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OOC: Ok, just a note. I've mentioned some things in this and the previous chapter. And you probably know that there aren't any stories about them. Yet. I have two stories planned out a sort of series of sort. I guess. But I will explain in greater detail in the stories themselves and then it will make some more sense. I think; I hope anywayG
This chapter is descriptive and very bloody, so it is a PG 13 rating. If blood disturbs you, do not read.
Chapter 6 What to do?
Elrohir watched in amusement as his little brother paced back and forth, from one side of the court to the other. Over and over again. It had been several hours since they had fled Legolas' room.
"What's taking so long?!?"
Adoril rolled his eyes, as did Meldon.
"How should we know?" They replied simultaneously then turned and grinned at each other.
Aragorn glared at them. Then sighed and slumped down on a near by seat.
"It's all my fault."
Elrohir rolled his eyes; it was always Estel's fault. Or so he always said.
"Shut up, Estel." This came from Elladan. "It's not your fault. If it is anyone's it is mine."
Before they could argue on whose fault it was, Elrond walked very calmly into the courtyard.
"How is he?" "Is he ok" "What's wrong?" The questions flew fast and thick, and immediately stopped when Elrond held up a hand.
"Legolas is fine, he would like to speak with you all."
*~*~*~*~*
Legolas listlessly moved his left hand over the coverlet, letting his long slender fingers trace the patterns. He sighed, trying to figure out how he would tell his friends what he and Elrond had decided upon.
The door burst open as Elladan, Elrohir, Adoril, Aragorn and Meldon rushed in.
Legolas let a smile creep on his face. Whatever his friends might be, they worried needlessly about him. *"Well they have good reason."* His conscience nagged.
"SO?"
Legolas sighed, "Well." He swallowed. "Lord Elrond decided that the past two weeks have put a lot of well, strain on me and that is why the voices in the dark are the voices of those who were killed."
He looked up. Each face was filled with confusion.
"What voices in the dark?"
Legolas coughed, "Well, I suppose I should start at the beginning huh?"
"That would help." Aragorn grinned.
Legolas smiled back weakly.
"It all began two weeks ago on this very day.."
*~*Flashback*~*
(Though Legolas tells the story, some of it is actually from Thranduil's POV and then Legolas' POV and this is told like it is just happening) (P.O.V. Point of View)
(Thranduil's POV)
"Legolas! Where is he? Legolas!" There were many times that King Thranduil doubted ever having more than 6 children. He had been blessed with a strong male that would take his place after he either died or resigned his throne. He had also been blessed with two other sons and three daughters. He had been happy, but his wife had not been.
"Just one more." She had begged. "Just one more."
Thranduil had never been able to say no to his beloved wife. And so she became pregnant and gave birth to Legolas. But 10 years after Legolas' birth, she had left for the undying lands. Leaving a distraught and heartbroken family behind. Legolas had suffered the most. Thranduil sighed. His youngest barely remembered his mother. He had been raised mainly by his sisters and his nanny. He had never been spoiled. Thranduil smiled, though it was a sad smile. No, Legolas hadn't been spoiled, rather the opposite. His oldest sister had made sure of that. He had been given regular chores. From washing dishes to mucking the stables. No Legolas had not been spoiled.
"Legolas!" He called again. This time it brought results
"Yes ada?"
"Legolas, there is a patrol that will reconnaissance at the edge of the southern forest. I want you to go there and meet them. I want another patrol to go the southwest and another to the southeast. I want you to be in charge of the southwest."
Legolas nodded his eyes alight with eagerness.
Thranduil felt a pang. He had his mother's eyes. His mother's fair features. He had been born several months prematurely.
"Ada? Are you ok?" Legolas' soft voice broke into his thoughts.
Thranduil quickly broke from his thoughts and turned his attention back to his son.
"I am fine." He smiled. "Be careful Legolas, I have received reports of increased attacks from the orcs."
Legolas smiled, "Don't worry ada. I'll be fine."
Little did they know then how much anguish that they would both suffer in the next two weeks.
*~*~*~*
(Jaeol's POV)
Jaeol sighed impatiently. He looked back at his patrol. He had been put in charge of the patrol, and it was his duty to see that everyone was safe.
A whistle came through the trees. Jaeol frowned 'what was the youngest prince of Mirkwood doing here? He would have expected Thalion (Legolas' 2nd oldest brother) or Tasari, (Legolas 3rd oldest brother) but not Legolas. He would have expected King Thranduil to keep Legolas at the palace like he usually did. And for good reasons too. Prince Legolas had just recovered from the last time he had been in the forest.
"Governan Jaeol."
