Ok, so nothing is really known about Erestor, but I wanted to include him
so I kinda made up a bit but since you all know nothing other that what I
do, it should not matter. The main knowledge of him is about the fact that
he was not a supporter of the whole destruction of the Ring and wanted it
to be hidden, with the help of that creepy dude! Tom someone (couldn't be
bothered looking it up)
LOL, I like Elrohir! And it is really obvious in this chapter with some of his lines and whatnot! Lol.
Umm, this is kinda a boring chapter but it is needed in order to set up a few more of the key characters and a little more into the mind of the main ones. Oh, in reply to a reviewer, I think it was Vana Everyoung, this will be a long story - well, mid length. I just had this really good idea for the epilogue so I thought I would write it else I forgot when the time came! Lol.
Once again, sorry if it is a little boring, but I think it was needed.
OH!!!! AND A WORD OF ADVICE: take note of everything in this chapter! It comes back to bit people in the ass next chapter and there is a few tell tail signs of something to happen next chapter!!! *****
The Eaters of the Dead
Chapter Three
Emotions of the Past
*****
When Estel had finally caught up with the two Elves, he found them walking in silence and, if possible, both behaving in a 'just and proper manner'. The only conclusion that the young man could draw due to this change of appearance was the fact that they were about to round the corner to the dining hall. From where they were they could already hear the bustle of excitement excreting from the large room, suggesting the proceedings of the night were well underway.
Table upon table lined the hall, each back to back with another and lined with seats from head to foot. The room was brightly lit with hundreds of candles; each finely made for such an occasion and small, oil fueled lanterns flickered from their fixed positions on the sides of the wall. The aroma of both cooked and fresh food alike drifted through the air, reaching the noses of the three companions that stood at the doorway, looking in. All in all, the room would have had a lovely, tranquil effect if it were not for the many people that crowed the space, or the judgmental glare that Legolas could feel on him from across the room; obviously Culdôr.
Leaning over, Elrohir whispered into Legolas' ear, making sure to keep his voice loud enough so not to leave Estel out, "I said it once, and I say it again; this shall be interesting!"
Frowning and gently lashing out to hit the Rivendell Elf across the shoulder, Estel cast a look in Legolas' direction. "Elrohir! Stop it! You will make him nervous!"
"Both of you stop it!" Legolas hissed between clenched teeth, trying not to laugh at the way the young human scolded his centuries older foster brother. "Come, let us please Culdôr - or at least try."
Nodding their agreement, all three moved silently into the hall, making sure to bow to all the important people that they came across; acting in the right and proper ways of nobility.
Leading Legolas to the head table, Elrohir paid careful attention in sending Culdôr his most dazzling and rather immature smile, just to see the reaction the elder Elf had to such an act of indecency. At the look of demur that was returned, Elrohir felt as if he had accomplished something and, with his head high, he continued to lead his human brother and their guest to their seats.
"Ah," at voice said from behind the trio, "I was starting to fear that my little twin had lead you both astray!" Elladan teased as he came up smiling.
"Would I ever?" Elrohir questioned, a look of pure and yet completely forged innocence on his face. Needless to say that the looks that he received from his company put a stop to any other protests that he may have had on the subject. Raising his eyebrows and turning away, Elrohir swiftly changed the subject, "so, Legolas I do believe that you are to be seated to the left of me, and Estel, you are next to him. Elladan, you are on the other side of father."
Nodding his agreement, Legolas moved in the direction of his seat, knowing that Elrohir had always been the one to organize anything and everything within his jurisdiction.
Taking a seat, Legolas looked about him in interest. As usual, Elrohir had done a marvelous job at keeping him separate from the other Mirkwood Elves; Culdôr was two seats down from Elladan and on the opposite side of the table, Dúelen was on his left, while Rastur was opposite him. Gilnen was seated next to Elladan. The two had become friends on Legolas' last visit over an unseemly bet that, surprisingly enough, was won by Elrohir by complete accident.
Pleased with the arrangements thus far, Legolas saw that, sitting in front of where Elrond was to be seated was Glorfindel, in front of Elrohir was Galdor, from the havens, and yet the seat in front of him was yet to be filled.
Inclining his head to his dinner companions, Legolas turned to Estel who had taken his seat next to him. "When will the Lord Elrond be arriving?" Legolas asked, his eyes full of a sudden curiosity that Estel could not explain.
"He will be here soon," Estel smiled, "why do you ask?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Legolas looked around the room idly, "no reason, 'tis just been a long time since I have last seen him."
The noise of a chair scrapping over the floor brought Legolas' eyes to the position in front of him, and, at whom he saw sitting down before him, his smile widened to one of pure joy. "Erestor!"
"Legolas, my friend, it feels as if it has been forever!" Erestor exclaimed, his own smile reaching his ears and eyes. Leaning over to lock arms with the younger Elf in a warrior's embrace, he looked the other up and down in a rather fatherly manner. "You look well - much better then last time!"
Legolas smiled his agreement and nodded his head slightly ere turning the conversation and leaving Estel to wonder about his father's advisors statement. "It has been forever, Erestor, how goes all with you and yours?"
Feeling that he should leave the two Elves to catch up in private, Estel stood and went to crouch down beside Elrohir who was busily talking with Elladan and Gilnen about the Mirkwood Elves journey. Politely cutting in, Estel asked the question that had been plaguing him for quite some time.
"So, how do you all know Legolas?"
All three turned to him with a slight questioning look and yet no one said anything. After a few moments of silence, Estel once again spoke, asking another question, "Erestor said something about Legolas looking better this time that last, what happened last time he was here?"
Elrohir looked from Elladan to Gilnen, then back to Estel. "You would have been too young to remember," he said quietly and with a sense of wistfulness.
"Then tell me!" Estel pressed, wanting to know what had happened.
"A long time before you were born," Elrohir started to explain, "and before our mother went over the sea, Legolas came to live here -"
"Well," Gilnen interrupted, "he was more sent here by Culdôr than anything.'
"True," Elladan agreed ere he continued, "it was Culdôr's belief that Legolas should be taught the ways of war and weaponry by Glorfindel and schooled by our mother, father and Erestor."
"It was basically a foster arrangement," Elrohir offered at the baffled look on Estel's face. Nodding his understanding, Estel waited for them to continue.
"As it turned out," Elladan went on, "Legolas loved it here-"
"Which infuriated Culdôr!" Elrohir again interrupted.
"Look," Elladan said while turning to his younger brother with a smile, "if you want to tell this you can, but otherwise keep quiet for ten seconds!" his words were said with a well trained forged malice, and yet his eyes could not hide his joke, so Elrohir merely poked out his tongue and waved his brother on with his right hand.
"As I was saying, he liked it here and was quick to learn all that we had to offer. When Culdôr found out that he was doing well and not pining over his home, he twisted Thranduil into calling Legolas home."
"I believe that this is where I come into the story telling time," Gilnen said after Elladan had looked to him to take over. "As it turned out, Legolas missed it here so much that he was upset for years. That was when the prince started to run into a few problems; he was always pale, sick and, if at all possible, weak. Some said that he was dying of grief, and so he was given the job of envoy to our allies in hopes of lifting his spirits by traveling."
"But it did him no good," Elrohir cut in again, this time purposefully to annoy Elladan who took a swipe at the younger Lord. Ducking, Elrohir managed to avoid any serious harm yet was not spared from the glare that his twin sent him.
"After many years," Gilnen continued, conveniently ignoring the two, "I do believe that it was about two years before you were born, Legolas deteriorate rapidly. We did not know what to do, so, we brought him back here and placed him under the watchful eyes of Lord Elrond."
"And that is how he came to be here when you were brought to us," Elrohir filled in the blanks.
Allowing himself a moment to sort out all the new information in his head, Estel found that there was still one thing that did not fit quite right. "So why did Legolas like it so much here?"
It was Elrohir that chose to answer that one, and, sending a quick look over to the blond Elf taking with the chief advisor of Rivendell, he said, "Elrond became like a father to him, a father that he had never had before."
Taking his turn to cut into Elrohir's recital, Gilnen thought it best if he finished the tale. "Thranduil was always more interested in the ways of state and profitable gain then his son. Also, Legolas is," looking over at the Elf in question, he smiled briefly before turning his eyes back to Estel's, "looking at Legolas is like his mother looking into a mirror. The resemblance is uncanny and I think that that was what coxed Thranduil into pushing his only son away as Legolas' mother died in childbirth."
Finally seeing how everything fit into place, Estel just nodded. He could not help but feel sorry for the prince, even though he knew that Legolas would not want his pity, but it must have been hard growing up alone and with no one there for him. Legolas' question about when Elrond would get there would have due to the Lord's father like status to the Elf and Erestor would have been referring to the state in which Legolas was brought back to Rivendell before he himself was there.
"So the argument that you mentioned before, Elrohir, the one between Legolas, Culdôr and father was really the two against Culdôr?"
"Of course!" Elladan almost shrieked, "father hates that Elf and you know that he is not one to hate someone for no reason!"
"What was it over?" Estel asked, thoroughly intrigued by this new found information.
