I so wish I had Elrond's talent for taking care of kids. :: wipes the puke off her jogging pants:: Eww, I can just picture Elrond in my situation. ::Pictures something valiant::
In reality with Elrond:
Elrond looks to the corner of the couch, were one and a half year old Estel slept fitfully. He smiles as he brushes the hair out of his eyes. Kids were such cute things. Suddenly Estel lurches forward, stinky, chunky puke flies out all over the place.
Face twitching Elrond holds his hand in front of Estel as he continues to spew out more then what Elrond thought possible for the little body. Finally Elrond rests Estel back against the couch.
"HEY ELLADAN!" Elrond calls out. "Estel can out do you in one thing, and he's not even two, and not even poisoned by Orcs.
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Okay Okay don't mind my bad sense of humor. This is supposed to be an upsetting Legolas fic, yup yup.
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Thranduil holds new born Legolas, as a stream of yellow liquid sprays the front of his tunic. His servants giggle at the site.
"Thranduil, I'd like you to meet your new son, Legolas." His servant chuckles.
Thranduil just twitches.
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Sorry sorry, unto the fic! And no, this will not go yoai.
Disclaimer I do not own LOTR. :)
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Elrond enters the counsel area as the sun was beginning to peak over the tree tops. The sunrise is always so beautiful in Rivendell, rarely it was glum. Today the sunrise is exceptional, as if it knew everyone needed a cheering up. Relieved, Elrond closes his eyes, enjoying the breeze of the cooler season as it brushes across his face.
"Lord Elrond, good morning, how is your human son faring?" Thranduil speaks lightly from a corner chair.
"He's not doing any better nor any worse." Elrond responds.
Thranduil stands up heading over to Elrond with a guilty heart. Once there he stands beside Elrond, looking at the sunrise. Still hurt by the situation, Elrond does not acknowledge Thranduil's presence.
"I'm sorry about what I did, I had-"
"Thranduil." Elrond interrupts. "I know, it wasn't you who did that. You haven't been your self in a long time. I'm only glad now you realize... Estel is strong. I'm sure he'll make it through."
"Then I guess you herd I'm leaving."
Elrond opens his mouth to speak when an ecstatic Elladan runs in calling his name, fear dances in his eyes. By the look Aragorn took a turn for the worse. Glaring at Thranduil, Elrond turns to leave.
"Go now, before my good heart changes, and pray Estel does not die."
Thranduil cringes at the sound of Elrond's voice. There was no one more protective of their kids then Elrond. Most of the times he was open, forgiving, but at the loss of a kid there would be no forgiveness. It would be the type of thing to tear apart Rivendell, and Mirkwood forever.
"Please let Estel live." Thranduil prays up to any god listening.
****
Aragorn thrashes around in his bed, when Elrond runs into the room. Elrohir is carefully trying to pin Estel to the bed so that Aragorn would not get hurt. It was working for the most part, but blood ran down Elrohir's arms were Aragorn had scratched him. Then in an instant, Aragorn was still.
"Father." Elrohir backs up. "Father!"
"What is it?" Elrond asks running towards them.
"I don't think he's breathing." Elrohir is filled with horror.
Thin fingers of the elven lord search for a pulse on the boys neck. None could be found. Elrond shakes Estel, trying to get him to come back.
"Elrohir get off him... Elrohir!" Elrond snaps, then grabs Elrohir, tossing him off Estel.
Elrohir skids to a halt, to shocked by the events to register his flight. Elladan rushes to his brother's side, making sure he was all right. Once he is certain of Elrohir's health he looks at his father. He was trying desperately to resuscitate Aragorn. Scared, Elladan closes his eyes, praying to all elven gods to return Aragorn.
Seconds, seem like hours, before Elrond stops resuscitating Aragorn. Elladan looks up knowing it was the worst. Elrond turns, looking at Elladan, his energy spent.
"He's back with us." Elrond announces. "How's Elrohir?"
