Brothers In Arms Chapter 4
Author: Robin Co Author: Badger Lord
Disclaimer: We are not making any money from this at all, we do not intend to infringe on any rights.
Author's Note: Thank you to those who are reviewing. You have all been really great. I really appreciate the support you have given me so far for the story and I am sorry that it has taken me a while to update; I've been busy lately. Again another thanks to Badger Lord, you are still the best!
I'm really sorry I didn't post this sooner, I have been really busy. Thank you all so much for the comments. You all really are the coolest!! I feel really proud when I read them all. Again to Badger Lord who really is the best Beta in the world, thank you for the help and the comments. Chapter 5 is almost written so I won't leave such a gap next time I promise. That's all the comments. Please R&R Enjoy, Robin ;)
Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms Brothers In Arms: Dire Straits
Laomir walked through the stables. She loved it in the morning when the stalls were being cleaned. Every day she would feed her horses, and no one dared to stop her. This morning she decided she would muck out the stalls. It was one way to get rid of the fury that was now building within her.
Last night after the initial bombshell, she began to have doubts. It was not that she did not believe in the possibility that Legolas was of the Dabhracht, more that it did not seem possible. While she was beginning to have doubts over Sorian's ability as a father she knew that Mariene would never have allowed her son to train as a warrior if he was the Dabracht. When she pointed this out an argument began.
As Laomir thought about the argument, the shovelling got harder and more vicious. She could visualise the thongs piercing certain delicate parts of Elrond's anatomy. Elrond had completely disagreed with her theory and went so far as to accuse her of lying to cover up her incompetence. This led to some scathing words from Laomir, and the two would have ended up on the floor had Thranduil not interrupted them at that moment. Elrond stalked out of the room saying that if his expertise was going to be insulted he would leave. Laomir had stalked up and down the carpet in front of the fire. Thranduil had watched the anger growing and he realised with a sigh that the anger was about to be released on someone- him. He sat straighter and took a deep breath as Laomir launched into her tirade.
After five minutes and when she had calmed down a little he put up his hand,
"Enough Laomir, stop this now. " She glared at him before continuing her pacing. Thranduil got up and walked to the fireplace, but kept a good distance between them.
"We will take care of him as though none of this had happened. He does not trust us and cannot relax. That does not change even if he does have the Dobracht. We will help them both as best we can and later when there is some sign of improvement, and when he is able to sit in a room with us without bolting for the door we will discuss it then." He put his hands gently to her face, cupping it before kissing her lips. Then he continued.
"Leave this silly argument with Elrond alone. You are both too stubborn and are acting younger than Asfloth and Turian. I do not care what he said. If I were insulted, he would be gone from this place. You help no one by carrying this on."
Laomir nodded her head. Thrnaduil smiled.
"Very good, I will leave you now, I must go to Elrond."
Back in the stables Laomir had cleaned out almost all the stalls. She looked around in surprise, well at least her rage was less. She left to get some bedding.
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Legolas walked under the canopy of trees towards the clearing where the stables were. Thranduil had told him that morning that he was free to go wherever he wished. Whatever the reason he had not been bothered by Thranduil, Laomir or Elrond that day or even the night before. Cooped up in his room he felt choked as if something was around his throat, and the thought of being free delighted him.
Horses.he had loved the creatures as long as he could remember. When he was younger his wall used to be full of drawings. If he was walking anywhere and he spotted a horse he would have to stop and look at it. Stepping inside he marvelled at the smell, he had missed it so. He walked to one of the stalls and gave a beautiful chestnut mare a loving pat. She allowed him to stroke her and then her head butted up against his jacket as though searching for something.
"She's looking for a sweet." A voice came from behind him. Legolas had been so involved with the horse that the voice came as such a shock and he jumped and yelped. He threw his back against the wall of the stall and stared in the direction of the voice, almost shaking in fear.
Laomir came forward with her arms full of straw. She saw the look of shock in his face and saw his defensive pose. Her heart went out to him She put the straw in one of the racks before turning to him.
"Forgive me, Legolas, I did not mean to startle you." She gently stepped forward toward the mare. His eyes were still open wide as he watched her every move.
"This horse is my favourite and as such she is spoiled rotten. Are you not my pet?" With that she gently stroked the horse and looked over again at Legolas. He had lost his terrified look, but he still seemed wary. However his gaze looked accusingly at her.
"I admit it, I spoil her rotten, I am afraid to say." she answered with a laugh. Looking at him she saw the change, his eyes were not as clouded, and his pose not as rigid.
