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Chapter IV
The morning passed calmly and without more problems than the constant arguing between men and dwarves and the proud elves ignoring them. In the afternoon, Legolas decided that after being the best part of the morning resting, he could be outside for a while. The twins were busy trying to calm an arguing group of Gondor men and dwarves that went out of control, so he went out and headed to the waterfalls he so loved.
As he walked through Imladris he started being oblivious at his surroundings, remembering the incident with the Nazgul and the dead of his companions. The shouts were the only thing he heard and the torn bodies the only thing he saw, so he didn't notice when a group of dwarves went out a path, took out their axes and started running towards him. A sudden change in the wind startled the blond prince and took him out of his thoughts just in time to see Gloin attacking him. He moved fast, but was unable to avoid the ax completely and so it hit him in the left thigh. He felt to his knees in pain. A cruel laughter made him looked at Gloin's direction.
"I told you elf, you will pay for what you did us in Mirkwood. I know that you are an archer and a very good one by the way. It will be a shame if one of your hands gets hurt... forever allowing you not to shoot ever again in your immortal life, wont it?" Legolas' eyes went wide as well as the eyes of the other dwarves.
"Gloin, don't you think that's unnecessary?" Batrol said surprised by his friend's sudden cruelty
"Shut up! Now curse elf..." Legolas stood up with difficulty taking out his elven knifes
"I've told you that I have no problems with you anymore, as I've told you that if you want to fight we will fight" saying this he attacked the dwarf as if he wasn't hurt at all, but giving him scratches only, for he didn't want kill he being.
Gloin, who wasn't know as a great warrior for anything, didn't care that the prince was fighting just to calm things down and he grabbed the young elf by his injured arm and threw him to a tree. Legolas was breathless and for a moment everything went black. He knew that he could not loose more blood or he will be in troubles, but his strength was leaving him faster than he wanted to admit. It was know that elves could die of sadness and Legolas was still weeping for the dead of his guard, guard who died for him, that added to his severe injures weren't being very helpful to keep him conscious.
Neither Batrol, Gimli nor the other dwarves dare to move, for they feared that Gloin will attacked them if they interfered with his revenge. They had never seen the dwarf lord behave like that and were doubting that the change was due only to his thirst of revenge.
Legolas breathed heavily trying to stand up, but his knees just didn't had the stamina for that, he felt dizzy as he heard the mocking laugh of Gloin mixed up with the shout of his people. Gloin, looking that the prince was having problems to stand up he hit the lithe body with the handle of the ax with such force that Legolas felt that at least one rib was broken. When Gloin was going to hit Legolas again, Bilbo's cry stopped him.
"Gloin no!"
"Bilbo, why you stopped me? You more than anyone here can understand"
"Is past now, the prince and I chatted earlier and he doesn't want to harm us"
"But he, his father and his people had humiliated us!"
"You looked for it entering in our realm" Legolas said holding tight his ribs
"We didn't deserved it!"
"He doesn't deserve this either Gloin, I... I think nobody deserves dead for what happened to us in Mirkwood. It wasn't so serious." Bilbo said sad and Gloin blinked like if he was awakening, but Bilbo didn't notice and added "At least calm down for you and your people's own sake. How do you think that Lord Elrond, his sons and every elf in this elven realm will react if you kill the only son of the Elvenking? Not to mention Gandalf" he ended with a whispered.
"Kill?" I didn't mean to kill him" Gloin said confused "I just want to fight him, defeat him in battle"
"But father, you almost kill him" Gimli said pointing to Legolas who's world was spinning so fast that it hurt. Bilbo approached him with concern
"Your majesty... are... are you alright?" Legolas chuckled
"Well master Baggins, I realize that you don't see the obvious" he said with lithe mood
"I will never understand elven humor, specially yours and your father" Legolas laughed weakly
"As well as I will never understand you hobbits" Bilbo looked at him puzzled "Can you do me a favor?"
"Me?... of course, your majesty!" Legolas smiled sweetly, although he never admitted, he thought that the old hobbit was very funny, like a little boy.
"Go, and take the dwarves with you" he said looking at Gloin and his companions that were talking between them "look for the twin lords and bring them here. Because answering your first question, no, I am not well" he said as he collapsed unconscious.
"Prince!" Bilbo's shout made the dwarves turned to looked where the elf and the hobbit were, Gloin paled
"Lord Elrond won't take this very well" he said
TBC...
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