Elladan looks down at his brother, in all this time he didn't notice as Elrohir hugged him. He could tell his twin is crying, but he was fine. Protectively, Elladan pulls Elrohir closer.
"He's as fine as to be expected." Elladan answers.
"Why don't you get some sleep." Elrond suggests satisfied. "I'm going to be staying up to make sure Estel..."
Elladan watches his father, resisting his urge to cry. It hurt him to see his father usually so proud, now so broken over his youngest son. Elladan pushes Elrohir towards the blankets.
"Dad, Estel will make it, he's to stubborn to die."
"I know, you and Elrohir tried many times."
****
Three weeks, and two days later, Thranduil arrives in Lórien. Also as expected, he is greeted by Haldir, his brothers, Orophin, and Rúmil, and two other unnamed elves, at the northern Lórien border. But it was unexpected to the elves of Lórien, because the king of Mirkwood rarely ever visited them.
"So King Thranduil, what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?" Haldir asks.
"I need to speak to Lady Galadriel, it is of importance." Thranduil answers softly.
Haldir's face hardens then softens, "Come, we will take you."
Thranduil waits as bows are lowered from defensive mode. Something inside of him made him wonder if they accidentally killed someone sneaking up on visitors. But it remains more important to talk to Galadriel.
`
As they entered the great tree, Galadriel stood in waiting, already foreseeing his coming. Haldir bows, along with the other elves, then stand aside. Her eyes lift, directly looking at Thranduil
"Hello King Thranduil." Galadriel greets.
\\I know why your here.\\
Thranduil frowns, "Can you help me?"
\\Come with me.\\
Galadriel turns slowly, gracefully heading down a path. It seems like she floated along the path, she rarely stirred any thing below her. Thranduil follows her as soon as the accompanying elves disappear back to do their patrol.
Knowing Thranduil was behind her, Galadriel grabs her pitcher scooping up water, then turns to face him. He slows his pace till finally he stops. His eyes full of questions, but understanding for the woman before him.
"So tell me Thranduil, tell me what led you here?" Galadriel makes eye contact.
"I'm loosing control of my self Lady Galadriel. First with my wife, then what I did with Elrond's son." Thranduil felt tears pushing themselves to the corner of his eyes. "He was only a child and I-" Thranduil covers his face as he began to cry.
"Come to the mirror Thranduil, if you dare to look in."
Like a ghost Galadriel drifts to the mirror, slowly pouring the liquid from the golden pitcher. Thranduil lowers his hands, hesitantly walking to the mirror. He was afraid what he might see, what he might reveal to Galadriel.
At first he saw himself in the waters reflection. Tears stained his face, and he looks years older then he did days before. A tear drops from his eye into the pool, sending ripples along the mirror.
He saw the elf that brought Legolas to him, he had not known his wife was pregnant. But she had left not to long before. Something about him changing. Then he saw her as she went out the door.
"I warn you Thranduil, that jewel will be the destruction of you. But your obsession blinds you."
Then the mirror changed back to the darwf who gave him a small rare red jewel. He had to usually fight for them, but that day it was just handed to him.
The mirror changed again to see Legolas with a swaddled child, tears ran down his face.
The next flashes came fast, Thranduil could barely make them out. Then finally he saw the death of his son. Elrond was blaming him, for doing something like he did to his son Aragorn.
Thranduil couldn't' take it, he pulls from the mirror. His eyes flash dangerously at Galadriel. She looks back at him unfazed, people had different reactions, for which she was prepared.
"You lie!" Thranduil accuses.
"No, the mirror shows the past, and things that might happen." Galadriel responds calmly
\\Give me the jewel.\\
"NO you lie! I came to you for help but you tell me lies!"
Galadriel's eyes narrow, her look intensifying on Thranduil. Instinctively Thranduil reaches into his pocket fumbling something. Something deep with in him wanted to keep it from her. What right did she have to take it from him? She had no right it is his!
\\Give me the jewel!\\
"Do you want the same to happened to Essar (sp?), to happen your son?" Galadriel asks in a warning tone.
