Chapter 32
Frodo had completely lost track of time. He had no idea how long they had been here or what time of day it was. It had been a long time since Saruman and this dark elf had appeared. Pity filled the heart of the hobbit again. He felt so sorry for Legolas. He couldn't imagine how hard it had to be for the handsome prince. Except for a disgusting orc who had brought them some water and bread, no one had appeared, but Frodo didn't want to complain. He didn't have to see Saruman and this Eero again. The hobbit was incredibly relieved that Legolas had brought the ring to safety. He didn't want to imagine what would have happened if Saruman had gotten him.
"Legolas?", suddenly asked Pippin softly and the elf raised his head. His deep blue eyes sparkled questioningly and it was clear that he had been lost in thought.
"Can I ask you something?" The archer frowned but nodded. The whole fellowship's attention was now on Pippin, who seemed a little restless. "Can you tell us something about your brothers?" Frodo froze. There was probably the worse time to ask such a question. Aragorn seemed to see it that way too because his eyes sparkled angrily and he wanted to say something, but Legolas surprisingly held him back. His eyes turned back to Pippin, who had collapsed anxiously, and they shone very softly.
"What do you want to know, my little hobbit?" The beautiful warrior's voice was as warm as sunlight.
"How were they?" The Mirkwood elf smiled softly.
"Well, I would say Thorondor was a born king. He was very responsible and very wise. One day he could have been a great king. He was kind of the educator of all of us. But although he was often strict, you could have a lot of fun with him. He also always protected us. He was the perfect older brother. Arnor and Aldon were always a lot of fun. They have always played many pranks on my father, me and my brothers. They both loved the life, were always in a good mood and just had nonsense in their heads. Still, they were incredibly loyal. Aranel was like my best friend. He was the one I always went to when I wasn't feeling well and who always listened to me. He was always there for me I could trust him with everything. Aranel was the five of us who was always only positive. No matter what happened, he could see the good in everything. He also loved the life so much, was incredibly talented and artistic and was a bit of a pastor for all of us. But he showed his love for us openly, hugged us often, and always told us how much we mean to him. They were all the perfect big brothers that I really loved very much. Of course, they always tried to protect me, the smallest. I learned so much from them, after my mother died, they were all the ones who built me up, who actually raised me. Mother died when I was very young and my father took refuge in his grief. Anyone who knows him knows that my father is not really the warmest person. That's why my big brothers always looked after me. They were the ones who were there every day, who I love and loved more than my own life. That's why it was so incomprehensible to me when ... when they were suddenly gone. They all. And I realized that they would never come back. I was hoping it was just a nightmare. That Thorondor will come in right away to ask me why I haven't completed certain tasks, that one of the twins will come in to tell me about a new prank, and that Aranel will come soon to say that he loves me. When I realized that it was real, I felt that I had lost my entire family. And maybe I have that too."