Elrohir looked to Elladan and then back to Gilnen again, both who merely shrugged.
"We may as well tell him," Elladan muttered, "his is likely to hear more on the subject tomorrow at the council so we may as well make sure that he hears the truth."
Nodding his agreement, Elrohir started to explain. "Once again you would have been too young to remember, but after Legolas came here for the second time, Culdôr came back demanding that Legolas return home and to his duties as Mirkwood's diplomat. None of us wanted the prince to leave and neither did he so it resulted in a argument that will go down in history - even we got involved!" he added for emphasis while motioning to his brother and himself. "In the end, Culdôr practically dragged Legolas out of here, threatening to renounce his crown - which Legolas told him to take!"
"Which, mind you," Gilnen supplemented, "did not go down well with his father."
"And that was the last time that we ever saw him, until now and this is on apparent business that he will not even tell us about." Elladan finished the tale off and left Estel with more to think about then before. If Legolas had told Culdôr to take his crown, why did he still get taken back, and just who was Culdôr to be able to threaten such an act?
The young man was about to ask about this Culdôr again when he saw the head of his father over the crowd and coming into the hall. Leaving his questioning for later, the man rose and moved back to his seat to find Legolas and Erestor still talking of the old days. The prince greeted him with a warm smile as he sat, and, settling for watching the two Elves converse, Estel felt no need to break the conversation.
As Elrond came into the hall and rounded the table to his seat, he smiled down at the back of the busily talking prince of Mirkwood, and standing behind him until the prince realized that he had company, he exchanged amused looks with Glorfindel. He could see that down the other end of the table, Culdôr was glaring up at the prince for not noticing the entrance of the Lord of the house, and it was with a slight snarl and upturned lip that Elrond met the other Elf's eyes.
Feeling eyes on the back of his neck, Legolas spun around to be greeted by a smiling Elrond. Rising quickly to his feet, Legolas smiled and extended his hand to the Lord, only to find it brushed aside and him being pulled into a friendly embrace.
"How are you fairing, Legolas?" Elrond asked quietly while squeezing the thin blond Elf.
"I am good, Lord Elrond!" Legolas replied while returning the squeeze, "it does me good to see you again."
Pushing the archer back, Elrond held him by the shoulders and looked him over, much the same way as Erestor had a few minutes ago. "You look well and that is good, little prince," he said with a smile that was mirrored by Legolas' own. Elrond was the only one that he could stand calling him 'little prince' as, for some reason, when Elrond said it, it was more out of love then a taunt or way of reprimand that Culdôr would use. "We must talk after dinner!" Elrond announced and Legolas merely nodded his agreement to the offer.
Letting the younger Elf go, Elrond squeezed Estel's shoulder and smiled down at him ere moving to his seat and greeting his two biological sons.
"My prince," a voice called and Legolas looked across the table to see a dark haired Elf sitting there and offering his hand. Reaching out and shaking it, Legolas concluded that this Elf must be a warrior and more skilled with a sword then bow by the strength in his arm and his slightly calloused hand. "I am Arlhach, a border guard of Rivendell. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Smiling at the Elf, Legolas was somewhat unsure of what to say to this perfect stranger, and, Erestor, seeing this, came to Legolas' aid.
"Arlhach here is a student of mine," he said, supplying Legolas with a little more information on the mystery Elf.
"Erestor talks of your greatness in debate as if it were a Valar sent," Arlhach said with a smile, "I have long wanted to meet you to see if the rumors were true."
Smiling and giving Erestor a questioning look, Legolas poured himself a goblet of wine and offered it around the table. "Erestor, I hear, also has a knack for blowing simple things out of proportion, so do not be quick to believe everything that he says!" His statement caused a laugh from the Elf in mention, as well as Arlhach and Estel.
"So, will I have the honor of seeing you in action this visit?" the border guard asked, his eyes dancing with a joy that Legolas found encouraging. At least he obviously loved what he did; what he was being taught and the prince was almost glad to reply.
"I am afraid that that is a yes," Legolas informed the Elf, who, at the affirmation of his question, smiled even larger.
"And here was I thinking that you were afraid of nothing!" Elrohir quickly butted in, having only caught the last part of the conversation. "I must remember to tell Elladan to stop telling my innocent and gullible ears such lies!"
Shaking his head, Legolas could not hide his amusement. The youngest of the twins was by far the person that he would label his best friend, even above Gilnen and the prince relished the fact that Elrohir could always make him laugh, even in the worst of situations. From the merry chucking that floated across the table, Legolas also got a sense that, given the chance to know him, he might find friendship with this new study of Erestor's.
"What innocence, my young Lord?" Erestor questioned with a smirk, "I was under good impressions that you lost that at the very moment you were born - though, come to think of it, I do believe that 'twas Elladan that told me that one too!"
"I heard that!" a voice called from further up the table, unmistakably Elladan's, and sent the five talking Elves into a fit of laughter.
"My point is proven! I say no more!" Elrohir said while raising his hands and smiling cheekily at the ones sitting near him.
"That would be the day!" Elladan called down again, obviously now listening to the group's conversation.
Elrond merely shook his head at his son's and friends as they laughed heartily again. Even if he had wanted to, he would not have had the heart to put a stop to the banter that they always engaged in - besides, it had been a long time since he had seen the blond Elf that he thought of as a son so happy.
Taking another sip of his wine, Legolas looked around the tables, seeing Elves that he recognized from his last visits and some that he did not. Looking down the table, he was pleased to see that Culdôr had turned to eating his diner in silence and given up glaring at the laughing prince and that Gilnen was now engrossed in conversation with Elladan. Sweeping his eyes back up the table, he was not at all surprised to find that Rastur's gaze was locked onto him, his dark eyes taking in every movement and missing nothing. Even though it was not as surprising to find him watching him, Legolas still found it above suspicious and rather disturbing, but, while in the company of Culdôr and Dúelen there was nothing that he could do on the subject that would not bring their wrath down on his head.
Turning his mind from such disturbing thoughts, Legolas sat back and listened to the friendly banter that was exchanged around the table, feeling like, for once, he fit in and had a place.
*****
Walking out of the hall with Estel, the twins, Gilnen and Arlhach, Legolas felt at ease and happy. Stifling a yawn, the prince of Mirkwood bid good night to the twins and his traveling companion as they made their way off to their bed chambers.
Walking down the halls, Legolas and Estel listened to the quiet chatter of Arlhach as he filled them in on what had been happening on the borders and the lands surrounding Rivendell. When the time came for them to part ways, Arlhach gave Legolas a sweeping bow ere he took his leave, blending into the night like one could a mist covered moor.
"Now, my friend, I must take leave of you," Legolas stated formally, "I am off to reassure your father of my wellbeing."
"Lots of luck to you!" Estel replied with a smile, finally understanding why Legolas would be doing such a thing. "He has a way of worrying no matter how much you prove," he offered with a grin before he turned and slowly made his way down one of the long halls.
Turning and heading for Elrond's study, Legolas took his time, enjoying the way that the air flowed freely though the great halls of the Last Homely House. It was so different to Mirkwood and her darkened woods. Thranduil had long since moved their kingdom into the side of a hill, making the chambers stretch underground so to provide safety from the evils that lurked at every bend. Even though the palace was aired and the ceiling high, Legolas could not help but feel a sense of claustrophobia set in when in his own home, especially after spending so much time in this open place.
Inhaling one last gulp of the fresh air, the prince of Mirkwood knocked on the large doors to Elrond's study and when he heard the Lord grant his entrance, Legolas opened the door and went in, ready to prove to his father by choice that he was fine.
*****
Hours had passed since he had retired to his rooms and still Estel could not sleep. He had heard Legolas return about an hour after he himself had entered his rooms and he wondered how the Elf was fairing. It was not what he feared what Elrond might do or say, but the fact that, in all probability, Legolas would have had to bring up painful memories of the past so Elrond could come to his conclusion on the prince's wellbeing.
Sighing slightly, he rose from his bed and pulled an old cloak around his shoulders. Moving over to his door, he opened it and moved across the hallway silently.
Knocking softly on the door of the prince so not to disturb him if he was asleep, Estel was rather surprised to find the door open in a matter of moments, revealing the still dressed prince.
Stepping aside to allow the human entrance to his rooms, Legolas noticed Estel's worried gaze and smiled at him, trying to ease his mind as he shut the door.
"Have you not slept?" Estel asked, the concern evident in his voice and touching the Elf in a way that made him automatically smile. It was not like most people to ask after him, the only questions that he was asked where how to better expand someone's kingdom with minimal financial expense or something of the like. It was nice to know that someone cared after his wellbeing and not who he was or what he was good at. That was why he felt such fondness towards Elrond and the way that he fathered him like one should their child.
"I could ask the same about you!" Legolas pointed out with a smile, "but nay, I have not slept." Seeing Estel's concern heighten, the Elf merely chuckled and started to walk towards the balcony, "I am fine, just not tired. I do not tire like you humans - you should know that! But come, enough of this, 'tis a lovely night so and I would be honored if you would join me on the balcony."