Thranduil freezes, his blood going cold. Aragorn was dying because of him, at his hand. He hurt a child, something possessed him to hurt a child. Now Aragorn might die, he might be dead right now. In a verge of panic, Thranduil thrusts out his hand with the jewel.
"Take it!" Thranduil orders. "I want it possessing me no more. TAKE IT!"
Galadriel takes the jewel, surprised how much evil it held. It threatened to take her to. Reaching into her pocket she pulls out a pouch, dumping the jewel in. It would need to be disposed of.
Elves ran down towards Galadriel and Thranduil, shouts had drawn them to the two. Much to their concern they find Thranduil looking like an elf gone mad. Celeborn runs from the center, grabbing Galadriel by the shoulders.
"Are you okay? We herd shouting." Celeborn asks with concern.
Galadriel tears her eyes from Thranduil to look at Celeborn. She blinks once to get the life back into her eyes.
"I em fine." Galadriel hands Celeborn the pouch. "Have an elf toss this in the river."
"No!" Thranduil makes a run at Celeborn.
Protectively Celeborn brings up his sword, slamming the handle of the sword into Thranduil's face. Thranduil drops like a bag of rocks to the ground. Celeborn steals a glance at Galadriel who is shocked by the actions. Whose he didn't know.
"It's all right, take him some place to rest, he'll better by morning." Galadriel whispers.
The one elf takes the bag to the river, as the others disburse to their homes. Galadriel hugs her husbands arm, she oddly felt tired. Smiling softly Celeborn picks her up.
"I haven't done this in centuries, I hope you don't mind." Celeborn says walking home.
"No," Galadriel rests her head on his shoulder. "I don't mind."
"May I ask what got into King Thranduil?" Celeborn asks.
"He was possessed by a darven jewel. Please excuse his actions, they were not his own. They haven't been for a while."
"I understand, rest, I'll have some elves watch Thranduil to make sure he's fine."
"I will... Celeborn?"
"Yes?"
"Who's going to tell Thranduil of his wife?"
***
Muhahahahha I'm so mean ain't I. It was difficult to write this, so please understand it took me some extra time.
In reality with Elrond:
Elrond looks to the corner of the couch, were one and a half year old Estel slept fitfully. He smiles as he brushes the hair out of his eyes. Kids were such cute things. Suddenly Estel lurches forward, stinky, chunky puke flies out all over the place.
Face twitching Elrond holds his hand in front of Estel as he continues to spew out more then what Elrond thought possible for the little body. Finally Elrond rests Estel back against the couch.
"HEY ELLADAN!" Elrond calls out. "Estel can out do you in one thing, and he's not even two, and not even poisoned by Orcs.
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Okay Okay don't mind my bad sense of humor. This is supposed to be an upsetting Legolas fic, yup yup.
___
Thranduil holds new born Legolas, as a stream of yellow liquid sprays the front of his tunic. His servants giggle at the site.
"Thranduil, I'd like you to meet your new son, Legolas." His servant chuckles.
Thranduil just twitches.
___
Sorry sorry, unto the fic! And no, this will not go yoai.
Disclaimer I do not own LOTR. :)
________
Elrond enters the counsel area as the sun was beginning to peak over the tree tops. The sunrise is always so beautiful in Rivendell, rarely it was glum. Today the sunrise is exceptional, as if it knew everyone needed a cheering up. Relieved, Elrond closes his eyes, enjoying the breeze of the cooler season as it brushes across his face.
"Lord Elrond, good morning, how is your human son faring?" Thranduil speaks lightly from a corner chair.
"He's not doing any better nor any worse." Elrond responds.
Thranduil stands up heading over to Elrond with a guilty heart. Once there he stands beside Elrond, looking at the sunrise. Still hurt by the situation, Elrond does not acknowledge Thranduil's presence.
"I'm sorry about what I did, I had-"
"Thranduil." Elrond interrupts. "I know, it wasn't you who did that. You haven't been your self in a long time. I'm only glad now you realize... Estel is strong. I'm sure he'll make it through."
