My Life, My Elf
Type : LOTR
Rating : PG -13 for future content.
Summary : The time for sickness is over, the cure must come.
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"Ooo. Legolas's steed is so good!" One of the clearly jealous boys leered at Legolas. Legolas glared from atop a black steed for his beloved Glil-Ganduil had caught a slightly horse cold.

"This is not my steed. Glil-Ganduil is my one and only steed. I have to ride this one till he gets better!" Legolas spat back.

Thurandil rode up on his majestic gray mare. "What's ails you son," he said looking directly at the jeering boys in question.

Legolas glared momentarily to his enemies but shrugged turning to his father, "Nothing. When will Glil-Ganduil get better?"

Thurandil frowned, "I don't know. Give him a few days to rest and I'm sure he'll get better soon!" Thurandil looked at the boys one more time before he patted Legolas's back and rode off.

"It your horse is as grand as you say it is! I bet it can run through the forest sick and come back fine!" Legolas bit his lip but only for a moment.

After all Glil-Ganduil was the biggest bestest horse ever, or at least he was in Legolas's eyes. Legolas nodded, "Fine. I'll do it!"

He turned his horse quickly and raced it up to the stable. He entered it and found he was alone. He calmly walked up the area and put the black steed away. He dashed over to Glil-Ganduil's stall and gave him some oats.

"Glil-Ganduil. Did you miss me? Would you like me to ride you?" He asked. The horse shook its head weakly, yet happily. Legolas was convinced that Glil-Ganduil could do it!

"Alright," He hissed riding up to his young elf playmates. He stared them down with his blue eyes. They frowned and pointed towards the forest.

Legolas dashed off quickly riding Glil-Ganduil like the wind. Thurandil frowned watching him from the gates of the castle, "I hope you learn a lesson from this. You'll kill that poor horse in your run."

Legolas rode hard and fast and was in shock that Glil-Ganduil faltered. His pace slowly and his footage was jerky. But Glil-Ganduil's pace slipped from Legolas's mind as the grunting sounds of orcs filled his ears.

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"It's my fault! It's my fault!" He cried. He saw blood staining the grass around Glil-Ganduil. His bright white fur was a muddy black and red.

Legolas turned his head painfully. "My fault." He whispered tears filling his eyes. His pale skin was a deathly white dotted with red.

He wondered how many bones the orcs had broken. Shifting just slightly made him shriek in pain. His thoughts clouded and he became wild with shock.

"Daddie! Daddie I'm sorry! I didn't mean to take him out! I knew he was sick! I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." Legolas babbled shaking his head back and forward his silver curls clinging to his sweaty face.

When he voice finally grew hoarse he relax with wide eyes and found he was staring into Glil-Ganduil's big black ones.

Thranduil ran as fast as he could. He'd beat those elfling boys red for what they convinced Legolas to do. The floor flew beneath his feet and he followed the tracks. The deep imprinted in the ground made him thankful, he would find his son soon.

Yet, his happy worried thoughts were cut short. Legolas's shout rang out through the forest. It was a horrible tortured soul of a shout.

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Yep, you guess it I took a chunk of the story out. It's for next chapter! ^_^

D-Chan