Since I could only post one chapter yesterday, I'm posting 3 chapters today. I hope you like the story so far ;) The translations to the elvish sentences and words are always at the end of the chapter.

Chapter 7

The next time Legolas came to, he sensed that something was different. He felt so infinitely tired and heavy. For the prince, it was suddenly incredibly difficult to breathe, and fear spread through him, but he tried to calm down. Everything would be all right.

The elf realized that something could not be right at all when he noticed that he was cold. The cold of the dark room crept under his skin and the archer escaped a soft groan of agony as he tried to curl up more and his body resisted with tremendous pain. The beautiful warrior immediately realized that his time was running out, but he trusted that Estel would find him.

Elrond stood at the window and looked up into the beautiful evening sky. But his heart was full of worry. He had let his foster son go only reluctantly, but not because he did not care for the Prince of Mirkwood. No, quite the opposite.

The Lord of Rivendell felt that now two of his sons were in danger. Legolas had become a son in the meantime since one could simply love the beautiful, blond elf with the big heart.

The older elf sensed that the archer was not well. Something had happened to him that had darkened his light. Someone had done something to him, but who it had been could not tell Elrond. He only knew that the young prince's time was running out, which filled him with great concern. Estel would not have much time left to save his beloved friend and brother.

The Lord had sensed from the beginning that there was something special between the two beings, who were so different after all. But now the ranger and heir to the throne of Gondor would go to his friend's death and vice versa.

But both Elrond and Legolas knew that they could not let that happen. Aragorn was destined for a great fate. He was the one who would rule over all Middle-earth in peace. He was the one who would bring peace to Middle-earth. The Prince of Mirkwood had sworn to the elder elf to protect his friend with his own life.

But the Lord of Rivendell was not stupid enough to believe that it was only because of the great destiny of the man. No, that was probably the smallest reason. It was a great love in the young elf's heart for his human friend.

Elrond looked up into the orange sky. Estel could not bear it if the prince were dead. And the elven Lord knew that he himself would also struggle with this death. He had never intended to embrace the beautiful warrior so much in his heart, but now it was too late. Legolas was his son. Not of his blood, but in the heart of the lord, he was his son.

Elrond sighed softly. "Nai Anar caluva tielyanna, Legolas," whispered the elder elf. He hoped that the prince was strong enough to survive whatever was done to him.

The lord sighed softly. He could only hope that Estel was well and that he risked nothing to save his beloved friend. To plunge blindly into a fight would probably kill them both. But Elrond knew that he could do no more than trust them both. "Tiro le Elbereth."

The healer knew that now all he could do was hope and pray. The fate of the two was no longer in his hands. Especially no longer the fate of Legolas. The light slipped away from the prince more and more, which made the lord's heart heavy. "You cannot do this to Estel. You have to stay strong, Legolas," Elrond whispered and released his tense hands from the windowsill.

There was nothing else he could do. This was out of his hands and although it drove the older elves mad, he knew that fate would now decide Aragorn, but above all Legolas. "Hold on to the light, quel Ion-nin."

With these last words, the Lord of Rivendell turned around and headed for the healing chamber. He had to be ready when his beloved sons came home.

Nai Anar caluva tielyanna, Legolas. - May the sun shine on your path, Legolas.

Tiro le Elbereth. - May Valar watch over you.