Jaeol could have groaned. The smile on Legolas face and the sparkle in his eyes told him to be wary.
"My father wants the southeast and the southwest patrolled."
Jaeol waited, hoping and praying what was coming wasn't what he thought it was going to be.
"My father would like me to take the southwest patrol. He said to split the patrol in half. I'll take one and you take the other."
Jaeol let a smile creep on his face. So that was it. King Thranduil was trying to teach Legolas responsibility. 'Though' Jaeol thought wryly 'he doubted it was going to work.' He kept his thoughts to himself and nodded.
Ramildas you will come with me, Neinnor and Nehil you'll go with Prince Legolas." He continued splitting the patrol. He made sure to split them evenly. Making sure that there were older and younger elves on each patrol. Though he made sure to give Legolas the more seasoned warriors.
Once ready Legolas gave out the reconnaissance and rode off with his patrol and Jaeol with his.
Once out of hearing distance of Legolas, Jaeol turned to Ramildas "So, do you think that our prince will handle the challenge with ease?" He grinned.
Ramildas just laughed.
*~*~*~*~*
(Legolas' POV)
It was dark, Legolas thought sadly. His father had told him many tales of when Mirkwood used to be called Greenwood the Great. But now it was so full of evil it was called Mirkwood. The evil had spread its darkness throughout Mirkwood, even though King Thranduil did everything within his power to stop it.
It was quiet. Too quiet. Not even a bird whistled. Legolas peered into the forest.
*"There is danger."* The trees whispered to him. *"Orcs approach!"*
They screamed the warning.
Legolas whipped out an arrow, notched it, pointed it into the forest and waited.
They dropped out of the shadows like wraiths. Legolas was shocked; he hadn't heard a single thing.
*~*~*~*
(Jaeol's POV)
He was in pain. Horrible pain. He watched as his friends, his companions, his brothers in arms, were ruthlessly cut down, and slaughtered like animals. Many of them couldn't move and they were chopped to bits, alive. He was forced to watch as his brother, his little brother who was on his very first patrol, brutally hacked into pieces. He watched in agony as his brother screamed his name. Screamed his pain. Screamed until he could no longer scream. He screamed until his spirit fled to the Hall of Mandos.
Jaeol wept. Tears fell unchecked down his bloodstained cheeks. "Hiro ith ab 'wanath." (May they find peace after death.) He whispered. "Hiro ith ab 'wanath."
*~*~*~*
(Legolas' POV)
Legolas paced from one tree to the other. They had survived the battle. But several had been wounded, though thankfully none were killed. They were at the reconnaissance point, and had been for two hours. But there was still no sign of Jaeol or any of the other patrol. He sighed. What to do, what to do?
"Legolas?"
"Yes Neinnor?"
Neinnor hesitated slightly. "We need to get the wounded back to the palace."
Legolas nodded, his eyes never leaving the point where Jaeol should have come from. He turned suddenly to Neinnor.
"Can you not feel it?" He whispered.
Neinnor frowned, "Feel what?"
Legolas closed his eyes as if in pain. "The trees cry out in sorrow." He opened his eyes. Neinnor was shocked at the pain in his prince's eyes.
"I fear the worst."
*~*~*~*~*
They had decided to go back to the palace, and once there Legolas conferred with his father and they sent out another patrol. They didn't return.
Legolas begged his father to take a patrol and see what had happened to the two patrols. Thranduil refused. Legolas persisted and in the end, won out. He took a patrol and left immediately.
They rode hard. Legolas gnawed by worry urged his horse ahead of the others. He had a horrible feeling about this, and he wanted to prove himself wrong.
He smelt blood before he saw it. He jerked his horse to a stop. Horror filling him. There was blood everywhere. As were body pieces. Legolas felt bile rise up in his throat. He suddenly heard a choking gasp. He jumped off his horse and ran to the sound. It was Jaeol. He was alive, barely. Legolas could see the light ebbing slowly from his body. He quickly picked up his friend and cradled his to his chest.
Jaeol looked up in wonder at his prince. "You came?" He gasped.
The wonder in his voice hit Legolas like a physical blow.
"Yes." He whispered. "I came."
Jaeol reached up with a bloody hand and gently touched Legolas' cheek.
"You came." He whispered once more and then the light in his eyes faded completely.
The forest was silent except for the quiet sobs of a prince holding a friend, companion and brother at arms.
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Thanks to everyone who is reading this! It really means a lot to me.
MoraTheWolfGod: More! More! More! Here it isG
EarendilStar: Hey Thanks for the correction. I thought that that looked funnyG Here's a secret hint (It involves 4 other elves and a humanG) Glad you like the story!
