Here is the long awaited chapter 7.
Sorry it has taken so long but exams were annoying. For any who want to know the story is pretty much written now, I will be posting a lot sooner than I have been.
To the following people who have been so nice. Badger Lord, Me (not me 'Me' your still cool) Lessien Helyanwe (here you are!), Dragon of the North (get better soon), Daw The Minstrel, findabhair, Linwe Seregon, pris, MadMaddie, Morloth, MoroTheWolfGod, Myfanwy,
Thanks for all the support!
Robin
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Resim was one of Mirkwood's most respected warriors. A strong elf, he was particularly good at the bow. He also would choose to train an elf and if he befriended you it would be a friendship to the end of days.
Right now the party of 15 elves were returning from a patrol in the southern borders. It had been along and arduous day and each elf was looking forward to their own home the next day. Resim was the scout this day and so he spent most of the time ahead of the party. They were but one day from the palace when he heard the noise.
Immediately he crouched down and whistled to the others. The sound was not very regular and it stopped and started at odd intervals. He took out his blade, ready to strike.
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Legolas had left the horse behind the night earlier. While it had made his passage quicker it had begun to rain and his tracks stood out. He was cold and his food was gone, having eaten it in the middle of the night. He didn't know what to do. Looking around he picked a tree and began to climb up it. Legolas was feeling frazzled. His head ached from constantly feeling Turian 's grief, and more importantly trying to block it. Normally he loved being close to his brother and during hard times there is nothing nicer than feeling an elfling's delight at all the strange things in life. But now it just hurt.
He decided to take a break and climbed into a tree. With his arms wrapped around his legs he tried to sort through his emotions and figure out where he was going. He knew he was being tracked. One did not kill two princes of Mirkwood and escape without punishment. He smacked his fist against the trunk of the tree. Why did he tell her all that was going through his mind? In fact it was on a constant loop. Now that he had let his guard down he wasn't concentrating on blocking Turian as well and before he realized what happened, he felt Turian crying and he could feel the tears that were inside his younger brother. With a groan Legolas got up again. He had to keep going. By now the pain in his head had increased.
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Laomir sat outside the wardrobe. They initially had tried to pry open the door of it but the clever minx had jammed it somehow. Laomir, Thranduil and Asfloth had spent most of the morning outside just talking to the little one inside. For the first time Laomir was beginning to have misgivings about taking on these two. Asfloth entered noisily and ran to his Nana's arms. Looking up at her he asked.
"Why are they so sad Nana?"
Laomir looked down at her little elf. The little one was a carbon copy of Thranduil. He had golden hair and beautiful blue eyes. She kissed the little pointed noise before answering.
"They have no Naneth or Ada my pet. It makes them very sad. Turian's older brother Noralis died. So many things happened that it made them really sad."
Asfloth seemed to consider this before looking into his Nana's face again.
"Nana, I'm afraid you and Ada are going to die too. Will you?"
Laomir felt immediately guilty for this. Asfloth was barely 6. He shouldn't be worried about death at his age. Having said that, neither should Turian or Legolas. She hugged her son tighter and whispered to him.
"I have no intention of leaving you anytime time soon, my son. Neither has Ada. But do not worry about what might happen. Know we love you always. Do you believe me Asfloth?"
Looking down at her son. She then felt him wrap his arms around her neck and give her a sloppy kiss.
"Please don't ever go Nana. I don't want to be sad like Legolas and Turian."
Laomir crinkled her brow and held her son. She closed her eyes as she spoke.
"I can't make that promise Asfloth. I wish I could. If it ever happens, I will never really be gone, I will always be beside you." She felt Asfloth nod his head and grip her tighter. However she could not stop the pain in her heart from hearing the muffled sobs from behind the door.
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Still Resim crouched, readying himself for the attack. The movement had stopped for a few minutes and he was about to call for the others when he heard a noise again. There was only one person, but who it was or what he or she was doing he knew not. He decided to take no chances and to ready himself. He would not aim to kill, just subdue. The noise got closer. Breathing deeply and gently Resim looked around before launching himself at the figure.
