Okay this has started the eleventh chapter of the second fic I've done today. Now let see if my brain can keep up with keeping some fics separate and remember this plot line shall we. Oh and if there's any multitasking authors out their I would LOVE to hear from you. I feel like I'm the only one at times.
Disclaimer I don't own Tolkien's work, but I respect them.
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The gay song of a morning bird rang trough the trees of Loren. Such a sweet song, few ever dared to disturb it. It was even more sweet then an elven song. It paused for a second as the bird hopped a branch then began again, more loudly, but just as elegantly. To this song, Thranduil awoke from his forced slumber. His head hurt like it never did before, but his heart did feel lighter.
"Go tell Lord Celeborn that King Thranduil awakes." A guard orders from off to his side.
Thranduil cracks open his eyes, trying to recall what happened the night before. Flashes of the mirror, and handing over of the jewel, that's all he could recall. Maybe that was the reason for him loosing consciousness? Slowly Thranduil sat up, head spinning wildly. Then almost as suddenly he sat up he remembered Estal, what he had done.
"Good morning King Thranduil how do you feel today?" Celeborn asks walking towards him.
"I am fine, what happened?" Thranduil asks.
"Don't worry about it, it was not you for all these years. You were taken over by one of those vile things the dwarves have a tendency of digging up." Celeborn stops and sits next to Thranduil.
Unable to suppress the embarrassment of that, Thranduil flushes a shade of red. "Any word of Estal?"
"No, but she sent Haldir two and a quater of a week ago with a cure for Estal, he should be in Rivendell by now." Celeborn answers.
"A cure?"
"Yes, it was Galadriel's idea so I don't know what she sent, but do not worry Thranduil, it does not suit you."
"I know this does not suit the time, but do you think you could send out someone to try to find my wife? ... I want to try to make amends with her."
Celeborn's face froze in surprise, Galadriel was right, he would be soon to inquire about his wife. Just as skillfully as he did in his past, Thranduil read Celeborn's face like a book. He knew something was wrong with his wife, and Celeborn was to terrified to tell him about it. Frantically Thranduil searched Celeborn's eyes for the truth, or some hope.
"What's wrong, where's my wife? Do you know something?" Thranduil questions.
"Thranduil I'm sorry." Celeborn says barely audible.
"No."
Celeborn looks on Thranduil with pity, he knew how much Thranduil loved his wife. In the good times, it was like Thranduil loved her more then Celeborn loves Galadriel. To make his pity more, he couldn't imagine how he would take it if his wife died. Especially how Thranduil lost her, she never got to know it was not her husband that separated them.
"A few weeks ago we called for a hobbit. Bilbo is out somewhere with Gandalf right now, so your going to have to put up with this one. He's kind of dense, his names Vivi." Celeborn pauses to let his words sink in. "I think it would do you some good to visit the shire."
Thranduil just nods, to stunned about the news of his wife to respond. Gently Celeborn touched Thranduil's shoulder trying to show support. Then quietly Celeborn walked away to give Thranduil some much needed time alone. Not even one guard remained to watch Thranduil.
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Next chapter, with will be up by Saturday night I promise. I swear on the life of the hot elf Haldir, that it will be up. Unless reviews ::wink wink nudge nudge::
Disclaimer I don't own Tolkien's work, but I respect them.
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The gay song of a morning bird rang trough the trees of Loren. Such a sweet song, few ever dared to disturb it. It was even more sweet then an elven song. It paused for a second as the bird hopped a branch then began again, more loudly, but just as elegantly. To this song, Thranduil awoke from his forced slumber. His head hurt like it never did before, but his heart did feel lighter.
"Go tell Lord Celeborn that King Thranduil awakes." A guard orders from off to his side.
Thranduil cracks open his eyes, trying to recall what happened the night before. Flashes of the mirror, and handing over of the jewel, that's all he could recall. Maybe that was the reason for him loosing consciousness? Slowly Thranduil sat up, head spinning wildly. Then almost as suddenly he sat up he remembered Estal, what he had done.
"Good morning King Thranduil how do you feel today?" Celeborn asks walking towards him.
"I am fine, what happened?" Thranduil asks.
"Don't worry about it, it was not you for all these years. You were taken over by one of those vile things the dwarves have a tendency of digging up." Celeborn stops and sits next to Thranduil.
Unable to suppress the embarrassment of that, Thranduil flushes a shade of red. "Any word of Estal?"
"No, but she sent Haldir two and a quater of a week ago with a cure for Estal, he should be in Rivendell by now." Celeborn answers.
"A cure?"
"Yes, it was Galadriel's idea so I don't know what she sent, but do not worry Thranduil, it does not suit you."
"I know this does not suit the time, but do you think you could send out someone to try to find my wife? ... I want to try to make amends with her."
Celeborn's face froze in surprise, Galadriel was right, he would be soon to inquire about his wife. Just as skillfully as he did in his past, Thranduil read Celeborn's face like a book. He knew something was wrong with his wife, and Celeborn was to terrified to tell him about it. Frantically Thranduil searched Celeborn's eyes for the truth, or some hope.
"What's wrong, where's my wife? Do you know something?" Thranduil questions.
"Thranduil I'm sorry." Celeborn says barely audible.
"No."
Celeborn looks on Thranduil with pity, he knew how much Thranduil loved his wife. In the good times, it was like Thranduil loved her more then Celeborn loves Galadriel. To make his pity more, he couldn't imagine how he would take it if his wife died. Especially how Thranduil lost her, she never got to know it was not her husband that separated them.
"A few weeks ago we called for a hobbit. Bilbo is out somewhere with Gandalf right now, so your going to have to put up with this one. He's kind of dense, his names Vivi." Celeborn pauses to let his words sink in. "I think it would do you some good to visit the shire."
Thranduil just nods, to stunned about the news of his wife to respond. Gently Celeborn touched Thranduil's shoulder trying to show support. Then quietly Celeborn walked away to give Thranduil some much needed time alone. Not even one guard remained to watch Thranduil.
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Next chapter, with will be up by Saturday night I promise. I swear on the life of the hot elf Haldir, that it will be up. Unless reviews ::wink wink nudge nudge::