Hello it me again, typing away at this fic. I know I have other fics to do right now, but this is the only one I'm not on writers block for. I can just feel the stones being tossed at me right now.
Please review; Tell me what you think, would like to see, flames welcome. And I apologize for my hideous English. I think I came from a family of Hobbits I swear. Huge feet, we are not the brightest, nor are we close, we love to have fun, and BOY do we LOOOOOVE to eat. :: giggles:: Okay on ye go.
Oh and one more thing: Suzene this fic is a Tolkien fanfiction. :: smiles sweetly:: I'm sorry to hear you do not know Lord of the Rings, the two towers, and return of the king, (and unfinished Tales) are works of Tolkien.
Disclaimer of sorts: if this wasn't fanfiction, it wouldn't be on fanfiction.net. And if ye don't know what fanfiction is then why are ye here? TOLKIEN LIVES FOR EVER!!!!
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The doors swing open, startling Elrond, who had managed to fall asleep. Bags showed darkly under his eyes. Weakly, he looks at the three elves that entered. Two dark haired clones, and a blonde wood elf. Elladan, Elrohir, and Legolas made it back from their trip. With a heavy heart, Elrond turns back to Aragorn, checking to see if he still lived. He did. Barely.
"Aragorn," The twins gasp together upon nearing the bed.
"W... Will he be all right?" Legolas asks.
Elrond seems to disappear deeper into his chair. "I don't know."
"Well, what is wrong with him?" Elladan whispers.
"Well, I had to relocate his jaw, and his arms are badly bruised." Elrond pauses to prevent a break down. "But the back of his skull has been fractured."
"Fractured?" Legolas wondered and moved to Aragorn's side.
Disdainfully Elrond watches as Legolas unwinds the bandages around Aragorn's right arm. His face went paler than it's usual pale, at the sight of the hand imprints. The ugly bruising stared out like an Orc in the break of day. Lightly Legolas runs a hand over the bruising. Trying to suppress what he knew in his heart to be the truth.
"An elf did this," Legolas confirms.
"Yes, sadly, one did, Legolas." Elrond answers, not looking at Legolas.
"It was my father wasn't it, Lord Elrond?" Legolas eyes bore into Elrond. "WASN'T IT?"
Elrond sighs. "Yes."
"Where is my father?"
"The garden."
Legolas storms out of the room. He had heard enough. Now it was up to his father to explain what happen. What possibly could be the reason for hurting a child this bad? Anger boiled in his veins.
Aragorn was his friend, his father knew that. In all these years Legolas was reprimanded and preached to about how to not disgrace the family. This was as disgraceful as it got. His father failed to practice what he preached.
Elrond stands to rewrap Aragorn's arm. Elrohir walks bravely closer to his dad. If Thranduil did this, there was more to worry about, and he needed to know to brace for the best. Or the worst.
"Father, tell me the honest truth. Will Estel live?"
"Estel," Tears began to flow down Elrond face. He began to wrap Aragorn arm. "It seems he's dead, just his body forgot to stop his heart and his breathing... Oh Estel."
Elrohir grabs his father as he collapses. Elladan makes eye contact with Elrohir, telling him to put his father to bed. Knowing Elladan meant it, Elrohir puts an arm around his father.
"Come father, you need some rest." Elrohir insists.
"Elladan I'm not tired, I want to stay with Estel just in case."
"I'm Elrohir."
Elrond nodded in acknowledgment that he got the wrong twin. Elrohir helps his father off the floor. Not getting much more then one more verbal complaint, Elrohir helps his father out the door and to his room.
"Estel, you better live up to your name or you'll regret it." Elladan warns taking watch over his human brother.
If Estel died, Elladan knew he had no way of getting even. But he would find a way. Gently Elladan takes Aragorn's hand, singing lightly an elven lullaby. The one he knew Aragorn enjoyed the most.
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Legolas's temper didn't ease up one bit by the time he entered the garden. As a matter of fact, it had time to grow. Elves jump out of the way, not wanting to meet the elf at his boiling point. A dirty-dishwater blonde stands up from playing a game with another elf, and instantly points to where Thranduil was brooding. The royalty of Mirkwood's tempers were well known among all.
