any danger coming." Elrond said and immediately noticed the dark shadow cross the blonde's features. "What really happened? What could have caused you so much harm?"
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Elvish Translations: U-moe edhored = There is nothing to forgive
Passing shadows
Rating - R
Warnings - Not really slash but mentions of rape and Elf torture.
A/N: Welcome to my new fic. I hope this one is as successful as 'Leaving These Shores'. Enjoy.
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Ch 1 - Arrival
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Elrond watched from the balcony as representatives from all three races of Middle Earth entered Rivendell. Never before had such a gathering been held at the house of Elrond. Elves, Dwarves and Men. All three together to decided what was to be done about Middle Earth's biggest threat, the One Ring. Elrond wished that it wasn't only because of the destructive cause that brought them together. He smiled as he watched two Elves baring the mark of Mirkwood ride through the gates, it had been a long time since King Thranduil had sent anyone to Imladris.
It seemed strange that there were only two though and that the Prince wasn't there. Elrond remembered reading the letter saying that Thranduil would be sending his son and heir. It wasn't surprising that the Elf king had changed his mind though. Ever since his wife died he had been extra protective over Legolas, his only surviving son. His brothers had all been killed by a spider attack several years ago and the king barely let his son out of his sight any more. Elrond couldn't blame him, he would probably be the same with his own children if they were in danger.
Elrond smiled as he greeted the visitors, he made a mental note to ask the two Mirkwood Elves what had changed Thranduil's mind about Legolas although he knew the King tended to distance himself from his guards and only gave them orders, usually to look after his son. It had been like that since his grief had begun after he lost his wife, not killing him but making him untrusting and impatient. Politeness didn't seem important to him any more.
Elrond graciously bowed to the dwarves as they walked through the gates, it took a lot to restrain himself from making some comment about their inappropriate state of dress. They were after all facing the Lord of Imladris. Though that was typical of Dwarves. No respect for Elves.
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When all the newcomers were inside and reasonably settled Elrond went to the healing rooms where his most skilled healer was looking at the pale figure of the Hobbit Frodo who was asking Gandalf many questions about what had happened to him. Elrond formally greeted him and quickly checked him over before leaving to talk with Gandalf and the others present.
After a long evening of discussing the state of Middle Earth and a few stories and songs, mostly from Bilbo who was now sleeping in front of the fire, Elrond excused himself and retired to his room. He looked in on Frodo briefly but the healer assured him the Hobbit was resting comfortably so he left for his chambers.
He sighed as he leaned against the balcony and breathed in the cool air and allowed the gentle breeze to ruffle his hair. He smiled when he noticed Rivendell was so peaceful. He loved the place and couldn't image ever leaving it even though the call to sail West was getting stronger. Still there was something wrong that night. The trees were unsettled and it wasn't because of the threat of Mordor. Elrond wasn't the only one to notice it. Gandalf stood at the gates and looked out hoping to find the cause of their distress. He decided that first thing in the morning he would go and find out what was causing the commotion, for their crying told him something bad was happening not far from Imladris.
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Elrond woke early that morning feeling refreshed despite the tiring evening he had attended. He was glad that the council was still a few weeks away, he didn't think he could be the bringer of too much bad news without preparing himself first. He quickly dressed making sure he was presentable and walked to the dining hall where he knew his breakfast would be waiting for him. He smiled gratefully when he saw there was no one else there yet. He sat down for his breakfast and ate happily, maybe today wasn't going to be so bad after all.
After a few moments a rather flustered servant entered, almost forgetting to knock, he looked in a state of panic for a moment at the mistake but was reassured by Elrond's dismissive hand signal.
"Forgive me for disturbing you my Lord but there is someone who wishes to see you immediately. He would not give me his name and looked rather worse for wear. I asked him why he wanted to see you but he refused to tell me sir. He said he must speak with you immediately and would talk to no one else. We offered him food and rest while he waited but he refused to let anyone touch him. He seemed.frightened sir." Elrond listened carefully.
"He is an elf?" He asked after a moment's thought.
"Yes my Lord." The servant seemed impatient as though he was uncomfortable talking to Elrond.
"Is he a threat?"
"I don't think so. He carries weapons but he does not appear dangerous. We could not disarm him."
"Why not?" Elrond said a little sharply, standing and walking quickly towards the door.
"He cried out when we touched him and pleaded with us to leave him alone, we thought it was best to leave him. He didn't look like he could fight anyway." The servant explained trying to keep up with Elrond's fast pace.
