Brothers In Arms Chapter 5
Author: Robin Beta & 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: As promised for leaving chapter 4 so long, here is chapter 5 quite quickly.
Ok it is short I know. On this one I definitely need your thoughts on where the story is going. Sorry to all of you who were having trouble with the format of the story on fanfiction.net **repeatedly kicking the computer** I think it is all fixed, I had to reload all the chapters again. No Turian or Asfloth in this chapter but they will be along soon. I think it's great the way you all love them. I agree though Laomir is pretty cool.
As for treating Elrond badly, I couldn't resist. Don't worry he will be in the next chapter. He won't be wet next time.
One thing, this story is very similar to a friend, Caroline who in the space of 7 years lost both parents, a grandmother, got diagnosed with cancer and suffered a nervous breakdown. Amazingly she managed to go through school and university at the same time. She, to me is a description of strength and makes me realise how lucky I am to have all that I have.
Caroline, you're the coolest!!
Don't forget to Review!
Robin
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This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say, 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say, 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words,
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Henry V (4.3.43)
No troubles seemed to occur in Mirkwood for the next few weeks. Legolas still would not talk to any other elf, but Laomir heard him talk to the horses often. She wondered if he felt the emotions of Thranduil and her and decided he couldn't trust them yet.
One morning Laomir caught up with Legolas, with Turian and Asfloth trailing behind her.
"Legolas?"
He looked up at her from feeding two of the horses. No longer did his body tense when she talked to him, but still his arms would wrap around himself unconsciously when she spoke to him.
"We are going for a walk to the upper pastures to see the foals. Two elflings want you to come as well. Will you?"
After she had said that two heads appeared on either side of her, both pleading. Legolas had not a hope of refusing and gave in almost immediately.
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Up in the pastures there was a mixture of mares and foals. They walked through the centre of the pack when a little foal began to run towards Legolas. He stepped back in shock and looked as the black foal ran towards him. On reaching him the little one began to butt up against him and Legolas playfully patted his neck. Laomir smiled at the delight the young elf showed in playing with the foal.
It was Turian who unconsciously spoiled the moment.
"Is that the foal with no Ada or Naneth Laomir?"
Laomir watched as Legolas' hand dropped from the foal and he looked first at Turian, then he turned to Laomir.
"I am afraid so Turian. We feed him now so he loves to play with us." Looking at Legolas she saw a tear roll down his face. He looked at each of them before bolting from them, running as fast as he could down the hill.
Laomir knew she could not let him go. For once this might be the chance to break his mould. With a shout to Asfloth and Turian to go to Runiel, she ran after Legolas.
Though he was normally strong, the weeks of grief had taken a toll and she was soon gaining on him. He ran to the forest but before he entered he slipped on a root. Face down in the dirt he began to claw at her when she came close. Screaming as loud as he could, he yelled.
"Leave me alone, leave me alone. Please!"
Grabbing one of the flying arms she responded.
"No, Legolas let me in, do not fight. Tell me what happened. Why did the foal upset you?"
She looked down at him to see him curling up into a ball and he began to rock.
"No, Legolas talk to me! What happened? I won't hurt you." She put her arms around him.
He struggled and fought her but she would not release him. By this time she saw the tears begin to flow and she whispered in his ear.
"It is safe Legolas. Tell me your burden." To this he struggled, pushed and bit. Eventually he hauled himself up to his feet. Grabbing a branch from the ground he picked it up threatening it to her.
"Leave. . . me. . . alone. . ." However it took him a few moments to say this as his voice was breaking. She looked at him with no fear, only pity on her face. She would not admit it to anyone but her pulse was racing and she could feel adrenaline rushing in her veins. Part of her wanted to run and leave this troubled elf but another wanted to show him she would be there for him, always.
Suddenly Legolas swung the branch. It hit the bark of the tree nowhere near her shattering into splinters. Legolas sank to his knees as an agonised scream ripped from his throat.
Laomir took only a moment before rushing to the little one and wrapping him in her arms. Grief took over him as tears left too long ripped through him. He could not control them or himself as he lay in her arms.
Laomir gently held him as he cried. She held him for a long time that the light began to dim around them. Sobs racked his body making it difficult for him to catch his breath and his face was wet. Every so often she would wipe some of the tears but she wished instead that she could take away the pain as easily. She rocked him when it seemed his sobs had died down a little. She wanted to get him to speak before humiliation or anger took him over again. She hoped it would stop him going back into himself.
"Oh Legolas." She sighed.
She heard a murmur against her chest and she released her hold from him a little.
"What was that little one? What do you need?"
He made no reply except to cry heavily into her arms again, but then a few moments later a tortured answer reached her ears.
"Why did you do this, you don't understand?!"
Laomir looked at him confused. She wiped his eyes and looked into them directly.
"What don't I understand Legolas?"
She watched for a few moments as he seemed to collect himself before he turned to her again. In a whispered voice she heard
"I killed them."
