Paralyzing Devotion
Chapter Four: Estel and Legolas
(A/N: Sorry I mixed up on chapter names, but I forgot to change the name when I posted it! Oops. Well, you finally find out why the title is called Paralyzing Devotion. Legolas, I hope will come in, but if he doesn't than, well, the next chapter is sure to hold his name in it! Enjoy!)
Disclaimer: Look on chapter three
Thank you to all reviews!
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( ) are dreams. (Dreams are good!)
* * are flashbacks. *Flashbacks are cool! *
/ / are thinking. /Thinking is so good! /
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"Milord, Lord Elrond is concerned about the girl that the hunting group saved from the group of orcs attacking them. He says that her injuries are far worse then we though." A Mirkwood healer spoke as he followed his king down into the cave passages that led towards the wine cellars.
"Why should he care so much about that human? My son still is not completely healed yet! I want my son healed completely, I want him to be walking by the next festival!"
"I do not believe it will be that easy, milord! Even Lord Elrond is having doubts that your son even wants to get out of bed."
"Well, I don't know what to do then." Thranduil sounded beat suddenly as he stopped walking and face the healer. His face became sad and full of worry. "I want my old son back. The one that used to laugh at everything and had not a care in the world."
"We are trying, milord. Please have patience." With a bow the healer started back up the hall and towards the guestrooms. Thranduil just stayed standing there thinking until the thirst for wine grew and he started on his way again.
("Mommy, why is dad always in a chair?" The five-year-old Terra asked as she looked at her crying mother. "He used to run around and chase me, but he doesn't seem to want to anymore. When I ask him why all he does is becomes quiet. Why?"
"Oh honey, your father was in an accident and now he can not use his legs anymore." The mother tried to explain.
"Well, do you think a 'get well soon' card would get him to start chasing me soon?" The young Terra asked as she looked down at her hands. "I miss it." Her mother sobbed quietly at her daughter's words.)
Terra opened her eyes and looked around the room that she was in. Slowly she remembered what happened before she had awoken that morning, but the memories did not help her fear. She remembered the rock getting tossed at her and remembered the fall, she also remembered waking up and hearing voices. Images of an ugly group of creatures and a group of beautiful beings shooting arrow after arrow at the ugly beast that soon all laid dead on the ground. A man had also talked to her when she had walked up to the group without even thinking. /Oh man, what did I do now?/ She thought to herself as she slowly tried to get up.
Suddenly looking up, the girl noticed the designs upon the bed that she was lying in and the designs on the walls and ceiling. Everything looked strange and new to Terra as a new wave of fear started to come over her. "Ooh, what did I do this time?" Terra spoke as she started to edge out of bed. Soon her feet hung over the bed side and she started to feel for the floor, but two strong hands suddenly grabbed her from behind and placed her back on the bed. Only a small scream was able to make it out of her lips before a large hand covered almost half of her face.
"Shhh, you must be quiet for Elves do not like to hear loud noises. They would much rather have it nice and quiet." A dark haired man spoke as he removed his hand and started to cover Terra back up. "My name is Estel, and this," the man moved his body slightly to revile a younger looking man with silverish-blond hair sitting in a cushioned chair, "is Legolas."
The man called Legolas bowed his head slightly and placed his hand on his chest before bring it out. Looking up he smiled at Terra and sat back in the chair. Estel smiled also towards Terra before doing the same movements as Legolas had done. "We welcome you to Mirkwood."
Terra smiled a bit as she looked at each of the men before her smile disappeared completely. "Um, what is going to happen to me? Are you going to take me back home?"
"If that is what you want, we can, but it would be nice to know your name first." Legolas spoke softly. His long blond hair fell over his shoulder and his blue eyes looked right at her in a way that Terra was sure he could read her soul if he tried hard enough.
"I am called, um, Skinny, but my real name is Terra. Look, I wish not to cause any trouble and I will leave if you want me to, but I just would need a map. Um, and I also need to know where Mirkwood is." Terra bit her lip as she looked at each man, but never in their eyes. She remembered what would happen if she did.
*"Do not look into my eyes, skinny! You disgrace me with that look of your!" The sound of her stepfather's hand slapping her echoed through her mind as pain swept through her face. She hated him, but her hate was returned fully. *
"Why are you called skinny?" Estel asked gentle as he looked at the girl.
"I am too skinny for my age, I do not eat much."
"Why?" Legolas asked as he moved forward in his chair.
"I wasn't feed everyday. My Stepfather didn't like me." Terra looked down once more at her hands. "I wasn't liked much."
Estel and Legolas looked at each other before looking at the girl once more and looked as if they were going to ask a question, but the sound of the door opening stop them both.
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A/N: Not the best but I needed to update sometime before school started. Reviews are great but Flamers will be taught the punishment for sending flames! Ha ha, you have been warned. If you can't say anything nice, don't say it at ALL!! Tips on writing are also nice. This is going to get good, do not worry! You still need to know what exactly happened to Legolas! Thanks for reading.
Reviews:
Alaskantiger: I know you will love these characters, but none of the characters from the third chapter are in this chapter. More in next chap.
Tara: You will learn why Lord Elrond is in Mirkwood more in the next chapter. Keep reading to learn more.