"Thank you," Legolas mutters walking past the elf.
"Your welcome," The elf gulps.
Walking into another clearing, he sees his father on the bench, his tunic looking a fright. It was clear he was in a no better mood than Legolas, but not for the same reasons. Thranduil didn't notice Legolas glaring at him, he was so lost in his own world. Legolas didn't care.
"Thranduil, what possessed you to hurt a child like that?" Legolas shouts.
Thranduil nearly jumps as he sees Legolas. "My son, you are well."
Legolas stands his ground, waiting for his question to be answered. Thranduil grew annoyed, not wanting to go over this.
"Legolas, I do not want to talk about it. It's not of importance."
"Not of importance, father? You need to get your priorities straight. Tell me, why did you try to kill the human child of Lord Elrond?"
"I did not mean to bring harm to the child," Thranduil looks up into his son's eyes. "He ruined my tunic and I just snapped."
"A TUNIC!! THIS WAS ALL OVER A STUPID TUNIC?!" Legolas screamed.
Thranduil's eyes drifted back down towards his feet. "Yes."
"Thranduil this has to stop, you shame the kingdom of Mirkwood with your temper." Legolas hisses, resisting the urge to pound Thranduil into the ground. "You lectured me on how to be the proper king, and you go and shame the name yourself. You should have listened to your own words spewing from your mouth."
Legolas is right, and Thranduil knows it. There was no flaw in his sons logic, not in the least. Thranduil's heart grew heavier, he truly didn't mean to harm the child, he lost control... And it was not the first time.
"Is this why my mother left with no trace that she ever existed?" Legolas asks bluntly.
"Yes, Legolas, she left with a group of humans." Thranduil shakes his head. "I respected her wish to leave so I didn't bother rewriting her name down in the books."
"Why didn't she take me?" Legolas asks.
Thranduil scoffs at the memory of why she didn't take her son. Again something foolish on his end. Legolas drew back in frustration. This was going nowhere.
"I need help. I know, Legolas, that is why I want to go seek Lady Galadriel's help."
"That is a good plan. For I know not how much longer I will be your son Legolas."
Thranduil's head lifts with surprise at his son's words, but Legolas is gone before anymore further questions can be asked. He looks at his hands, wondering where he went wrong. Conscientiously Thranduil gets up, heading towards the group of guards.
"I wish to go to Lothlorien, but I wish to converse with Lord Elrond to apologize for my actions," Thranduil speaks.
One of the elves rolls his eyes, then reaches to his side and pulls out a pouch. Thranduil eyebrows raise as he notices a handful of straw in the man's hand. Each elf takes a straw nervously.
The last elf closes his eyes to take his. It was the their commander, another dirty-dishwater blond elf, which oddly had a reddish tinge to it. When he pulled the shortest straw of all the other elves let up a pitying cheer. It was an odd game they played, he never saw elves do that before.
"Commander Asher, we wish you well." The original dirty-dishwater blonde laughs. "I'll tell auntie you died nobly."
"By nobility is more like it, Jenner." Asher corrects.
The men under his command pats him on the back as he walks away to Elrond's chamber. They all knew this is not how he wanted to end his career.
"So, this is how the great elves of Rivendell decide on who does what," Thranduil thinks out loud.
"Only the dangerous stuff, King Thranduil, only the dangerous stuff." A different elf responds.
"And what about the coloring of his hair? I never seen an elf with that coloring before."
"Ah," Jenner chuckles. "That is art created by Aragorn to show up his brothers."
"Yes, and probably his last, too."
The elves grew quiet, reminded of Aragorn's plight. All of them hoped against hope that he'd survive. Thranduil sighs, moving back to his bench. He had done more damage than he cared to admit.
"King Thranduil," it was Viiresse, "I'll tell Lady Galadriel your on your way. I have to ride to Lothlorien anyway."
"Thank you."
Viiresse bows low to Thranduil, still respectful of his status. Then he was off to the stalls. His horse only stayed with him for half a trip, the other half he ran. A trained elf messenger; one of the best, too.
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Okay I'm going to end it here. If you didn't know Viiresse, Jenner, and Asher are all elves I just gave names to, to make my life easier. Jenner and Asher are also two people who fought the darkside to keep this fic going. (don't ask, you don't wanna know.)
