A/N: Hi all! I'm soooooo sorry about the delay... plot bunnies have all
died for the Estel section of the fic... So I've enlisted the help of my
good friend Rhonda, who wrote this chapter!!! So be nice and review my co-
author? Please? If you wanna read the rest of Rhona's fics, check her out
at leggylover03 - she's great! So I officially take no credit for this
chapter, it's all Rhonda's! Enjoy!
To all my reviewers: I'm sooo sorry, I'll have to reply to yous all in my next chappie - I'm only allowed 20 min online tonight, and that's not enough time to reply to you all... I know it sucks, and you're all great and deserve individual reviews, so if you review this chapter, you'll get super long replies next time... *huggles reviewers*
Anyway, as usual, I own nothing to do with LOTR, other than my posters, everything you see here that you recognise belongs to Tolkien, and neither I or Rhonda are making money from this... :-D
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The ranger awoke hours later to see a lone figure sitting by the fire of his room. It took several moments to regain his senses and realize it was indeed the King of Mirkwood that was there. Upon seeing the ranger awake he went to his side.
"Estel do not try to sit up. Just lie here and rest."
Estel laid back down but he was uneasy, something was not right and then it hit him again. "Legolas!" he yelled and sat straight up in the bed. "I must get to him, they have him!"
"Who has him Estel? Where are they? I will go after him if you just tell me." Thranduil said his voice becoming louder.
Estel cringed from the king. "I do not know how to explain where, I could show you though" he said as he slung his feet over the bed and stood. This was a grievious mistake as he began to sway and the darkness beckoned to him.
"Estel!" Thranduil yelled as he just caught the ranger before he toppled to the floor. "You are not well, you must tell me and I will go."
"I can not. I am sorry. I can see it in my mind but can not explain it to you."
The king sighed "It is alright just rest perhaps it will come to you. I will go now and let you rest. Please do not try to get up again. I will send servants in awhile with something for you to eat." the Mirkwood king said as he shut the door behind him.
It was a sad sight indeed as the mighty king of Mirkwood crumbled to the floor and laid his head in his hands. The tears hidden from Estel moments earlier now fell freely from his eyes. His son, he wished to only lay eyes upon him now and never let him leave his sight. With a heavy heart he stood and wiped the tears away. He would find him and Valar help those who had sought to bring any harm to him.
Inside the room Estel laid, his head swimming with voices. He knew he could find the place where Legolas had been taken. He just couldn't quite put his finger on it. He laid there for an hour trying to clear the cobwebs from his mind, he was a ranger he knew he could find his friend. It was not arrogance that led him to believe this but he knew deep down in his heart that his friend was suffering and he had to help.
WIth a grunt he pushed himself up and stood. The whole room began to spin and he had to grasp the bed to keep from falling again. He knew he could never simply walk out of the door; so he gathered his things and carefully made his way out into the hallway. Looking both ways he snuck into the room next to Legolas'. Long ago he and his friend had found the door inside the closet that led to the outside. As he started down the long tunnel he prayed the nausea would go away that stirred in him and the blackness that was on the edge of sending him back to his knees., would subside before he fell. Relief washed over him as the smell of the outside came nearer and he said to himself. "I am coming mellon nin"
Hours later...........
Thranduil had let the ranger sleep for awhile and now was on his way to waken him, and bring him something to eat. He hoped Estel's memory had improved along with his health. He hated having to send a messenger to Elrond with word that his son was ill. The messengers all came back with horror stories of the look given to them along with the lecture on the frailty of humans and how could this happen again. He chuckled to himself in spite of everything for Estel was not simply human, he was more elven than most. As he opened the door he saw an empty bed and his heart lurched. Not worrying yet he thought perhaps he was in the washroom, but when he found him not to be he began to yell for his servants.
"Have any of you seen the Lord Estel?" he questioned
"Nay milord" was the response form each.
Thranduil sat down on the edge of the bed
Fear ate away at his heart and it was even more so as his eyes fell upon a note on the bed. He opened it but he alread knew what it would say.
King Thranduil
I am sorry but I must go and find Legolas. I can not explain it but I feel drawn to him. He calls to me and if I do not go it will haunt me forever.
Deepest regrets Estel
Thranduil shook his head. Once again he must send word to Elrond that his son had gone off to Valar knew where and that he was injured. Estel's head wound worried him not to mention the other smaller wounds which if aggravated could only lead to something more. He prayed to Valar to keep him safe but he knew this prayer was futile as Estel always seemed to get in the worst predicaments.