"Legolas, you may pet her. She especially likes it when you stroke her neck and whisper sweet nothings in her ears. Go ahead, I will get her feed." She gently stepped over to the store. She did not know he had a love of horses and if she could get him to open up over them, maybe he would open up to her. Grabbing a bucket she re-entered the stalls. She had expected him to run but was surprised to see him still there. He stroked the mare's head and she heard a whisper.
"Legolas, guess what her name is?" She looked at him hopefully but he made neither a sound nor a movement.
"Very well, it is 'Browny'"
Had she not been looking so closely she would have missed the ghost of a smile that passed over his face. It was gone all too quickly. But in that moment she saw such a different elf to the one she was used to. She felt heartened for having seen it.
"Asfloth named her, he loves her too. Can you give this to her please?"
She held out the feed can and at first he stared at it, but then he reached out a hand and carefully took it. When he returned she pointed to 'Browny' again.
"See how she is moving around, I wonder." She saw her companion looking at her questioningly.
"It is nothing serious but see the swelling in her, I think she nay be pregnant." During the course of this speech she absently put he hand on his shoulder. She did not do it consciously it simply was her way. She felt Legolas tense and arch his back away from her. She decided not to say anything especially since he his reaction was not the worst. She looked at him
"Would you like to take a horse for a ride?" she asked unexpectedly.
She saw the longing in his eyes and for a second she though he would say yes. However in the end he simply shook his head. She nodded, though secretly very disappointed.
"Very well, would you like to go for a walk so I may show you some of the palace?" Again she noticed the hesitation in his eyes, but then a cloud seemed to descend and he stared at her and shook his head walking away.
Laomir could have felt disappointed instead she felt some joy. This has been the longest he has communicated with anyone in weeks.
Upon leaving the stables she felt a sudden urge to find the two youngest elflings in the wood. She had not heard them in a while and if she knew anything about them they would be up to no good. She was rounding the corner of the second feed store when she heard something like a splash, then a shriek, then a stream of curses. Running around the corner her heart stopped when she saw a sopping wet Elrond looking around in shock. His hair was sticking out at all ends and his clothes were dripping. As she looked she saw a drip of water run all the way down his nose. As good as she was at masks to hide emotions even she was unable to stop the giggle that came from her. He heard and glared at her.
"Lord Elrond, what happened? Are you well?"
His glare increased and his eyes turned icy.
"Quite well, my queen, for one who has been attacked by hoodlums. I was entering the store to look for you when a bucket of water attacked me."
At his speech the mask was slipping again, however her keen elven ears were able to hear the sound of muffled giggles from behind her. She decided to play along.
"The bucket attacked you. Well my lord I will report this to Thranduil. Normally the only magic in the palace is to open the gates but if it has spread to the bucket, this must be taken care of."
If Elrond's glare could turn any icier Laomir would be an icicle at that moment.
"Nay my queen, the only 'taking care of' will be to two elflings who will be strung up by their ears for this. Enchanted buckets, I do not believe it. Can I trust you to take care of this, Laomir or will you need my assistance?"
Laomir who by this time was suffering from the pain of suppressed laughter at the sight of the Lord of Rivendell, felt her blood boil at what was said. However the sight of him looking most undignified. She knew that as much as he annoyed her, he really was the fool this time. With a giggle and a smile showing on her face she nodded.
Elrond stalked by, still talking of hanging when she laughed out loud and held her chest. She turned around and looked at the bush and spotted a foot. Tugging on the foot produced a leg from which a head was soon unearthed. She giggled as she looked into the face of her son. He looked a little damp and his tunic was soaking wet, yet he tried to cover that up with a look of innocence. Looking above her son's head she noticed a blonde head of hair. She grabbed a handful of it and gave it a playful tug. She unearthed another wet elfling and one very wet Mansloth. She could not control the laugh that escaped her.
"Oh dear, has the evil bucket attacked the two of you too?"
Asfloth looked at his Naneth. He had always been taught that telling lies was wrong, because black spots appears on your tongue when you lied and Naneth always saw them. Looking at Turian who shrugged, he answered.
"No Naneth, we did it but we didn't mean to hit Welrond, honest."
Laomir tried not to giggle at his answer.
"Elrond, my dear. So if you did not want to hit Elrond, who did you want to hit?"
Turian looked up at her and answered in a soft voice still holding Mansloth close to him.
"Legos."
Laomir looked at him in surprise.
"Why did you want to hit your brother?" To this Asfloth answered.
