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Author Notes: English is not my mother language, sorry for the mistakes. Sorry for taking so long, but I don't have this story written, I'm writing it as the days passes and when I finally manage to write it, I have problems posting it! Annoying. Anyway here is the next chapter, hope you enjoy it and don't forget to review.
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"Well, this story happened when Thranduil and I were in Mirkwood hunting"
"I bet that a lot of details will be missing" Elladan whispered, Legolas and Elrohir chuckled. Mithrandir must have thought the same, for he too chuckled. It wasn't a secret that after hating for centuries the Noldor lord of Imladris and the Sindarin king of Mirkwood had become more than friends. Not to say, their sons were delighted.
"I'll pretend that you didn't say anything" the lord said to his older son. Of course he had heard Elladan's comment, but he knew it was well natured.
"I think that's the best for all, father" Elladan said, his face the essence of seriousness.
"Cynic" Elrohir murmured to Legolas
"Very" the prince said nodding.
"What are you talking about?" The young human asked his father, because not having the sharp earshot of elves he hadn't heard his older brother's comment. The lord of Imladris remained silent for a moment, what Elladan had said was true after all and what he was going to tell wouldn't be comprehensible if he omitted certain details, but then it was the kind of details you don't want to share, specially with your sons (one that wasn't even old enough to go hunting alone), one you considered as a son and two mischievous beings in the form of his counselor and one of his most trusted friends… they will never let him live that down. And Thranduil will certainly kill him if he told that to Legolas… So he decided to change the story. Of course they will notice, but he was sure no one would say anything, for their own good. Elrond was about to answer Estel then, when a loud thud made him turn his attention to the large couch were the princes were seated only to find said couch upside down and three pair of legs moving as if trying to recover the siting position, cushions were flying.
"And people wonder how I remain agile" Mithrandir said to Elrond avoiding a cushion.
"You are always welcome" Elrond said looking amused at the three young elves who were tickling each other now "but maybe you want to train in your trips, so if you want to take them..."
"No thanks! They are all yours... and Thranduil" the Istari said with an impish smile. Meanwhile Estel was looking at his brothers and best friend, who had been peacefully drinking tea and eating cookies, but know they were trying to sit up again. He was glad that the creepy stories had stopped, but he knew that they will continue and he feared Legolas' most for the prince's strange fascination to tell scary stories was well known. A strong thunder lighted the room and the human shiver, the noise had stopped and so lost he was in his thoughts that he hadn't realized when.
"Are you three still alive?" Glorfindel asked amused.
"Almost" Legolas said emerging from the couch and putting a stray braid in its place.
"Sorry for the interruption father, please continue" Elrohir said stepping next to Legolas as both of them turn the couch to its right possition. Elladan who was still in it fell with a thud in the cushion mess. Looking at them pouting, the three sat again so close that they were touching and looked at Elrond with faces that were the essence of innocence. Rolling his eyes, but smiling despite himself, the lord of Imladris started his story holding tight a resigned Estel.
EMPTY EYES
The Elvenking of Mirkwood and his guest, the Lord of Imladris, were comfortable sited in two chairs on Thranduil's library. They were revising some documents about Dol Goldur and it's history, a warm fire was cheerily providing light and warm in the cold night of Winter. Two cups of wine next to a bottle and some fresh cheese and warm bread were in front of all the papers the elven rules had on the table. Now and then they shared a tender kiss or a sweet caress, but they were mainly focussed on their task, the two of them being serious about the subject that occupied. Suddenly Thranduil lifted his head.
"Is something wrong?" asked Elrond puzzled at the sudden movement of his friend
"I thought I heard something" Thranduil said frowning "Did you not?" he then asked looking at Elrond.
"I did, like someone passing in front of the door" Thranduil nodded and Elrond continued "What is strange about that?"
"Maybe nothing. Lets continue" Thranduil said focussing on the papers again. He hadn't liked actually that sound, for it heard like if the person was crawling his or her foot and never an elf walked that way even if he was hurt to dead. Elrond didn't seem to notice maybe because he wasn't use to the sounds of the palace and he thought it being normal, but after an hour the noise repeated again and this time Elrond noted something amiss too.
"That is not a normal walking"
"Last time was the same" Thranduil agreed.
"What do you think it is?"
"I do not know for certain, but I have an idea" Elrond raised his eyebrow questioningly "Those three crazy elflings"
"Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas? Well... it does not sound so difficult to believe, since Haldir, Rumil and Orophin threw them that huge snow ball three days ago, they had being looking for the perfect time for their revenge"
"And this is the perfect night to try to scary someone to dead. " Thranduil added standing up
"But why will they play the prank on us?"
"They would not dare. Unless those insane children think that they are here, not us"
"Well, I think we must go and tell them to look in another part of the castle. I really want to do something more… interesting with you than being here in this paper mess. And if those three keep doing whatever they are doing…"
"Besides I do not what to be the victim of whatever they are plotting" agreed the king
"Then lets go"
"Wait my friend" Thranduil said an impish smile forming in his fair face. Now Elrond knew that Legolas' favored his father in looks when he was serious, grave, merry or even being impish.
"I take you thought something?" the dark-haired elf said eyeing his friend with a raised eyebrow.
"You can be certain. And something, lets say... funny... for us, that is"
"And that will be...?"
"Scare the little devils" Thranduil said as if it was obvious. He took his long and elegant finger to his lips in a gesture that asked for silence when the noise repeated, Elrond rolled his eyes. Both felt the touch of fear starting to hold their hearts, but ignored it somewhat annoyed with themselves, their sons could be sure they will get a speech after they scare them.