Thinking that it would be a lovely idea, Estel followed him out and took the same seat that he had been sitting in earlier that evening. Looking out over the railing, Estel was struck with the beauty that Rivendell supplied once again. He had lived there all his life and yet he was still not used to the way that everything seemed to have a place and a duty, binding the small haven closely together and making it perfect.
The lanterns from earlier that night still burned in the trees, this time standing out more in the lack of light. Further away through the woods, larger fires could be seen, obviously used by those on border watch, and off to the right one could see the lights of other rooms adjacent to the Homely House. The waterfall that ran under the marble balcony reflected the lights in the trees and the stars on its gushing surface, while the white froth was beautifully highlighted by the random streak of phosphorus. The bank provided a home to clusters of buzzing fireflies, their little golden and sliver tails lighting their position like miniature stars fallen to earth while creating lines of light in their wake as they fluttered here and there, some even on the balcony and flying around the pair that sat in silence.
Looking over to his companion, Estel wondered what was going through Legolas' mind. The Elf was a strange one, always so serious and yet so lighthearted and playful at times that it would seem that he was a completely different person. Deciding to break the comfortable silence, Estel sighed and licked his lips. "Why did you not ask me what I wanted at the door?" He asked the Elf that sat before him, the moon and the small bugs illuminating the gold of his hair and making the silver of his tunic seem real.
Looking over at the young human, Legolas smiled and gave a little chuckle. "Of course you would be too young to remember." He said ere looking back out at the fire-lit night. "When you were little and I was still here, you would come into my room at night if you had a nightmare. You were quite the adventurous little one, always wandering here and there and getting into trouble - half the time me with you." The Elf stopped to laugh and looked over at the man, showing that it was not of a serious manner.
"You would come into my room to play with my hair or ears, 'twas the only thing that would calm you down! No matter how hard Elrohir, Elladan or even Elrond tried, you would not go to them, only me." Offering Estel another smile, Legolas concluded, "so I was not surprised when you came in here tonight."
"I remember some of that," Estel confirmed, "but not all. I do recall coming here a lot, and sitting with you on this very balcony. You were different - to all the other Elves. You had time for me and I loved you for that. You would always make the time to play a game, or just sit there with me and not worry about anyone else. Elladan and Elrohir were great as well, but they were busy learning things of state and importance so they often did not have time for me, but you, you always did."
"It was good to have someone need me for other purposes then to work out a matter that, to them seemed complex but was really the work of a simpleton if they but opened their eyes." Legolas confessed.
Slipping back into comfortable silence, the two just sat there and watched the night unfold and run its course. The moon moved across the sky, its path easily kept track of by the two using its reflection in the ever running water. Most of the lights to the right were snuffed out, the room's occupants obviously turning in for the night and retreating to the world of Elven dreams.
Looking once again to his friend, Estel asked out of the blue, "what do you want, Legolas?"
Turning quickly and giving the human an inquiring look, the Elf knotted his brow in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Estel started, "do not be offended, but Elrohir, Elladan and Gilnen told me about what happened.before I was brought here," Estel paused to get the others consent.
"I figured as much, by the way that you asked after me at the door with your eyes," Legolas said to put the man's heart at ease, "and it is alright, you would have found out sooner or later, and I am just glad that 'twas they that told you."
Nodding slightly, Estel went on with his explanation of his question. "Well, if you ask me, which I know you didn't, but it just seems that it was not just your father's neglect that made you ill."
"And what makes you think that, young one?" Legolas questioned without a hint of malice in his voice, obviously willing to hear the others point of view on the situation.
"Well, you come across as independent, so I feel that such lack of watchfulness would have suited you. And then there is the fact that you are always saying that it is good to be needed for some other purpose then for your famed diplomatic skills, so I guess I just thought that maybe you are not doing what you want to do, but what others want."
A long pause followed, and Estel was in no mind to hurry the prince with his answer. When, at last, Legolas did speak, the Elf had his head turned up towards the sky, the stars lighting the small yet sad smile that played upon his face.
"For a human," he said softly, "you are very perceptive."
"So I am right?" Estel asked, rather surprised at that fact and that the prince admitted it.
"Yes, you are right," was the concise reply.
"So, what do you want to do, Legolas, if not this, then what? What would make you happy?"
"Happy?" the Elf asked, letting out a sigh, "I am happy, I just know that I could be happier. As to what I want, you would laugh!"
"Try me!"
Looking down at the young man, Legolas saw nothing but sincerity in his eyes which was quite a welcome change. "Alright," the Elf said, "I would like to write. To travel Middle-Earth and record what I see. I like the life of a warrior and I feel that there is no need to change that, but I am sick of solving everyone else's' problems, especially when they are so foolish. I would hope that I would always do the right thing and help those in need, but I see no righteousness in aiding a tyrant in taxing his workers further so he may live in squander. And so I would like to write. I have no wish to be a bard or anything of the sort, but just to paint what I see with words so that others may benefit and find joy in the things in life that they may never get the chance to look upon for themselves." Letting out another sigh and turning his gaze back to the stars, Legolas closed his eyes, allowing the gentle touch of the water-vapor filled water caress his face and the light of the fires and fireflies dance behind his closed eye-lids. "Do you think me a fool?"
"No, not a fool, nor a dreamer," Estel stated surly and sternly, "Earlier this afternoon you offered me some of the best advice that I have ever been given, and now it is my turn to return the favor. I would think you a fool if you did not do it. Stop what you are doing and do as you please, not what others want."
""Tis easier said then done, my friend," Legolas said solemnly.
"If that was not the case then where would the challenge lie?" Estel questioned with a contagious smirk. Both looked to each other and smiled, glad that they were able to open up to one another without fear of ridicule. Neither was a stranger of being left out or not fitting in and both were glad that they had finally found someone who understood them for their thoughts and dreams and not laughed it off as being folly.
"Come," Estel said while standing up and offering a hand to the prince, "walk with me."
Taking the offered hand, Legolas stifled another yawn that did not go unmissed by Estel. "Or maybe I shall escort the prince to bed!" He said with a high and mightily look upon his face, as if it were the most important job in the world, while giving a slight bow and offering his arm to the Elf. Puffing his chest out and putting his nose ridiculously high in the air, Estel tried to keep a straight face as he waited for Legolas to take his arm.
Giving into the laughter that wanted to break through, Legolas took the humans arm and allowed the man to escort him to the side of his bed while trying to school his face back into that of an undefined emotion.
"My Lord," Estel said while dropping his hand and pulling down the corner of the bed. Reaching around and taking the Elf's arm again, he helped him sit on the edge of the bed and knelt to aid the Elf in the removal of his boots. Once that job was done, he held the blankets up high enough so Legolas, still clothed in his dining tunic, could slip in under the blankets with ease. Pulling the dyed fabric over the Elf's shoulders and tucking it in slightly around the thin body, Estel whispered, "I remember when you used to do this to me - escort me to bed and tuck me in!"
"I wondered where I knew this from," Legolas chuckled while Estel fluffed up the other pillow.
Allowing his face to once again go impassive and yet snobby, Estel looked down his nose at the prince, and, turning his voice deeper, said, "sleep well, my prince," causing Legolas' shoulders to once again shake with silent laughter.
Walking over to the door, still looking self important, Estel opened it silently and, pausing just enough to look back at his friend he exited the room only to pop his head in a second later and say, "you were the perfect prince - Culdôr would be proud!"
Resisting the urge to throw a pillow at Estel's head, Legolas settled for poking his tongue out in a sign of immaturity, causing both to laugh.
"Sleep well, Legolas," Estel chuckled out while pulling the door closed behind him.
Deciding to still go for his walk, Estel aimlessly wandered the corridors of the Homely House, admiring everything that he passed as if it were his first sighting. Coming to the end of a hall that lead to the round, first room of the House, Estel paused in his walking, listening to the wind for what he thought were voices.
Having his suspicions proved right, he crept along the hall, wanting to know what was happening and who was up at such a time. As he got closer, he was able to identify one voice as that of Erestor, his father's chief advisor, and yet the other voice was alien to him. Risking a peek around the corner, he saw that it was the dark-haired Elf that Legolas had arrived with.
"I see you came with him," Erestor stated, "then it is going well?"
"Aye," the other replied, "though I do not know what this will achieve."
"It is what he asks, so it should not be questioned," Erestor bit out, his voice not harsh but commanding.
"But the prince suspects something. 'Tis not easy you know, what he asks! Not without being caught or drawing attention."
"And he is grateful for what you are doing, and glad to see that it is working. But you must keep to your pledge!"
"I have no intention of breaking it," the other said firmly, "I am just warning you to tell him that it is getting harder to do as he asks, especially with *them* around him."
"Just do the best you can, that is all he asks."
Bowing slightly, the Mirkwood Elf replied, "and that is what I shall do," ere he turned on his heels and walked down the corridor to the left of the pair which Estel knew housed his room. Erestor looked after him, a look of worry on his face, and, turning around himself, started to walk in the direction of Estel.
