Chapter 12
Authors notes:- Sorry it's a short chapter!!!!! Thanks again for the reviews. Brighten up my day they do!!
The hobbits ran through the trees very anxious about their friends. Frodo was going as fast as his little legs would go, behind him the other three hobbits tried to keep up. Caryarn was easily keeping pace. Suddenly Frodo cried out and tripped over. The other three skidded to a halt. Frodo turned round to see what he had tripped over.
"Gimli!" he cried. He looked around.
"Gandalf, Aragorn!" The hobbits quickly knelt down next to their friends. Caryarn joined them.
"They are alive. Pippin, Merry run back and find Elinar and the healers." The two youngest hobbits turned and ran. Caryarn examined the three. They had scratches on them like the five elves of the patrol party but most were superficial. Apart from bumps on the head they appeared to be uninjured.
'Why would those creatures kill the elves so horribly but leave these three alive?' he wondered. 'Unless they were searching for something and had found it.Legolas!'
Frodo jumped when Caryarn suddenly jumped to his feet and cried out.
"Legolas!" The elf looked terrified as he searched the clearing.
"What is it?" Sam asked from his position by Aragorn. The elf ignored him and continued searching. Suddenly he stopped and picked up something.
"No no no no!" he muttered turning to face the hobbits holding Legolas's knives. Suddenly the branches parted and the two youngest hobbits reappeared followed by several elves. Two healers quickly knelt by the unconscious forms. Caryarn quickly went up to Elinar and showed him the knives. Elinar's face paled.
"Take them back to the palace, make them comfortable. Tell Brusal that we are going after Taket. He has Legolas. Tell him we need as many warriors as he can give us." The healers nodded and with the other elves help they carried the three back to the palace. The hobbits quickly followed.
** Thranduil was annoyed. 'How dare these people come into my home and cause so much disruption!' he thought angrily as he marched through the halls towards his study. He was going to get rid of them and send his son on an assignment to the outer borders for a few years where hopefully he would not disrupt palace life so much. As he approached the door he saw Brusal coming towards him from the opposite direction. He sighed.
"What is it? I have many things of great importance to do. In case you have forgotten it is my wedding in a month." He demanded impatiently.
"My lord five elves have been murdered. They were part of a patrol in the southern reaches." Brusal said wearily. The darkness was rising again. Taket was growing stronger. There was going to be more news like this to deliver soon he knew it. Elves murdered, elves disappearing. Hadn't this realm suffered enough?
"By the Valor!" Thranduil swore. "Search the area. Arrange war parties to conduct sweeps. No one is to leave the palace unescorted." He sighed tired of reciting these actions again and again. "Have the families been informed?" Brusal nodded. "They have." Thranduil nodded. "Assemble the lords and warrior captains." Brusal nodded and hurried off. Thranduil turned to look at his study door. The wedding would have to wait and he walked away.
** Lord Elrond sat in his study watching his twin sons duel his book forgotten in his lap. The outcome would be the same. A draw. He smiled and stood up putting his book back on the shelf and made his way down to the gardens.
"My lord" a voice called. Glorfindel. The elven lord hurried up to Elrond.
"A message from Mirkwood. The fellowship is resting there before planning to return to here."
"A wise choice. They will be in much need of rest." Elrond continued towards the gardens followed by the elven lord.
"I wonder how Prince Legolas took the news of King Thranduil's impending marriage?" Elrond asked. Glorfindel rolled his eyes and Elrond chuckled.
"What would you say to a trip to Mirkwood? We have been invited to the wedding and I know Arwen is desperately wanting to see Estel." Elrond said.
"I would like it very much." Glorfindel declared.
"Need I remind you that you are to be on your best behaviour? No arguments with a certain elven lord." Elrond commented lightly with a raised eyebrow.
"Nay or you with a certain wood elf king!" The duo laughed as they continued to the gardens.
Authors notes:- Sorry it's a short chapter!!!!! Thanks again for the reviews. Brighten up my day they do!!
The hobbits ran through the trees very anxious about their friends. Frodo was going as fast as his little legs would go, behind him the other three hobbits tried to keep up. Caryarn was easily keeping pace. Suddenly Frodo cried out and tripped over. The other three skidded to a halt. Frodo turned round to see what he had tripped over.
"Gimli!" he cried. He looked around.
"Gandalf, Aragorn!" The hobbits quickly knelt down next to their friends. Caryarn joined them.
"They are alive. Pippin, Merry run back and find Elinar and the healers." The two youngest hobbits turned and ran. Caryarn examined the three. They had scratches on them like the five elves of the patrol party but most were superficial. Apart from bumps on the head they appeared to be uninjured.
'Why would those creatures kill the elves so horribly but leave these three alive?' he wondered. 'Unless they were searching for something and had found it.Legolas!'
Frodo jumped when Caryarn suddenly jumped to his feet and cried out.
"Legolas!" The elf looked terrified as he searched the clearing.
"What is it?" Sam asked from his position by Aragorn. The elf ignored him and continued searching. Suddenly he stopped and picked up something.
"No no no no!" he muttered turning to face the hobbits holding Legolas's knives. Suddenly the branches parted and the two youngest hobbits reappeared followed by several elves. Two healers quickly knelt by the unconscious forms. Caryarn quickly went up to Elinar and showed him the knives. Elinar's face paled.
"Take them back to the palace, make them comfortable. Tell Brusal that we are going after Taket. He has Legolas. Tell him we need as many warriors as he can give us." The healers nodded and with the other elves help they carried the three back to the palace. The hobbits quickly followed.
** Thranduil was annoyed. 'How dare these people come into my home and cause so much disruption!' he thought angrily as he marched through the halls towards his study. He was going to get rid of them and send his son on an assignment to the outer borders for a few years where hopefully he would not disrupt palace life so much. As he approached the door he saw Brusal coming towards him from the opposite direction. He sighed.
"What is it? I have many things of great importance to do. In case you have forgotten it is my wedding in a month." He demanded impatiently.
"My lord five elves have been murdered. They were part of a patrol in the southern reaches." Brusal said wearily. The darkness was rising again. Taket was growing stronger. There was going to be more news like this to deliver soon he knew it. Elves murdered, elves disappearing. Hadn't this realm suffered enough?
"By the Valor!" Thranduil swore. "Search the area. Arrange war parties to conduct sweeps. No one is to leave the palace unescorted." He sighed tired of reciting these actions again and again. "Have the families been informed?" Brusal nodded. "They have." Thranduil nodded. "Assemble the lords and warrior captains." Brusal nodded and hurried off. Thranduil turned to look at his study door. The wedding would have to wait and he walked away.
** Lord Elrond sat in his study watching his twin sons duel his book forgotten in his lap. The outcome would be the same. A draw. He smiled and stood up putting his book back on the shelf and made his way down to the gardens.
"My lord" a voice called. Glorfindel. The elven lord hurried up to Elrond.
"A message from Mirkwood. The fellowship is resting there before planning to return to here."
"A wise choice. They will be in much need of rest." Elrond continued towards the gardens followed by the elven lord.
"I wonder how Prince Legolas took the news of King Thranduil's impending marriage?" Elrond asked. Glorfindel rolled his eyes and Elrond chuckled.
"What would you say to a trip to Mirkwood? We have been invited to the wedding and I know Arwen is desperately wanting to see Estel." Elrond said.
"I would like it very much." Glorfindel declared.
"Need I remind you that you are to be on your best behaviour? No arguments with a certain elven lord." Elrond commented lightly with a raised eyebrow.
"Nay or you with a certain wood elf king!" The duo laughed as they continued to the gardens.