All known characters and settings belong to Tolkien the rest are my OC's.
Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up but I was super busy with school.
Legolas clung to his brother's body silently weeping while Mîa and her son's watched on, they were at a loss how to comfort the distraught elf. Nugan couldn't even fathom how painful it would be to lose a brother. Mîa was also weeping unabashedly; she had broken her promise to the young elf. She had promised that his bother wouldn't be harmed and now he lay there, dead. Somewhere there was a mother just like her mourning for her child. The thought made her weep harder.
Legolas looked at Lasanden's pale inert face, his eyes were now closed but he still had faint colour to his skin. He looked so calm, his jaw completely relaxed from its usual tense state. Lovingly, Legolas stroked his brother's short hair. I hope you have found peace, Lasanden. I will see you again someday. Legolas thought determinedly. Legolas slowly went to place a blanket over his brother but hesitated.
He looked at the curving design of the Mayan that he had admired since he was a baby and silently willed it to come back, for the ink like colour to move in harmony with his brother's heart.
For a moment he could have sworn he saw a flicker of colour flow through the Mayan. Legolas gasped, all heads turned to him.
Lord Ergon took a long draught of ale as he wearily sank to a comfortable chair by the fire of his room. He heavily placed the mug down on a side table and lowered his head into his hands. He had not meant for the elf to die. Fordlof had told him that Mîa had checked both the elves and said they were fine, extremely drugged, but fine.
Once again he picked up the ancient book of his ancestors, quickly flipping to the page describing this mark on the elf. Ergon had never read this section of the book before and had been surprised about its location.
The great dwarf book was divided into sections including the history of his people, enemies, foreign culture etc. The reason he had never seen this warning was because it was in the section of the history of elves. Ergon had once started reading the elven section but quickly deemed it unimportant.
He rested his head against the back of his chair and his eyes slid shut. His arm unconsciously knocked his jug of ale, sending the liquid soaking into the ancient book. He immediately jerked awake and cursed wiping the book in an attempt to remove the ale. His gloved hand came away from the page black, he frowned. The ink was said to be much sturdier than this, meant to last through wet weather or anything that might ail the book.
Now suspicious he continued wiping the ink away to reveal that some sort of false ink was covering the original script. He felt a flush creep up his neck as scanned his eyes briefly down the newly discovered manuscript. His eyes widened in horror.
In the shape of a tree, the king of the woods bears this mark that connects him to the forest. The appearance of this ancient mark is that of and ink drawing and the colour appears to move with the beat of the king's heart.
Ergon was out of his seat in a flash. He burst through his office door startling both guards. He paid them no mind and ran to the healing ward and into the elf's room. He turned to the young elf that had abruptly come to his feat when Ergon entered.
"Is that the Elf-King!" Ergon exclaimed, pointing at Lasanden's body. Legolas looked back and him and suddenly let all his frustrations out.
He leapt at Ergon pinning him to the wall armour and all. Mîa and her son's ran to try and pry Legolas of their king but their strength didn't compare to the furious youth.
"You really want me to tell you" Legolas screamed. "Well I will. My brother was the crowned prince of Greenwood! If I was you I would be trembling in my boots because when my father hears of this there will be no mercy." Ergon stared at the dwarf in dismay when something shook the mountain, sending all of them sprawling to the ground.
Ergon ran heavily out of the room towards the great stone gates that were shaking tremendously. He ran to the one vantage point above the gates, his mouth dropped open.
A massive army of elves were halted outside of Erebor. They were clad in the green and brown garb of the woods and all of them were armed with bows and swords. A tall elf was standing in front of the army and halted the destruction of the gates and looked up at Lord Ergon.
"Hear me, and hear me well you moronic Naugrim!" The Elf screamed. "I am King Thranduil of Greenwood. If you do not open these doors immediately, I will shatter them just like anyone who has done harm to my children!" Ergon's face paled, he leaned against a wall breathing heavily. Ergon turned to one of the shocked guards.
"Bring Fordlof and Mîa." He commanded. The guard bowed and hurried off. Moment later he heard heavy footsteps running in his direction followed by the lighter steps of Mîa. Ergon turned to Mîa immediately.
"Why did you declare that the elves were healthy when one was on the line of death?" He demanded sharply. Mîa recoiled from his sharp tone then looked back at him puzzled.
"Pardon me, my lord?" She asked hesitantly.
"Don't be an idiot." He yelled back to her. Mîa straightened and looked back at this intimidating Lord with resolve.
"I gave no such judgement, My Lord. I told Fordlof that the elf was not well. He did not head my warning and now," Her voice broke and it looked as if she was fighting back tears. Ergon processed her words and he turned a furious face to Fordlof who was slowly backing away. When his eyes met with the furious Lord h turned on his heel and ran.
"After him!" Ergon shouted to the guards, who took off after the fleeing symbols master. Ergon turned back to the window and his face once again paled at the frightening army before his gates.
He built up his courage and shouted out to the elf king. "I, Lord Ergon would like a private word with you, we will both meet with no weapons and no guards. " The elf king seemed to hesitate but eventually called out his agreement.
"We will meet in five minutes."
Please Review! Can anyone see some connection with Lasanden's death, the screaming forest and Thranduil?