Legolas's fanatical fan girl: Yes that is how I ended the chapter. But hopefully this helpsG
Lady of Legolas: Awwww! Thanks! Big Hug for you!
Lady Lenna: New reviewer! Hooray! Thanks for reading! Yeah I guess most elves would be afraid of the dark. Elves are of the light and well the darkness is not lightG
Thanks to everyone again! Happy reading!
OOC: Ok, just a note. I've mentioned some things in this and the previous chapter. And you probably know that there aren't any stories about them. Yet. I have two stories planned out a sort of series of sort. I guess. But I will explain in greater detail in the stories themselves and then it will make some more sense. I think; I hope anywayG
This chapter is descriptive and very bloody, so it is a PG 13 rating. If blood disturbs you, do not read.
Chapter 6 What to do?
Elrohir watched in amusement as his little brother paced back and forth, from one side of the court to the other. Over and over again. It had been several hours since they had fled Legolas' room.
"What's taking so long?!?"
Adoril rolled his eyes, as did Meldon.
"How should we know?" They replied simultaneously then turned and grinned at each other.
Aragorn glared at them. Then sighed and slumped down on a near by seat.
"It's all my fault."
Elrohir rolled his eyes; it was always Estel's fault. Or so he always said.
"Shut up, Estel." This came from Elladan. "It's not your fault. If it is anyone's it is mine."
Before they could argue on whose fault it was, Elrond walked very calmly into the courtyard.
"How is he?" "Is he ok" "What's wrong?" The questions flew fast and thick, and immediately stopped when Elrond held up a hand.
"Legolas is fine, he would like to speak with you all."
*~*~*~*~*
Legolas listlessly moved his left hand over the coverlet, letting his long slender fingers trace the patterns. He sighed, trying to figure out how he would tell his friends what he and Elrond had decided upon.
The door burst open as Elladan, Elrohir, Adoril, Aragorn and Meldon rushed in.
Legolas let a smile creep on his face. Whatever his friends might be, they worried needlessly about him. *"Well they have good reason."* His conscience nagged.
"SO?"
Legolas sighed, "Well." He swallowed. "Lord Elrond decided that the past two weeks have put a lot of well, strain on me and that is why the voices in the dark are the voices of those who were killed."
He looked up. Each face was filled with confusion.
"What voices in the dark?"
Legolas coughed, "Well, I suppose I should start at the beginning huh?"
"That would help." Aragorn grinned.
Legolas smiled back weakly.
"It all began two weeks ago on this very day.."
*~*Flashback*~*
(Though Legolas tells the story, some of it is actually from Thranduil's POV and then Legolas' POV and this is told like it is just happening) (P.O.V. Point of View)
(Thranduil's POV)
"Legolas! Where is he? Legolas!" There were many times that King Thranduil doubted ever having more than 6 children. He had been blessed with a strong male that would take his place after he either died or resigned his throne. He had also been blessed with two other sons and three daughters. He had been happy, but his wife had not been.
"Just one more." She had begged. "Just one more."
Thranduil had never been able to say no to his beloved wife. And so she became pregnant and gave birth to Legolas. But 10 years after Legolas' birth, she had left for the undying lands. Leaving a distraught and heartbroken family behind. Legolas had suffered the most. Thranduil sighed. His youngest barely remembered his mother. He had been raised mainly by his sisters and his nanny. He had never been spoiled. Thranduil smiled, though it was a sad smile. No, Legolas hadn't been spoiled, rather the opposite. His oldest sister had made sure of that. He had been given regular chores. From washing dishes to mucking the stables. No Legolas had not been spoiled.
"Legolas!" He called again. This time it brought results
"Yes ada?"
"Legolas, there is a patrol that will reconnaissance at the edge of the southern forest. I want you to go there and meet them. I want another patrol to go the southwest and another to the southeast. I want you to be in charge of the southwest."
Legolas nodded his eyes alight with eagerness.
Thranduil felt a pang. He had his mother's eyes. His mother's fair features. He had been born several months prematurely.
"Ada? Are you ok?" Legolas' soft voice broke into his thoughts.
Thranduil quickly broke from his thoughts and turned his attention back to his son.
"I am fine." He smiled. "Be careful Legolas, I have received reports of increased attacks from the orcs."
Legolas smiled, "Don't worry ada. I'll be fine."
Little did they know then how much anguish that they would both suffer in the next two weeks.
*~*~*~*
(Jaeol's POV)
Jaeol sighed impatiently. He looked back at his patrol. He had been put in charge of the patrol, and it was his duty to see that everyone was safe.
