Brothers In Arms Chapter 8
Author: Robin9
Disclaimer: We are not making any money from this at all, we do not intend to infringe on any rights.
Author's Note:
Hi Everyone!
Okay, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry x100 for being so late in updating. A couple of things happened and I had to go away for a while so I couldn't update. But at last here is Chapter 8.
To all of you who reviewed thanks a lot, it has been great support. To those who offered cookies.they are tasty.
Enjoy the chapter!
Robin
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Thranduil half sat half lay in his chair in his private chambers. This was a room, which only three living people in middle earth knew about: his wife, his bodyguard and his assistant. Looking about the room there was good reason for this as it was quite simply a mess. Hanging from the walls were a selection of bows ranging from those of young children to adults. Across the desk were papers and above the fireplace was a broken arrow. The first arrow he had ever fired.
Thranduil himself was twirling a quill in his fingertips as he thought about the present situation. He looked again at the letter still unopened before him on his desk. A Dobhracht? That is a gift is it not? Healers have longed for that? Celebrations were made for weeks when one was found like Mariene (Legolas' and Turian's mother) when she first realised. Thranduil shifted a little in his seat. Her death had been tragic and had been part of the reason his brother had moved permanently out of the palace and to his own home. Legolas never did return to the patrols after. . .Did Sorian stop him.
Swinging his chair around he gazed out the window over the woods. Laomir had said he killed them. Yet for the last hours he had spent debating this, his heart would not let him even consider that possibility. The quill now abandoned he picked up an arrow and began to twirl it again in his fingers. Guilt ran through his heart. He should not have forced his grief onto Legolas. No wonder he screamed and hit out. Thranduil stretched himself out in the chair and put his feet onto the desk. If he did not kill them, then who did? The western area where his brother lived was not as dangerous as the south. Still it was not full protected by the patrols of Mirkwood and Sorian had refused to have any protection saying that he was perfectly gifted with a sword and that Legolas was the same.
Swinging himself back to the desk he spied the letter again. He had not opened it and at the moment he did not seem to have any intention of opening it or even looking at it. Leaning forwards he picked up a thick leather bound book and began to write. This always was his retreat, to sit and to write. His journal had been a gift from Sorian one hundred years after he had gifted him with the same. Sorian said he had waited so long so that by then he might have a family and something to write in it. Looking down at his book Thranduil smiled. Sorian had given it to him just after he had met Laomir. He had been correct, most of the book was about her, their hopes and dreams and now the life of their child. Or should that now be children? Laomir he knew still held a vigil outside Turian's door. He could sit there no more. He had needed a little time to himself.
He sat up and walked to a cabinet by the wall and grabbed a glass of water. As he looked around he wondered if Sorian had put any more paintings into his private office in his home. At that moment it was like lightening going through his brain. With a growl he called to himself.
"How can I have been so stupid!?"
Almost running through the hidden door in the bookcase and entered his official chambers. Calling out to Berol his assistant and best friend, he sat down in his chair.
The door opened and an elf walked purposely through the door and then stood before Thranduil.
"My King, you yelled?"
Thranduil glared at the elf before saying.
"Very funny Berol, another word and I will cut your tongue out with my letter opener."
Berol ever the quick tongue replied.
"Better that than your paper weight."
With a wave of his hand the joking stopped and Thranduil got down to business.
"Berol, tomorrow I need to go to my brother's home. A personal matter but of the utmost importance. It must also be kept secret. Can you organize it with Captain Florat?"
Berol looked in surprise at his king.
"Of course my lord. I will also tell Deral. Do you have any special need in going to the house that they need to be aware of?"
Thranduil turned to look out the window over the gardens. He could tell his friend now, after all he knew about his own space. But he decided not to. This was a secret between his brother and himself. He shook his head and turned to face his friend.
"No, I just have to go there." He paused for a moment as he watched his close friend and assistant nod his head slowly. Turning back to the window he spoke. "When they return with Legolas, bring him here to me alone...also can you make sure there is lunch available in my gardens as soon as he arrives. That will be all, thank you Berol."
Berol bowed again before leaving the chamber to organize everything.
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Resim walked beside his charge as they entered through the gates of the palace. He watched as Legolas' shoulders tightened up and he seemed to get even more nervous.
The Captain met with a messenger and then called the warriors around.
"We will go and get changed and rest as usual. Go to the barracks now. Legolas, follow me."
Resim watched as Legolas literally jumped in surprise when the captain had said that. He made a move to follow him, but the captain put up a cautionary hand.
"He needs to do this alone. But he knows where you are after."
Resim nodded his head and watched as they entered the palace.
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Following behind, Legolas wondered if this was the last day he would spend outside. Surely he would now be punished for his crimes. He stopped at the door and mentally said goodbye to the sun and light. At least they had not put him into shackles as soon as he had returned. Outside a large oak door, the captain stopped beside another elf. They spoke for a second and the strange elf said.
"You may enter now, Prince Legolas."
