Thranduil began to lead the three out of the forest, the limp Legolas still
in his arms.
"I thought I told you to head back to the palace!" he told them, a hint of anger in his voice.
"You did but we couldn't just leave you at the mercy of those things," Elladan replied.
Thranduil sighed as he continued towards the outskirts of the forest.
"Sometimes, I wonder if I am ever taken seriously with so many not wanting to listen to me," he muttered to himself.
***
Manlin walked down the hall, his mind off somewhere else. He soon came across Chimone, who carefully watched him as they passed each other.
She stopped and turned to look at him after she passed him. He turned to face her and they stared at each other.
"What is it that you need?" he asked her.
"I was wondering if you had seen Lord Thranduil or Legolas lately," she replied.
"I have not seen them for some time," he told her as he turned around and began to walk away from her.
Chimone narrowed her eyes as she watched him head back down the hall.
'He is one strange elf indeed,' she thought to himself. 'Lord Thranduil has to check in on him when he comes back.'
She headed down the hall and soon came to the room Elrond was staying in during his stay. She knocked on the door and she heard a 'come in' before opening the door and walking inside, seeing Elrond pacing back and forth as Arwen sat in a chair.
"What is it Chimone? Is there anything wrong?" he asked her.
"Nothing is wrong, my Lord. I was wondering if you had heard anything about Legolas. I am deeply worried about him," she replied, bowing her head slightly.
"Chimone, there is no need for that. We have known each other long enough and you've put up with my children more times than I can remember whenever they came here when they were younger," Elrond told her with a smile.
"Of course," she told him.
"As for Legolas, I have not heard anything about him. Arwen and I, as well, are quite worried about him," Elrond replied as Arwen stood up and walked over to the window. "The guards arrived some time ago, without Thranduil, Legolas, Aragorn or my sons."
"I fear the worst," Arwen said.
"So do I," agreed her father.
Chimone nodded her head in agreement as Elrond glanced over at Arwen as she looked out over the elves in the courtyard. Soon, yelling came and the elf's stare went towards the gates. What she saw surpised her. She saw Thranduil run into the palace courtyard with Legolas in his arms, the others running in behind him.
"Father! Thranduil and the others have arrived. It appears as if something's wrong with Legolas," she suddenly said.
"Oh no!" cried Elrond as he hurried out of the room.
***
Manlin looked out of his room's window and he was not happy at all at what he was seeing. He growled and clenched his fists.
"What a surprise to see them," he said to himself. "Both of them are alive. You four can't handle a man and two elves. Something drastic has to be done now. I realize that Sathed still has a fear of bows and arrows but I want something done and done now!"
He walked across his room and picked up a book. He opened it up and began to skim through the pages.
"I will find something for him to overcome his fears then I will find a spell that will finally destroy Thranduil, his son and allow us to take over this kingdom," he quietly said to himself.
He soon finished his search and came across the spell he was looking for, giving a smile as he stared at it longer.
"This will work, I know it. Beware Thranduil for I am coming," Manlin said before closing the book and heading out the door.
***
Elrond met up with Thranduil in the hallway. The king appeared to be very worried.
"What is wrong with him?" asked Elrond.
"I am unsure. The gargoyles have done something to him but they wouldn't tell me what exactly," replied Thranduil.
"Bring him this way," Elrond told him, leading him to Legolas' room.
Thranduil gently laid his son on the bed and Elrond looked over the young elf.
"It has to be something they told him for I see nothing wrong with him physically besides his shoulder. I think his little escapade made it slightly worse," Elrond replied.
"Then what can we do for him?" Thranduil wanted to know.
"Nothing at the moment. Nothing except wait that is," Elrond replied as he wrapped Legolas's shoulder up again. "We have to let him tell us what happened when he awakens."
Thranduil sighed and nodded, knowing that Elrond was right. He sat next to his son's bed. Elrond stood up and headed towards the door.
"I will not be far away in the event that Legolas requires my assistance," he said
The blonde elf nodded, not even looking in Elrond's direction.
***
Manlin walked through the halls, soon coming across Legolas' room as Elrond just closed the door. Chimone and Arwen were hurrying up to him and both appeared to be very worried. Manlin stayed out of sight around the corner.
"How is he?" Chimone desperately asked.
"I believe he will be fine but we just have to wait and see what happens," he told her, not realizing that Manlin was nearby.
Both female elves sighed as they looked at each other.
"Do not give up hope. We will determine the cause of this," Elrond reassured them.
He led the two down the hall and back into the room he was staying in.
***
The twins and Aragorn paced back and forth outside Legolas' room, waiting for any news about their friend. Elrond told them earlier that Legolas was doing fine but things could go either way.
Thranduil suddenly opened the door and the trio was standing right outside.
"He is awake but he does not want to see or talk to anyone. Something's going on in his mind and I wish I knew what it was all about," Thranduil told them.
The three sighed as the elf closed the door behind him.
"Something is going on here and it has to do with Nanaylia. He paled at the mere mention of her when that one gargoyle talked about her," Elladan said, placing a hand on his chin.
"Perhaps there is something more going on surrounding her death," suggested Elrohir.
"Possibly. We never did find her body but we still believe that it was wolves who made off with it," Thranduil sighed.
"Maybe we should go in and ask him," Aragorn said.
"Not until the morning. He had a rough day," Thranduil replied with a wave of the hand.
***
Meanwhile, inside the room, Legolas awoke and slowly headed towards the windows. He opened them up and carefully climbed out into the tree: the same tree he and Nanaylia always sat in when she was alive. He stared out at the dark sky, the tears falling down his eyes. He could feel the pain throbbing in his shoulder but tried not to notice it.
"It's my fault," he cried, the tears falling down her face.
He knew he shouldn't have gone back to the 'Dark Forest'. He knew that it would bring back terrible memories of his sister's death.
"It's my fault," he repeated.
He looked up at the stars. He remembered talking about them once with Nanaylia when they were younger.
**Nanylia and Legolas were lying on their backs in the grass, staring up at the night sky.
"There's so many of them," she gasped.
"Yes, there are. I wonder how many there are of them?" wondered Legolas.
Nanaylia shrugged her shoulders as they continued to look up at them. Soon, she thought of something that she had to ask.
"Lego, do you think it will always be like this?" Nanaylia suddenly asked him.
"Always be like what?" questioned Legolas.
"That we will always be together, with Father. That life will always be like the way it is now. Comfortable and we will never be torn apart," she replied.
"That is hard to say Nanay but I sincerely hope so. You are the only elf I can confide in, the only one who understands me," Legolas told her with a smile.
She also smiled as she climbed to a sitting position and crawled over to him. They looked at each other and Legolas saw a sneaky smile on her face. He gave her a smile but in the back of him mind, he knew she was up to something, as usual. She was always up to something
"That's because noone messes with us," she said before pouncing on him.
The two wrestled for a few moments before they stopped, with Legolas pinned on his back and Nanaylia on her knees, towering above him, her hands raised in triumph.
"Nothing stops you, does it?" he asked her with a laugh in his voice.
"There is only one thing that can Legolas. You," she replied before pulling him to a sitting position.
They gave each other a hug.**
The tears flowed down Legolas' face from the memory. He remembered how she was, the look on her face just before they went down that hill to her death, by his hands.
He stared up at the stars through the tears, not even noticing a figure appear to one side of him.
"I miss you so much Nanaylia," he quietly whispered to himself. "I wish you were here."
The figure heard this, watching the elf with slightly curious eyes.
TBC...
"I thought I told you to head back to the palace!" he told them, a hint of anger in his voice.
"You did but we couldn't just leave you at the mercy of those things," Elladan replied.
Thranduil sighed as he continued towards the outskirts of the forest.
"Sometimes, I wonder if I am ever taken seriously with so many not wanting to listen to me," he muttered to himself.
***
Manlin walked down the hall, his mind off somewhere else. He soon came across Chimone, who carefully watched him as they passed each other.
She stopped and turned to look at him after she passed him. He turned to face her and they stared at each other.
"What is it that you need?" he asked her.
"I was wondering if you had seen Lord Thranduil or Legolas lately," she replied.
"I have not seen them for some time," he told her as he turned around and began to walk away from her.
Chimone narrowed her eyes as she watched him head back down the hall.
'He is one strange elf indeed,' she thought to himself. 'Lord Thranduil has to check in on him when he comes back.'
She headed down the hall and soon came to the room Elrond was staying in during his stay. She knocked on the door and she heard a 'come in' before opening the door and walking inside, seeing Elrond pacing back and forth as Arwen sat in a chair.
"What is it Chimone? Is there anything wrong?" he asked her.
"Nothing is wrong, my Lord. I was wondering if you had heard anything about Legolas. I am deeply worried about him," she replied, bowing her head slightly.
"Chimone, there is no need for that. We have known each other long enough and you've put up with my children more times than I can remember whenever they came here when they were younger," Elrond told her with a smile.
"Of course," she told him.
"As for Legolas, I have not heard anything about him. Arwen and I, as well, are quite worried about him," Elrond replied as Arwen stood up and walked over to the window. "The guards arrived some time ago, without Thranduil, Legolas, Aragorn or my sons."
"I fear the worst," Arwen said.
"So do I," agreed her father.
Chimone nodded her head in agreement as Elrond glanced over at Arwen as she looked out over the elves in the courtyard. Soon, yelling came and the elf's stare went towards the gates. What she saw surpised her. She saw Thranduil run into the palace courtyard with Legolas in his arms, the others running in behind him.
"Father! Thranduil and the others have arrived. It appears as if something's wrong with Legolas," she suddenly said.
"Oh no!" cried Elrond as he hurried out of the room.
***
Manlin looked out of his room's window and he was not happy at all at what he was seeing. He growled and clenched his fists.
"What a surprise to see them," he said to himself. "Both of them are alive. You four can't handle a man and two elves. Something drastic has to be done now. I realize that Sathed still has a fear of bows and arrows but I want something done and done now!"
