To explain Glorfindel's age: This is my idea of how this is being run. This is a big of a sequel to Out of Mandos, in which Elrond finds Glorfindel resurrected as a child of ten. At the time I started writing this, I was less knowledgeable about Elven ways, and our golden Elf in particular. Now that I am, it's not known where he came in, so I am assuming possibly far late in the second age. Plus, I am going by his new body's age, not his fea/soul's age, which I assume to be about the age of the first Elves. But then, I'm also assuming Legolas was born only a few years after the Last Alliance too. Hope that clears it up a bit. :)
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Legolas whimpered softly in his sleep. Thranduil stood from his chair at his son's bedside, and went closer to place a comforting hand upon his son's golden haired head. Kneeling, he gently stroked his youngest son's hair, softly singing a song that he used to sing to the young elfling, when he was younger.
Legolas calmed under his gentle touch, and his blue eyes opened tiredly, "Ada?"
"I am here, nin ion," Thranduil said softly.
"What happened? Where's Glorfindel?" Legolas asked.
"You were attacked by a spider, and you fended it off until we got there. Glorfindel has had to retire to rest. Everything is fine now, Legolas," Thranduil said, gently touching his son's face, forcing away the thought that he might have lost him.
"But Ada, Glorfindel," Legolas seemed to become fully awake as he said this, and his eyes went wide with terror, "He's in trouble, Ada, you have to help him!"
"Shh, do not hurt yourself. I shall send someone to check on him," Thranduil said soothingly, keeping his son from rising.
"Ada, you have to send someone now," Legolas insisted.
"If I go, will you rest?" Thranduil asked.
Legolas nodded, and relaxed back against the pillows under his head.
"Good, I shall go now, and I shall return soon," Thranduil said, and quickly stood.
He exited the Healing Rooms, and headed towards Glorfindel's quarters. When he arrived there, he noted the silence, and sudden fear twisted in his gut like a knife, though he knew not why. Opening the door silently, he looked in, and his fears were confirmed. A large spider, far larger then the one they had slain only hours before, loomed over the unconscious Elf Lord, preparing to attack.
Gripping hold of his still blood stained sword, he pulled it from its sheath, and stepped into the room. The spider hissed and turned towards him, red eyes flaring with mindless hatred as they came to rest upon the King. Thranduil stepped forward slowly; keeping his eyes locked with that of the spider's, his hand bearing his sword.
Then the spider turned from him, and pounced upon the unaware Elf. Thranduil had no time to react as pincers as large as his hand sunk into the pale flesh below Glorfindel's neck. Reacting on instinct, Thranduil gave a sharp yell, and ran forward to leap upon the spider's back. The spider jerked from its helpless victim, and roared in defiance then pain as Thranduil sank his sword into its head, crushing its animalistic mind. The spider collapsed onto the prone Elf, throwing Thranduil off its back in the process.
Thranduil rolled, and landed on his feet. He then went running back to Glorfindel's trapped body, and cursed in several languages as he tried to figure how to reach the trapped Elf before he died, either by the poison in his system or by the crushing weight of the spider on top of him. There was no time to call for help...
*Elrond is going to kill me for killing his friend...* the thought came unbidden to his mind, and Thranduil pushed it aside.
Turning to the only option left, he tried to force the spider's carcass up enough that he could slip Glorfindel from under it. Tuning his senses to the Elf Lord's heart, he noted uneasily that it was already beginning to slow. Forcing down his panic, he put his shoulder under the spider, and straining, tried to lift it. His muscles tightened and slowly the carcass lifted off the other Elf. Suddenly the burden seemed somewhat lighter, and a shade of pale light seemed to come over his eyes.
/Get him out of there!/ a faint voice rang in his mind, and he suddenly had a flash of worried blue eyes.
Thranduil noted that that with this strange help, he would be able to free Glorfindel faster. Releasing his burden, the carcass's side seemed to be held up by an invisible force. Forcing down his shock, Thranduil ducked under the carcass, and pulled Glorfindel from it. Just as he got the other clear of it, the carcass crashed back down upon the bed, splintering the frame and crushing the entire bed to the ground.
Thranduil slipped the unconscious Elf's arm around his shoulders and started back to the Healing Rooms.
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Thranduil arrived at the Healing Rooms, where one of his healers quickly took the injured Elf from him, and rushed him off towards the back rooms, out of view. Thranduil made his way back to his son's bedside, but a guard stopped him.
"Check every room, every corner of this place, and make sure there are no other spiders," Thranduil ordered, and then finally sat down tiredly in the chair by his son's bedside.
The guard nodded and quickly went off to inform the others of their King's orders.
"Ada?" Legolas's soft voice called.
Thranduil turned his head and smiled tiredly at his son in comfort, for he felt that the Elfling had seen Glorfindel.
"Will Glorfindel be alright?" Legolas asked.
"He will, thanks to you, nin ion. How did you know?" Thranduil asked.
Legolas looked thoughtful for a moment, his youthful face scrunched in concentration, "I don't know, Ada. A..a voice in my dreams told me he was in trouble," he answered at last, turning confused blue eyes to his father.
"Do not worry for it, Legolas. Perhaps it is best if we do not know, and you need to rest," Thranduil said, reaching out to gently smooth Legolas's wayward hair from his son's brow.
Legolas nodded, and relaxed at his Father's touch as his eyes slid half closed and glazed over in sleep. Thranduil smiled slightly, but something struck him suddenly. His son's reminded him of another pair of blue eyes... Another flash of worried blue eyes went through his mind, but he dismissed it, focusing his attention on his son's sweet soul song, and the beat of a faltering heart that rested on the other side of the room.