"And he gave you no name?"
"No my Lord."
"How odd. Be on your guard he might be dangerous. I assume you left guards with him." The guard nodded. "Good."
"One more thing sir, he was wearing the official colours of Mirkwood." At this point Elrond stopped. An awful thought entered his mind and he ran towards the room in which the mystery Elf was being held.
He was disturbed by the cries coming from inside the room, although they were faint they were filled with pain. They were mixed with pleading and every now and then a stern voice from one of his guards. Elrond hesitated slightly before walking in. When he pushed the doors open what he saw stopped him in his tracks.
The guards were tying a rope around the Elf's hands a little too roughly. The blonde figure stood before him was covered in dirt and blood and was crying and struggling, begging for the guards to let him go. Elrond snapped into action.
He walked up to the Elf who was now standing still although it seemed as though it was only the guards and pride that was keeping him from falling to his knees. It was true the Elf didn't look in good condition. His hair was covered in a mixture of blood and dirt. The usually bright golden hair was tangled and wet. His clothes were slightly ripped with spots of blood showing. His body was shaking and wet, either from rain or sweat. His whole self seemed to radiate fear. He stopped struggling when Elrond stood before him.
"Who are you and why do you come to Imladris?" Elrond asked, trying desperately to sound both firm and kind at the same time.
"I.I my Lord. I." The Elf couldn't say any more.
Elrond took another step forward and gently pulled the Elf up so he could see him properly. The Elf not only flinched but almost whimpered when Elrond touched him although he knew he was gentle.
Elrond looked at the Elf for a second and suddenly recollection hit him.
"Oh my." Elrond said not able to finish the sentence. "Legolas. Untie his ropes this instant." Elrond shouted at his guards who instantly realised that it was the crown prince of Mirkwood standing before them. A look of embarrassment crossed most of their faces. They did as Elrond instructed but stopped when Legolas flinched at their touch. Elrond nodded to them to keep going as he kept his gaze fixed on Legolas' pale face. His blue eyes were searching the floor, Elrond knew he was desperately trying to hide the pain and fear. Elrond kept his hands on Legolas' arms making sure he didn't startle the prince.
"Go prepare the healing room for me. I want warm water and.just prepare it." Elrond demanded, surprised to see a look of utter fear in Legolas' eyes but quickly understood, after all Legolas was a Prince and a proud one at that. He turned to the guard who was just leaving. "Take everything to my quarters." He nodded to Legolas who cast his eyes down once again but allowed a thankful look to cross his face.
The guards removing Legolas' rope finished and Elrond had to react quickly to stop the Elf falling to the floor. He carefully placed his hand around Legolas' waist making sure Legolas could see everything he was doing. He heard Legolas whimper slightly but he didn't pull away.
"Come, we must get you warm, you're shaking." Elrond said looking at the Elf. He let go of the shaking form for a moment and took his over-robe and placed it around Legolas' shoulders. He carefully took hold of Legolas again and noticed that the shaking was exactly the same; it wasn't because of the cold. He was terrified.
Elrond took a step forward and Legolas followed although it turned out more like a stumble and Elrond had to hold him tightly making sure he didn't fall causing Legolas to cry out at the sudden touch.
"Go fetch a stretcher." Elrond barked.
"No." Legolas shouted suddenly, catching both Elrond and the guards off guard. "I can walk." His voice was barely noticeable and shook but held an element of pride, the pride of a Prince. He took another step forward and got into his stride. A guard was about to help him from the other side but Elrond silently stopped him with a nodded thanks.
Legolas seemed to be concentrating on his walking so much that Elrond thought it best to keep his questions to himself for now. At least now he understood why the trees were crying out. They finally reached Elrond's chambers and walked inside. Legolas went straight to the bed and sat down tiredly. Elrond went to fetch the supplies that had been left for him.
When he turned back around Legolas was standing again although he looked like he was going to collapse any second.
"Legolas why don't you sit down before you fall down." Elrond said moving towards him, he was surprised when Legolas took a step back.
"I.Forgive me my Lord." Legolas said slowly, shaking his head slightly as if to clear it.
Elrond took a step closer so Legolas again had to move back. "U-moe edhored. What happened?" Elrond said gently, hoping the soft Elvish might calm the Elf slightly.
"I was sent here.a message from my father."
"Don't worry about that now. It's not important. Let's clean you up." Elrond went to move but Legolas' voice stopped him.