"Turian told me that Noralis played that trick on Legos and he laughed and he was happy. You said that he is really sad so we thought it would make him happy."
Turian filled in from there.
"We saw him come in and Runiel helped us with the water." Laomir could hear a discrete sound much like a shriek before the sound of footsteps running quickly away reached her ears. She had the strangest feeling that Runiel would soon find something very important to do for the next number of hours.
Turian continued, "We didna know he wasn't going out this door. We're sorry bout El-pond"
At this attempted explanation Laomir felt a surge of pride for the two little imps. She hugged them both tightly to her. She looked up to the sky in a silent prayer of thanks for elflings, however she spotted something. A figure high in the trees was watching her. She nodded her head to him, but he didn't move.
"Come on little elflings, time for a bath. We will not speak of this again, but I will have to think of a punishment." She reached for their hands and was about to march them to the bathhouse when she stopped and leaned down.
"It is E-L-R-O-N-D not Welrond and not El-pond. Got it?" At the vigorous nodding of their heads she walked on with a grin on her face. Thranduil was going to have a good laugh over this.
Legolas looked on from his perch in the trees. He gave a little smile at the explanation. He knew he could have warned Elrond or maybe Welpond, but then he decided to let it go. He gazed at the trees. They had mentioned Noralis. Memories he had tried so hard to bury began to enter his mind.
Noralis was born on the Spring Equinox and for the first time in Legolas' life he would have to share. Though he was almost 60 years old it still came as a shock when he saw his little brother. He remembered seeing him in the cradle and Noralis kept poking himself in the eye. . .
A little elfling was in a cradle which 60 years before had held his older brother. Legolas gazed at the little one and marvelled at one so small. The tiny elfling looked like he was trying to suck his thumb but his little thumb kept hitting his little eyes. Legolas carefully took the little thumb and touched the soft skin. He touched the little ears being extra careful that his own rough hands would cause the least damage. He took the little thumb and put it gently against the little mouth. He giggled when the little mouth opened at the thumb was sucked straight in. Then two blue eyes, the same shade of his own gazed at him. They seemed to hold each other's gaze for a minute then Legolas touched his little brother again and whispered.
"Welcome to Middle Earth, little brother. I will take care of you." His brother in response opened his mouth in a yawn and then closed his eyes again. After entering this world the little elfling was exhausted.
Legolas looked at the trees as memories went through his mind. Five years ago Turian had appeared, but Legolas was not there. He was on a border patrol. He remembered being called back to be told he had a new brother but had lost his mother. Noralis had met him at the stables and taken him to see Turian. Over the cradle of their new brother both Legolas and Noralis had promised that they would take care of their brother. . .
Noralis had dragged Legolas to the cradle before he had even had a chance to change from riding gear. He smelled of orcs, horses and. . . something else. It took but a moment for the perfectly dresses Noralis to place and it shocked him.
"Legolas, what is this stench?" Noralis demanded holding his nose.
"Well forgive me brother but when you are on the border patrol we will see if you can smell like apple blossoms all the time." He responded indignantly, but still with the sound of laughter in his voice. It was always said of Legolas that he would laugh at the worst in life. Noralis giggled at his elder brother. Then the blue eyes locked with Legolas' and he turned sad. "Mother was in no pain when she went, Legolas." He said quietly. "I know." He responded sadly. Then he looked at Noralis "Ada?" "He has not been well, but he was asking for you, Legolas. You were not here and he was angry." Noralis watched as his elder brother put his head in his hands for a moment before running them through his hair.
Legolas took a deep breath before replying.
"I will see him later." Noralis nodded sadly.
"What will we do with Turian, Legolas?" He asked quietly. Legolas looked at Noralis. Blue eyes met blue eyes and he answered. "We protect him with our body, soul and mind." He clasped his younger brother's arm who hugged him in return. Together they turned and approached the cradle. The little elfling moved around and put his finger up his nose.
"See Legolas!!" laughed a grinning Noralis "Even he thinks you smell!!!"
Legolas had responded by grabbing Noralis and trying to strangle him. Noralis responded with childish taunts, as words like filthy orc, smelly elf and worse filled the nursery.
Legolas wrapped his arms around his legs and nestled his head in his arms. He knew Laomir and Thranduil desperately wanted to know what happened to Sorian and Noralis but he couldn't talk about it. He hoped they would leave him alone, and yet he wasn't doing to well on his own. It was a no win situation. He felt like crying but no tears would come. He started to shudder, he had to take care of Turian. . . he promised. Tears tried to release but he fought them. He was trying so hard not to cry.