He looked up in surprise at the elf; he had not been called that in a long time. He opened the door and entered the chamber. Once inside he saw his uncle writing something at the writing desk over to the left hand side of the room. His uncle stood up and grabbed his cloak before saying.
"Walk with me."
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Thranduil opened a door in a bookcase Legolas would never have thought existed and motioned to Legolas to follow him. Down two flights of stairs, through two doors and a long corridor before finally outside to the open air. Taking a deep breath Legolas looked about in happiness at the world. He had not been locked up.yet.
Following his uncle they went along more pathways before finally going through a door half hidden by some vines. Once inside Legolas stared in wonder at the garden. It was more like a wood but the smell from the flowers and the sense of peace did wonders for the place. He followed Thranduil until they were both seated beside a small pond. Here they were silent for a few minutes until Thranduil began to speak.
"I am very glad to see you back Legolas. I .know what you said to Laomir. I do not know really how to answer that." Here Thranduil took a deep breath and he bowed his head. "I love.loved my brother Legolas in a way that I know only the oldest can understand. However he is gone and all that I have left of him is you and Turian. I was so angry when Laomir told me that I was nearly ready to have you shackled on the spot." Here Thranduil stopped and looked into the eyes that were observing him. "Yet something in me screams every time I think it may have been you. It screams your innocent and not to believe it. I am of the habit of listening to myself so that is the reason you are not actually in shackles." Thranduil ended this little speech with a small smile.
"I know nothing about you, or what happened to you or even if Elrond told the truth in the gift you have. Maybe in this letter you would have told me some of those secrets." Here he took out the letter from his cloak and stared at Legolas.
Legolas knew some form of reply was needed so he nodded his head a little. Thranduil seemed to be grateful at that and handed the letter to him.
"I do not wish to know in a letter you have left when you leave. I would prefer to know from your own mouth." Very gently he picked up Legolas' hand and pressed the letter into his palm. Legolas looked into the eyes of his uncle and as gently as he could he felt for any lies or deceit. He felt none. He nodded his head at the gift.
Thranduil however had not finished yet.
"I am not a healer, I do not help those with emotions. I am a warrior and a king, but let me help you in this way. You are my nephew and my blood. No harm shall come to you in this home. If by my blood or my life I can help or protect you I will. Any enemy of yours is an enemy of mine and any friend of yours will be welcomed into my home. You know my chambers and this is my garden. The door to both will always be open. These gardens are big enough that four people could be in here and never know it. Please use them as your own."
Legolas stared in surprise at the vow that came from his uncle's lips. It was a vow that was made by a warrior when they joined a patrol, however Legolas had never heard it said as honestly or with as much feeling as he did then. He knew he would not find any lies or deceit from Thranduil and he didn't. Lowering his head he took a shaky breath before looking at Thranduil and answering.
"Thank You."
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Review?
Author: Robin9
Disclaimer: We are not making any money from this at all, we do not intend to infringe on any rights.
Author's Note:
Hi Everyone!
Okay, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry x100 for being so late in updating. A couple of things happened and I had to go away for a while so I couldn't update. But at last here is Chapter 8.
To all of you who reviewed thanks a lot, it has been great support. To those who offered cookies.they are tasty.
Enjoy the chapter!
Robin
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Thranduil half sat half lay in his chair in his private chambers. This was a room, which only three living people in middle earth knew about: his wife, his bodyguard and his assistant. Looking about the room there was good reason for this as it was quite simply a mess. Hanging from the walls were a selection of bows ranging from those of young children to adults. Across the desk were papers and above the fireplace was a broken arrow. The first arrow he had ever fired.
Thranduil himself was twirling a quill in his fingertips as he thought about the present situation. He looked again at the letter still unopened before him on his desk. A Dobhracht? That is a gift is it not? Healers have longed for that? Celebrations were made for weeks when one was found like Mariene (Legolas' and Turian's mother) when she first realised. Thranduil shifted a little in his seat. Her death had been tragic and had been part of the reason his brother had moved permanently out of the palace and to his own home. Legolas never did return to the patrols after. . .Did Sorian stop him.
Swinging his chair around he gazed out the window over the woods. Laomir had said he killed them. Yet for the last hours he had spent debating this, his heart would not let him even consider that possibility. The quill now abandoned he picked up an arrow and began to twirl it again in his fingers. Guilt ran through his heart. He should not have forced his grief onto Legolas. No wonder he screamed and hit out. Thranduil stretched himself out in the chair and put his feet onto the desk. If he did not kill them, then who did? The western area where his brother lived was not as dangerous as the south. Still it was not full protected by the patrols of Mirkwood and Sorian had refused to have any protection saying that he was perfectly gifted with a sword and that Legolas was the same.
Swinging himself back to the desk he spied the letter again. He had not opened it and at the moment he did not seem to have any intention of opening it or even looking at it. Leaning forwards he picked up a thick leather bound book and began to write. This always was his retreat, to sit and to write. His journal had been a gift from Sorian one hundred years after he had gifted him with the same. Sorian said he had waited so long so that by then he might have a family and something to write in it. Looking down at his book Thranduil smiled. Sorian had given it to him just after he had met Laomir. He had been correct, most of the book was about her, their hopes and dreams and now the life of their child. Or should that now be children? Laomir he knew still held a vigil outside Turian's door. He could sit there no more. He had needed a little time to himself.