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Don't forget to review
Author: Robin Beta & 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: As promised for leaving chapter 4 so long, here is chapter 5 quite quickly.
Ok it is short I know. On this one I definitely need your thoughts on where the story is going. Sorry to all of you who were having trouble with the format of the story on fanfiction.net **repeatedly kicking the computer** I think it is all fixed, I had to reload all the chapters again. No Turian or Asfloth in this chapter but they will be along soon. I think it's great the way you all love them. I agree though Laomir is pretty cool.
As for treating Elrond badly, I couldn't resist. Don't worry he will be in the next chapter. He won't be wet next time.
One thing, this story is very similar to a friend, Caroline who in the space of 7 years lost both parents, a grandmother, got diagnosed with cancer and suffered a nervous breakdown. Amazingly she managed to go through school and university at the same time. She, to me is a description of strength and makes me realise how lucky I am to have all that I have.
Caroline, you're the coolest!!
Don't forget to Review!
Robin
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say, 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say, 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words,
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Henry V (4.3.43)
No troubles seemed to occur in Mirkwood for the next few weeks. Legolas still would not talk to any other elf, but Laomir heard him talk to the horses often. She wondered if he felt the emotions of Thranduil and her and decided he couldn't trust them yet.
One morning Laomir caught up with Legolas, with Turian and Asfloth trailing behind her.
"Legolas?"
He looked up at her from feeding two of the horses. No longer did his body tense when she talked to him, but still his arms would wrap around himself unconsciously when she spoke to him.
"We are going for a walk to the upper pastures to see the foals. Two elflings want you to come as well. Will you?"
After she had said that two heads appeared on either side of her, both pleading. Legolas had not a hope of refusing and gave in almost immediately.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Up in the pastures there was a mixture of mares and foals. They walked through the centre of the pack when a little foal began to run towards Legolas. He stepped back in shock and looked as the black foal ran towards him. On reaching him the little one began to butt up against him and Legolas playfully patted his neck. Laomir smiled at the delight the young elf showed in playing with the foal.
It was Turian who unconsciously spoiled the moment.
"Is that the foal with no Ada or Naneth Laomir?"
Laomir watched as Legolas' hand dropped from the foal and he looked first at Turian, then he turned to Laomir.
"I am afraid so Turian. We feed him now so he loves to play with us." Looking at Legolas she saw a tear roll down his face. He looked at each of them before bolting from them, running as fast as he could down the hill.
Laomir knew she could not let him go. For once this might be the chance to break his mould. With a shout to Asfloth and Turian to go to Runiel, she ran after Legolas.
Though he was normally strong, the weeks of grief had taken a toll and she was soon gaining on him. He ran to the forest but before he entered he slipped on a root. Face down in the dirt he began to claw at her when she came close. Screaming as loud as he could, he yelled.
"Leave me alone, leave me alone. Please!"
Grabbing one of the flying arms she responded.
"No, Legolas let me in, do not fight. Tell me what happened. Why did the foal upset you?"
She looked down at him to see him curling up into a ball and he began to rock.
"No, Legolas talk to me! What happened? I won't hurt you." She put her arms around him.
He struggled and fought her but she would not release him. By this time she saw the tears begin to flow and she whispered in his ear.
"It is safe Legolas. Tell me your burden." To this he struggled, pushed and bit. Eventually he hauled himself up to his feet. Grabbing a branch from the ground he picked it up threatening it to her.
"Leave. . . me. . . alone. . ." However it took him a few moments to say this as his voice was breaking. She looked at him with no fear, only pity on her face. She would not admit it to anyone but her pulse was racing and she could feel adrenaline rushing in her veins. Part of her wanted to run and leave this troubled elf but another wanted to show him she would be there for him, always.
Suddenly Legolas swung the branch. It hit the bark of the tree nowhere near her shattering into splinters. Legolas sank to his knees as an agonised scream ripped from his throat.
Laomir took only a moment before rushing to the little one and wrapping him in her arms. Grief took over him as tears left too long ripped through him. He could not control them or himself as he lay in her arms.
Laomir gently held him as he cried. She held him for a long time that the light began to dim around them. Sobs racked his body making it difficult for him to catch his breath and his face was wet. Every so often she would wipe some of the tears but she wished instead that she could take away the pain as easily. She rocked him when it seemed his sobs had died down a little. She wanted to get him to speak before humiliation or anger took him over again. She hoped it would stop him going back into himself.
"Oh Legolas." She sighed.
She heard a murmur against her chest and she released her hold from him a little.
"What was that little one? What do you need?"
He made no reply except to cry heavily into her arms again, but then a few moments later a tortured answer reached her ears.
"Why did you do this, you don't understand?!"
Laomir looked at him confused. She wiped his eyes and looked into them directly.
"What don't I understand Legolas?"
She watched for a few moments as he seemed to collect himself before he turned to her again. In a whispered voice she heard
"I killed them."
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Don't forget to review