Title: The Light in the Dark
Summary:seechapter one
Disclaimer: see chapter one
A/N: All reviews welcome., all flames will be burned to keep me warm.
Now to all your great reviewers!
Deana: Yes he shouldn't have but you know stubborn elves
Catmint: Cliffhangers rule! and thanks
grumpy: Trapped *shudder* so bad
Estelle1: Wanda LOL as if
Firniswin: Yes pain we loves it!
Elven Kitten: ahem Yes I am evil but I like to be *g*
IrishQT: Yesss Legolas angst is good, and Estel angst is gooood and thanks for reading I think you would enjoy Stand or Fall many Legolas hurts there
Viresse0: Sauron made me do it honest *g*
Narya Silver Fox: I hope this chapter answers some of them but not all
Frisha: Bleak and dark yessssss
Ymmas Sirron: Ummmm yes poor Estel!!!!
I would love to thank all of you for reading this fic. I am sad to say there is only one more chapter in this one. However I am working on a new Estel and Legolas fic as we speak. Now that being said and many thanks for you all! On with the chapter!
Chapter 6
The pitiful cries were heard by the elves on the other side. Their hearts ripped open. Here they were so close to getting to them. Elrond worked frantically his hands tearing at the rock preventing him from getting to the child on the other side. The child who was sobbing and pleading for his help.
Estel held Legolas whispering in his ear. "Please Legolas hang on. I know you can do it. Mirkwood elves are supposed to be superior, remember? What would 'Dan and 'Ro say if they outlived you?" Estel's breaths were coming in short, shallow gasps. The air was almost gone and he was fighting for each intake of the precious oxygen. As his body felt ready to collapse he gave one last look at his friend. "Legolas, if I could give you my strength I would." He gently rubbed the gash on Legolas' head. Estel merely wanted his friend to live and the thought of dying here in this place with no one to even hold his hand made him angry. He held onto his friend and pulled him close. Tears of anguish ran down his face but he held firm to Legolas. "You will not be alone, not while I am here. If I could heal you I would, if Ada had only taught me you would be all better now." He said the tears still streaming. "I would give anything for you to be better Legolas, even my life." Estel placed his hands on his friends head willing the pain to go away. He closed his eyes not wanting to see his friend take his last breath. What he did not see was Thranduil and Elrond making their way through the wall at last, or the light which left his small hands and went into the elf.
"NO! Estel stop!" Elrond shouted but it was too late. Legolas sat up with a gasp, his head feeling better as if he had slept the pain away. Beside him lay Estel as if asleep with a smile on his face.
"Legolas!" Thranduil said running to his son. "My child, are you alright?"
"I had hurt my head father, but now it seems to be fine. All I remember is falling and a sense of being painfree, then something washed over me; I felt better and awoke and you were here. When did Lord Elrond get here?" he said looking confused.
Elrond stood over the form of his son and tears rolled down his usually stoic face. His Estel, his son now laid at his feet. His body broken and yet a smile was on his face. Elladan and Elrohir ran to their father.
"Ada what is it is he?... tell me he is not Ada, tell me!" Elladan sobbed.
"No Elladan, he is not dead but he may not live the night. Come let us get him to the healing room." Elrond picked up Estel careful of his legs and walked out of the dark where his son had been for so long.
Legolas looked to his father as Thranduil scooped him up to follow. "Adar I am fine, really. I can walk, I feel much better." Legolas tried to convince his father even though he was tired. He looked down on his father and noticed his bandaged hands. "Ada what happened to your hands?"
Thranduil smiled his son had no idea how much he loved him at this moment. "My hands are fine elfling. It is you who are in need of care. Now lay your head down and rest. We will be in the healing room in a moment.." Legolas laid his head down and in minutes he was asleep.
Upstairs Elrond laid Estel on the bed and first looked at his legs. One was tied to a broom. He could not believe it but he unwrapped it gently, reset it and splinted it. That leg would heal in no time at all for it was not a bad break. When his eyes glanced down at the other leg he was almost sick. It lay in an odd angle, twisted and he knew it must have hurt severly. Even though the child was asleep he still felt bad about having to set this leg. "Elladan, Elrohir come hold your brother while I set his leg."
"But Ada he is unconscious. He should not waken should he?"
