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Author notes: English is not my mother language, sorry for the mistakes.
Ember: 89! That is excellent, congratulations! As for me… the problem with the son of orc is growing bigger and bigger, but now he is the one who is in troubles. That is Karma! Justice I say! (but I'd prefer to be able to shot him with an arrow and trespass his heart :sigh: a shame I can't). Yes, the friendship they share is deep, lets hope it is deep enough. As for my first language… is Elvish!
Gwyn: Glad you're liking! Hope you enjoy this chapter as well.
The evil witch queen: Yes I had :grins evilly: It was something I just had to do :now laughs maniacally: Don't you love the cliffhangers? The three illusions are… well I think you'll have to keep reading (and reviewing! I love your reviews)
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Chapter V
Legolas looked around him. His ears were beginning to hurt and the world to spin around, but in the middle of all that he realized something that made him stop talking. It was obvious at this point that whatever Celebrían had told the twins it was against him and that whatever Arathorn had told Estel was against the twins. The friends argued, yes, but never directly to the others, but with Celebrían, Oropher or Arathorn who each time things were calming started another discussion.
Legolas observed this few minutes more before he realized that something wasn't right. Why his grandfather had asked him so eagerly to hurt his friends? He knew by his father that Oropher indeed disliked all the races but the elves (and this, with exceptions) but he was sure that he would never have asked his grandson hurt someone who was his friend.
"I do not like them" had said Thranduil when he first knew about the friendship with the twin sons of Elrond "And I would prefer that you do not have anything to do with them, but since I can see that you have developed a friendship, they can be sure that by my hand would come no harm"
"This is not right" Legolas whispered. Then he looked at Arathorn, the twins had said that they saw how an orc's arrow had trespassed his eye killing the human immediately, how can it be that he was standing there? And Celebrían, the way she moved was not right, she was very alike Galadriel but now that resemblance wasn't very much obvious. And then he remembered why they were there and all the missing elves. How was it possible that two supposed dead persons and one who had left that shores a long time ago were together in a place reported as a mortal one? And there were all the answers, it was an illusion, it wasn't real.
"Listen to me!" He shouted "We must stop arguing, this is not real. She is not Celebrían nor he is Arathorn... and he is not Oropher as well" he said the last with a broken heart, a single tear crossed his cheek.
"Legolas shut up, you are talking nonsense" Estel said "They are real, they are standing here, we can touch them for Valar's sake"
"No this is an illusion. Think for a moment..." but he couldn't finish speaking for he felt unconscious to the floor
"Legolas!" the twins and Estel shouted concerned. As they approached to his fallen friend Oropher stopped them and lifting his grandson he went away with him.
"Wait!"
"No dirty human nor Noldor will touch him" he said coldly. Celebrían and Arathorn hold still their respective sons who missed the little dagger on Legolas' back. Legolas' own dagger that he used to have on his boot.
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Oropher carried the prince through the forest until they reach a tall stone wall surrounded by leaves with spikes. They seemed to be alive for when the elves approaches they all moved eagerly.
"It is a shame young one. You could have been useful, but you spoiled everything realizing the truth. Nobody has ever escaped us, and you will not be the first. Lets prove the friendship you claim to have" The spike plants stretched to grab the young elf who was being offered by Oropher. Each one of them twisted holding tight their pray, the spikes cut cloths and flesh and soon Legolas was bleeding with many wounds. The spike plants lifted him several foots from the floor and hold him still. A fallen bleeding angel.
Oropher turned around and got confused with the sunshine. He vanished without leaving trail.
*****
"We need to go with him! Mother let go" Elladan was trying frantically to follow his friend, but Celebrían hold was tighter than the expected of a fragile she elf.
"No! Whatever is happening to him he deserved it for leave me to die"
"You can not speak of that things!" Arathorn said angrily "For your sons are snakes. Maybe it was them who hurt the young elf"
"What?" Estel looked terrified at his father "How could you say something like that. The twins will never harm Legolas"
"Don't be so sure"
"Dan this is no Arathorn" the younger twin whispered to his brother "Maybe Legolas was right"
"I agree. The Arathorn I remembered never loosed his temper like that. Besides how could he blame us? We were friends, he trusted us"
"Do you thing that Legolas is in danger? For telling them they were an illusion"
"I am sure." They remembered all the things they had endured together, their friendship was out of doubt.
"Lets go"
"Were are you two going?" Celebrían demanded
"We... we need to think about what you told us about Legolas"
"You can't be serious!" Estel shout and was going to add something else when he saw the glance his brothers threw him. They had shared a lot of adventures and their bond was too deep to realize those significant glances. And after what had happened to his friend, he was now sure that Legolas' words were true.
"Father I will follow them" Arathorn looked at him dangerously, so Estel added quickly "They will pay what they did to us" the face of the older man lit up with a smile. A smile that made Estel shivered.
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The first thing Legolas noticed as he regain consciousness was the pain of the spikes on his flesh, and then the injured of the dagger on his back that was now dropped on the floor. He couldn't move and he felt weaker with each drop of blood that felt to the floor.
TBC...
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