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Legolas was now getting very tired. He should be more alert but his need for sleep was winning. It took a lot of energy to keep fighting his brother. Yet he could not take away the pain, as was his gift. He was trying to leave Turian and not contact him. If he comforted him Turian would know he would be back. He had to leave.
Though he remark to himself, if he went back there was not going to be much left of himself. He walked past a giant oak when a hard wrapped around his neck. Reacting quickly he swung trying to break the hold and using his other hand and both legs began kicking scratching and punching the figure.
They were thrown heavily to the ground and Legolas continued his fight against the attacker. However he was bigger stronger and obviously had more energy because soon Legolas was in a submissive hold. The attacker was using his legs to choke him and his arms to keep his own hands in a bone breaking lock.
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Resim felt relieved to have the attacker subdued. He had not heard any other noises throughout the forest. Though the elf had been talking and grumbling to himself a little.
With the intruder's arm bent painfully backwards and his head locked in a throat hold between Resim's legs, Resim finally got a good look at the intruder.
"Legolas!!!"
Legolas locked eyes with Resim and with a sad look whispered.
"Let me go Resim, I have to leave."
Resim looked down at the young elf. Barely out of Novice school and two thoughts went through his head. One: What happened? Two: Hadn't he trained him better than this not to be caught?
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Laomir sat in her chambers. The half opened letter given to her by Legolas was sitting still unread in her lap. From the open balcony she heard the sound of the forest normally it soothed her, today it pained her. She was at a loss to do about the two elflings in her care. Turian, such a beautiful elf with a lovely personality. It hurt her to think that he was hurting as well. She was trying everything she could think of to help him but nothing was working. Things were looking desperate with him.
Legolas as she thought of him she sighed. She was beginning to think it was hopeless with that little one. She could not deny that he was loosing himself more and more each day. The running away was a sign that he couldn't take himself much more. She ran fingers through her hair. What does she expect? Deterioration? Or until he erupts into violence or suicide? Did he kill them? Why? Why would he kill his father and his younger brother? She knew he took care of Turian. . .and yet he had left. Was he a danger to Thranduil, Asfloth, Turian and herself? Would he kill them like he killed Sorian and Noralis? Why?
As strong a person as Laomir is, everyone reaches the breaking point eventually. Laomir no longer could hide the worry that was inside her. For weeks since Legolas arrived she had worried about his emotional state and was trying to help him. Now she worried that he would never recover. Laomir set her head in her hands and allowed the tears to roll.
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Legolas felt despair flow through him. Resim obviously didn't know what to do, as he still hadn't released the hold. He knew he was going back to the palace. Again his own guard with Turian was reduced and his mind was filled with elfling tears and grief. His head now ached and Legolas could not suppress the moan of agony that came out. He was becoming less aware of his surroundings and he closed his eyes. His stomach was now sick and he felt the need to throw up.
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Before Resim could ask any questions he needed to or even open his mouth to ask them, the remainder of the patrol approached and the leader captain asked.
"What happened Resim, who is this?"
Resim looked down at Legolas before answering.
"This is Legolas, son of Sorian brother of King Thranduil." As he was saying this he saw Legolas' eyes close in defeat and his whole posture slumped. Resim began to get worried.
The captain meanwhile looked at Resim, then at Legolas, then finally at Resim again and asked.
"Why do you have him in a choke hold Resim?"
Still looking at Legolas, Resim quietly answered
"Just saying hello."
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The captain rolled his eyes and motioned to the others.
"We will make camp here tonight. Same watches as last night. Resim take care of the prince. The others go and get organized."
Resim releases his hold on Legolas still careful in case he tried to bolt anywhere. He saw that the young elf had passed out under his hold. Gently he picked him up and brought him to the edge of what would be the fire. The healer for the group began to examine him. Resim went and got some covers to cover the elf with.
Before he was finished with this job however a whistle echoed through the group. The captain got up and for the second time that night rolled his eyes muttering "what now. . runaway princes. . .lost food. . . no horses. . . anyone would think we weren't meant to go home." The other elves around him grinned as this was the way of this captain. He was famous for going on his long rants.
The returning signal was given and now four elves entered the clearing. The fire had been lit and the atmosphere was cheery.
A tracker appeared followed by three others from the palace guard. They approached the captain.
