A/N: I would like to thank these reviewers.
Lady Laswen: I am sorry. I would've come up with something better, but it sounded cool at the time.
Heather112588: I will. Thank you.
Susomaru: I will and thanks. I try. But it's all thanks to my Beta Reader for helping me make it better.
On with the story.
Chapter 2: Crying Child
Legolas pulled the covers off himself to reveal a broad chest and a pair of green night pants. He hopped out of his bed and walked over to a closed window. He opened it and a cool breeze hit him.
His undone hair danced in the wind and he closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. The stars were still twinkling, as the moon was full and shining its light down upon the landscape. Legolas sighed; the dream was hurtful to him. But it was just a dream, right? "Was that a bad dream Earendil?" Legolas asked a certain star. It twinkled brighter than all the other stars. Legolas smiled. "Good. Let's keep it that way." He said out loud.
He started to hear footsteps coming down the hall towards his door. Running silently, he jumped onto his bed, making a soft thud as he landed. He looked at the door.
The door handle slowly turned and you heard a click. The door opened to reveal a crying 7-year-old boy. Legolas looked at the boy in question. "Estel, what is wrong? Legolas asked in concern. He opened his arms as the child ran into his arms and started crying. "What is wrong, young one?" Legolas asked when the child had calmed down. "I... I had scary dream, Uncle Legless." The child responded crackly voice. Legolas smiled at the way Estel said his name.
He looked so much like his father, Aragorn. He had his hair, his nose, his eyes, and his attitude. The only thing he got from his mother was her ears and her smile. Estel was the youngest of the four children Aragorn had. The eldest is Daemon, who just turned 27 two days ago. He looks exactly like Arwen. After him is Erin, the second eldest. She looks exactly like Aragorn. She is 25. The next is Maelin and Nephradil, the twin girls. They were born on separate days, and they are 21. They inherited the way they act from Elladan and Elrohir, Arwen's twin elder brothers. They look like Aragorn and Arwen mixed. The youngest, of coarse, was Estel. He got his name from Aragorn. Estel was very sick when he was born, so to help him, Aragorn gave him his name.
Legolas looked at Estel in his grey eyes. "Estel, its ok. Nothing is going to harm you now. I am here." Legolas paused, "Do you want to sleep in here?" Legolas asked. Estel nodded his head. "Very well. Come on." Legolas moved over and laid Estel on the bed. Estel cuddled up next to him and quickly fell asleep, feeling safe and out of the evil monsters way.
Legolas lightly kissed Estel on the forehead and lay down. An eerie sense of comfort but yet, sadness, filled the air. Legolas paid no heed to it, though. He fell asleep and fell into more disturbing dreams.
TBC...
Well, did you like? This time I promise, the NEXT CHAPTER will be really long.
Lady Laswen: I am sorry. I would've come up with something better, but it sounded cool at the time.
Heather112588: I will. Thank you.
Susomaru: I will and thanks. I try. But it's all thanks to my Beta Reader for helping me make it better.
On with the story.
Chapter 2: Crying Child
Legolas pulled the covers off himself to reveal a broad chest and a pair of green night pants. He hopped out of his bed and walked over to a closed window. He opened it and a cool breeze hit him.
His undone hair danced in the wind and he closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. The stars were still twinkling, as the moon was full and shining its light down upon the landscape. Legolas sighed; the dream was hurtful to him. But it was just a dream, right? "Was that a bad dream Earendil?" Legolas asked a certain star. It twinkled brighter than all the other stars. Legolas smiled. "Good. Let's keep it that way." He said out loud.
He started to hear footsteps coming down the hall towards his door. Running silently, he jumped onto his bed, making a soft thud as he landed. He looked at the door.
The door handle slowly turned and you heard a click. The door opened to reveal a crying 7-year-old boy. Legolas looked at the boy in question. "Estel, what is wrong? Legolas asked in concern. He opened his arms as the child ran into his arms and started crying. "What is wrong, young one?" Legolas asked when the child had calmed down. "I... I had scary dream, Uncle Legless." The child responded crackly voice. Legolas smiled at the way Estel said his name.
He looked so much like his father, Aragorn. He had his hair, his nose, his eyes, and his attitude. The only thing he got from his mother was her ears and her smile. Estel was the youngest of the four children Aragorn had. The eldest is Daemon, who just turned 27 two days ago. He looks exactly like Arwen. After him is Erin, the second eldest. She looks exactly like Aragorn. She is 25. The next is Maelin and Nephradil, the twin girls. They were born on separate days, and they are 21. They inherited the way they act from Elladan and Elrohir, Arwen's twin elder brothers. They look like Aragorn and Arwen mixed. The youngest, of coarse, was Estel. He got his name from Aragorn. Estel was very sick when he was born, so to help him, Aragorn gave him his name.
Legolas looked at Estel in his grey eyes. "Estel, its ok. Nothing is going to harm you now. I am here." Legolas paused, "Do you want to sleep in here?" Legolas asked. Estel nodded his head. "Very well. Come on." Legolas moved over and laid Estel on the bed. Estel cuddled up next to him and quickly fell asleep, feeling safe and out of the evil monsters way.
Legolas lightly kissed Estel on the forehead and lay down. An eerie sense of comfort but yet, sadness, filled the air. Legolas paid no heed to it, though. He fell asleep and fell into more disturbing dreams.
TBC...
Well, did you like? This time I promise, the NEXT CHAPTER will be really long.