***Disclaimed***
The further he walked, the more the shapes began to tell the truth of what they were, trees, but not as he knew them; they were twisted and bent, cowering over him. He did not sense anything evil from them, nor did they frighten him; it was as if they wanted to protect him from something, and that something is what scared him. He gazed up at the stars that danced bright above him, wondering where they and he were off to. He followed a simple dirt travel worn path, but could not see what lay ahead of him on his journey; the darkness blanketing his vision. The only things keeping him going were the promise he made, and the promise of home.
"Where you going?" A little voice called from above. Legolas' head shot up, and high above him in the trees, was a little elf, from where he stood it looked like the same blond haired child that he had followed to get where he was.
"I'm going home." Legolas relied, eyeing the seemingly harmless child, but through the innocent stare of the eyes he could catch the glimpse of mischief, he was not sure how well that boded him. If this child had led him into this world, how helpful or harmful would he be in its escape?
The child swung easily to the ground, playing amongst the tree as though it were second nature to him, feeling at home amongst the branches, his movements seemed familiar to Legolas, the child seemed familiar yet distant, there was an impalpable recognition floating between them.
"Home here?" the little elf asked sweetly, unabashedly taking hold of Legolas' hand and beginning to walk; Legolas did not follow, but the little elf to no heed till he found himself tugging on the other's arm. "Come." The blond elfling directed.
"My home is not here little one."
"Where?" Legolas began to feel uncomfortable, a strain beginning to tense him arm, as the child still pulled at it, trying to rouse the elder elf from his stationary position. But he did bring up a good question: where? But had Legolas ever known since he arrived where he was going, if he just went where he was supposed to go he was certain that he would get there.
"I live in Mirkwood, it's just down this path." He answered as honestly as he could, the dirt path seemed to be the right way to go at the moment, his intuition leading him not to stray from its way.
"Me come. Go now." He began to tug, harder than before, and Legolas' feet finally gave way, but the child was not taking him down the dirt path, Legolas tried to fight to stay on, but the little elf seemed to overpower him. No matter how he struggled from the grip of the tiny hand clutching his or stop their forward motion, he was dragged along into the dark shadows of the forest, with ever increasing distanced from the path he so desired to be on.
"We stop now." The young one spoke, dropping Legolas' hand an jumping into a nearby tree, vanishing from Legolas' view. Legolas stood still as stone, looking around at the place where he stood. Should he start to walk on his own, once again trust in his ability to find a way home, he had once believed in his skill to forge a way, was it any different now that he was at a new starting ground? Hidden in the obscurity of the high wrapping foliage, Legolas spotted to small crystal clear blue eyes poking out laughing at him. His helpless feelings were abandoned replaced with a sharp searing course of anger.
"You brought me here, why? I followed you and now everything is wrong! Stop hiding away from me and explain yourself." The other stepped out from his hiding space nonchalantly, the words of Legolas unaffecting his demeanor. He sat himself upon the branch on which he stood, swinging his legs, with a sweet smile spread on his face.
" 'Member when we saved Ell'dan? He got in the river, and we saved him." The elf boasted proudly, much to Legolas' dismay, his brow beginning to furrow as the once opaque connection was beginning to dawn upon him. It was frightening at first when he began to understand, surreal. That young elf, free of care and worry, now humming a tune, as he watched with pleasure as his elder counterpart grasped the fun fact, was him long ago. The desire to hug to child tight, or strangle him began to conflict inside him. But then he smiled, perhaps all the stories the other's told of him were true, if the elfling possessed even half the impishness glinting within his playful eyes.
"I do 'member." Legolas answered, mimicking the child's vocal pattern, the child giggled at the game. Sensing Legolas meant him no harm he swung to the ground once more and stood, staring up at the elder.
"We big now." He outstretched his hand once more, awaiting Legolas to reciprocate the gesture, which after a moment of consideration did. He had trusted his mother, for the same reason he trusted himself. "I no like this place, it sings bad song. We go play now." Legolas quickly wretched his hand away, staring down at the little form of his former self.
"No play, I have to go back to ada, and Sil and Kai. You 'member them, right? You want me to see them?" The elfling's eyes changed, the mischief altered into something dark, was it possible for a child to possess such anger in one look; he knew that he could never; past, present or future.