"Sir, we are a party from the King under orders to find his nephew Prince Legolas. We are to return him to the palace immediately."
The captain nodded.
"I understand however he is in no condition to return tonight. He will pass the night with this group and we will accompany you to the palace."
The tracker agreed and dispatched one of the guards with a message to the king that his nephew had been found and they would return the next day.
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Resim walked the perimeter of the camp and then made his way back to the fire. Legolas was on his side curled up into a ball. He hadn't eaten and refused to speak to any who tried to get him to open. Resim sat beside him and pulled down the blanket. Two eyes looked into the dirt and Resim handed him a cup but Legolas made no move to take it. Resim quietly said.
"It will help with the pain Legolas."
He didn't hear any reply but he wasn't expecting any. Resim looked at the silent, completely unmoving elf and decided to help him up. Putting his arm around his shoulder he helped the elf up and got him to sip some of the cup.
"The pain was bad this time Legolas. Is Turian well?" Legolas made no sound and Resin left him alone. With a final pat on Legolas' shoulder Resim was about to leave him when he heard a whimper. He turned back and locked eyes with Legolas. Legolas send him a wave of grief, fear, anger and trauma. It took all of Resim's strength not to run but what was holding him there was the knowledge that it was worse for Legolas. He hunkered down in front of the elf. Whispering to him.
"Do you want me to stay?"
Vigorous nodding was his reply so Resim sat and let Legolas lay his head in his lap. Gently he sung the tales of old. When Legolas was asleep he left to the fire to get something for his rumbling stomach.
Returning to the fire he met with the rest of the patrol. One of the elves nodded to Resim as he passed and tossed him a water skin saying.
"Why does that elfling look familiar?" Another elf countered in a jeering tone.
"Oh please Strel he is a prince of Mirkwood. You probably saw him during command training."
Resim interrupted there.
"He isn't in command training. He is just part of the normal warriors."
Another elf spoke then.
"Unusual for Sorian's son not to be leading. He seems too quiet. He probably is very royal on the patrols."
Again Resim launched into defence this time he launched a scathing attack on the elf who spoke.
"No, he does his work the same. I would patrol with him any day. He also has a good sense of humour. . ." Here Resim stopped shook his head and then continued with a grin. ". . . he was the elf who switched Toral's lembas with pipeweed."
As he spoke that laughter erupted throughout the group. Toral was a known elf who had very strong opinions about himself and others. To see him yelping as he tasted pipeweed ended up being one of the most enjoyable moments of Resim's career.
As the laughter ended one of the elves remarked.
"He was very ill the night the Lady Mariene died. I remember his screams of agony."
Resim nodded as he thought back on that night. On the patrol in the southern borders, Legolas had told them the night before he knew he had a baby brother. No one asked him how he knew and he did not say. Legolas was fine throughout the day and nothing seemed to be bothering him. However that night when he was supposed to be on watch one of the guards had found him doubled up in agony. As the night wore on his pain got worse and they had to retreat from the borders lest orcs hear the screams.
Resim recalled with a shudder that night and the next day. No herbs helped him. Over and over he cried out that his mother was dying and he begged them all to go to her. It was then the commander decided to return to the palace. He sent scouts ahead to see if there was an attack on the palace while they got ready to return and defend it. Late that afternoon the pain seemed to ebb for Legolas and he seemed to recover and sleep.
The next morning Resim went to his side. Legolas was still a little feverish and was covered in all the cloaks of the other elves. He sat beside him and let him lay his head in his lap. He heard the quiet sound of Legolas' voice and had to lean in carefully to hear it.
"My mother is dead, Resim."
"No Legolas, you do not know this. She just had a baby. You are still weak after yesterday. . ."
Legolas interrupted him and in a bitter voice said.
"She is!! It was her pain I was feeling. She said goodbye to me. I can't take care of Turian as well, Resim I can't I can't I can't I can't. . ."
Legolas dissolved into sobs and Resim held him close. This was Legolas' secret. He felt the pain of others. Resim shook his head, why make a child who feels the pain of others a warrior?
Back at the fireplace the conversation had moved on from Legolas to archery. Resim looked over at the sleeping form close by the fire and muttered.
"What has happened this time elfling?"