Author: Robin Co Author: Badger Lord
Disclaimer: We are not making any money from this at all, we do not intend to infringe on any rights.
Author's Note: Thank you to those who are reviewing. You have all been really great. I really appreciate the support you have given me so far for the story and I am sorry that it has taken me a while to update; I've been busy lately. Again another thanks to Badger Lord, you are still the best!
I'm really sorry I didn't post this sooner, I have been really busy. Thank you all so much for the comments. You all really are the coolest!! I feel really proud when I read them all. Again to Badger Lord who really is the best Beta in the world, thank you for the help and the comments. Chapter 5 is almost written so I won't leave such a gap next time I promise. That's all the comments. Please R&R Enjoy, Robin ;)
Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms Brothers In Arms: Dire Straits
Laomir walked through the stables. She loved it in the morning when the stalls were being cleaned. Every day she would feed her horses, and no one dared to stop her. This morning she decided she would muck out the stalls. It was one way to get rid of the fury that was now building within her.
Last night after the initial bombshell, she began to have doubts. It was not that she did not believe in the possibility that Legolas was of the Dabhracht, more that it did not seem possible. While she was beginning to have doubts over Sorian's ability as a father she knew that Mariene would never have allowed her son to train as a warrior if he was the Dabracht. When she pointed this out an argument began.
As Laomir thought about the argument, the shovelling got harder and more vicious. She could visualise the thongs piercing certain delicate parts of Elrond's anatomy. Elrond had completely disagreed with her theory and went so far as to accuse her of lying to cover up her incompetence. This led to some scathing words from Laomir, and the two would have ended up on the floor had Thranduil not interrupted them at that moment. Elrond stalked out of the room saying that if his expertise was going to be insulted he would leave. Laomir had stalked up and down the carpet in front of the fire. Thranduil had watched the anger growing and he realised with a sigh that the anger was about to be released on someone- him. He sat straighter and took a deep breath as Laomir launched into her tirade.
After five minutes and when she had calmed down a little he put up his hand,
"Enough Laomir, stop this now. " She glared at him before continuing her pacing. Thranduil got up and walked to the fireplace, but kept a good distance between them.
"We will take care of him as though none of this had happened. He does not trust us and cannot relax. That does not change even if he does have the Dobracht. We will help them both as best we can and later when there is some sign of improvement, and when he is able to sit in a room with us without bolting for the door we will discuss it then." He put his hands gently to her face, cupping it before kissing her lips. Then he continued.
"Leave this silly argument with Elrond alone. You are both too stubborn and are acting younger than Asfloth and Turian. I do not care what he said. If I were insulted, he would be gone from this place. You help no one by carrying this on."
Laomir nodded her head. Thrnaduil smiled.
"Very good, I will leave you now, I must go to Elrond."
Back in the stables Laomir had cleaned out almost all the stalls. She looked around in surprise, well at least her rage was less. She left to get some bedding.
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Legolas walked under the canopy of trees towards the clearing where the stables were. Thranduil had told him that morning that he was free to go wherever he wished. Whatever the reason he had not been bothered by Thranduil, Laomir or Elrond that day or even the night before. Cooped up in his room he felt choked as if something was around his throat, and the thought of being free delighted him.
Horses.he had loved the creatures as long as he could remember. When he was younger his wall used to be full of drawings. If he was walking anywhere and he spotted a horse he would have to stop and look at it. Stepping inside he marvelled at the smell, he had missed it so. He walked to one of the stalls and gave a beautiful chestnut mare a loving pat. She allowed him to stroke her and then her head butted up against his jacket as though searching for something.
"She's looking for a sweet." A voice came from behind him. Legolas had been so involved with the horse that the voice came as such a shock and he jumped and yelped. He threw his back against the wall of the stall and stared in the direction of the voice, almost shaking in fear.
Laomir came forward with her arms full of straw. She saw the look of shock in his face and saw his defensive pose. Her heart went out to him She put the straw in one of the racks before turning to him.
"Forgive me, Legolas, I did not mean to startle you." She gently stepped forward toward the mare. His eyes were still open wide as he watched her every move.
"This horse is my favourite and as such she is spoiled rotten. Are you not my pet?" With that she gently stroked the horse and looked over again at Legolas. He had lost his terrified look, but he still seemed wary. However his gaze looked accusingly at her.
"I admit it, I spoil her rotten, I am afraid to say." she answered with a laugh. Looking at him she saw the change, his eyes were not as clouded, and his pose not as rigid.