A whistle came through the trees. Jaeol frowned 'what was the youngest prince of Mirkwood doing here? He would have expected Thalion (Legolas' 2nd oldest brother) or Tasari, (Legolas 3rd oldest brother) but not Legolas. He would have expected King Thranduil to keep Legolas at the palace like he usually did. And for good reasons too. Prince Legolas had just recovered from the last time he had been in the forest.
"Governan Jaeol."
Jaeol could have groaned. The smile on Legolas face and the sparkle in his eyes told him to be wary.
"My father wants the southeast and the southwest patrolled."
Jaeol waited, hoping and praying what was coming wasn't what he thought it was going to be.
"My father would like me to take the southwest patrol. He said to split the patrol in half. I'll take one and you take the other."
Jaeol let a smile creep on his face. So that was it. King Thranduil was trying to teach Legolas responsibility. 'Though' Jaeol thought wryly 'he doubted it was going to work.' He kept his thoughts to himself and nodded.
Ramildas you will come with me, Neinnor and Nehil you'll go with Prince Legolas." He continued splitting the patrol. He made sure to split them evenly. Making sure that there were older and younger elves on each patrol. Though he made sure to give Legolas the more seasoned warriors.
Once ready Legolas gave out the reconnaissance and rode off with his patrol and Jaeol with his.
Once out of hearing distance of Legolas, Jaeol turned to Ramildas "So, do you think that our prince will handle the challenge with ease?" He grinned.
Ramildas just laughed.
*~*~*~*~*
(Legolas' POV)
It was dark, Legolas thought sadly. His father had told him many tales of when Mirkwood used to be called Greenwood the Great. But now it was so full of evil it was called Mirkwood. The evil had spread its darkness throughout Mirkwood, even though King Thranduil did everything within his power to stop it.
It was quiet. Too quiet. Not even a bird whistled. Legolas peered into the forest.
*"There is danger."* The trees whispered to him. *"Orcs approach!"*
They screamed the warning.
Legolas whipped out an arrow, notched it, pointed it into the forest and waited.
They dropped out of the shadows like wraiths. Legolas was shocked; he hadn't heard a single thing.
*~*~*~*
(Jaeol's POV)
He was in pain. Horrible pain. He watched as his friends, his companions, his brothers in arms, were ruthlessly cut down, and slaughtered like animals. Many of them couldn't move and they were chopped to bits, alive. He was forced to watch as his brother, his little brother who was on his very first patrol, brutally hacked into pieces. He watched in agony as his brother screamed his name. Screamed his pain. Screamed until he could no longer scream. He screamed until his spirit fled to the Hall of Mandos.
Jaeol wept. Tears fell unchecked down his bloodstained cheeks. "Hiro ith ab 'wanath." (May they find peace after death.) He whispered. "Hiro ith ab 'wanath."
*~*~*~*
(Legolas' POV)
Legolas paced from one tree to the other. They had survived the battle. But several had been wounded, though thankfully none were killed. They were at the reconnaissance point, and had been for two hours. But there was still no sign of Jaeol or any of the other patrol. He sighed. What to do, what to do?
"Legolas?"
"Yes Neinnor?"
Neinnor hesitated slightly. "We need to get the wounded back to the palace."
Legolas nodded, his eyes never leaving the point where Jaeol should have come from. He turned suddenly to Neinnor.
"Can you not feel it?" He whispered.
Neinnor frowned, "Feel what?"
Legolas closed his eyes as if in pain. "The trees cry out in sorrow." He opened his eyes. Neinnor was shocked at the pain in his prince's eyes.
"I fear the worst."
*~*~*~*~*
They had decided to go back to the palace, and once there Legolas conferred with his father and they sent out another patrol. They didn't return.
Legolas begged his father to take a patrol and see what had happened to the two patrols. Thranduil refused. Legolas persisted and in the end, won out. He took a patrol and left immediately.
They rode hard. Legolas gnawed by worry urged his horse ahead of the others. He had a horrible feeling about this, and he wanted to prove himself wrong.
He smelt blood before he saw it. He jerked his horse to a stop. Horror filling him. There was blood everywhere. As were body pieces. Legolas felt bile rise up in his throat. He suddenly heard a choking gasp. He jumped off his horse and ran to the sound. It was Jaeol. He was alive, barely. Legolas could see the light ebbing slowly from his body. He quickly picked up his friend and cradled his to his chest.
Jaeol looked up in wonder at his prince. "You came?" He gasped.
The wonder in his voice hit Legolas like a physical blow.
"Yes." He whispered. "I came."
Jaeol reached up with a bloody hand and gently touched Legolas' cheek.
"You came." He whispered once more and then the light in his eyes faded completely.
The forest was silent except for the quiet sobs of a prince holding a friend, companion and brother at arms.