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Read and Review?
Sorry it has taken so long but exams were annoying. For any who want to know the story is pretty much written now, I will be posting a lot sooner than I have been.
To the following people who have been so nice. Badger Lord, Me (not me 'Me' your still cool) Lessien Helyanwe (here you are!), Dragon of the North (get better soon), Daw The Minstrel, findabhair, Linwe Seregon, pris, MadMaddie, Morloth, MoroTheWolfGod, Myfanwy,
Thanks for all the support!
Robin
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Resim was one of Mirkwood's most respected warriors. A strong elf, he was particularly good at the bow. He also would choose to train an elf and if he befriended you it would be a friendship to the end of days.
Right now the party of 15 elves were returning from a patrol in the southern borders. It had been along and arduous day and each elf was looking forward to their own home the next day. Resim was the scout this day and so he spent most of the time ahead of the party. They were but one day from the palace when he heard the noise.
Immediately he crouched down and whistled to the others. The sound was not very regular and it stopped and started at odd intervals. He took out his blade, ready to strike.
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Legolas had left the horse behind the night earlier. While it had made his passage quicker it had begun to rain and his tracks stood out. He was cold and his food was gone, having eaten it in the middle of the night. He didn't know what to do. Looking around he picked a tree and began to climb up it. Legolas was feeling frazzled. His head ached from constantly feeling Turian 's grief, and more importantly trying to block it. Normally he loved being close to his brother and during hard times there is nothing nicer than feeling an elfling's delight at all the strange things in life. But now it just hurt.
He decided to take a break and climbed into a tree. With his arms wrapped around his legs he tried to sort through his emotions and figure out where he was going. He knew he was being tracked. One did not kill two princes of Mirkwood and escape without punishment. He smacked his fist against the trunk of the tree. Why did he tell her all that was going through his mind? In fact it was on a constant loop. Now that he had let his guard down he wasn't concentrating on blocking Turian as well and before he realized what happened, he felt Turian crying and he could feel the tears that were inside his younger brother. With a groan Legolas got up again. He had to keep going. By now the pain in his head had increased.
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Laomir sat outside the wardrobe. They initially had tried to pry open the door of it but the clever minx had jammed it somehow. Laomir, Thranduil and Asfloth had spent most of the morning outside just talking to the little one inside. For the first time Laomir was beginning to have misgivings about taking on these two. Asfloth entered noisily and ran to his Nana's arms. Looking up at her he asked.
"Why are they so sad Nana?"
Laomir looked down at her little elf. The little one was a carbon copy of Thranduil. He had golden hair and beautiful blue eyes. She kissed the little pointed noise before answering.
"They have no Naneth or Ada my pet. It makes them very sad. Turian's older brother Noralis died. So many things happened that it made them really sad."
Asfloth seemed to consider this before looking into his Nana's face again.
"Nana, I'm afraid you and Ada are going to die too. Will you?"
Laomir felt immediately guilty for this. Asfloth was barely 6. He shouldn't be worried about death at his age. Having said that, neither should Turian or Legolas. She hugged her son tighter and whispered to him.
"I have no intention of leaving you anytime time soon, my son. Neither has Ada. But do not worry about what might happen. Know we love you always. Do you believe me Asfloth?"
Looking down at her son. She then felt him wrap his arms around her neck and give her a sloppy kiss.
"Please don't ever go Nana. I don't want to be sad like Legolas and Turian."
Laomir crinkled her brow and held her son. She closed her eyes as she spoke.
"I can't make that promise Asfloth. I wish I could. If it ever happens, I will never really be gone, I will always be beside you." She felt Asfloth nod his head and grip her tighter. However she could not stop the pain in her heart from hearing the muffled sobs from behind the door.
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Still Resim crouched, readying himself for the attack. The movement had stopped for a few minutes and he was about to call for the others when he heard a noise again. There was only one person, but who it was or what he or she was doing he knew not. He decided to take no chances and to ready himself. He would not aim to kill, just subdue. The noise got closer. Breathing deeply and gently Resim looked around before launching himself at the figure.