"Then I guess you herd I'm leaving."
Elrond opens his mouth to speak when an ecstatic Elladan runs in calling his name, fear dances in his eyes. By the look Aragorn took a turn for the worse. Glaring at Thranduil, Elrond turns to leave.
"Go now, before my good heart changes, and pray Estel does not die."
Thranduil cringes at the sound of Elrond's voice. There was no one more protective of their kids then Elrond. Most of the times he was open, forgiving, but at the loss of a kid there would be no forgiveness. It would be the type of thing to tear apart Rivendell, and Mirkwood forever.
"Please let Estel live." Thranduil prays up to any god listening.
****
Aragorn thrashes around in his bed, when Elrond runs into the room. Elrohir is carefully trying to pin Estel to the bed so that Aragorn would not get hurt. It was working for the most part, but blood ran down Elrohir's arms were Aragorn had scratched him. Then in an instant, Aragorn was still.
"Father." Elrohir backs up. "Father!"
"What is it?" Elrond asks running towards them.
"I don't think he's breathing." Elrohir is filled with horror.
Thin fingers of the elven lord search for a pulse on the boys neck. None could be found. Elrond shakes Estel, trying to get him to come back.
"Elrohir get off him... Elrohir!" Elrond snaps, then grabs Elrohir, tossing him off Estel.
Elrohir skids to a halt, to shocked by the events to register his flight. Elladan rushes to his brother's side, making sure he was all right. Once he is certain of Elrohir's health he looks at his father. He was trying desperately to resuscitate Aragorn. Scared, Elladan closes his eyes, praying to all elven gods to return Aragorn.
Seconds, seem like hours, before Elrond stops resuscitating Aragorn. Elladan looks up knowing it was the worst. Elrond turns, looking at Elladan, his energy spent.
"He's back with us." Elrond announces. "How's Elrohir?"
Elladan looks down at his brother, in all this time he didn't notice as Elrohir hugged him. He could tell his twin is crying, but he was fine. Protectively, Elladan pulls Elrohir closer.
"He's as fine as to be expected." Elladan answers.
"Why don't you get some sleep." Elrond suggests satisfied. "I'm going to be staying up to make sure Estel..."
Elladan watches his father, resisting his urge to cry. It hurt him to see his father usually so proud, now so broken over his youngest son. Elladan pushes Elrohir towards the blankets.
"Dad, Estel will make it, he's to stubborn to die."
"I know, you and Elrohir tried many times."
****
Three weeks, and two days later, Thranduil arrives in Lórien. Also as expected, he is greeted by Haldir, his brothers, Orophin, and Rúmil, and two other unnamed elves, at the northern Lórien border. But it was unexpected to the elves of Lórien, because the king of Mirkwood rarely ever visited them.
"So King Thranduil, what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?" Haldir asks.
"I need to speak to Lady Galadriel, it is of importance." Thranduil answers softly.
Haldir's face hardens then softens, "Come, we will take you."
Thranduil waits as bows are lowered from defensive mode. Something inside of him made him wonder if they accidentally killed someone sneaking up on visitors. But it remains more important to talk to Galadriel.
`
As they entered the great tree, Galadriel stood in waiting, already foreseeing his coming. Haldir bows, along with the other elves, then stand aside. Her eyes lift, directly looking at Thranduil
"Hello King Thranduil." Galadriel greets.
\\I know why your here.\\
Thranduil frowns, "Can you help me?"
\\Come with me.\\
Galadriel turns slowly, gracefully heading down a path. It seems like she floated along the path, she rarely stirred any thing below her. Thranduil follows her as soon as the accompanying elves disappear back to do their patrol.
Knowing Thranduil was behind her, Galadriel grabs her pitcher scooping up water, then turns to face him. He slows his pace till finally he stops. His eyes full of questions, but understanding for the woman before him.
"So tell me Thranduil, tell me what led you here?" Galadriel makes eye contact.
"I'm loosing control of my self Lady Galadriel. First with my wife, then what I did with Elrond's son." Thranduil felt tears pushing themselves to the corner of his eyes. "He was only a child and I-" Thranduil covers his face as he began to cry.
"Come to the mirror Thranduil, if you dare to look in."
Like a ghost Galadriel drifts to the mirror, slowly pouring the liquid from the golden pitcher. Thranduil lowers his hands, hesitantly walking to the mirror. He was afraid what he might see, what he might reveal to Galadriel.
At first he saw himself in the waters reflection. Tears stained his face, and he looks years older then he did days before. A tear drops from his eye into the pool, sending ripples along the mirror.
He saw the elf that brought Legolas to him, he had not known his wife was pregnant. But she had left not to long before. Something about him changing. Then he saw her as she went out the door.
"I warn you Thranduil, that jewel will be the destruction of you. But your obsession blinds you."
Then the mirror changed back to the darwf who gave him a small rare red jewel. He had to usually fight for them, but that day it was just handed to him.
The mirror changed again to see Legolas with a swaddled child, tears ran down his face.
The next flashes came fast, Thranduil could barely make them out. Then finally he saw the death of his son. Elrond was blaming him, for doing something like he did to his son Aragorn.
Thranduil couldn't' take it, he pulls from the mirror. His eyes flash dangerously at Galadriel. She looks back at him unfazed, people had different reactions, for which she was prepared.
"You lie!" Thranduil accuses.
"No, the mirror shows the past, and things that might happen." Galadriel responds calmly
\\Give me the jewel.\\
"NO you lie! I came to you for help but you tell me lies!"
Galadriel's eyes narrow, her look intensifying on Thranduil. Instinctively Thranduil reaches into his pocket fumbling something. Something deep with in him wanted to keep it from her. What right did she have to take it from him? She had no right it is his!
\\Give me the jewel!\\
"Do you want the same to happened to Essar (sp?), to happen your son?" Galadriel asks in a warning tone.
Thranduil freezes, his blood going cold. Aragorn was dying because of him, at his hand. He hurt a child, something possessed him to hurt a child. Now Aragorn might die, he might be dead right now. In a verge of panic, Thranduil thrusts out his hand with the jewel.
"Take it!" Thranduil orders. "I want it possessing me no more. TAKE IT!"
Galadriel takes the jewel, surprised how much evil it held. It threatened to take her to. Reaching into her pocket she pulls out a pouch, dumping the jewel in. It would need to be disposed of.
Elves ran down towards Galadriel and Thranduil, shouts had drawn them to the two. Much to their concern they find Thranduil looking like an elf gone mad. Celeborn runs from the center, grabbing Galadriel by the shoulders.
"Are you okay? We herd shouting." Celeborn asks with concern.
Galadriel tears her eyes from Thranduil to look at Celeborn. She blinks once to get the life back into her eyes.
"I em fine." Galadriel hands Celeborn the pouch. "Have an elf toss this in the river."
"No!" Thranduil makes a run at Celeborn.
Protectively Celeborn brings up his sword, slamming the handle of the sword into Thranduil's face. Thranduil drops like a bag of rocks to the ground. Celeborn steals a glance at Galadriel who is shocked by the actions. Whose he didn't know.
"It's all right, take him some place to rest, he'll better by morning." Galadriel whispers.
The one elf takes the bag to the river, as the others disburse to their homes. Galadriel hugs her husbands arm, she oddly felt tired. Smiling softly Celeborn picks her up.
"I haven't done this in centuries, I hope you don't mind." Celeborn says walking home.
"No," Galadriel rests her head on his shoulder. "I don't mind."
"May I ask what got into King Thranduil?" Celeborn asks.
"He was possessed by a darven jewel. Please excuse his actions, they were not his own. They haven't been for a while."
"I understand, rest, I'll have some elves watch Thranduil to make sure he's fine."
"I will... Celeborn?"
"Yes?"
"Who's going to tell Thranduil of his wife?"
***
Muhahahahha I'm so mean ain't I. It was difficult to write this, so please understand it took me some extra time.