Title: Toy Soldiers
Summary: see chapter one
Disclaimer: see chapter one
A/N: All reviews welcome all flames will be given to the kids as toys.
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Well I guess you all want the next chapter now I suppose I shall have to give it to you. HERE IT IS!
chapter 8
He was not there long before Ataria came back in to draw his bath. She went to the closet door and opened it. "Let us see Dernen if you can speak with a civil tongue now."
Legolas wanted to slap her, he wanted to yell, but he thought Estel could take no more right now so he held his tongue.
"Please help your brother with his bath and I will return with your dinner." and then Ataria left the two alone.
"Come Estel let us do as she asks so she will not punish you again. He helped Estel pull off his dirty tunic and gasped in shock. Ataria had missed his buttocks with a few strokes and he had two very dark gashes across his back. He was however pulled from his horror as Estel whimpered. He looked up and realized that Estel's arm was caught in the sleeve and as it was pulled form the socket he could not get it out.
"I am sorry Estel does it hurt?"
The small gasp as he pulled the arm free told him indeed it did. "We can put it back into place you know. I have seen your borthers do it out on a hunt before. It will however hurt so I will leave the decision up to you."
Estel seemed to think about it and decided " Can we do it after the bath?"
"Yes we can do it then if you wish come, get into the bath and I will go get some towels. Estel stuck his foot in and slowly eased himself down into the water. As his backside made contact he cried out for it stung. The pain was becoming too intense and he hurried himself as fast as he could with one arm, and washed.
Legolas returned with the towel having given Estel some privacy and handed the child the towel. After drying off he pulled on a fresh tunic no doubt one of Lothen's and went to sit on the bed. As soon as he did a small whimper escaped him. "Do you wish for me to do it now?"
With a small nod Estel agreed. He was scared of the pain, but it had to be done or his arm would be useless. Legolas grasped his arm and forced it back into place as Estel screamed out loud. This brought Ataria running back into the room.
"What is it Lothen? What is wrong?" but she was talking to no one for Estel has passed out from the pain.
"He had a nightmare. He yelled out in his sleep. I think he is fine now." Legolas offered the lame excuse, but Ataria accepted it as she looked at Estel lying on the bed seemingly asleep.
"Very well I will hold off on your dinner until later; he needs his sleep and you Dernen can watch over him as I have some errands to run."
"That will not be a problem. You may go now if you wish." he said hoping for the chance to escape while she was gone.
Ataria looked at him puzzled, but shrugged it off and locked the door behind her. Legolas waited until he heard the door to the outside close, and then he picked up the toy soldier again and went to work on the lock.
Elrond and company had been riding all morning without even a hint as to where the two could be. They had searched the neighboring towns and into the woods surrounding Imladris. Elrond himself was beginning to despair, and as he turned to Thranduil he could see the same look in his eyes. It was the look of utter horror finally sinking in that they may never see their sons again. "Halt!" came the voice of Elrond and all riders came to a stop. "It will be dark soon and we should head back towards home. Perhaps they have shown up there."
Thranduil turned a hopeful eye towards his friend of many years. "Can you feel them? Is there something you see?"
"Nay mellon nin. I know they are not dead for I believe I would feel it as you would also. I however do not know if they are waiting for us at home or not."
The riders turned back and headed back toward Imladris; all of them hoping against all hope that the two would be there. As they approached the gates surrounding Imladris looking very tired and worried Ataria came out and spoke to them.
"Any luck milord of finding your son and the Prince of Mirkwood?'
"We have not found them yet Ataria, but we will continue to search."
"I thought you may like to know that I found these just on the edge of the woods about a hundred yards from here. She pulled from behind her back Estel's and Legolas' tunics. They were dirty as if rolled around on the ground and Estel's held a large tear in his.
Elrond took the tunic from the she elf and saw it was Estel's. He held it to his face and tried to breathe in the scent of his little boy. He then turned and handed Thranduil his son's tunic. He turned suddenly on Ataria and she backed away for a moment.