"We see them no more. We stay here now, it is happy here, the stars dance here, we like dancing stars." His voice was sing-songy and pleasant, but his stare remained threatening. This was not right, this couldn't truly be who he was; and though he could not ascertain its identity he knew he must get away. Without a second glance at the child, he ran, not knowing where, not caring, he just wanted to get away; more than away, he wanted to go to the safety of his family. His heart was racing, not with the exertion of the run, but with the panic now rising; how was he to get out? Could this be the place he ended up forever, terrorized by the manipulation of his shadowed childhood.
"Ada, I need you," he cried out, continuing to run, but getting nowhere.
***
Both the wizard and King of Mirkwood looked to each other at the same moment; the same pulse of energy hitting them. Not caring for the reactions of the other, only the safety of his son, the King rose from his place at the table and rushed off to where his son laid. Gandalf remained for a moment, addressing both Lord Elrond, who had risen in response to his friend's action, and Sildulin who sat with face unreadable. "It is time for us to go." The other two nodded, rose and left with the wizard, leaving the twins and the prince sitting anxiously and ignorantly behind.
"Should we remain here?" Elladan asked, not sure what to do; looking from his brother to his friend. Kai shook his head, also rising from the table, breakfast ending abruptly.
"If my brother is to die, I will not be caught idle and away, he will know I am there with him; I will not desert him as before." The other two understood his statement with some clarity, but did not assume the worst as Kaimelar had; though the memory of before was haunting him, the twins felt with some certainty things would conclude alright.
"He will know that we are all there." The room had emptied, food left half eaten on the table; of one had entered, as Verya had, they might think that some magic transported the rooms occupants without warning; a moment remaining and lost. As he surveyed the scene, sometime after the emptying, he wondered how things fared above, imagining the focus of energy in the one pin pointed spot in the room. He took a breath, then slowly released it; soon he could feel it would be over.
***Well, if you put together this post together with the other update I had today, it's a long chapter, just broken up. But I just got into it and that felt like a nice place to stop this. I think the action is rising a bit, and should continue. But I hope you like this and I promise a longer chapter will come but maybe in a few days!!! Enjoy this spur of the moment update!!!!***
The further he walked, the more the shapes began to tell the truth of what they were, trees, but not as he knew them; they were twisted and bent, cowering over him. He did not sense anything evil from them, nor did they frighten him; it was as if they wanted to protect him from something, and that something is what scared him. He gazed up at the stars that danced bright above him, wondering where they and he were off to. He followed a simple dirt travel worn path, but could not see what lay ahead of him on his journey; the darkness blanketing his vision. The only things keeping him going were the promise he made, and the promise of home.
"Where you going?" A little voice called from above. Legolas' head shot up, and high above him in the trees, was a little elf, from where he stood it looked like the same blond haired child that he had followed to get where he was.
"I'm going home." Legolas relied, eyeing the seemingly harmless child, but through the innocent stare of the eyes he could catch the glimpse of mischief, he was not sure how well that boded him. If this child had led him into this world, how helpful or harmful would he be in its escape?
The child swung easily to the ground, playing amongst the tree as though it were second nature to him, feeling at home amongst the branches, his movements seemed familiar to Legolas, the child seemed familiar yet distant, there was an impalpable recognition floating between them.
"Home here?" the little elf asked sweetly, unabashedly taking hold of Legolas' hand and beginning to walk; Legolas did not follow, but the little elf to no heed till he found himself tugging on the other's arm. "Come." The blond elfling directed.
"My home is not here little one."
"Where?" Legolas began to feel uncomfortable, a strain beginning to tense him arm, as the child still pulled at it, trying to rouse the elder elf from his stationary position. But he did bring up a good question: where? But had Legolas ever known since he arrived where he was going, if he just went where he was supposed to go he was certain that he would get there.
"I live in Mirkwood, it's just down this path." He answered as honestly as he could, the dirt path seemed to be the right way to go at the moment, his intuition leading him not to stray from its way.
"Me come. Go now." He began to tug, harder than before, and Legolas' feet finally gave way, but the child was not taking him down the dirt path, Legolas tried to fight to stay on, but the little elf seemed to overpower him. No matter how he struggled from the grip of the tiny hand clutching his or stop their forward motion, he was dragged along into the dark shadows of the forest, with ever increasing distanced from the path he so desired to be on.