"He said.he said that you must hear that Mirkwood.that Mirkwood.I'm sorry. that Mirkwood will help in the battle of the Ring in any way possible." Legolas looked up at Elrond who smiled sadly.
"I appreciate that. Now what happened?"
"Please.there are more important things that must be." Legolas couldn't finish before he collapsed into Elrond's arms. The Elven lord picked up the younger Elf and placed him gently on the bed. Legolas attempted to sit up but was quickly stopped by Elrond.
"Stay still. You are not well." Elrond said looking over the young Prince. He sat down on the edge of the bed waiting for Legolas to say something else.
"My father." Legolas tried again.
"Shh, it's alright." Elrond reassured gently stroking Legolas' hair back off his face. "You're safe. It's alright." He whispered. Suddenly, but not unexpectedly, heartbreaking sobs began to take a hold of Legolas, his pride momentarily forgotten. He sat up and held onto Elrond tightly, who held him back, hoping to offer at least some comfort. Legolas eventually pulled away and laid back down. Elrond stayed sat on the edge of the bed calmly talking to Legolas and letting him cry.
When the tears and sobs had stopped Elrond spoke.
"What happened to you?" He asked gently.
"I.please my Lord I just need rest." Legolas said weakly, turning his head away and looking out the open window.
"I need to see to your wound." Elrond said getting up and walking to his supplies, waiting to see what Legolas would say. Legolas sat up suddenly.
"Wounds?"
"You have hurt your head." Elrond stated, pointing to the gash and trail of red blood on his face. "Why are there more?" He asked innocently although he already knew the answer
"No." Legolas said a little too quickly.
"You're lying to me aren't you?" Elrond said taking a step towards the bed and trying to keep his voice calm even though he wished he could just shout at the Elf.
"No my Lord."
"And if I asked you to remove your tunic, you would have no objections?" Legolas almost jumped up at this.
Legolas hesitated. "Please don't my lord." He said, his voice laden with panic and pleading.
"Why?" Elrond pressed. "What happened to you? Did someone hurt you? Were you attacked?"
"I." Legolas began. "I'm sorry. I didn't come here for help. Just to deliver the message." Legolas said making for the door.
"Legolas." Elrond grabbed him. Legolas cried out when he felt Elrond touch him. He almost fell to the floor but Elrond held him upright. "Tell me what happened and I might be able to help you."
Legolas hesitated for a moment searching Elrond's eyes looking for anything, he eventually nodded and reluctantly undid the top button of his tunic revealing a big bruise.
"What happened?" Elrond asked again, wishing Legolas would tell him something.
"I was.attacked." Legolas said quietly making sure he avoided Elrond's searching eyes. It didn't take much for Elrond to see that Legolas was not telling the whole truth.
"When? By who?" Elrond questioned. "I'll get my guards to search Imladris and find out who did this to you. What did they do to you?" Elrond's questions came thick and fast and Legolas had trouble keeping up with them in his slightly dazed state.
"Please don't. Just let me return to Mirkwood." Legolas pleaded turning away from Elrond.
"You cannot ride like this. At least stay for tonight. You were sent here for another reason other then your message were you not?" Elrond's voice was calm and sympathetic.
Legolas thought for a moment before remembering why he was there. "The council. I almost forgot. Forgive me my Lord, Mirkwood is prepared to do all it can to help Rivendell and offers it's services and its Prince to whatever the council decides." Legolas' voice sounded more confident and only a slight crack in the voice but his appearance told Elrond otherwise.
"Thank you for your assurance but there is no need for decisions just yet. There are many days before the council will assemble and until then you can stay in Rivendell. You are, after all, my guest." Elrond said. Legolas was pleased they were taking on a more formal conversation, just as he had planned it.
"Thank you for your kindness my Lord." Legolas bowed and carefully hid the flash of pain that threatened to cross his face. However, the ever- observant Elrond did not miss it.
"Please stay in the healing houses for today. Whether you are hurt or not you must be tired from your ride. Mirkwood is a long way away."
"There is no need although I thank you for your kind offer Lord." Legolas said straightening and trying to keep on his feet despite his need to sit down.
"It's strange, you said you were attacked and yet none of your arrows are missing. I would expect such an excellent archer and Elf to have seen any danger coming." Elrond said and immediately noticed the dark shadow cross the blonde's features. "What really happened? What could have caused you so much harm?"
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Elvish Translations: U-moe edhored = There is nothing to forgive