"Did you see anyone,anything near these tunics? Have you seen my son or the prince?"
"Nay milord I only found them when I went out to gather some firewood. I did not know if they were of importance, but thought that you should see them. I am sorry if it brings you grief. Your sons were kind to me and my heart goes out to you for I know how it is to lose someone close to you."
Elrond looked down fondly on Ataria and yet there was something about her. He could not put his finger on it, but he thought maybe it was due to him being tired.
"I thank you for showing us this and we will send someone to search the surrounding woods again in the morrow." With this he was off riding with haste into the courtyard. He was about to jump from his steed, but Thranduil had beat him to it. Running behind the Mirkwood king he bolted up the stairs and into the house.screaming for his advisor.
"Erestor! Have they returned!?"
Erestor came out of the kitchen with an armful of sandwiches. "They have not returned here milord. At the sight of the dirty tunic hanging from his lord's hand he dropped the plate. "Has something foul befallen Estel milord?"
Elrond looked down at the tunic and sighed "We do not know the answer to that my friend but it seems so."
Erestor stooped down as if to pick up the sandwiches for he didn't want anyone to see his tears. No one knew that he and Estel sometimes spent hours talking and laughing about the simplest of things. In everyone else's eyes they spent their time with Estel running from him as he was the victim of a prank.
"Come leave that till morning retire for the night." Erestor shook his head in agreement and with a quick bow to the two lords he left and went up the stairs.
In his room Thranduil sat down on the bed. The seriousness of the whole thing was finally sinking in and he spoke to himself. "Legolas my son who has you, where are you. Please come home to me little Greenleaf." He laid down on the bed and pulled his son's tunic close to him. It was the last lingering memory he had of him. He then remembered the arrow and pulled it from his pocket. He turned it over and over in his hand, "I am the proudest father of them all tithe pen." He laid it beside his pillow along with the tunic and fell into a troubled sleep. He did not hear the sounds coming from down the hall.
Elladan and Elrohir sat in their rooms completely silent. Each one blamed themselves for not paying enough attention. As the silence of the night deafened them there was a knock on the door. Elladan got up to answer it and saw the she elf he had be talking to a few days earlier.
"I came to see if there was anything I could do" she said placing her hand on his face. Elladan pulled away sharply from her.
"It was because of my lack of attention to my brother that he is gone now. Please go and leave us." he said shutting the door softly.
"Dan she was only trying to help" came the soft voice of Elrohir.
"Yes I know, but now is not the time for foolish impulses. We have a brother to find and I will not rest until we do." Elladan laid his head against his pillow and closed his eyes because in his dreams he could still see Estel smiling and running to him.
Across the hall sat Lord Elrond in his room. He did not sleep, he stood on his balcony holding the tunic. It was torn and he wondered what had happened to his little Estel. What creature had dared to harm him. Nothing in all of Middle Earth would be able to constrain him once he found out. Slowly he walked to his bed and sat down. Sleep would not come only visions of what terrible thing could be happening. Everytime he closed his eyes he would waken minutes later; sweating as the nightmare left him. He pulled the tunic to his chest and took out the ribbon.
"My dearest Estel. Never has a heart been more pure. He then fell upon his knees beside the bed and begged Valar to let Estel come home to him. There he was sitting when Erestor peeked in hours later. He knew the elflord would never be the same for the little adan had crept into his heart in the few short years. Elrond would surely sink further and further into despair as time went by. Erestor decided against going in and left the father alone to grieve for his son.
Until next time!
Runsssssssssssss
Summary: see chapter one
Disclaimer: see chapter one
A/N: All reviews welcome all flames will be given to the kids as toys.
Now to all you GREAT reviewers! Hugs to you all! You make my day!!! ALL of you!
Catmint: Thanks and yes I agree a little info about the others always helps. Glad you are enjoying the insanity.
