A/N: Again it took me so long. Sorry, but I am just writing a fanfic about the Vampire Chronicles (a very long one) which won't be published in the internet because it's forbidden by the Anne Rice. But I promised my grandma, who is a great Vampire Chronicles fan, to continue this fic and so I didn't have so much time to write "Stranger..." I hope you are not mad at me. There will be only this chapter and one more anyway. They will be pretty short because the main story is over. I hope you will like it nevertheless and maybe I will get my 200 reviews (-; And don't worry, other stories will follow. I hope you will read them as well!!!!!!
Don't leave us
Legolas had been sent here to kill the king, his own father?
This one sentence had confused Nithildor greatly.
Was this really true?
But on the other hand Legolas had also said that he had refused to do it out of his own will.
Of course Nithildor also thought about the possibility to tell the others, his friends or maybe his family. The problem was that they didn't like Legolas anyway and it would be even harder for him if they knew about that, and the young Elf had to admit to himself that he had grown to like the prince, it would have been not fair to tell anyone. And if King Thranduil had seen any danger in his youngest son he would have warned everyone immediatly for he loved his people and would never endanger them, nobody doubted that.
So he decided to stay silent.
Legolas deserved a chance.
"Did the healers come out yet?" Thranduil asked his oldest son when he arrived before Filian's door together with Legolas.
"No." Eloran saw the worry in his father's eyes. "But I'm sure that doesn't mean anything. He will be fine." He added quickly.
Some chairs had been brought so they could sit down.
It seemed like an eternety until the door finally opened.
Without really knowing it they all stood up and looked at the healer who stood before them now.
"How is he?" Thranduil asked finally.
"The wound is very severe but if he gets through the night he will live."
"Can we do anything?"
The healer shook his head. "It would be good if one of you would stay with him all the time. If anything is wrong you can call me."
"We will all stay with him." Eloran said.
The other Elf nodded in agreement and stepped away to let the royal family enter the room.
When Thranduil approached the bed he was shocked. Filian looked even paler than before, if this was anyhow possible. The king gently touched his son's cheek and it felt like ice, the coldness scared him.
"Filian, we are all with you. Eloran, Legolas and I. We won't leave you tonight. Can you hear me?" He whispered.
There was no reaction.
Suddenly Thranduil felt a hand on his shoulder. "He'll be fine, ada. I'm sure he knows that we are here. He just needs to rest."
Legolas carefully sat down on the other side of the bed and took his brother's hand in his.
Then he looked at his father as if he wanted to know if this was alright. The king smiled at him gently, he was glad that his sons cared so much for each other.
He just prayed that the night would soon be over.
Legolas sat next to his brother and took his hand. First he was startled that Filian's skin was so cold. He so feared for him.
Slowly he looked up to his father. He was not sure if it was alright to touch Filian because he feared that he could hurt him. But Thranduil smiled at him lovingly and nodded his head, as if he knew what troubled his son.
The young prince was very tired but on the other hand he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep without knowing wether his older brother would be alright.
Suddenly he could feel that Eloran sat down next to him.
"You should rest a little, Legolas." Eloran said.
"I don't think I can sleep."
First Eloran wanted to say something but then he sighed when he realized that Legolas was right. No one of them would be able to sleep while Filian was fighting for his life.
He knew without a doubt that this night would turn out to be very, very long.
None of them spoke during the night. They just sat together, staring at Filian and hoping that he would be alright.
Now the sun was rising already.
Thranduil only wished he could lie there instead of his son. It had been hard enough for all of them when Legolas had been captured by the orcs so many years ago, but when he had come back to them the king had thought that everything would be fine now.
What if Filian would die?
No, he couldn't even think of it!
Thranduil looked up to his other son's. The two of them were sitting on the other side of the bed, Eloran still holding his younger brother. Both of them seemed very tired, which was understandable. Of course Legolas hadn't fought in the battle but his father could imagine that it had been just as hard to sit around and do nothing at all, not being able to help, not knowing wether his family was alright, hearing the sounds of the battle all the time.