"Legolas, you may pet her. She especially likes it when you stroke her neck and whisper sweet nothings in her ears. Go ahead, I will get her feed." She gently stepped over to the store. She did not know he had a love of horses and if she could get him to open up over them, maybe he would open up to her. Grabbing a bucket she re-entered the stalls. She had expected him to run but was surprised to see him still there. He stroked the mare's head and she heard a whisper.
"Legolas, guess what her name is?" She looked at him hopefully but he made neither a sound nor a movement.
"Very well, it is 'Browny'"
Had she not been looking so closely she would have missed the ghost of a smile that passed over his face. It was gone all too quickly. But in that moment she saw such a different elf to the one she was used to. She felt heartened for having seen it.
"Asfloth named her, he loves her too. Can you give this to her please?"
She held out the feed can and at first he stared at it, but then he reached out a hand and carefully took it. When he returned she pointed to 'Browny' again.
"See how she is moving around, I wonder." She saw her companion looking at her questioningly.
"It is nothing serious but see the swelling in her, I think she nay be pregnant." During the course of this speech she absently put he hand on his shoulder. She did not do it consciously it simply was her way. She felt Legolas tense and arch his back away from her. She decided not to say anything especially since he his reaction was not the worst. She looked at him
"Would you like to take a horse for a ride?" she asked unexpectedly.
She saw the longing in his eyes and for a second she though he would say yes. However in the end he simply shook his head. She nodded, though secretly very disappointed.
"Very well, would you like to go for a walk so I may show you some of the palace?" Again she noticed the hesitation in his eyes, but then a cloud seemed to descend and he stared at her and shook his head walking away.
Laomir could have felt disappointed instead she felt some joy. This has been the longest he has communicated with anyone in weeks.
Upon leaving the stables she felt a sudden urge to find the two youngest elflings in the wood. She had not heard them in a while and if she knew anything about them they would be up to no good. She was rounding the corner of the second feed store when she heard something like a splash, then a shriek, then a stream of curses. Running around the corner her heart stopped when she saw a sopping wet Elrond looking around in shock. His hair was sticking out at all ends and his clothes were dripping. As she looked she saw a drip of water run all the way down his nose. As good as she was at masks to hide emotions even she was unable to stop the giggle that came from her. He heard and glared at her.
"Lord Elrond, what happened? Are you well?"
His glare increased and his eyes turned icy.
"Quite well, my queen, for one who has been attacked by hoodlums. I was entering the store to look for you when a bucket of water attacked me."
At his speech the mask was slipping again, however her keen elven ears were able to hear the sound of muffled giggles from behind her. She decided to play along.
"The bucket attacked you. Well my lord I will report this to Thranduil. Normally the only magic in the palace is to open the gates but if it has spread to the bucket, this must be taken care of."
If Elrond's glare could turn any icier Laomir would be an icicle at that moment.
"Nay my queen, the only 'taking care of' will be to two elflings who will be strung up by their ears for this. Enchanted buckets, I do not believe it. Can I trust you to take care of this, Laomir or will you need my assistance?"
Laomir who by this time was suffering from the pain of suppressed laughter at the sight of the Lord of Rivendell, felt her blood boil at what was said. However the sight of him looking most undignified. She knew that as much as he annoyed her, he really was the fool this time. With a giggle and a smile showing on her face she nodded.
Elrond stalked by, still talking of hanging when she laughed out loud and held her chest. She turned around and looked at the bush and spotted a foot. Tugging on the foot produced a leg from which a head was soon unearthed. She giggled as she looked into the face of her son. He looked a little damp and his tunic was soaking wet, yet he tried to cover that up with a look of innocence. Looking above her son's head she noticed a blonde head of hair. She grabbed a handful of it and gave it a playful tug. She unearthed another wet elfling and one very wet Mansloth. She could not control the laugh that escaped her.
"Oh dear, has the evil bucket attacked the two of you too?"
Asfloth looked at his Naneth. He had always been taught that telling lies was wrong, because black spots appears on your tongue when you lied and Naneth always saw them. Looking at Turian who shrugged, he answered.
"No Naneth, we did it but we didn't mean to hit Welrond, honest."
Laomir tried not to giggle at his answer.
"Elrond, my dear. So if you did not want to hit Elrond, who did you want to hit?"
Turian looked up at her and answered in a soft voice still holding Mansloth close to him.
"Legos."
Laomir looked at him in surprise.
"Why did you want to hit your brother?" To this Asfloth answered.