Thranduil looked up and asked which of the servants would ride out with the message and several of them began to back away all to well remembering the twins and their father the last time this kind of thing happened.
To all my reviewers: I'm sooo sorry, I'll have to reply to yous all in my next chappie - I'm only allowed 20 min online tonight, and that's not enough time to reply to you all... I know it sucks, and you're all great and deserve individual reviews, so if you review this chapter, you'll get super long replies next time... *huggles reviewers*
Anyway, as usual, I own nothing to do with LOTR, other than my posters, everything you see here that you recognise belongs to Tolkien, and neither I or Rhonda are making money from this... :-D
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The ranger awoke hours later to see a lone figure sitting by the fire of his room. It took several moments to regain his senses and realize it was indeed the King of Mirkwood that was there. Upon seeing the ranger awake he went to his side.
"Estel do not try to sit up. Just lie here and rest."
Estel laid back down but he was uneasy, something was not right and then it hit him again. "Legolas!" he yelled and sat straight up in the bed. "I must get to him, they have him!"
"Who has him Estel? Where are they? I will go after him if you just tell me." Thranduil said his voice becoming louder.
Estel cringed from the king. "I do not know how to explain where, I could show you though" he said as he slung his feet over the bed and stood. This was a grievious mistake as he began to sway and the darkness beckoned to him.
"Estel!" Thranduil yelled as he just caught the ranger before he toppled to the floor. "You are not well, you must tell me and I will go."
"I can not. I am sorry. I can see it in my mind but can not explain it to you."
The king sighed "It is alright just rest perhaps it will come to you. I will go now and let you rest. Please do not try to get up again. I will send servants in awhile with something for you to eat." the Mirkwood king said as he shut the door behind him.
It was a sad sight indeed as the mighty king of Mirkwood crumbled to the floor and laid his head in his hands. The tears hidden from Estel moments earlier now fell freely from his eyes. His son, he wished to only lay eyes upon him now and never let him leave his sight. With a heavy heart he stood and wiped the tears away. He would find him and Valar help those who had sought to bring any harm to him.
Inside the room Estel laid, his head swimming with voices. He knew he could find the place where Legolas had been taken. He just couldn't quite put his finger on it. He laid there for an hour trying to clear the cobwebs from his mind, he was a ranger he knew he could find his friend. It was not arrogance that led him to believe this but he knew deep down in his heart that his friend was suffering and he had to help.
WIth a grunt he pushed himself up and stood. The whole room began to spin and he had to grasp the bed to keep from falling again. He knew he could never simply walk out of the door; so he gathered his things and carefully made his way out into the hallway. Looking both ways he snuck into the room next to Legolas'. Long ago he and his friend had found the door inside the closet that led to the outside. As he started down the long tunnel he prayed the nausea would go away that stirred in him and the blackness that was on the edge of sending him back to his knees., would subside before he fell. Relief washed over him as the smell of the outside came nearer and he said to himself. "I am coming mellon nin"
Hours later...........
Thranduil had let the ranger sleep for awhile and now was on his way to waken him, and bring him something to eat. He hoped Estel's memory had improved along with his health. He hated having to send a messenger to Elrond with word that his son was ill. The messengers all came back with horror stories of the look given to them along with the lecture on the frailty of humans and how could this happen again. He chuckled to himself in spite of everything for Estel was not simply human, he was more elven than most. As he opened the door he saw an empty bed and his heart lurched. Not worrying yet he thought perhaps he was in the washroom, but when he found him not to be he began to yell for his servants.
"Have any of you seen the Lord Estel?" he questioned
"Nay milord" was the response form each.
Thranduil sat down on the edge of the bed
Fear ate away at his heart and it was even more so as his eyes fell upon a note on the bed. He opened it but he alread knew what it would say.
King Thranduil
I am sorry but I must go and find Legolas. I can not explain it but I feel drawn to him. He calls to me and if I do not go it will haunt me forever.
Deepest regrets Estel
Thranduil shook his head. Once again he must send word to Elrond that his son had gone off to Valar knew where and that he was injured. Estel's head wound worried him not to mention the other smaller wounds which if aggravated could only lead to something more. He prayed to Valar to keep him safe but he knew this prayer was futile as Estel always seemed to get in the worst predicaments.
Thranduil looked up and asked which of the servants would ride out with the message and several of them began to back away all to well remembering the twins and their father the last time this kind of thing happened.