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Legolas was now getting very tired. He should be more alert but his need for sleep was winning. It took a lot of energy to keep fighting his brother. Yet he could not take away the pain, as was his gift. He was trying to leave Turian and not contact him. If he comforted him Turian would know he would be back. He had to leave.
Though he remark to himself, if he went back there was not going to be much left of himself. He walked past a giant oak when a hard wrapped around his neck. Reacting quickly he swung trying to break the hold and using his other hand and both legs began kicking scratching and punching the figure.
They were thrown heavily to the ground and Legolas continued his fight against the attacker. However he was bigger stronger and obviously had more energy because soon Legolas was in a submissive hold. The attacker was using his legs to choke him and his arms to keep his own hands in a bone breaking lock.
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Resim felt relieved to have the attacker subdued. He had not heard any other noises throughout the forest. Though the elf had been talking and grumbling to himself a little.
With the intruder's arm bent painfully backwards and his head locked in a throat hold between Resim's legs, Resim finally got a good look at the intruder.
"Legolas!!!"
Legolas locked eyes with Resim and with a sad look whispered.
"Let me go Resim, I have to leave."
Resim looked down at the young elf. Barely out of Novice school and two thoughts went through his head. One: What happened? Two: Hadn't he trained him better than this not to be caught?
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Laomir sat in her chambers. The half opened letter given to her by Legolas was sitting still unread in her lap. From the open balcony she heard the sound of the forest normally it soothed her, today it pained her. She was at a loss to do about the two elflings in her care. Turian, such a beautiful elf with a lovely personality. It hurt her to think that he was hurting as well. She was trying everything she could think of to help him but nothing was working. Things were looking desperate with him.
Legolas as she thought of him she sighed. She was beginning to think it was hopeless with that little one. She could not deny that he was loosing himself more and more each day. The running away was a sign that he couldn't take himself much more. She ran fingers through her hair. What does she expect? Deterioration? Or until he erupts into violence or suicide? Did he kill them? Why? Why would he kill his father and his younger brother? She knew he took care of Turian. . .and yet he had left. Was he a danger to Thranduil, Asfloth, Turian and herself? Would he kill them like he killed Sorian and Noralis? Why?
As strong a person as Laomir is, everyone reaches the breaking point eventually. Laomir no longer could hide the worry that was inside her. For weeks since Legolas arrived she had worried about his emotional state and was trying to help him. Now she worried that he would never recover. Laomir set her head in her hands and allowed the tears to roll.
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Legolas felt despair flow through him. Resim obviously didn't know what to do, as he still hadn't released the hold. He knew he was going back to the palace. Again his own guard with Turian was reduced and his mind was filled with elfling tears and grief. His head now ached and Legolas could not suppress the moan of agony that came out. He was becoming less aware of his surroundings and he closed his eyes. His stomach was now sick and he felt the need to throw up.
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Before Resim could ask any questions he needed to or even open his mouth to ask them, the remainder of the patrol approached and the leader captain asked.
"What happened Resim, who is this?"
Resim looked down at Legolas before answering.
"This is Legolas, son of Sorian brother of King Thranduil." As he was saying this he saw Legolas' eyes close in defeat and his whole posture slumped. Resim began to get worried.
The captain meanwhile looked at Resim, then at Legolas, then finally at Resim again and asked.
"Why do you have him in a choke hold Resim?"
Still looking at Legolas, Resim quietly answered
"Just saying hello."
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The captain rolled his eyes and motioned to the others.
"We will make camp here tonight. Same watches as last night. Resim take care of the prince. The others go and get organized."
Resim releases his hold on Legolas still careful in case he tried to bolt anywhere. He saw that the young elf had passed out under his hold. Gently he picked him up and brought him to the edge of what would be the fire. The healer for the group began to examine him. Resim went and got some covers to cover the elf with.
Before he was finished with this job however a whistle echoed through the group. The captain got up and for the second time that night rolled his eyes muttering "what now. . runaway princes. . .lost food. . . no horses. . . anyone would think we weren't meant to go home." The other elves around him grinned as this was the way of this captain. He was famous for going on his long rants.
The returning signal was given and now four elves entered the clearing. The fire had been lit and the atmosphere was cheery.
A tracker appeared followed by three others from the palace guard. They approached the captain.