Spencer: More than psycho, borderline crazy
Ymmas Sirron: AW do not fall into insanity! I love your reviews!
Orlandolover32: Awwww here is another and thanks!
Hiei-Rulez: Death would be too kind for her I think read on and see what happens!
Riva van Dyk: YEs hopefully *ahem*
Estelle1: LMAO! you Gimme more!
Someone Reading: GAH!!! runs back throws next chapter to you and hopes you do not crack up under the evilness. *g*
Well I guess you all want the next chapter now I suppose I shall have to give it to you. HERE IT IS!
chapter 8
He was not there long before Ataria came back in to draw his bath. She went to the closet door and opened it. "Let us see Dernen if you can speak with a civil tongue now."
Legolas wanted to slap her, he wanted to yell, but he thought Estel could take no more right now so he held his tongue.
"Please help your brother with his bath and I will return with your dinner." and then Ataria left the two alone.
"Come Estel let us do as she asks so she will not punish you again. He helped Estel pull off his dirty tunic and gasped in shock. Ataria had missed his buttocks with a few strokes and he had two very dark gashes across his back. He was however pulled from his horror as Estel whimpered. He looked up and realized that Estel's arm was caught in the sleeve and as it was pulled form the socket he could not get it out.
"I am sorry Estel does it hurt?"
The small gasp as he pulled the arm free told him indeed it did. "We can put it back into place you know. I have seen your borthers do it out on a hunt before. It will however hurt so I will leave the decision up to you."
Estel seemed to think about it and decided " Can we do it after the bath?"
"Yes we can do it then if you wish come, get into the bath and I will go get some towels. Estel stuck his foot in and slowly eased himself down into the water. As his backside made contact he cried out for it stung. The pain was becoming too intense and he hurried himself as fast as he could with one arm, and washed.
Legolas returned with the towel having given Estel some privacy and handed the child the towel. After drying off he pulled on a fresh tunic no doubt one of Lothen's and went to sit on the bed. As soon as he did a small whimper escaped him. "Do you wish for me to do it now?"
With a small nod Estel agreed. He was scared of the pain, but it had to be done or his arm would be useless. Legolas grasped his arm and forced it back into place as Estel screamed out loud. This brought Ataria running back into the room.
"What is it Lothen? What is wrong?" but she was talking to no one for Estel has passed out from the pain.
"He had a nightmare. He yelled out in his sleep. I think he is fine now." Legolas offered the lame excuse, but Ataria accepted it as she looked at Estel lying on the bed seemingly asleep.
"Very well I will hold off on your dinner until later; he needs his sleep and you Dernen can watch over him as I have some errands to run."
"That will not be a problem. You may go now if you wish." he said hoping for the chance to escape while she was gone.
Ataria looked at him puzzled, but shrugged it off and locked the door behind her. Legolas waited until he heard the door to the outside close, and then he picked up the toy soldier again and went to work on the lock.
Elrond and company had been riding all morning without even a hint as to where the two could be. They had searched the neighboring towns and into the woods surrounding Imladris. Elrond himself was beginning to despair, and as he turned to Thranduil he could see the same look in his eyes. It was the look of utter horror finally sinking in that they may never see their sons again. "Halt!" came the voice of Elrond and all riders came to a stop. "It will be dark soon and we should head back towards home. Perhaps they have shown up there."
Thranduil turned a hopeful eye towards his friend of many years. "Can you feel them? Is there something you see?"
"Nay mellon nin. I know they are not dead for I believe I would feel it as you would also. I however do not know if they are waiting for us at home or not."
The riders turned back and headed back toward Imladris; all of them hoping against all hope that the two would be there. As they approached the gates surrounding Imladris looking very tired and worried Ataria came out and spoke to them.
"Any luck milord of finding your son and the Prince of Mirkwood?'
"We have not found them yet Ataria, but we will continue to search."