Thranduil knew that this must have distressed Legolas greatly, and then the orc had attacked him...
It was a wonder that the young one had been able to fight him and that made the king extremely proud of him.
Again he concentrated on Filian who hadn't moved at all since the healers had left.
The potion against the pain seemed to help still and Thranduil hoped with all his heart that his second son really didn't suffer anymore. It had been hard enough the day before.
His screams were still ringing in his father's ears.
Thranduil sighed and leaned back.
"Are you alright, ada?" Eloran asked gently and he could see Legolas' worried eyes on him.
"I'm fine, you two. Don't worry."
His oldest son, who held Filian's hand now, obviously wasn't convinced and the youngest one wasn't blind either but they both knew that it was of no use to try to send him away. He would never leave any of his children in such a state.
Suddenly they all heared a small noise coming from the bed.
Immediatly Thranduil leaned over his son and whispered his name, just loud enough for him to hear.
Filian could hear voices, the voices of his family, first he didn't understand them, but then he could hear the word 'worry'. Then it was silent again.
He wanted them to go on speaking, telling him what was wrong, why he couldn't move, why he couldn't speak. It was hard to remember anything at all.
There had been a battle against the orcs, it had nearly been over and then ... pain. After that he could only remember the pain in his stomach.
This was nearly gone now, it still hurt a little though. But it was easy to bear.
Probably an arrow or something had hit him.
Someone was holding his hand, he wanted to know who it was. They had sounded so worried when they had spoken.
He didn't want them to worry, he wanted them to know that he felt better already, that he wasn't in so much pain anymore. But he found it impossible to speak.
It even took him some effort to move his head a little but his father must have realized it and he felt him moving closer before he whispered his name.
He tried very hard and managed to open his eyes.
They were all so very relieved when they saw that Filian was able to open his eyes.
Thranduil hadn't even noticed that a tear of relief was running down his cheek until he heared his son's weak voice: "Don't cry, ada. ..... "I will ... be fine."
Thranduil laughed a little. "I know, son. You must rest now."
With that Filian drifted off again but this time he slept with his eyes open, as any Elf should.
TBC
There will only be one more chapter, and this time it will be up soon! Promise (-:
Don't leave us
Legolas had been sent here to kill the king, his own father?
This one sentence had confused Nithildor greatly.
Was this really true?
But on the other hand Legolas had also said that he had refused to do it out of his own will.
Of course Nithildor also thought about the possibility to tell the others, his friends or maybe his family. The problem was that they didn't like Legolas anyway and it would be even harder for him if they knew about that, and the young Elf had to admit to himself that he had grown to like the prince, it would have been not fair to tell anyone. And if King Thranduil had seen any danger in his youngest son he would have warned everyone immediatly for he loved his people and would never endanger them, nobody doubted that.
So he decided to stay silent.
Legolas deserved a chance.
"Did the healers come out yet?" Thranduil asked his oldest son when he arrived before Filian's door together with Legolas.
"No." Eloran saw the worry in his father's eyes. "But I'm sure that doesn't mean anything. He will be fine." He added quickly.
Some chairs had been brought so they could sit down.
It seemed like an eternety until the door finally opened.
Without really knowing it they all stood up and looked at the healer who stood before them now.
"How is he?" Thranduil asked finally.
"The wound is very severe but if he gets through the night he will live."
"Can we do anything?"
The healer shook his head. "It would be good if one of you would stay with him all the time. If anything is wrong you can call me."
"We will all stay with him." Eloran said.
The other Elf nodded in agreement and stepped away to let the royal family enter the room.
When Thranduil approached the bed he was shocked. Filian looked even paler than before, if this was anyhow possible. The king gently touched his son's cheek and it felt like ice, the coldness scared him.
"Filian, we are all with you. Eloran, Legolas and I. We won't leave you tonight. Can you hear me?" He whispered.
There was no reaction.