"Sir, we are a party from the King under orders to find his nephew Prince Legolas. We are to return him to the palace immediately."
The captain nodded.
"I understand however he is in no condition to return tonight. He will pass the night with this group and we will accompany you to the palace."
The tracker agreed and dispatched one of the guards with a message to the king that his nephew had been found and they would return the next day.
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Resim walked the perimeter of the camp and then made his way back to the fire. Legolas was on his side curled up into a ball. He hadn't eaten and refused to speak to any who tried to get him to open. Resim sat beside him and pulled down the blanket. Two eyes looked into the dirt and Resim handed him a cup but Legolas made no move to take it. Resim quietly said.
"It will help with the pain Legolas."
He didn't hear any reply but he wasn't expecting any. Resim looked at the silent, completely unmoving elf and decided to help him up. Putting his arm around his shoulder he helped the elf up and got him to sip some of the cup.
"The pain was bad this time Legolas. Is Turian well?" Legolas made no sound and Resin left him alone. With a final pat on Legolas' shoulder Resim was about to leave him when he heard a whimper. He turned back and locked eyes with Legolas. Legolas send him a wave of grief, fear, anger and trauma. It took all of Resim's strength not to run but what was holding him there was the knowledge that it was worse for Legolas. He hunkered down in front of the elf. Whispering to him.
"Do you want me to stay?"
Vigorous nodding was his reply so Resim sat and let Legolas lay his head in his lap. Gently he sung the tales of old. When Legolas was asleep he left to the fire to get something for his rumbling stomach.
Returning to the fire he met with the rest of the patrol. One of the elves nodded to Resim as he passed and tossed him a water skin saying.
"Why does that elfling look familiar?" Another elf countered in a jeering tone.
"Oh please Strel he is a prince of Mirkwood. You probably saw him during command training."
Resim interrupted there.
"He isn't in command training. He is just part of the normal warriors."
Another elf spoke then.
"Unusual for Sorian's son not to be leading. He seems too quiet. He probably is very royal on the patrols."
Again Resim launched into defence this time he launched a scathing attack on the elf who spoke.
"No, he does his work the same. I would patrol with him any day. He also has a good sense of humour. . ." Here Resim stopped shook his head and then continued with a grin. ". . . he was the elf who switched Toral's lembas with pipeweed."
As he spoke that laughter erupted throughout the group. Toral was a known elf who had very strong opinions about himself and others. To see him yelping as he tasted pipeweed ended up being one of the most enjoyable moments of Resim's career.
As the laughter ended one of the elves remarked.
"He was very ill the night the Lady Mariene died. I remember his screams of agony."
Resim nodded as he thought back on that night. On the patrol in the southern borders, Legolas had told them the night before he knew he had a baby brother. No one asked him how he knew and he did not say. Legolas was fine throughout the day and nothing seemed to be bothering him. However that night when he was supposed to be on watch one of the guards had found him doubled up in agony. As the night wore on his pain got worse and they had to retreat from the borders lest orcs hear the screams.
Resim recalled with a shudder that night and the next day. No herbs helped him. Over and over he cried out that his mother was dying and he begged them all to go to her. It was then the commander decided to return to the palace. He sent scouts ahead to see if there was an attack on the palace while they got ready to return and defend it. Late that afternoon the pain seemed to ebb for Legolas and he seemed to recover and sleep.
The next morning Resim went to his side. Legolas was still a little feverish and was covered in all the cloaks of the other elves. He sat beside him and let him lay his head in his lap. He heard the quiet sound of Legolas' voice and had to lean in carefully to hear it.
"My mother is dead, Resim."
"No Legolas, you do not know this. She just had a baby. You are still weak after yesterday. . ."
Legolas interrupted him and in a bitter voice said.
"She is!! It was her pain I was feeling. She said goodbye to me. I can't take care of Turian as well, Resim I can't I can't I can't I can't. . ."
Legolas dissolved into sobs and Resim held him close. This was Legolas' secret. He felt the pain of others. Resim shook his head, why make a child who feels the pain of others a warrior?
Back at the fireplace the conversation had moved on from Legolas to archery. Resim looked over at the sleeping form close by the fire and muttered.
"What has happened this time elfling?"
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