Biting his lip and moving as quickly as he could while still being silent, Estel hurried around the corner and into the hall that lead to his own room. Upon reaching the door, he opened it silently, hoping not to disturb Legolas should he make too much noise, and stepped inside.
Leaning his back against the wooden door and exhaling a deep sigh of relief, he made his way over to the bed. Discarding the cloak that he wore, he slipped back under the covers, his mind racing with the words that he had just heard and what their meaning could be. Knowing that whatever it was about, it somehow seemed to involve Legolas, he vowed to keep an eye on that other Elf and maybe even tell the twins so that they may help him look out for the prince. It was worrying to know that whatever was happening included Erestor as, to Estel as well as all of Rivendell, the advisor was well liked and greatly respected - never even thought of being capable of a betrayal.
Knowing that he would find no sleep that night, Estel just stared out of the large window at the twinkling stars and thought of possible ways to protect his new friend, as well as get him to do what he wanted with his own life.
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Tbc.
Hehehe, ok, I got a little sidetracked, but this was kinda necessary. I mean, as I said before, it may have been boring, but it set up a lot of the key players, some background, and a little bit of political intrigue to balance out the graphic violence that will come once I get them on their way - which won't be next chapter but the one after that (in theory).
Anyway, I hope you are still enjoying this and I promise that the niceness will not last for to much longer - I was actually rather surprised at myself - it has been three chapters and I have yet to hurt anyone and I have been doing a lot of 'pretty' detail and descriptions! It's odd - two worlds colliding!
BUT, as next chapter is written (I am making sure to have the next chapter written before I post) I can safely tell you that we have a nice little fight scene, a bit of Elf pain, lots of confusion and an arguing council that puts the real 'Council of Elrond' to shame! Lol, all next post. . .
Reply to Reviews:
Legolaslover: I am glad that you found it funny! Elrohir will provide a LOT of comic relief as the story gets darker! Lol, and I like your idea of Rastur's problem! More on this subject at the end.
Yours Truly: Yeah, good idea to wait for the movie as my story is in first person and telling exactly what happens! Lol. Glad you had a good little trip.
I am also glad that you liked all that I updated! *big smile* and sorry about the cliff hangers, but, hey, you are co-writing with me now so you should know what I am like! Lol. And you do the twin's interaction with Legolas fine - hey, that is half what our story is about, is it not? Lol and no, I did not know who it was! lol
Camlost: soon enough for you? I was going to do a post every week (on my Saturday) but this story is writing itself so I have the next chapter done and I thought, 'why the hell not?' And thank you for the comment that it is worth loving - I do try to please! Lol.
LittleSpacedemon: again with the funny! Well, this is a little more serious (though I was half drunk when I wrote the ending bit with Legolas and Aragorn! Lol) and so is the next chapter - that means that we are actually getting to the important stuff!
Eddie-Uwnhai: I am glad that I can still shock people! I do believe that my friend (who is looking up writing agents for me at this very moment - he is slightly obsessive!) likes to call it 'being versatile!' Lol. I do legal studies but other then that I am a political dummy and I have never debated in my life, so I am just stumbling my way through (wait until next chapter!) so I am glad that it does sound diplomatic.
Umm, the change is rather a new thing and mainly happened as - lets face it - there are not all too many ways to hurt Legolas without killing him and many more people have taken up the 'sadistic and hurt the main character' thing now, so I am not as original and openly shocking! Lol. So I thought it was time for a change (that way, people will get used to this style and then I will come back, guns a blazing with some new sadistic thing and shock everybody again! *evil grin*) but what do you mean 'it is good?' *glares at you for what Minka has drawn as the conclusion from that*
As for the 13th warrior into Lord of the Rings, it is rather simple actually. First you must take a banana and a blender, then you mix them with a little water and a few drops of petrol. Set it on fire and allow it to warm the room as you shake the characters out of both books which you them insert into a special design 'insert a character (copywrite and in an upcoming story of mine!)' computer! Lol, as if I am going to tell you yet! You will just have to keep reading!
Gwyndolen Rhionne: (hehe, I just copied and pasted this time!) and is this soon enough for you?? I make sure that the chapter after the one that I am posting is finished before putting the current one up. That way, if I fall behind due to Real Life I have an emergency chapter that I can put up sometime in the week.
Take your time with the RR as I think we are dead anyway! But soon, when computer gets completely fixed (put in too many characters in the 'insert a character' slot! Lol) I will MAKE everyone become alive - even if I have to turn into Christ and resurrect them myself! Lol
Vana Everyoung:I am sorry that it was still a cliffy, but I am trying here, alright! *tries to hide the one that was left for this chapter until she realizes that you have already read it* damn! Now it seems to be a question of Rastur, Culdôr and Erestor and I know it! The connection is -
Wait for it
Wait for it
Wait for it
Their names all end in 'r'! *pokes tongue out* but I am glad that it has you thinking - that is the point. As said up the top - it is going to be a long story (next chapter done and they are still at Rivendell! It actually feels like The fellowship of the Ring! Lol) and MANY Elves are gonna get hurt in this one! Fun fun fun fun fun!
Thank you for pointing out my mistake - I had not even noticed! I went and changed it the moment I read your review, so thank you!
Seriously, I don't have a 'gift'! I only write to keep me from my previous life of child delinquency! LOL! Now that I have started, I would like to write, but before a year or so ago I barely ever put pen to paper - whether it be for school or for entertainment. So there is no great wisdom that I can pass to you, sadly, otherwise, believe me I would!
My muses love technology? I am guessing that you are talking about my bio?! And yes, they are rather fond of it but it could still work. E-mail me and we will try to work something out. Rastur, as said, is talked about down below. . .
Gemstone: 'Tis good to know that I did not bore you with the descriptions! Lol, I thought that they were kinda long winded myself, but that is just me! Lol. The Estel scene was meant to be rather intense, so I am happy that you thought it was - but I did not want it too heart stopping - that happens NEXT chapter! Lol.
I have included Elladan a little more in this - I kinda overlook him for the fact that I like Elrohir but, now that you like him, I have tried to give him equal page space and it is shown next chapter as well. May I ask you a question? Do you just think that Elladan is better or do you think that he is cuter? I mean, personally, I **know** that Elrohir is the cuter of the identical twins (huh? Lol). The thing that gets me is most people that I talk to like Elrohir more and they all agree that he is the hotter of the two, but he is identical to Elladan and there is not even a picture of them anywhere! Lol. *strange, crazed voice* but I know that he is hotter!
Oh, since reading this you will know that Culdôr deserves all that he gets (evil fucker) and all I can say is "what comes around, goes around" to quote someone next chapter ( I JUST finished writing it - that is why I keep referring to it!) Me? Twisted mind? Never! I know that I should take offence to that - but I kinda couldn't be bothered! Lol!!
NOOOO!! No sympathy for Culdôr!!! He is not worthy of it, trust me! As for Gilnen, I am glad that you like him - I do too and I kinda picture him as being rather hot! Lol. Lots more of him - you guessed it - next chapter (lets just say that he gets slightly loose of tongue!) I can also tell you that he will be one of the thirteen to go, so there will be plenty of him, Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir and Estel! As well as some unexpected ones. . .
Rastur. . .
So, the plot thickens.anymore guesses on what Rastur is up to? And what does it have to do with everyone's favorite Rivendell advisor? And just who is this higher 'he' that they are referring to and what is 'his' wants? *rubs hands together* this is so much fun!
The thing about Rastur (and this is what I mean by the story is writing itself) was that I was sure that I had written myself into a nice little corner with spikes that sick out behind me! Lol. You see, I did his character unknowing, and suddenly, by the second chapter he had turned into this really creepy character and I had no idea why. Then, I did not even think about it and then BANG I had an idea (it hurt!) So, he has come out well and I am glad that he has you thinking.
Now, many people have made reference to the fact that I have a 'twisted mind' and that I like to hurt the Elf (Elves) in many ways, and you would all be correct, but let me tell you this one last thing - even the main players in this story are not what the seem. Yes, that is implying a dark, evil and sinister 'I-did-not-see-that-one-coming' twist involving a certain three characters. . .
I will drop more hints along the way, but that is all for this chapter! You will have to wait until next chapter. And since I have talked about it so much, I am going to be kinda and give you a *small* (it is 15 pages without notes so this is only a crumb of what is to come - and it is not good!) preview. .
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"We had a messenger come to Mirkwood, seeking aid in defeating an unknown evil near Ered Luin and I am here to plead with you to give me aid in helping these beings."
Having heard the location, Galdor sat up higher in his seat, leaning in to listen to the Elf a little more closely. It had been many years since he had journey back to his homeland and the thought of something evil assailing it was a disturbing one at that.
"Is it near the Havens?" he asked of the prince.
Turning towards him, Legolas thought it best and safe if he stretched the truth just a little. "Yes," he replied, his lie coming easily to his lips and not affecting anything about him. "It is gradually moving towards our beloved Havens, even as we speak now it is getting closer."
"That is a lie, Legolas!" Culdôr yelled, his voice bouncing off the walls while jumping to his feet before Elrohir had the time to stop him. "Listen not to what he says about the Havens falling under threat. He speaks no truth on the matter and is only seeking to use your lives in order to aid humans!" *****
hehehe, and that was not the worst bit that I could have chosen.
Please review!
Minka.
LOL, I like Elrohir! And it is really obvious in this chapter with some of his lines and whatnot! Lol.
Umm, this is kinda a boring chapter but it is needed in order to set up a few more of the key characters and a little more into the mind of the main ones. Oh, in reply to a reviewer, I think it was Vana Everyoung, this will be a long story - well, mid length. I just had this really good idea for the epilogue so I thought I would write it else I forgot when the time came! Lol.
Once again, sorry if it is a little boring, but I think it was needed.
OH!!!! AND A WORD OF ADVICE: take note of everything in this chapter! It comes back to bit people in the ass next chapter and there is a few tell tail signs of something to happen next chapter!!! *****
The Eaters of the Dead
Chapter Three
Emotions of the Past
*****
When Estel had finally caught up with the two Elves, he found them walking in silence and, if possible, both behaving in a 'just and proper manner'. The only conclusion that the young man could draw due to this change of appearance was the fact that they were about to round the corner to the dining hall. From where they were they could already hear the bustle of excitement excreting from the large room, suggesting the proceedings of the night were well underway.
Table upon table lined the hall, each back to back with another and lined with seats from head to foot. The room was brightly lit with hundreds of candles; each finely made for such an occasion and small, oil fueled lanterns flickered from their fixed positions on the sides of the wall. The aroma of both cooked and fresh food alike drifted through the air, reaching the noses of the three companions that stood at the doorway, looking in. All in all, the room would have had a lovely, tranquil effect if it were not for the many people that crowed the space, or the judgmental glare that Legolas could feel on him from across the room; obviously Culdôr.
Leaning over, Elrohir whispered into Legolas' ear, making sure to keep his voice loud enough so not to leave Estel out, "I said it once, and I say it again; this shall be interesting!"
Frowning and gently lashing out to hit the Rivendell Elf across the shoulder, Estel cast a look in Legolas' direction. "Elrohir! Stop it! You will make him nervous!"
"Both of you stop it!" Legolas hissed between clenched teeth, trying not to laugh at the way the young human scolded his centuries older foster brother. "Come, let us please Culdôr - or at least try."
Nodding their agreement, all three moved silently into the hall, making sure to bow to all the important people that they came across; acting in the right and proper ways of nobility.
Leading Legolas to the head table, Elrohir paid careful attention in sending Culdôr his most dazzling and rather immature smile, just to see the reaction the elder Elf had to such an act of indecency. At the look of demur that was returned, Elrohir felt as if he had accomplished something and, with his head high, he continued to lead his human brother and their guest to their seats.
"Ah," at voice said from behind the trio, "I was starting to fear that my little twin had lead you both astray!" Elladan teased as he came up smiling.
"Would I ever?" Elrohir questioned, a look of pure and yet completely forged innocence on his face. Needless to say that the looks that he received from his company put a stop to any other protests that he may have had on the subject. Raising his eyebrows and turning away, Elrohir swiftly changed the subject, "so, Legolas I do believe that you are to be seated to the left of me, and Estel, you are next to him. Elladan, you are on the other side of father."
Nodding his agreement, Legolas moved in the direction of his seat, knowing that Elrohir had always been the one to organize anything and everything within his jurisdiction.
Taking a seat, Legolas looked about him in interest. As usual, Elrohir had done a marvelous job at keeping him separate from the other Mirkwood Elves; Culdôr was two seats down from Elladan and on the opposite side of the table, Dúelen was on his left, while Rastur was opposite him. Gilnen was seated next to Elladan. The two had become friends on Legolas' last visit over an unseemly bet that, surprisingly enough, was won by Elrohir by complete accident.
Pleased with the arrangements thus far, Legolas saw that, sitting in front of where Elrond was to be seated was Glorfindel, in front of Elrohir was Galdor, from the havens, and yet the seat in front of him was yet to be filled.
Inclining his head to his dinner companions, Legolas turned to Estel who had taken his seat next to him. "When will the Lord Elrond be arriving?" Legolas asked, his eyes full of a sudden curiosity that Estel could not explain.
"He will be here soon," Estel smiled, "why do you ask?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Legolas looked around the room idly, "no reason, 'tis just been a long time since I have last seen him."
The noise of a chair scrapping over the floor brought Legolas' eyes to the position in front of him, and, at whom he saw sitting down before him, his smile widened to one of pure joy. "Erestor!"
"Legolas, my friend, it feels as if it has been forever!" Erestor exclaimed, his own smile reaching his ears and eyes. Leaning over to lock arms with the younger Elf in a warrior's embrace, he looked the other up and down in a rather fatherly manner. "You look well - much better then last time!"
Legolas smiled his agreement and nodded his head slightly ere turning the conversation and leaving Estel to wonder about his father's advisors statement. "It has been forever, Erestor, how goes all with you and yours?"
Feeling that he should leave the two Elves to catch up in private, Estel stood and went to crouch down beside Elrohir who was busily talking with Elladan and Gilnen about the Mirkwood Elves journey. Politely cutting in, Estel asked the question that had been plaguing him for quite some time.
"So, how do you all know Legolas?"
All three turned to him with a slight questioning look and yet no one said anything. After a few moments of silence, Estel once again spoke, asking another question, "Erestor said something about Legolas looking better this time that last, what happened last time he was here?"
Elrohir looked from Elladan to Gilnen, then back to Estel. "You would have been too young to remember," he said quietly and with a sense of wistfulness.
"Then tell me!" Estel pressed, wanting to know what had happened.
"A long time before you were born," Elrohir started to explain, "and before our mother went over the sea, Legolas came to live here -"
"Well," Gilnen interrupted, "he was more sent here by Culdôr than anything.'
"True," Elladan agreed ere he continued, "it was Culdôr's belief that Legolas should be taught the ways of war and weaponry by Glorfindel and schooled by our mother, father and Erestor."
"It was basically a foster arrangement," Elrohir offered at the baffled look on Estel's face. Nodding his understanding, Estel waited for them to continue.
"As it turned out," Elladan went on, "Legolas loved it here-"
"Which infuriated Culdôr!" Elrohir again interrupted.
"Look," Elladan said while turning to his younger brother with a smile, "if you want to tell this you can, but otherwise keep quiet for ten seconds!" his words were said with a well trained forged malice, and yet his eyes could not hide his joke, so Elrohir merely poked out his tongue and waved his brother on with his right hand.
"As I was saying, he liked it here and was quick to learn all that we had to offer. When Culdôr found out that he was doing well and not pining over his home, he twisted Thranduil into calling Legolas home."
"I believe that this is where I come into the story telling time," Gilnen said after Elladan had looked to him to take over. "As it turned out, Legolas missed it here so much that he was upset for years. That was when the prince started to run into a few problems; he was always pale, sick and, if at all possible, weak. Some said that he was dying of grief, and so he was given the job of envoy to our allies in hopes of lifting his spirits by traveling."
"But it did him no good," Elrohir cut in again, this time purposefully to annoy Elladan who took a swipe at the younger Lord. Ducking, Elrohir managed to avoid any serious harm yet was not spared from the glare that his twin sent him.
"After many years," Gilnen continued, conveniently ignoring the two, "I do believe that it was about two years before you were born, Legolas deteriorate rapidly. We did not know what to do, so, we brought him back here and placed him under the watchful eyes of Lord Elrond."
"And that is how he came to be here when you were brought to us," Elrohir filled in the blanks.
Allowing himself a moment to sort out all the new information in his head, Estel found that there was still one thing that did not fit quite right. "So why did Legolas like it so much here?"
It was Elrohir that chose to answer that one, and, sending a quick look over to the blond Elf taking with the chief advisor of Rivendell, he said, "Elrond became like a father to him, a father that he had never had before."
Taking his turn to cut into Elrohir's recital, Gilnen thought it best if he finished the tale. "Thranduil was always more interested in the ways of state and profitable gain then his son. Also, Legolas is," looking over at the Elf in question, he smiled briefly before turning his eyes back to Estel's, "looking at Legolas is like his mother looking into a mirror. The resemblance is uncanny and I think that that was what coxed Thranduil into pushing his only son away as Legolas' mother died in childbirth."
Finally seeing how everything fit into place, Estel just nodded. He could not help but feel sorry for the prince, even though he knew that Legolas would not want his pity, but it must have been hard growing up alone and with no one there for him. Legolas' question about when Elrond would get there would have due to the Lord's father like status to the Elf and Erestor would have been referring to the state in which Legolas was brought back to Rivendell before he himself was there.
"So the argument that you mentioned before, Elrohir, the one between Legolas, Culdôr and father was really the two against Culdôr?"
"Of course!" Elladan almost shrieked, "father hates that Elf and you know that he is not one to hate someone for no reason!"
"What was it over?" Estel asked, thoroughly intrigued by this new found information.
Elrohir looked to Elladan and then back to Gilnen again, both who merely shrugged.
"We may as well tell him," Elladan muttered, "his is likely to hear more on the subject tomorrow at the council so we may as well make sure that he hears the truth."
Nodding his agreement, Elrohir started to explain. "Once again you would have been too young to remember, but after Legolas came here for the second time, Culdôr came back demanding that Legolas return home and to his duties as Mirkwood's diplomat. None of us wanted the prince to leave and neither did he so it resulted in a argument that will go down in history - even we got involved!" he added for emphasis while motioning to his brother and himself. "In the end, Culdôr practically dragged Legolas out of here, threatening to renounce his crown - which Legolas told him to take!"
"Which, mind you," Gilnen supplemented, "did not go down well with his father."
"And that was the last time that we ever saw him, until now and this is on apparent business that he will not even tell us about." Elladan finished the tale off and left Estel with more to think about then before. If Legolas had told Culdôr to take his crown, why did he still get taken back, and just who was Culdôr to be able to threaten such an act?
The young man was about to ask about this Culdôr again when he saw the head of his father over the crowd and coming into the hall. Leaving his questioning for later, the man rose and moved back to his seat to find Legolas and Erestor still talking of the old days. The prince greeted him with a warm smile as he sat, and, settling for watching the two Elves converse, Estel felt no need to break the conversation.
As Elrond came into the hall and rounded the table to his seat, he smiled down at the back of the busily talking prince of Mirkwood, and standing behind him until the prince realized that he had company, he exchanged amused looks with Glorfindel. He could see that down the other end of the table, Culdôr was glaring up at the prince for not noticing the entrance of the Lord of the house, and it was with a slight snarl and upturned lip that Elrond met the other Elf's eyes.
Feeling eyes on the back of his neck, Legolas spun around to be greeted by a smiling Elrond. Rising quickly to his feet, Legolas smiled and extended his hand to the Lord, only to find it brushed aside and him being pulled into a friendly embrace.
"How are you fairing, Legolas?" Elrond asked quietly while squeezing the thin blond Elf.
"I am good, Lord Elrond!" Legolas replied while returning the squeeze, "it does me good to see you again."
Pushing the archer back, Elrond held him by the shoulders and looked him over, much the same way as Erestor had a few minutes ago. "You look well and that is good, little prince," he said with a smile that was mirrored by Legolas' own. Elrond was the only one that he could stand calling him 'little prince' as, for some reason, when Elrond said it, it was more out of love then a taunt or way of reprimand that Culdôr would use. "We must talk after dinner!" Elrond announced and Legolas merely nodded his agreement to the offer.
Letting the younger Elf go, Elrond squeezed Estel's shoulder and smiled down at him ere moving to his seat and greeting his two biological sons.
"My prince," a voice called and Legolas looked across the table to see a dark haired Elf sitting there and offering his hand. Reaching out and shaking it, Legolas concluded that this Elf must be a warrior and more skilled with a sword then bow by the strength in his arm and his slightly calloused hand. "I am Arlhach, a border guard of Rivendell. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Smiling at the Elf, Legolas was somewhat unsure of what to say to this perfect stranger, and, Erestor, seeing this, came to Legolas' aid.
"Arlhach here is a student of mine," he said, supplying Legolas with a little more information on the mystery Elf.
"Erestor talks of your greatness in debate as if it were a Valar sent," Arlhach said with a smile, "I have long wanted to meet you to see if the rumors were true."
Smiling and giving Erestor a questioning look, Legolas poured himself a goblet of wine and offered it around the table. "Erestor, I hear, also has a knack for blowing simple things out of proportion, so do not be quick to believe everything that he says!" His statement caused a laugh from the Elf in mention, as well as Arlhach and Estel.
"So, will I have the honor of seeing you in action this visit?" the border guard asked, his eyes dancing with a joy that Legolas found encouraging. At least he obviously loved what he did; what he was being taught and the prince was almost glad to reply.
"I am afraid that that is a yes," Legolas informed the Elf, who, at the affirmation of his question, smiled even larger.
"And here was I thinking that you were afraid of nothing!" Elrohir quickly butted in, having only caught the last part of the conversation. "I must remember to tell Elladan to stop telling my innocent and gullible ears such lies!"
Shaking his head, Legolas could not hide his amusement. The youngest of the twins was by far the person that he would label his best friend, even above Gilnen and the prince relished the fact that Elrohir could always make him laugh, even in the worst of situations. From the merry chucking that floated across the table, Legolas also got a sense that, given the chance to know him, he might find friendship with this new study of Erestor's.
"What innocence, my young Lord?" Erestor questioned with a smirk, "I was under good impressions that you lost that at the very moment you were born - though, come to think of it, I do believe that 'twas Elladan that told me that one too!"
"I heard that!" a voice called from further up the table, unmistakably Elladan's, and sent the five talking Elves into a fit of laughter.
"My point is proven! I say no more!" Elrohir said while raising his hands and smiling cheekily at the ones sitting near him.
"That would be the day!" Elladan called down again, obviously now listening to the group's conversation.
Elrond merely shook his head at his son's and friends as they laughed heartily again. Even if he had wanted to, he would not have had the heart to put a stop to the banter that they always engaged in - besides, it had been a long time since he had seen the blond Elf that he thought of as a son so happy.
Taking another sip of his wine, Legolas looked around the tables, seeing Elves that he recognized from his last visits and some that he did not. Looking down the table, he was pleased to see that Culdôr had turned to eating his diner in silence and given up glaring at the laughing prince and that Gilnen was now engrossed in conversation with Elladan. Sweeping his eyes back up the table, he was not at all surprised to find that Rastur's gaze was locked onto him, his dark eyes taking in every movement and missing nothing. Even though it was not as surprising to find him watching him, Legolas still found it above suspicious and rather disturbing, but, while in the company of Culdôr and Dúelen there was nothing that he could do on the subject that would not bring their wrath down on his head.
Turning his mind from such disturbing thoughts, Legolas sat back and listened to the friendly banter that was exchanged around the table, feeling like, for once, he fit in and had a place.
*****
Walking out of the hall with Estel, the twins, Gilnen and Arlhach, Legolas felt at ease and happy. Stifling a yawn, the prince of Mirkwood bid good night to the twins and his traveling companion as they made their way off to their bed chambers.
Walking down the halls, Legolas and Estel listened to the quiet chatter of Arlhach as he filled them in on what had been happening on the borders and the lands surrounding Rivendell. When the time came for them to part ways, Arlhach gave Legolas a sweeping bow ere he took his leave, blending into the night like one could a mist covered moor.
"Now, my friend, I must take leave of you," Legolas stated formally, "I am off to reassure your father of my wellbeing."
"Lots of luck to you!" Estel replied with a smile, finally understanding why Legolas would be doing such a thing. "He has a way of worrying no matter how much you prove," he offered with a grin before he turned and slowly made his way down one of the long halls.
Turning and heading for Elrond's study, Legolas took his time, enjoying the way that the air flowed freely though the great halls of the Last Homely House. It was so different to Mirkwood and her darkened woods. Thranduil had long since moved their kingdom into the side of a hill, making the chambers stretch underground so to provide safety from the evils that lurked at every bend. Even though the palace was aired and the ceiling high, Legolas could not help but feel a sense of claustrophobia set in when in his own home, especially after spending so much time in this open place.
Inhaling one last gulp of the fresh air, the prince of Mirkwood knocked on the large doors to Elrond's study and when he heard the Lord grant his entrance, Legolas opened the door and went in, ready to prove to his father by choice that he was fine.
*****
Hours had passed since he had retired to his rooms and still Estel could not sleep. He had heard Legolas return about an hour after he himself had entered his rooms and he wondered how the Elf was fairing. It was not what he feared what Elrond might do or say, but the fact that, in all probability, Legolas would have had to bring up painful memories of the past so Elrond could come to his conclusion on the prince's wellbeing.
Sighing slightly, he rose from his bed and pulled an old cloak around his shoulders. Moving over to his door, he opened it and moved across the hallway silently.
Knocking softly on the door of the prince so not to disturb him if he was asleep, Estel was rather surprised to find the door open in a matter of moments, revealing the still dressed prince.
Stepping aside to allow the human entrance to his rooms, Legolas noticed Estel's worried gaze and smiled at him, trying to ease his mind as he shut the door.
"Have you not slept?" Estel asked, the concern evident in his voice and touching the Elf in a way that made him automatically smile. It was not like most people to ask after him, the only questions that he was asked where how to better expand someone's kingdom with minimal financial expense or something of the like. It was nice to know that someone cared after his wellbeing and not who he was or what he was good at. That was why he felt such fondness towards Elrond and the way that he fathered him like one should their child.
"I could ask the same about you!" Legolas pointed out with a smile, "but nay, I have not slept." Seeing Estel's concern heighten, the Elf merely chuckled and started to walk towards the balcony, "I am fine, just not tired. I do not tire like you humans - you should know that! But come, enough of this, 'tis a lovely night so and I would be honored if you would join me on the balcony."
Thinking that it would be a lovely idea, Estel followed him out and took the same seat that he had been sitting in earlier that evening. Looking out over the railing, Estel was struck with the beauty that Rivendell supplied once again. He had lived there all his life and yet he was still not used to the way that everything seemed to have a place and a duty, binding the small haven closely together and making it perfect.
The lanterns from earlier that night still burned in the trees, this time standing out more in the lack of light. Further away through the woods, larger fires could be seen, obviously used by those on border watch, and off to the right one could see the lights of other rooms adjacent to the Homely House. The waterfall that ran under the marble balcony reflected the lights in the trees and the stars on its gushing surface, while the white froth was beautifully highlighted by the random streak of phosphorus. The bank provided a home to clusters of buzzing fireflies, their little golden and sliver tails lighting their position like miniature stars fallen to earth while creating lines of light in their wake as they fluttered here and there, some even on the balcony and flying around the pair that sat in silence.
Looking over to his companion, Estel wondered what was going through Legolas' mind. The Elf was a strange one, always so serious and yet so lighthearted and playful at times that it would seem that he was a completely different person. Deciding to break the comfortable silence, Estel sighed and licked his lips. "Why did you not ask me what I wanted at the door?" He asked the Elf that sat before him, the moon and the small bugs illuminating the gold of his hair and making the silver of his tunic seem real.
Looking over at the young human, Legolas smiled and gave a little chuckle. "Of course you would be too young to remember." He said ere looking back out at the fire-lit night. "When you were little and I was still here, you would come into my room at night if you had a nightmare. You were quite the adventurous little one, always wandering here and there and getting into trouble - half the time me with you." The Elf stopped to laugh and looked over at the man, showing that it was not of a serious manner.
"You would come into my room to play with my hair or ears, 'twas the only thing that would calm you down! No matter how hard Elrohir, Elladan or even Elrond tried, you would not go to them, only me." Offering Estel another smile, Legolas concluded, "so I was not surprised when you came in here tonight."
"I remember some of that," Estel confirmed, "but not all. I do recall coming here a lot, and sitting with you on this very balcony. You were different - to all the other Elves. You had time for me and I loved you for that. You would always make the time to play a game, or just sit there with me and not worry about anyone else. Elladan and Elrohir were great as well, but they were busy learning things of state and importance so they often did not have time for me, but you, you always did."
"It was good to have someone need me for other purposes then to work out a matter that, to them seemed complex but was really the work of a simpleton if they but opened their eyes." Legolas confessed.
Slipping back into comfortable silence, the two just sat there and watched the night unfold and run its course. The moon moved across the sky, its path easily kept track of by the two using its reflection in the ever running water. Most of the lights to the right were snuffed out, the room's occupants obviously turning in for the night and retreating to the world of Elven dreams.
Looking once again to his friend, Estel asked out of the blue, "what do you want, Legolas?"
Turning quickly and giving the human an inquiring look, the Elf knotted his brow in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Estel started, "do not be offended, but Elrohir, Elladan and Gilnen told me about what happened.before I was brought here," Estel paused to get the others consent.
"I figured as much, by the way that you asked after me at the door with your eyes," Legolas said to put the man's heart at ease, "and it is alright, you would have found out sooner or later, and I am just glad that 'twas they that told you."
Nodding slightly, Estel went on with his explanation of his question. "Well, if you ask me, which I know you didn't, but it just seems that it was not just your father's neglect that made you ill."
"And what makes you think that, young one?" Legolas questioned without a hint of malice in his voice, obviously willing to hear the others point of view on the situation.
"Well, you come across as independent, so I feel that such lack of watchfulness would have suited you. And then there is the fact that you are always saying that it is good to be needed for some other purpose then for your famed diplomatic skills, so I guess I just thought that maybe you are not doing what you want to do, but what others want."
A long pause followed, and Estel was in no mind to hurry the prince with his answer. When, at last, Legolas did speak, the Elf had his head turned up towards the sky, the stars lighting the small yet sad smile that played upon his face.
"For a human," he said softly, "you are very perceptive."
"So I am right?" Estel asked, rather surprised at that fact and that the prince admitted it.
"Yes, you are right," was the concise reply.
"So, what do you want to do, Legolas, if not this, then what? What would make you happy?"
"Happy?" the Elf asked, letting out a sigh, "I am happy, I just know that I could be happier. As to what I want, you would laugh!"
"Try me!"
Looking down at the young man, Legolas saw nothing but sincerity in his eyes which was quite a welcome change. "Alright," the Elf said, "I would like to write. To travel Middle-Earth and record what I see. I like the life of a warrior and I feel that there is no need to change that, but I am sick of solving everyone else's' problems, especially when they are so foolish. I would hope that I would always do the right thing and help those in need, but I see no righteousness in aiding a tyrant in taxing his workers further so he may live in squander. And so I would like to write. I have no wish to be a bard or anything of the sort, but just to paint what I see with words so that others may benefit and find joy in the things in life that they may never get the chance to look upon for themselves." Letting out another sigh and turning his gaze back to the stars, Legolas closed his eyes, allowing the gentle touch of the water-vapor filled water caress his face and the light of the fires and fireflies dance behind his closed eye-lids. "Do you think me a fool?"
"No, not a fool, nor a dreamer," Estel stated surly and sternly, "Earlier this afternoon you offered me some of the best advice that I have ever been given, and now it is my turn to return the favor. I would think you a fool if you did not do it. Stop what you are doing and do as you please, not what others want."
""Tis easier said then done, my friend," Legolas said solemnly.
"If that was not the case then where would the challenge lie?" Estel questioned with a contagious smirk. Both looked to each other and smiled, glad that they were able to open up to one another without fear of ridicule. Neither was a stranger of being left out or not fitting in and both were glad that they had finally found someone who understood them for their thoughts and dreams and not laughed it off as being folly.
"Come," Estel said while standing up and offering a hand to the prince, "walk with me."
Taking the offered hand, Legolas stifled another yawn that did not go unmissed by Estel. "Or maybe I shall escort the prince to bed!" He said with a high and mightily look upon his face, as if it were the most important job in the world, while giving a slight bow and offering his arm to the Elf. Puffing his chest out and putting his nose ridiculously high in the air, Estel tried to keep a straight face as he waited for Legolas to take his arm.
Giving into the laughter that wanted to break through, Legolas took the humans arm and allowed the man to escort him to the side of his bed while trying to school his face back into that of an undefined emotion.
"My Lord," Estel said while dropping his hand and pulling down the corner of the bed. Reaching around and taking the Elf's arm again, he helped him sit on the edge of the bed and knelt to aid the Elf in the removal of his boots. Once that job was done, he held the blankets up high enough so Legolas, still clothed in his dining tunic, could slip in under the blankets with ease. Pulling the dyed fabric over the Elf's shoulders and tucking it in slightly around the thin body, Estel whispered, "I remember when you used to do this to me - escort me to bed and tuck me in!"
"I wondered where I knew this from," Legolas chuckled while Estel fluffed up the other pillow.
Allowing his face to once again go impassive and yet snobby, Estel looked down his nose at the prince, and, turning his voice deeper, said, "sleep well, my prince," causing Legolas' shoulders to once again shake with silent laughter.
Walking over to the door, still looking self important, Estel opened it silently and, pausing just enough to look back at his friend he exited the room only to pop his head in a second later and say, "you were the perfect prince - Culdôr would be proud!"
Resisting the urge to throw a pillow at Estel's head, Legolas settled for poking his tongue out in a sign of immaturity, causing both to laugh.
"Sleep well, Legolas," Estel chuckled out while pulling the door closed behind him.
Deciding to still go for his walk, Estel aimlessly wandered the corridors of the Homely House, admiring everything that he passed as if it were his first sighting. Coming to the end of a hall that lead to the round, first room of the House, Estel paused in his walking, listening to the wind for what he thought were voices.
Having his suspicions proved right, he crept along the hall, wanting to know what was happening and who was up at such a time. As he got closer, he was able to identify one voice as that of Erestor, his father's chief advisor, and yet the other voice was alien to him. Risking a peek around the corner, he saw that it was the dark-haired Elf that Legolas had arrived with.
"I see you came with him," Erestor stated, "then it is going well?"
"Aye," the other replied, "though I do not know what this will achieve."
"It is what he asks, so it should not be questioned," Erestor bit out, his voice not harsh but commanding.
"But the prince suspects something. 'Tis not easy you know, what he asks! Not without being caught or drawing attention."
"And he is grateful for what you are doing, and glad to see that it is working. But you must keep to your pledge!"
"I have no intention of breaking it," the other said firmly, "I am just warning you to tell him that it is getting harder to do as he asks, especially with *them* around him."
"Just do the best you can, that is all he asks."
Bowing slightly, the Mirkwood Elf replied, "and that is what I shall do," ere he turned on his heels and walked down the corridor to the left of the pair which Estel knew housed his room. Erestor looked after him, a look of worry on his face, and, turning around himself, started to walk in the direction of Estel.
Biting his lip and moving as quickly as he could while still being silent, Estel hurried around the corner and into the hall that lead to his own room. Upon reaching the door, he opened it silently, hoping not to disturb Legolas should he make too much noise, and stepped inside.
Leaning his back against the wooden door and exhaling a deep sigh of relief, he made his way over to the bed. Discarding the cloak that he wore, he slipped back under the covers, his mind racing with the words that he had just heard and what their meaning could be. Knowing that whatever it was about, it somehow seemed to involve Legolas, he vowed to keep an eye on that other Elf and maybe even tell the twins so that they may help him look out for the prince. It was worrying to know that whatever was happening included Erestor as, to Estel as well as all of Rivendell, the advisor was well liked and greatly respected - never even thought of being capable of a betrayal.
Knowing that he would find no sleep that night, Estel just stared out of the large window at the twinkling stars and thought of possible ways to protect his new friend, as well as get him to do what he wanted with his own life.
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Tbc.
Hehehe, ok, I got a little sidetracked, but this was kinda necessary. I mean, as I said before, it may have been boring, but it set up a lot of the key players, some background, and a little bit of political intrigue to balance out the graphic violence that will come once I get them on their way - which won't be next chapter but the one after that (in theory).
Anyway, I hope you are still enjoying this and I promise that the niceness will not last for to much longer - I was actually rather surprised at myself - it has been three chapters and I have yet to hurt anyone and I have been doing a lot of 'pretty' detail and descriptions! It's odd - two worlds colliding!
BUT, as next chapter is written (I am making sure to have the next chapter written before I post) I can safely tell you that we have a nice little fight scene, a bit of Elf pain, lots of confusion and an arguing council that puts the real 'Council of Elrond' to shame! Lol, all next post. . .
Reply to Reviews:
Legolaslover: I am glad that you found it funny! Elrohir will provide a LOT of comic relief as the story gets darker! Lol, and I like your idea of Rastur's problem! More on this subject at the end.
Yours Truly: Yeah, good idea to wait for the movie as my story is in first person and telling exactly what happens! Lol. Glad you had a good little trip.
I am also glad that you liked all that I updated! *big smile* and sorry about the cliff hangers, but, hey, you are co-writing with me now so you should know what I am like! Lol. And you do the twin's interaction with Legolas fine - hey, that is half what our story is about, is it not? Lol and no, I did not know who it was! lol
Camlost: soon enough for you? I was going to do a post every week (on my Saturday) but this story is writing itself so I have the next chapter done and I thought, 'why the hell not?' And thank you for the comment that it is worth loving - I do try to please! Lol.
LittleSpacedemon: again with the funny! Well, this is a little more serious (though I was half drunk when I wrote the ending bit with Legolas and Aragorn! Lol) and so is the next chapter - that means that we are actually getting to the important stuff!
Eddie-Uwnhai: I am glad that I can still shock people! I do believe that my friend (who is looking up writing agents for me at this very moment - he is slightly obsessive!) likes to call it 'being versatile!' Lol. I do legal studies but other then that I am a political dummy and I have never debated in my life, so I am just stumbling my way through (wait until next chapter!) so I am glad that it does sound diplomatic.
Umm, the change is rather a new thing and mainly happened as - lets face it - there are not all too many ways to hurt Legolas without killing him and many more people have taken up the 'sadistic and hurt the main character' thing now, so I am not as original and openly shocking! Lol. So I thought it was time for a change (that way, people will get used to this style and then I will come back, guns a blazing with some new sadistic thing and shock everybody again! *evil grin*) but what do you mean 'it is good?' *glares at you for what Minka has drawn as the conclusion from that*
As for the 13th warrior into Lord of the Rings, it is rather simple actually. First you must take a banana and a blender, then you mix them with a little water and a few drops of petrol. Set it on fire and allow it to warm the room as you shake the characters out of both books which you them insert into a special design 'insert a character (copywrite and in an upcoming story of mine!)' computer! Lol, as if I am going to tell you yet! You will just have to keep reading!
Gwyndolen Rhionne: (hehe, I just copied and pasted this time!) and is this soon enough for you?? I make sure that the chapter after the one that I am posting is finished before putting the current one up. That way, if I fall behind due to Real Life I have an emergency chapter that I can put up sometime in the week.
Take your time with the RR as I think we are dead anyway! But soon, when computer gets completely fixed (put in too many characters in the 'insert a character' slot! Lol) I will MAKE everyone become alive - even if I have to turn into Christ and resurrect them myself! Lol
Vana Everyoung:I am sorry that it was still a cliffy, but I am trying here, alright! *tries to hide the one that was left for this chapter until she realizes that you have already read it* damn! Now it seems to be a question of Rastur, Culdôr and Erestor and I know it! The connection is -
Wait for it
Wait for it
Wait for it
Their names all end in 'r'! *pokes tongue out* but I am glad that it has you thinking - that is the point. As said up the top - it is going to be a long story (next chapter done and they are still at Rivendell! It actually feels like The fellowship of the Ring! Lol) and MANY Elves are gonna get hurt in this one! Fun fun fun fun fun!
Thank you for pointing out my mistake - I had not even noticed! I went and changed it the moment I read your review, so thank you!
Seriously, I don't have a 'gift'! I only write to keep me from my previous life of child delinquency! LOL! Now that I have started, I would like to write, but before a year or so ago I barely ever put pen to paper - whether it be for school or for entertainment. So there is no great wisdom that I can pass to you, sadly, otherwise, believe me I would!
My muses love technology? I am guessing that you are talking about my bio?! And yes, they are rather fond of it but it could still work. E-mail me and we will try to work something out. Rastur, as said, is talked about down below. . .
Gemstone: 'Tis good to know that I did not bore you with the descriptions! Lol, I thought that they were kinda long winded myself, but that is just me! Lol. The Estel scene was meant to be rather intense, so I am happy that you thought it was - but I did not want it too heart stopping - that happens NEXT chapter! Lol.
I have included Elladan a little more in this - I kinda overlook him for the fact that I like Elrohir but, now that you like him, I have tried to give him equal page space and it is shown next chapter as well. May I ask you a question? Do you just think that Elladan is better or do you think that he is cuter? I mean, personally, I **know** that Elrohir is the cuter of the identical twins (huh? Lol). The thing that gets me is most people that I talk to like Elrohir more and they all agree that he is the hotter of the two, but he is identical to Elladan and there is not even a picture of them anywhere! Lol. *strange, crazed voice* but I know that he is hotter!
Oh, since reading this you will know that Culdôr deserves all that he gets (evil fucker) and all I can say is "what comes around, goes around" to quote someone next chapter ( I JUST finished writing it - that is why I keep referring to it!) Me? Twisted mind? Never! I know that I should take offence to that - but I kinda couldn't be bothered! Lol!!
NOOOO!! No sympathy for Culdôr!!! He is not worthy of it, trust me! As for Gilnen, I am glad that you like him - I do too and I kinda picture him as being rather hot! Lol. Lots more of him - you guessed it - next chapter (lets just say that he gets slightly loose of tongue!) I can also tell you that he will be one of the thirteen to go, so there will be plenty of him, Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir and Estel! As well as some unexpected ones. . .
Rastur. . .
So, the plot thickens.anymore guesses on what Rastur is up to? And what does it have to do with everyone's favorite Rivendell advisor? And just who is this higher 'he' that they are referring to and what is 'his' wants? *rubs hands together* this is so much fun!
The thing about Rastur (and this is what I mean by the story is writing itself) was that I was sure that I had written myself into a nice little corner with spikes that sick out behind me! Lol. You see, I did his character unknowing, and suddenly, by the second chapter he had turned into this really creepy character and I had no idea why. Then, I did not even think about it and then BANG I had an idea (it hurt!) So, he has come out well and I am glad that he has you thinking.
Now, many people have made reference to the fact that I have a 'twisted mind' and that I like to hurt the Elf (Elves) in many ways, and you would all be correct, but let me tell you this one last thing - even the main players in this story are not what the seem. Yes, that is implying a dark, evil and sinister 'I-did-not-see-that-one-coming' twist involving a certain three characters. . .
I will drop more hints along the way, but that is all for this chapter! You will have to wait until next chapter. And since I have talked about it so much, I am going to be kinda and give you a *small* (it is 15 pages without notes so this is only a crumb of what is to come - and it is not good!) preview. .
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"We had a messenger come to Mirkwood, seeking aid in defeating an unknown evil near Ered Luin and I am here to plead with you to give me aid in helping these beings."
Having heard the location, Galdor sat up higher in his seat, leaning in to listen to the Elf a little more closely. It had been many years since he had journey back to his homeland and the thought of something evil assailing it was a disturbing one at that.
"Is it near the Havens?" he asked of the prince.
Turning towards him, Legolas thought it best and safe if he stretched the truth just a little. "Yes," he replied, his lie coming easily to his lips and not affecting anything about him. "It is gradually moving towards our beloved Havens, even as we speak now it is getting closer."
"That is a lie, Legolas!" Culdôr yelled, his voice bouncing off the walls while jumping to his feet before Elrohir had the time to stop him. "Listen not to what he says about the Havens falling under threat. He speaks no truth on the matter and is only seeking to use your lives in order to aid humans!" *****
hehehe, and that was not the worst bit that I could have chosen.
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Minka.