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Thank you all sooo much for your excellent reviews, they truly mean a lot to me! I am honored to have you all read my story, and I hope to continue to meet your wishes. Sorry for such a long wait. Here it is. :)
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Legolas whimpered softly in his sleep. Thranduil stood from his chair at his son's bedside, and went closer to place a comforting hand upon his son's golden haired head. Kneeling, he gently stroked his youngest son's hair, softly singing a song that he used to sing to the young elfling, when he was younger.
Legolas calmed under his gentle touch, and his blue eyes opened tiredly, "Ada?"
"I am here, nin ion," Thranduil said softly.
"What happened? Where's Glorfindel?" Legolas asked.
"You were attacked by a spider, and you fended it off until we got there. Glorfindel has had to retire to rest. Everything is fine now, Legolas," Thranduil said, gently touching his son's face, forcing away the thought that he might have lost him.
"But Ada, Glorfindel," Legolas seemed to become fully awake as he said this, and his eyes went wide with terror, "He's in trouble, Ada, you have to help him!"
"Shh, do not hurt yourself. I shall send someone to check on him," Thranduil said soothingly, keeping his son from rising.
"Ada, you have to send someone now," Legolas insisted.
"If I go, will you rest?" Thranduil asked.
Legolas nodded, and relaxed back against the pillows under his head.
"Good, I shall go now, and I shall return soon," Thranduil said, and quickly stood.
He exited the Healing Rooms, and headed towards Glorfindel's quarters. When he arrived there, he noted the silence, and sudden fear twisted in his gut like a knife, though he knew not why. Opening the door silently, he looked in, and his fears were confirmed. A large spider, far larger then the one they had slain only hours before, loomed over the unconscious Elf Lord, preparing to attack.
Gripping hold of his still blood stained sword, he pulled it from its sheath, and stepped into the room. The spider hissed and turned towards him, red eyes flaring with mindless hatred as they came to rest upon the King. Thranduil stepped forward slowly; keeping his eyes locked with that of the spider's, his hand bearing his sword.
Then the spider turned from him, and pounced upon the unaware Elf. Thranduil had no time to react as pincers as large as his hand sunk into the pale flesh below Glorfindel's neck. Reacting on instinct, Thranduil gave a sharp yell, and ran forward to leap upon the spider's back. The spider jerked from its helpless victim, and roared in defiance then pain as Thranduil sank his sword into its head, crushing its animalistic mind. The spider collapsed onto the prone Elf, throwing Thranduil off its back in the process.
Thranduil rolled, and landed on his feet. He then went running back to Glorfindel's trapped body, and cursed in several languages as he tried to figure how to reach the trapped Elf before he died, either by the poison in his system or by the crushing weight of the spider on top of him. There was no time to call for help...
*Elrond is going to kill me for killing his friend...* the thought came unbidden to his mind, and Thranduil pushed it aside.
Turning to the only option left, he tried to force the spider's carcass up enough that he could slip Glorfindel from under it. Tuning his senses to the Elf Lord's heart, he noted uneasily that it was already beginning to slow. Forcing down his panic, he put his shoulder under the spider, and straining, tried to lift it. His muscles tightened and slowly the carcass lifted off the other Elf. Suddenly the burden seemed somewhat lighter, and a shade of pale light seemed to come over his eyes.
/Get him out of there!/ a faint voice rang in his mind, and he suddenly had a flash of worried blue eyes.
Thranduil noted that that with this strange help, he would be able to free Glorfindel faster. Releasing his burden, the carcass's side seemed to be held up by an invisible force. Forcing down his shock, Thranduil ducked under the carcass, and pulled Glorfindel from it. Just as he got the other clear of it, the carcass crashed back down upon the bed, splintering the frame and crushing the entire bed to the ground.
Thranduil slipped the unconscious Elf's arm around his shoulders and started back to the Healing Rooms.
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Thranduil arrived at the Healing Rooms, where one of his healers quickly took the injured Elf from him, and rushed him off towards the back rooms, out of view. Thranduil made his way back to his son's bedside, but a guard stopped him.
"Check every room, every corner of this place, and make sure there are no other spiders," Thranduil ordered, and then finally sat down tiredly in the chair by his son's bedside.
The guard nodded and quickly went off to inform the others of their King's orders.
"Ada?" Legolas's soft voice called.
Thranduil turned his head and smiled tiredly at his son in comfort, for he felt that the Elfling had seen Glorfindel.
"Will Glorfindel be alright?" Legolas asked.
"He will, thanks to you, nin ion. How did you know?" Thranduil asked.
Legolas looked thoughtful for a moment, his youthful face scrunched in concentration, "I don't know, Ada. A..a voice in my dreams told me he was in trouble," he answered at last, turning confused blue eyes to his father.
"Do not worry for it, Legolas. Perhaps it is best if we do not know, and you need to rest," Thranduil said, reaching out to gently smooth Legolas's wayward hair from his son's brow.
Legolas nodded, and relaxed at his Father's touch as his eyes slid half closed and glazed over in sleep. Thranduil smiled slightly, but something struck him suddenly. His son's reminded him of another pair of blue eyes... Another flash of worried blue eyes went through his mind, but he dismissed it, focusing his attention on his son's sweet soul song, and the beat of a faltering heart that rested on the other side of the room.