But when the Elvenking opened the door nothing was out there. The long corridors were dancing in the dim light of the candles and no shadow nor sound disturbed the peaceful atmosphere.
"So...?" Elrond asked when Thranduil closed the door again.
"There was no one"
"They could not move that fast. Not even after the centuries of developing that skill from running away from Glorfindel, Erestor, Haldir, Rumil and Orophin" Elrond said frowning.
"I know" then, again, that noise.
"Enough!" Thranduil said opening again the door. Again nothing. Several times it repeated, when Elrond tried to look he had the same results.
"This is insane" the Elvenking said at last. They had tried with leaving the door open, but then the noises weren't heard. When at last they decided to close the door and continue working, the noises repeated. By now, the two elven rules were sure that their sons or any other elf could not been producing that kind of noises.
"Maybe we are just tire" suggested Elrond "Lets leave our research here and we will continue after we had rested"
"Very well then" Thranduil agreed and lead the way to the door. They stepped out into the corridors and walked to their rooms. As they walk a freezing breeze made them shiver, they stopped.
"Where that came from?" asked Elrond "I did not know your palace had this chilly air at night"
"Maybe... Elrond did you see that?" Thranduil asked as he pointed a spot next to the Noldor elf. Elrond saw that the king was getting nervous. The noise was heard again.
"What? Thranduil you are not playing silly games, are you?" asked the dark-haired elf suspiciously.
"No, no. I swear I saw something moving that way. It was a twisted body and it came when the noise sounded" Elrond believed him immediately, for he had seen the shock in the blue eyes of his friend.
"You think is an orc?"
"Of course no! How could you think that?" The Elvenking said indignant "My guards will never allow an orc to get close to the palace, let along inside it!"
"Well then, I meant no offence" Elrond said trying to calm the king. "Elbereth, I saw it!"
"I will not allow it to wander freely in my palace" Thranduil said turning around and walking in the direction they came. "Are you coming?"
"Certainly, I want to know what in the Valars' name is that thing"
"And you say Legolas and the twins act like elflings when they are curious" said Thranduil amused. Elrond just rolled his eyes. They walk in silence until they heard the noises again. Elrond pointed to the figure that was surrounded in shadows. It had stopped in a corner with its back to them. Thranduil nodded and the two approached it.
"Who are you that wanders in my palace without my consent?" asked the Elvenking. Little by little the figure turned over. Both lords gave a step back terrified.
"It was covered in blood and had half its body torn apart with its entries out of it. Its face was frozen in a shout of agony and where its eyes were supposed to be were only to bloody holes looking directly at us. It was holding its heart in one hand, a hand that stretched toward us." Elrond said forgetting Estel was there and describing the scene with detail.
"And...?" Elrohir's question was almost a whisper
"It run toward us and before it collided it disappeared without trace. We looked for it the next days and nights, but it did not returned. And for what I have heard from Thranduil it has not came back since then" All of them, Mithrandir and Glorfindel included, gulped.
"I can not believe you live in such a creepy place" Elladan said turning to see Legolas after a moment of silence.
"Well, at least I can go to the library without seeing figures standing with the lighting of thunders and looking evilly at me" said the blond prince sarcastically.
"To tell the truth, I do not know what is worse" Glorfindel said looking at his lord.
"And you Estel?" Elrohir asked to his little brother. The human was pale and clutched to Elrond's tunic as if his life depended on it.
"Estel, I think it is bed time for you" Elrond said frowning "You should never have heard this kind of stories"
"No father, I want to stay and listen to Legolas' story" Estel said shocking his head "It wouldn't be correct if I listen to everyone's story but his"
"You can go, little one. I promise I would not get offended" Legolas said smiling tenderly.
"I want to stay, really" the human insisted.
"Look Ro, he likes to me masochist like you!" Elladan commented merrily.
"What?!" his twin fall from the couch. Legolas chuckled while Elrond, Glorfindel and Mithrandir looked at the younger twin incredulously.
"We will pretend that we heard nothing" Elrond said after Elrohir sat again in the couch and threw a cushion to his twin "For both, your own good and ours"
"Thanks father" Elrohir said throwing Elladan a mocking indignant look. "For Elladan is certainly not telling the truth"
"Am I not?" Again, the antics of the princes had made Estel forget for a moment the fear, and with the innocence of a little boy, he thought he had already surpassed it.
"Can I stay then Father?" he asked turning to see Elrond with big puppy eyes, the kind of look the twins and Legolas threw him when they wanted something. He sighed.
"You know Estel?" he asked moving the little human to a more comfortable position to both "You have spend a lot of time with those three" said trio didn't heard the comment since they were busy in their own discussion.
"Wait!" Legolas said covering his head with his hands "I did not even say a word!" Elrohir didn't care and hit him with a cushion, while Elladan was trying to get his younger twin off of him. Mithrandir laughed.
"Elrohir you are going to asphyxiate your brother and Legolas must tell his story"" Elrond said as calm as possible (quite calm actually, after all he had had a few hundred years to perfect that skill)
"But father..."
"Behave" after the three were seated again (holding each other tight despite everything) Legolas' maniacally smile graced his fair lips. Glorfindel hid his own smile with his cup of tea, he had always found Legolas obsession/fascination for scary stories quite amusing, but he must admit that they were always really creepy, even for a grown elf. For no matter if the story had happened to a third person or to him directly (that it was disturbingly often) he always narrated them scarier enough to make even Galadriel shivered.
TBC...
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