Please review; Tell me what you think, would like to see, flames welcome. And I apologize for my hideous English. I think I came from a family of Hobbits I swear. Huge feet, we are not the brightest, nor are we close, we love to have fun, and BOY do we LOOOOOVE to eat. :: giggles:: Okay on ye go.
Oh and one more thing: Suzene this fic is a Tolkien fanfiction. :: smiles sweetly:: I'm sorry to hear you do not know Lord of the Rings, the two towers, and return of the king, (and unfinished Tales) are works of Tolkien.
Disclaimer of sorts: if this wasn't fanfiction, it wouldn't be on fanfiction.net. And if ye don't know what fanfiction is then why are ye here? TOLKIEN LIVES FOR EVER!!!!
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The doors swing open, startling Elrond, who had managed to fall asleep. Bags showed darkly under his eyes. Weakly, he looks at the three elves that entered. Two dark haired clones, and a blonde wood elf. Elladan, Elrohir, and Legolas made it back from their trip. With a heavy heart, Elrond turns back to Aragorn, checking to see if he still lived. He did. Barely.
"Aragorn," The twins gasp together upon nearing the bed.
"W... Will he be all right?" Legolas asks.
Elrond seems to disappear deeper into his chair. "I don't know."
"Well, what is wrong with him?" Elladan whispers.
"Well, I had to relocate his jaw, and his arms are badly bruised." Elrond pauses to prevent a break down. "But the back of his skull has been fractured."
"Fractured?" Legolas wondered and moved to Aragorn's side.
Disdainfully Elrond watches as Legolas unwinds the bandages around Aragorn's right arm. His face went paler than it's usual pale, at the sight of the hand imprints. The ugly bruising stared out like an Orc in the break of day. Lightly Legolas runs a hand over the bruising. Trying to suppress what he knew in his heart to be the truth.
"An elf did this," Legolas confirms.
"Yes, sadly, one did, Legolas." Elrond answers, not looking at Legolas.
"It was my father wasn't it, Lord Elrond?" Legolas eyes bore into Elrond. "WASN'T IT?"
Elrond sighs. "Yes."
"Where is my father?"
"The garden."
Legolas storms out of the room. He had heard enough. Now it was up to his father to explain what happen. What possibly could be the reason for hurting a child this bad? Anger boiled in his veins.
Aragorn was his friend, his father knew that. In all these years Legolas was reprimanded and preached to about how to not disgrace the family. This was as disgraceful as it got. His father failed to practice what he preached.
Elrond stands to rewrap Aragorn's arm. Elrohir walks bravely closer to his dad. If Thranduil did this, there was more to worry about, and he needed to know to brace for the best. Or the worst.
"Father, tell me the honest truth. Will Estel live?"
"Estel," Tears began to flow down Elrond face. He began to wrap Aragorn arm. "It seems he's dead, just his body forgot to stop his heart and his breathing... Oh Estel."
Elrohir grabs his father as he collapses. Elladan makes eye contact with Elrohir, telling him to put his father to bed. Knowing Elladan meant it, Elrohir puts an arm around his father.
"Come father, you need some rest." Elrohir insists.
"Elladan I'm not tired, I want to stay with Estel just in case."
"I'm Elrohir."
Elrond nodded in acknowledgment that he got the wrong twin. Elrohir helps his father off the floor. Not getting much more then one more verbal complaint, Elrohir helps his father out the door and to his room.
"Estel, you better live up to your name or you'll regret it." Elladan warns taking watch over his human brother.
If Estel died, Elladan knew he had no way of getting even. But he would find a way. Gently Elladan takes Aragorn's hand, singing lightly an elven lullaby. The one he knew Aragorn enjoyed the most.
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Legolas's temper didn't ease up one bit by the time he entered the garden. As a matter of fact, it had time to grow. Elves jump out of the way, not wanting to meet the elf at his boiling point. A dirty-dishwater blonde stands up from playing a game with another elf, and instantly points to where Thranduil was brooding. The royalty of Mirkwood's tempers were well known among all.
"Thank you," Legolas mutters walking past the elf.
"Your welcome," The elf gulps.