Suddenly Thranduil felt a hand on his shoulder. "He'll be fine, ada. I'm sure he knows that we are here. He just needs to rest."
Legolas carefully sat down on the other side of the bed and took his brother's hand in his.
Then he looked at his father as if he wanted to know if this was alright. The king smiled at him gently, he was glad that his sons cared so much for each other.
He just prayed that the night would soon be over.
Legolas sat next to his brother and took his hand. First he was startled that Filian's skin was so cold. He so feared for him.
Slowly he looked up to his father. He was not sure if it was alright to touch Filian because he feared that he could hurt him. But Thranduil smiled at him lovingly and nodded his head, as if he knew what troubled his son.
The young prince was very tired but on the other hand he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep without knowing wether his older brother would be alright.
Suddenly he could feel that Eloran sat down next to him.
"You should rest a little, Legolas." Eloran said.
"I don't think I can sleep."
First Eloran wanted to say something but then he sighed when he realized that Legolas was right. No one of them would be able to sleep while Filian was fighting for his life.
He knew without a doubt that this night would turn out to be very, very long.
None of them spoke during the night. They just sat together, staring at Filian and hoping that he would be alright.
Now the sun was rising already.
Thranduil only wished he could lie there instead of his son. It had been hard enough for all of them when Legolas had been captured by the orcs so many years ago, but when he had come back to them the king had thought that everything would be fine now.
What if Filian would die?
No, he couldn't even think of it!
Thranduil looked up to his other son's. The two of them were sitting on the other side of the bed, Eloran still holding his younger brother. Both of them seemed very tired, which was understandable. Of course Legolas hadn't fought in the battle but his father could imagine that it had been just as hard to sit around and do nothing at all, not being able to help, not knowing wether his family was alright, hearing the sounds of the battle all the time.
Thranduil knew that this must have distressed Legolas greatly, and then the orc had attacked him...
It was a wonder that the young one had been able to fight him and that made the king extremely proud of him.
Again he concentrated on Filian who hadn't moved at all since the healers had left.
The potion against the pain seemed to help still and Thranduil hoped with all his heart that his second son really didn't suffer anymore. It had been hard enough the day before.
His screams were still ringing in his father's ears.
Thranduil sighed and leaned back.
"Are you alright, ada?" Eloran asked gently and he could see Legolas' worried eyes on him.
"I'm fine, you two. Don't worry."
His oldest son, who held Filian's hand now, obviously wasn't convinced and the youngest one wasn't blind either but they both knew that it was of no use to try to send him away. He would never leave any of his children in such a state.
Suddenly they all heared a small noise coming from the bed.
Immediatly Thranduil leaned over his son and whispered his name, just loud enough for him to hear.
Filian could hear voices, the voices of his family, first he didn't understand them, but then he could hear the word 'worry'. Then it was silent again.
He wanted them to go on speaking, telling him what was wrong, why he couldn't move, why he couldn't speak. It was hard to remember anything at all.
There had been a battle against the orcs, it had nearly been over and then ... pain. After that he could only remember the pain in his stomach.
This was nearly gone now, it still hurt a little though. But it was easy to bear.
Probably an arrow or something had hit him.
Someone was holding his hand, he wanted to know who it was. They had sounded so worried when they had spoken.
He didn't want them to worry, he wanted them to know that he felt better already, that he wasn't in so much pain anymore. But he found it impossible to speak.
It even took him some effort to move his head a little but his father must have realized it and he felt him moving closer before he whispered his name.
He tried very hard and managed to open his eyes.
They were all so very relieved when they saw that Filian was able to open his eyes.
Thranduil hadn't even noticed that a tear of relief was running down his cheek until he heared his son's weak voice: "Don't cry, ada. ..... "I will ... be fine."
Thranduil laughed a little. "I know, son. You must rest now."
With that Filian drifted off again but this time he slept with his eyes open, as any Elf should.
TBC
There will only be one more chapter, and this time it will be up soon! Promise (-: