A promise broken and things get worse
'I can't do it, Thranduil thought, I can't give him a chance! I do trust my son, but I don't trust that filthy Human!'
Thranduil sat on the balcony yet again. The Human sat by Legolas, reading as Legolas relaxed. The young blonde Elf was propped up on many pillows. Two propped him up from the back and gave him comfort, while a few on either side insured he didn't fall. Aragorn set the book on the nightstand and stared at his friend. "It is remarkable, mellon nin. It truly is. You were so bad off before and now you are getting better." Aragorn said. Legolas looked from the ceiling to Aragorn's eyes. "It's all thanks to you." Legolas said in a low and peaceful voice.
Aragorn shook his head, but this went unnoticed by the Elf, who went to stare at the ceiling again. Thranduil came in. He looked angry. "No, Legolas. I cannot keep this hidden anymore, although why I kept it hidden I do not know." He said in a strong voice. Legolas looked back to his father. "What?" He asked simply, for his anger did not show as clearly as his father's. "Don't act like you do not know!" Thranduil was becoming impatient with his son. Thranduil came closer. Aragorn moved his hand to the long drawer on his side. His sword was in there.
Legolas narrowed his eyes. "I do not know of what it is you speak!" He said a bit sharply. Thranduil's face turned really red and any redder and he would have had smoke coming from his ears. He slapped his son across the face and Aragorn drew his sword. "Stay out of this filthy Human!" Thranduil said as Legolas placed a hand to his cheek.
Legolas' breathing increased. He didn't like the words his father spoke. There was no reason for them to be spoken. Legolas watched as Aragorn approached his Father. The Prince closed his eyes briefly as if this wasn't happening. He heard insults be fired back in forth...in Elvish and in the Common tongue. He drew back the blankets shakily and stood. He shook a little as he stood there for a minute. He was still weak, but he wouldn't watch this happen!
He could see that his father had drawn a weapon also. They kept the weapons at ready, but did not use them. "DINA, EDAN!" Thranduil's shouts echoed.
Aragorn just moved his weapon. "Nadorhuin!" Aragorn sneered. Legolas came closer, but out of reach and unnoticed. Thranduil lunged at Aragorn and then a split second later, a scream was heard. Blood pattered to the floor in small amounts and then it gushed. Aragorn had screamed and he looked up to see who the second scream had come from.
'I can't do it, Thranduil thought, I can't give him a chance! I do trust my son, but I don't trust that filthy Human!'
Thranduil sat on the balcony yet again. The Human sat by Legolas, reading as Legolas relaxed. The young blonde Elf was propped up on many pillows. Two propped him up from the back and gave him comfort, while a few on either side insured he didn't fall. Aragorn set the book on the nightstand and stared at his friend. "It is remarkable, mellon nin. It truly is. You were so bad off before and now you are getting better." Aragorn said. Legolas looked from the ceiling to Aragorn's eyes. "It's all thanks to you." Legolas said in a low and peaceful voice.
Aragorn shook his head, but this went unnoticed by the Elf, who went to stare at the ceiling again. Thranduil came in. He looked angry. "No, Legolas. I cannot keep this hidden anymore, although why I kept it hidden I do not know." He said in a strong voice. Legolas looked back to his father. "What?" He asked simply, for his anger did not show as clearly as his father's. "Don't act like you do not know!" Thranduil was becoming impatient with his son. Thranduil came closer. Aragorn moved his hand to the long drawer on his side. His sword was in there.
Legolas narrowed his eyes. "I do not know of what it is you speak!" He said a bit sharply. Thranduil's face turned really red and any redder and he would have had smoke coming from his ears. He slapped his son across the face and Aragorn drew his sword. "Stay out of this filthy Human!" Thranduil said as Legolas placed a hand to his cheek.
Legolas' breathing increased. He didn't like the words his father spoke. There was no reason for them to be spoken. Legolas watched as Aragorn approached his Father. The Prince closed his eyes briefly as if this wasn't happening. He heard insults be fired back in forth...in Elvish and in the Common tongue. He drew back the blankets shakily and stood. He shook a little as he stood there for a minute. He was still weak, but he wouldn't watch this happen!
He could see that his father had drawn a weapon also. They kept the weapons at ready, but did not use them. "DINA, EDAN!" Thranduil's shouts echoed.
Aragorn just moved his weapon. "Nadorhuin!" Aragorn sneered. Legolas came closer, but out of reach and unnoticed. Thranduil lunged at Aragorn and then a split second later, a scream was heard. Blood pattered to the floor in small amounts and then it gushed. Aragorn had screamed and he looked up to see who the second scream had come from.