Walking into another clearing, he sees his father on the bench, his tunic looking a fright. It was clear he was in a no better mood than Legolas, but not for the same reasons. Thranduil didn't notice Legolas glaring at him, he was so lost in his own world. Legolas didn't care.
"Thranduil, what possessed you to hurt a child like that?" Legolas shouts.
Thranduil nearly jumps as he sees Legolas. "My son, you are well."
Legolas stands his ground, waiting for his question to be answered. Thranduil grew annoyed, not wanting to go over this.
"Legolas, I do not want to talk about it. It's not of importance."
"Not of importance, father? You need to get your priorities straight. Tell me, why did you try to kill the human child of Lord Elrond?"
"I did not mean to bring harm to the child," Thranduil looks up into his son's eyes. "He ruined my tunic and I just snapped."
"A TUNIC!! THIS WAS ALL OVER A STUPID TUNIC?!" Legolas screamed.
Thranduil's eyes drifted back down towards his feet. "Yes."
"Thranduil this has to stop, you shame the kingdom of Mirkwood with your temper." Legolas hisses, resisting the urge to pound Thranduil into the ground. "You lectured me on how to be the proper king, and you go and shame the name yourself. You should have listened to your own words spewing from your mouth."
Legolas is right, and Thranduil knows it. There was no flaw in his sons logic, not in the least. Thranduil's heart grew heavier, he truly didn't mean to harm the child, he lost control... And it was not the first time.
"Is this why my mother left with no trace that she ever existed?" Legolas asks bluntly.
"Yes, Legolas, she left with a group of humans." Thranduil shakes his head. "I respected her wish to leave so I didn't bother rewriting her name down in the books."
"Why didn't she take me?" Legolas asks.
Thranduil scoffs at the memory of why she didn't take her son. Again something foolish on his end. Legolas drew back in frustration. This was going nowhere.
"I need help. I know, Legolas, that is why I want to go seek Lady Galadriel's help."
"That is a good plan. For I know not how much longer I will be your son Legolas."
Thranduil's head lifts with surprise at his son's words, but Legolas is gone before anymore further questions can be asked. He looks at his hands, wondering where he went wrong. Conscientiously Thranduil gets up, heading towards the group of guards.
"I wish to go to Lothlorien, but I wish to converse with Lord Elrond to apologize for my actions," Thranduil speaks.
One of the elves rolls his eyes, then reaches to his side and pulls out a pouch. Thranduil eyebrows raise as he notices a handful of straw in the man's hand. Each elf takes a straw nervously.
The last elf closes his eyes to take his. It was the their commander, another dirty-dishwater blond elf, which oddly had a reddish tinge to it. When he pulled the shortest straw of all the other elves let up a pitying cheer. It was an odd game they played, he never saw elves do that before.
"Commander Asher, we wish you well." The original dirty-dishwater blonde laughs. "I'll tell auntie you died nobly."
"By nobility is more like it, Jenner." Asher corrects.
The men under his command pats him on the back as he walks away to Elrond's chamber. They all knew this is not how he wanted to end his career.
"So, this is how the great elves of Rivendell decide on who does what," Thranduil thinks out loud.
"Only the dangerous stuff, King Thranduil, only the dangerous stuff." A different elf responds.
"And what about the coloring of his hair? I never seen an elf with that coloring before."
"Ah," Jenner chuckles. "That is art created by Aragorn to show up his brothers."
"Yes, and probably his last, too."
The elves grew quiet, reminded of Aragorn's plight. All of them hoped against hope that he'd survive. Thranduil sighs, moving back to his bench. He had done more damage than he cared to admit.
"King Thranduil," it was Viiresse, "I'll tell Lady Galadriel your on your way. I have to ride to Lothlorien anyway."
"Thank you."
Viiresse bows low to Thranduil, still respectful of his status. Then he was off to the stalls. His horse only stayed with him for half a trip, the other half he ran. A trained elf messenger; one of the best, too.
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Okay I'm going to end it here. If you didn't know Viiresse, Jenner, and Asher are all elves I just gave names to, to make my life easier. Jenner and Asher are also two people who fought the darkside to keep this fic going. (don't ask, you don't wanna know.)