Elrond simply looked at Elrohir and the younger twin knew this was going to be painful indeed even if Estel was being held in the clutches of the darkness. As Elrond turned and twisted the leg the right way, Estel fought hard against it. His cries could be heard throughout the room and probably the house, but he never once wakened. Thranduil cringed as he entered the room and laid Legolas down on the bed.
"But Ada I am not sleepy." Legolas protested.
"Hush child and get some rest." The Elf lord said. "How is he how is Estel?" He inquired as he looked over the bed opposite his son's.
"I think Estel used his gift of healing. His body is weak and I do not know if he will waken at all. He was far too young to do this and he had no idea he was even doing it, I do not think."
"Do you mean to say that he saved my son?"
"Aye I mean to say he did not even realize what he did, only that he wanted Legolas to be alright, at the cost now of his own life perhaps."
"Can you do nothing? Can you not help the child?" Thranduil looked on, his eyes begging for an answer.
"Even I do not possess that much healing aura. He was already weak; he may be too weakened and too far gone now."
"You have to try Ada, you have to! Please Ada!" The twins cried.
Elrond placed his hands on Estel's head and tried to release all his elven healing into the child but the child did not stir. Elladan came over and placed his hands on his brother as his tears fell onto the sheets. Even with both of them combined there was not enough to save the child. Elladan sobbed harder as he realized they did not posses enough strength but he was soon shocked as Thranduil came to stand beside the bed.
"Do you think I can help?"
"Possibly my old friend, possibly." With Elrond's help, the mighty elf king and the twins channeled all their healing into the child. Estel stirred and sighed. Almost too good to be true he rolled over on his side and fell into a more peaceful sleep.
Elrond and the others were exhausted. "Come everyone, go get some rest. I will watch out for the two young ones." All reluctantly nodded their heads not really wanting to leave. "Fine, stay if you wish but I do not know where all of you will sleep."
In moments Thranduil had called for blankets and extra pillows to be brought into the room. Elladan and Elrohir curled up on a blanket on the floor next to Estel's bed. Elrond covered them with another blanket for they were both tired and soon fell fast asleep. Neither father could be persuaded the leave their son's side so the servants gave them each a blanket and a pillow and departed, leaving the families alone for the night.
Until we meet again!
Summary:seechapter one
Disclaimer: see chapter one
A/N: All reviews welcome., all flames will be burned to keep me warm.
Now to all your great reviewers!
Deana: Yes he shouldn't have but you know stubborn elves
Catmint: Cliffhangers rule! and thanks
grumpy: Trapped *shudder* so bad
Estelle1: Wanda LOL as if
Firniswin: Yes pain we loves it!
Elven Kitten: ahem Yes I am evil but I like to be *g*
IrishQT: Yesss Legolas angst is good, and Estel angst is gooood and thanks for reading I think you would enjoy Stand or Fall many Legolas hurts there
Viresse0: Sauron made me do it honest *g*
Narya Silver Fox: I hope this chapter answers some of them but not all
Frisha: Bleak and dark yessssss
Ymmas Sirron: Ummmm yes poor Estel!!!!
I would love to thank all of you for reading this fic. I am sad to say there is only one more chapter in this one. However I am working on a new Estel and Legolas fic as we speak. Now that being said and many thanks for you all! On with the chapter!
Chapter 6
The pitiful cries were heard by the elves on the other side. Their hearts ripped open. Here they were so close to getting to them. Elrond worked frantically his hands tearing at the rock preventing him from getting to the child on the other side. The child who was sobbing and pleading for his help.
Estel held Legolas whispering in his ear. "Please Legolas hang on. I know you can do it. Mirkwood elves are supposed to be superior, remember? What would 'Dan and 'Ro say if they outlived you?" Estel's breaths were coming in short, shallow gasps. The air was almost gone and he was fighting for each intake of the precious oxygen. As his body felt ready to collapse he gave one last look at his friend. "Legolas, if I could give you my strength I would." He gently rubbed the gash on Legolas' head. Estel merely wanted his friend to live and the thought of dying here in this place with no one to even hold his hand made him angry. He held onto his friend and pulled him close. Tears of anguish ran down his face but he held firm to Legolas. "You will not be alone, not while I am here. If I could heal you I would, if Ada had only taught me you would be all better now." He said the tears still streaming. "I would give anything for you to be better Legolas, even my life." Estel placed his hands on his friends head willing the pain to go away. He closed his eyes not wanting to see his friend take his last breath. What he did not see was Thranduil and Elrond making their way through the wall at last, or the light which left his small hands and went into the elf.