"We stop now." The young one spoke, dropping Legolas' hand an jumping into a nearby tree, vanishing from Legolas' view. Legolas stood still as stone, looking around at the place where he stood. Should he start to walk on his own, once again trust in his ability to find a way home, he had once believed in his skill to forge a way, was it any different now that he was at a new starting ground? Hidden in the obscurity of the high wrapping foliage, Legolas spotted to small crystal clear blue eyes poking out laughing at him. His helpless feelings were abandoned replaced with a sharp searing course of anger.
"You brought me here, why? I followed you and now everything is wrong! Stop hiding away from me and explain yourself." The other stepped out from his hiding space nonchalantly, the words of Legolas unaffecting his demeanor. He sat himself upon the branch on which he stood, swinging his legs, with a sweet smile spread on his face.
" 'Member when we saved Ell'dan? He got in the river, and we saved him." The elf boasted proudly, much to Legolas' dismay, his brow beginning to furrow as the once opaque connection was beginning to dawn upon him. It was frightening at first when he began to understand, surreal. That young elf, free of care and worry, now humming a tune, as he watched with pleasure as his elder counterpart grasped the fun fact, was him long ago. The desire to hug to child tight, or strangle him began to conflict inside him. But then he smiled, perhaps all the stories the other's told of him were true, if the elfling possessed even half the impishness glinting within his playful eyes.
"I do 'member." Legolas answered, mimicking the child's vocal pattern, the child giggled at the game. Sensing Legolas meant him no harm he swung to the ground once more and stood, staring up at the elder.
"We big now." He outstretched his hand once more, awaiting Legolas to reciprocate the gesture, which after a moment of consideration did. He had trusted his mother, for the same reason he trusted himself. "I no like this place, it sings bad song. We go play now." Legolas quickly wretched his hand away, staring down at the little form of his former self.
"No play, I have to go back to ada, and Sil and Kai. You 'member them, right? You want me to see them?" The elfling's eyes changed, the mischief altered into something dark, was it possible for a child to possess such anger in one look; he knew that he could never; past, present or future.
"We see them no more. We stay here now, it is happy here, the stars dance here, we like dancing stars." His voice was sing-songy and pleasant, but his stare remained threatening. This was not right, this couldn't truly be who he was; and though he could not ascertain its identity he knew he must get away. Without a second glance at the child, he ran, not knowing where, not caring, he just wanted to get away; more than away, he wanted to go to the safety of his family. His heart was racing, not with the exertion of the run, but with the panic now rising; how was he to get out? Could this be the place he ended up forever, terrorized by the manipulation of his shadowed childhood.
"Ada, I need you," he cried out, continuing to run, but getting nowhere.
***
Both the wizard and King of Mirkwood looked to each other at the same moment; the same pulse of energy hitting them. Not caring for the reactions of the other, only the safety of his son, the King rose from his place at the table and rushed off to where his son laid. Gandalf remained for a moment, addressing both Lord Elrond, who had risen in response to his friend's action, and Sildulin who sat with face unreadable. "It is time for us to go." The other two nodded, rose and left with the wizard, leaving the twins and the prince sitting anxiously and ignorantly behind.
"Should we remain here?" Elladan asked, not sure what to do; looking from his brother to his friend. Kai shook his head, also rising from the table, breakfast ending abruptly.
"If my brother is to die, I will not be caught idle and away, he will know I am there with him; I will not desert him as before." The other two understood his statement with some clarity, but did not assume the worst as Kaimelar had; though the memory of before was haunting him, the twins felt with some certainty things would conclude alright.
"He will know that we are all there." The room had emptied, food left half eaten on the table; of one had entered, as Verya had, they might think that some magic transported the rooms occupants without warning; a moment remaining and lost. As he surveyed the scene, sometime after the emptying, he wondered how things fared above, imagining the focus of energy in the one pin pointed spot in the room. He took a breath, then slowly released it; soon he could feel it would be over.
***Well, if you put together this post together with the other update I had today, it's a long chapter, just broken up. But I just got into it and that felt like a nice place to stop this. I think the action is rising a bit, and should continue. But I hope you like this and I promise a longer chapter will come but maybe in a few days!!! Enjoy this spur of the moment update!!!!***