He walked across his room and picked up a book. He opened it up and began to skim through the pages.
"I will find something for him to overcome his fears then I will find a spell that will finally destroy Thranduil, his son and allow us to take over this kingdom," he quietly said to himself.
He soon finished his search and came across the spell he was looking for, giving a smile as he stared at it longer.
"This will work, I know it. Beware Thranduil for I am coming," Manlin said before closing the book and heading out the door.
***
Elrond met up with Thranduil in the hallway. The king appeared to be very worried.
"What is wrong with him?" asked Elrond.
"I am unsure. The gargoyles have done something to him but they wouldn't tell me what exactly," replied Thranduil.
"Bring him this way," Elrond told him, leading him to Legolas' room.
Thranduil gently laid his son on the bed and Elrond looked over the young elf.
"It has to be something they told him for I see nothing wrong with him physically besides his shoulder. I think his little escapade made it slightly worse," Elrond replied.
"Then what can we do for him?" Thranduil wanted to know.
"Nothing at the moment. Nothing except wait that is," Elrond replied as he wrapped Legolas's shoulder up again. "We have to let him tell us what happened when he awakens."
Thranduil sighed and nodded, knowing that Elrond was right. He sat next to his son's bed. Elrond stood up and headed towards the door.
"I will not be far away in the event that Legolas requires my assistance," he said
The blonde elf nodded, not even looking in Elrond's direction.
***
Manlin walked through the halls, soon coming across Legolas' room as Elrond just closed the door. Chimone and Arwen were hurrying up to him and both appeared to be very worried. Manlin stayed out of sight around the corner.
"How is he?" Chimone desperately asked.
"I believe he will be fine but we just have to wait and see what happens," he told her, not realizing that Manlin was nearby.
Both female elves sighed as they looked at each other.
"Do not give up hope. We will determine the cause of this," Elrond reassured them.
He led the two down the hall and back into the room he was staying in.
***
The twins and Aragorn paced back and forth outside Legolas' room, waiting for any news about their friend. Elrond told them earlier that Legolas was doing fine but things could go either way.
Thranduil suddenly opened the door and the trio was standing right outside.
"He is awake but he does not want to see or talk to anyone. Something's going on in his mind and I wish I knew what it was all about," Thranduil told them.
The three sighed as the elf closed the door behind him.
"Something is going on here and it has to do with Nanaylia. He paled at the mere mention of her when that one gargoyle talked about her," Elladan said, placing a hand on his chin.
"Perhaps there is something more going on surrounding her death," suggested Elrohir.
"Possibly. We never did find her body but we still believe that it was wolves who made off with it," Thranduil sighed.
"Maybe we should go in and ask him," Aragorn said.
"Not until the morning. He had a rough day," Thranduil replied with a wave of the hand.
***
Meanwhile, inside the room, Legolas awoke and slowly headed towards the windows. He opened them up and carefully climbed out into the tree: the same tree he and Nanaylia always sat in when she was alive. He stared out at the dark sky, the tears falling down his eyes. He could feel the pain throbbing in his shoulder but tried not to notice it.
"It's my fault," he cried, the tears falling down her face.
He knew he shouldn't have gone back to the 'Dark Forest'. He knew that it would bring back terrible memories of his sister's death.
"It's my fault," he repeated.
He looked up at the stars. He remembered talking about them once with Nanaylia when they were younger.
**Nanylia and Legolas were lying on their backs in the grass, staring up at the night sky.
"There's so many of them," she gasped.
"Yes, there are. I wonder how many there are of them?" wondered Legolas.
Nanaylia shrugged her shoulders as they continued to look up at them. Soon, she thought of something that she had to ask.
"Lego, do you think it will always be like this?" Nanaylia suddenly asked him.
"Always be like what?" questioned Legolas.
"That we will always be together, with Father. That life will always be like the way it is now. Comfortable and we will never be torn apart," she replied.
"That is hard to say Nanay but I sincerely hope so. You are the only elf I can confide in, the only one who understands me," Legolas told her with a smile.
She also smiled as she climbed to a sitting position and crawled over to him. They looked at each other and Legolas saw a sneaky smile on her face. He gave her a smile but in the back of him mind, he knew she was up to something, as usual. She was always up to something
"That's because noone messes with us," she said before pouncing on him.
The two wrestled for a few moments before they stopped, with Legolas pinned on his back and Nanaylia on her knees, towering above him, her hands raised in triumph.
"Nothing stops you, does it?" he asked her with a laugh in his voice.
"There is only one thing that can Legolas. You," she replied before pulling him to a sitting position.
They gave each other a hug.**
The tears flowed down Legolas' face from the memory. He remembered how she was, the look on her face just before they went down that hill to her death, by his hands.
He stared up at the stars through the tears, not even noticing a figure appear to one side of him.
"I miss you so much Nanaylia," he quietly whispered to himself. "I wish you were here."
The figure heard this, watching the elf with slightly curious eyes.
TBC...