"NO! Estel stop!" Elrond shouted but it was too late. Legolas sat up with a gasp, his head feeling better as if he had slept the pain away. Beside him lay Estel as if asleep with a smile on his face.
"Legolas!" Thranduil said running to his son. "My child, are you alright?"
"I had hurt my head father, but now it seems to be fine. All I remember is falling and a sense of being painfree, then something washed over me; I felt better and awoke and you were here. When did Lord Elrond get here?" he said looking confused.
Elrond stood over the form of his son and tears rolled down his usually stoic face. His Estel, his son now laid at his feet. His body broken and yet a smile was on his face. Elladan and Elrohir ran to their father.
"Ada what is it is he?... tell me he is not Ada, tell me!" Elladan sobbed.
"No Elladan, he is not dead but he may not live the night. Come let us get him to the healing room." Elrond picked up Estel careful of his legs and walked out of the dark where his son had been for so long.
Legolas looked to his father as Thranduil scooped him up to follow. "Adar I am fine, really. I can walk, I feel much better." Legolas tried to convince his father even though he was tired. He looked down on his father and noticed his bandaged hands. "Ada what happened to your hands?"
Thranduil smiled his son had no idea how much he loved him at this moment. "My hands are fine elfling. It is you who are in need of care. Now lay your head down and rest. We will be in the healing room in a moment.." Legolas laid his head down and in minutes he was asleep.
Upstairs Elrond laid Estel on the bed and first looked at his legs. One was tied to a broom. He could not believe it but he unwrapped it gently, reset it and splinted it. That leg would heal in no time at all for it was not a bad break. When his eyes glanced down at the other leg he was almost sick. It lay in an odd angle, twisted and he knew it must have hurt severly. Even though the child was asleep he still felt bad about having to set this leg. "Elladan, Elrohir come hold your brother while I set his leg."
"But Ada he is unconscious. He should not waken should he?"
Elrond simply looked at Elrohir and the younger twin knew this was going to be painful indeed even if Estel was being held in the clutches of the darkness. As Elrond turned and twisted the leg the right way, Estel fought hard against it. His cries could be heard throughout the room and probably the house, but he never once wakened. Thranduil cringed as he entered the room and laid Legolas down on the bed.
"But Ada I am not sleepy." Legolas protested.
"Hush child and get some rest." The Elf lord said. "How is he how is Estel?" He inquired as he looked over the bed opposite his son's.
"I think Estel used his gift of healing. His body is weak and I do not know if he will waken at all. He was far too young to do this and he had no idea he was even doing it, I do not think."
"Do you mean to say that he saved my son?"
"Aye I mean to say he did not even realize what he did, only that he wanted Legolas to be alright, at the cost now of his own life perhaps."
"Can you do nothing? Can you not help the child?" Thranduil looked on, his eyes begging for an answer.
"Even I do not possess that much healing aura. He was already weak; he may be too weakened and too far gone now."
"You have to try Ada, you have to! Please Ada!" The twins cried.
Elrond placed his hands on Estel's head and tried to release all his elven healing into the child but the child did not stir. Elladan came over and placed his hands on his brother as his tears fell onto the sheets. Even with both of them combined there was not enough to save the child. Elladan sobbed harder as he realized they did not posses enough strength but he was soon shocked as Thranduil came to stand beside the bed.
"Do you think I can help?"
"Possibly my old friend, possibly." With Elrond's help, the mighty elf king and the twins channeled all their healing into the child. Estel stirred and sighed. Almost too good to be true he rolled over on his side and fell into a more peaceful sleep.
Elrond and the others were exhausted. "Come everyone, go get some rest. I will watch out for the two young ones." All reluctantly nodded their heads not really wanting to leave. "Fine, stay if you wish but I do not know where all of you will sleep."
In moments Thranduil had called for blankets and extra pillows to be brought into the room. Elladan and Elrohir curled up on a blanket on the floor next to Estel's bed. Elrond covered them with another blanket for they were both tired and soon fell fast asleep. Neither father could be persuaded the leave their son's side so the servants gave them each a blanket and a pillow and departed, leaving the families alone for the night.
Until we meet again!