"I thought you may like to know that I found these just on the edge of the woods about a hundred yards from here. She pulled from behind her back Estel's and Legolas' tunics. They were dirty as if rolled around on the ground and Estel's held a large tear in his.
Elrond took the tunic from the she elf and saw it was Estel's. He held it to his face and tried to breathe in the scent of his little boy. He then turned and handed Thranduil his son's tunic. He turned suddenly on Ataria and she backed away for a moment.
"Did you see anyone,anything near these tunics? Have you seen my son or the prince?"
"Nay milord I only found them when I went out to gather some firewood. I did not know if they were of importance, but thought that you should see them. I am sorry if it brings you grief. Your sons were kind to me and my heart goes out to you for I know how it is to lose someone close to you."
Elrond looked down fondly on Ataria and yet there was something about her. He could not put his finger on it, but he thought maybe it was due to him being tired.
"I thank you for showing us this and we will send someone to search the surrounding woods again in the morrow." With this he was off riding with haste into the courtyard. He was about to jump from his steed, but Thranduil had beat him to it. Running behind the Mirkwood king he bolted up the stairs and into the house.screaming for his advisor.
"Erestor! Have they returned!?"
Erestor came out of the kitchen with an armful of sandwiches. "They have not returned here milord. At the sight of the dirty tunic hanging from his lord's hand he dropped the plate. "Has something foul befallen Estel milord?"
Elrond looked down at the tunic and sighed "We do not know the answer to that my friend but it seems so."
Erestor stooped down as if to pick up the sandwiches for he didn't want anyone to see his tears. No one knew that he and Estel sometimes spent hours talking and laughing about the simplest of things. In everyone else's eyes they spent their time with Estel running from him as he was the victim of a prank.
"Come leave that till morning retire for the night." Erestor shook his head in agreement and with a quick bow to the two lords he left and went up the stairs.
In his room Thranduil sat down on the bed. The seriousness of the whole thing was finally sinking in and he spoke to himself. "Legolas my son who has you, where are you. Please come home to me little Greenleaf." He laid down on the bed and pulled his son's tunic close to him. It was the last lingering memory he had of him. He then remembered the arrow and pulled it from his pocket. He turned it over and over in his hand, "I am the proudest father of them all tithe pen." He laid it beside his pillow along with the tunic and fell into a troubled sleep. He did not hear the sounds coming from down the hall.
Elladan and Elrohir sat in their rooms completely silent. Each one blamed themselves for not paying enough attention. As the silence of the night deafened them there was a knock on the door. Elladan got up to answer it and saw the she elf he had be talking to a few days earlier.
"I came to see if there was anything I could do" she said placing her hand on his face. Elladan pulled away sharply from her.
"It was because of my lack of attention to my brother that he is gone now. Please go and leave us." he said shutting the door softly.
"Dan she was only trying to help" came the soft voice of Elrohir.
"Yes I know, but now is not the time for foolish impulses. We have a brother to find and I will not rest until we do." Elladan laid his head against his pillow and closed his eyes because in his dreams he could still see Estel smiling and running to him.
Across the hall sat Lord Elrond in his room. He did not sleep, he stood on his balcony holding the tunic. It was torn and he wondered what had happened to his little Estel. What creature had dared to harm him. Nothing in all of Middle Earth would be able to constrain him once he found out. Slowly he walked to his bed and sat down. Sleep would not come only visions of what terrible thing could be happening. Everytime he closed his eyes he would waken minutes later; sweating as the nightmare left him. He pulled the tunic to his chest and took out the ribbon.
"My dearest Estel. Never has a heart been more pure. He then fell upon his knees beside the bed and begged Valar to let Estel come home to him. There he was sitting when Erestor peeked in hours later. He knew the elflord would never be the same for the little adan had crept into his heart in the few short years. Elrond would surely sink further and further into despair as time went by. Erestor decided against going in and left the father alone to grieve for his son.
Until next time!
Runsssssssssssss