"Turian told me that Noralis played that trick on Legos and he laughed and he was happy. You said that he is really sad so we thought it would make him happy."
Turian filled in from there.
"We saw him come in and Runiel helped us with the water." Laomir could hear a discrete sound much like a shriek before the sound of footsteps running quickly away reached her ears. She had the strangest feeling that Runiel would soon find something very important to do for the next number of hours.
Turian continued, "We didna know he wasn't going out this door. We're sorry bout El-pond"
At this attempted explanation Laomir felt a surge of pride for the two little imps. She hugged them both tightly to her. She looked up to the sky in a silent prayer of thanks for elflings, however she spotted something. A figure high in the trees was watching her. She nodded her head to him, but he didn't move.
"Come on little elflings, time for a bath. We will not speak of this again, but I will have to think of a punishment." She reached for their hands and was about to march them to the bathhouse when she stopped and leaned down.
"It is E-L-R-O-N-D not Welrond and not El-pond. Got it?" At the vigorous nodding of their heads she walked on with a grin on her face. Thranduil was going to have a good laugh over this.
Legolas looked on from his perch in the trees. He gave a little smile at the explanation. He knew he could have warned Elrond or maybe Welpond, but then he decided to let it go. He gazed at the trees. They had mentioned Noralis. Memories he had tried so hard to bury began to enter his mind.
Noralis was born on the Spring Equinox and for the first time in Legolas' life he would have to share. Though he was almost 60 years old it still came as a shock when he saw his little brother. He remembered seeing him in the cradle and Noralis kept poking himself in the eye. . .
A little elfling was in a cradle which 60 years before had held his older brother. Legolas gazed at the little one and marvelled at one so small. The tiny elfling looked like he was trying to suck his thumb but his little thumb kept hitting his little eyes. Legolas carefully took the little thumb and touched the soft skin. He touched the little ears being extra careful that his own rough hands would cause the least damage. He took the little thumb and put it gently against the little mouth. He giggled when the little mouth opened at the thumb was sucked straight in. Then two blue eyes, the same shade of his own gazed at him. They seemed to hold each other's gaze for a minute then Legolas touched his little brother again and whispered.
"Welcome to Middle Earth, little brother. I will take care of you." His brother in response opened his mouth in a yawn and then closed his eyes again. After entering this world the little elfling was exhausted.
Legolas looked at the trees as memories went through his mind. Five years ago Turian had appeared, but Legolas was not there. He was on a border patrol. He remembered being called back to be told he had a new brother but had lost his mother. Noralis had met him at the stables and taken him to see Turian. Over the cradle of their new brother both Legolas and Noralis had promised that they would take care of their brother. . .
Noralis had dragged Legolas to the cradle before he had even had a chance to change from riding gear. He smelled of orcs, horses and. . . something else. It took but a moment for the perfectly dresses Noralis to place and it shocked him.
"Legolas, what is this stench?" Noralis demanded holding his nose.
"Well forgive me brother but when you are on the border patrol we will see if you can smell like apple blossoms all the time." He responded indignantly, but still with the sound of laughter in his voice. It was always said of Legolas that he would laugh at the worst in life. Noralis giggled at his elder brother. Then the blue eyes locked with Legolas' and he turned sad. "Mother was in no pain when she went, Legolas." He said quietly. "I know." He responded sadly. Then he looked at Noralis "Ada?" "He has not been well, but he was asking for you, Legolas. You were not here and he was angry." Noralis watched as his elder brother put his head in his hands for a moment before running them through his hair.
Legolas took a deep breath before replying.
"I will see him later." Noralis nodded sadly.
"What will we do with Turian, Legolas?" He asked quietly. Legolas looked at Noralis. Blue eyes met blue eyes and he answered. "We protect him with our body, soul and mind." He clasped his younger brother's arm who hugged him in return. Together they turned and approached the cradle. The little elfling moved around and put his finger up his nose.
"See Legolas!!" laughed a grinning Noralis "Even he thinks you smell!!!"
Legolas had responded by grabbing Noralis and trying to strangle him. Noralis responded with childish taunts, as words like filthy orc, smelly elf and worse filled the nursery.
Legolas wrapped his arms around his legs and nestled his head in his arms. He knew Laomir and Thranduil desperately wanted to know what happened to Sorian and Noralis but he couldn't talk about it. He hoped they would leave him alone, and yet he wasn't doing to well on his own. It was a no win situation. He felt like crying but no tears would come. He started to shudder, he had to take care of Turian. . . he promised. Tears tried to release but he fought them. He was trying so hard not to cry.