Author: Jesse

Hush my Dear

Chapter 5

Elrond led Legolas out of the Kings room. The blonde Elv could barely see where he was going for the tears in his eyes and the tiredness he felt deep in his bones.

After all that had happened, even his never failing strength seemed to fade like dust in the wind.

Legolas wanted nothing more in the moment then to lie down in warm cushions, receiving the sleep of innocence for his tired body and mind.

A warm hand on his shoulder reminded him of the older man's presence. His gentle voice filled his ears like the caress of his hand.

"Come Prince of Mirkwood. It is time to forget your worries for the moment and find some peace of your own."

The hand touching him led the way in a room nearby. Bright sunlight shone into the chamber trying to send the shadows of the past away.

Sitting Legolas down on the edge of the great bed, Elrond left him for a moment to go and turn on the water of the tub in the enclosed bathroom.

Without saying a word he took of Legolas' dirty and wet clothes. He helped him into the warm water where the younger Elv sat down.

Elrond grabbed a sponge and let the water spill over the lean body. He washed it with quick strokes of his own strong hands, steeled in wars he once had fought.

The Herbs spilled their scents all over the room and filled all of Legolas senses, soothing his pain and calming his tortured soul. He barely noticed the firm grip on his head before Elrond pushed him slowly under the warm element.

He felt so light, like a feather blown away by an autumn breeze. Safe, far away from everything he'd experienced the days before.

The cooler air hit his heated face. Little gleaming water drops mingled with the tears streaming down his face. Waves of relief shook his entire body and he started to cry terribly.

Strong arms helped him out of the tub. A soft towel embraced him and tender fingers dried him of.

"Hush my dear, no need to cry! Tiru vantel ar varyuvantel I Valar!"

With these words, Elrond put a wonderful woven robe on Legolas shivering body. He laid him on the soft cushions of the bed, pulling the thick covers around his slim being. Quickly he sat down beside him. He took the younger man in a sweet embrace only a father could give, rocking him from side to side like a child who had a nightmare.

"Don't shed your tears for Events in the past, how big their meaning was for you at this moment…"

Legolas buried his tear stricken face in the hollow of the wise Elves neck. His sobs grew less. A deep voice filled his mind with a pleasant sound. The words lulled him in long expected peaceful, all forgetting sleep.

"The greatest adventure is what lies ahead/ Today and tomorrow are yet to be sent/ The chances, the changes are all yours to make/ The mold of your life is in your hands to break/ The greatest adventure is there if you're bold/ Let go of the moment that life makes you hold/ To measure the meaning can make you delay/ It's time you stopped thinking, and wasting the day/ The man who's a dreamer and never takes leave/ Who think of a world that is just make-believe/ Will never know passion, will never know pain/ Who sits by the window will one day see rain/ The greatest adventure is what lies ahead...."

Elrond's voice faded and for a moment he kept on listening to the sound of the Princelings deep breathing. Hushed, and comforted.

End of part 5


Translation: Tiru vantel ar varyuvantel I Valar! - May the Valar protect you!

Lyrics at the End are from the Rankin-Bass animated film of The Hobbit.