He sat up and walked to a cabinet by the wall and grabbed a glass of water. As he looked around he wondered if Sorian had put any more paintings into his private office in his home. At that moment it was like lightening going through his brain. With a growl he called to himself.
"How can I have been so stupid!?"
Almost running through the hidden door in the bookcase and entered his official chambers. Calling out to Berol his assistant and best friend, he sat down in his chair.
The door opened and an elf walked purposely through the door and then stood before Thranduil.
"My King, you yelled?"
Thranduil glared at the elf before saying.
"Very funny Berol, another word and I will cut your tongue out with my letter opener."
Berol ever the quick tongue replied.
"Better that than your paper weight."
With a wave of his hand the joking stopped and Thranduil got down to business.
"Berol, tomorrow I need to go to my brother's home. A personal matter but of the utmost importance. It must also be kept secret. Can you organize it with Captain Florat?"
Berol looked in surprise at his king.
"Of course my lord. I will also tell Deral. Do you have any special need in going to the house that they need to be aware of?"
Thranduil turned to look out the window over the gardens. He could tell his friend now, after all he knew about his own space. But he decided not to. This was a secret between his brother and himself. He shook his head and turned to face his friend.
"No, I just have to go there." He paused for a moment as he watched his close friend and assistant nod his head slowly. Turning back to the window he spoke. "When they return with Legolas, bring him here to me alone...also can you make sure there is lunch available in my gardens as soon as he arrives. That will be all, thank you Berol."
Berol bowed again before leaving the chamber to organize everything.
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Resim walked beside his charge as they entered through the gates of the palace. He watched as Legolas' shoulders tightened up and he seemed to get even more nervous.
The Captain met with a messenger and then called the warriors around.
"We will go and get changed and rest as usual. Go to the barracks now. Legolas, follow me."
Resim watched as Legolas literally jumped in surprise when the captain had said that. He made a move to follow him, but the captain put up a cautionary hand.
"He needs to do this alone. But he knows where you are after."
Resim nodded his head and watched as they entered the palace.
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Following behind, Legolas wondered if this was the last day he would spend outside. Surely he would now be punished for his crimes. He stopped at the door and mentally said goodbye to the sun and light. At least they had not put him into shackles as soon as he had returned. Outside a large oak door, the captain stopped beside another elf. They spoke for a second and the strange elf said.
"You may enter now, Prince Legolas."
He looked up in surprise at the elf; he had not been called that in a long time. He opened the door and entered the chamber. Once inside he saw his uncle writing something at the writing desk over to the left hand side of the room. His uncle stood up and grabbed his cloak before saying.
"Walk with me."
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Thranduil opened a door in a bookcase Legolas would never have thought existed and motioned to Legolas to follow him. Down two flights of stairs, through two doors and a long corridor before finally outside to the open air. Taking a deep breath Legolas looked about in happiness at the world. He had not been locked up.yet.
Following his uncle they went along more pathways before finally going through a door half hidden by some vines. Once inside Legolas stared in wonder at the garden. It was more like a wood but the smell from the flowers and the sense of peace did wonders for the place. He followed Thranduil until they were both seated beside a small pond. Here they were silent for a few minutes until Thranduil began to speak.
"I am very glad to see you back Legolas. I .know what you said to Laomir. I do not know really how to answer that." Here Thranduil took a deep breath and he bowed his head. "I love.loved my brother Legolas in a way that I know only the oldest can understand. However he is gone and all that I have left of him is you and Turian. I was so angry when Laomir told me that I was nearly ready to have you shackled on the spot." Here Thranduil stopped and looked into the eyes that were observing him. "Yet something in me screams every time I think it may have been you. It screams your innocent and not to believe it. I am of the habit of listening to myself so that is the reason you are not actually in shackles." Thranduil ended this little speech with a small smile.
"I know nothing about you, or what happened to you or even if Elrond told the truth in the gift you have. Maybe in this letter you would have told me some of those secrets." Here he took out the letter from his cloak and stared at Legolas.
Legolas knew some form of reply was needed so he nodded his head a little. Thranduil seemed to be grateful at that and handed the letter to him.
"I do not wish to know in a letter you have left when you leave. I would prefer to know from your own mouth." Very gently he picked up Legolas' hand and pressed the letter into his palm. Legolas looked into the eyes of his uncle and as gently as he could he felt for any lies or deceit. He felt none. He nodded his head at the gift.
Thranduil however had not finished yet.
"I am not a healer, I do not help those with emotions. I am a warrior and a king, but let me help you in this way. You are my nephew and my blood. No harm shall come to you in this home. If by my blood or my life I can help or protect you I will. Any enemy of yours is an enemy of mine and any friend of yours will be welcomed into my home. You know my chambers and this is my garden. The door to both will always be open. These gardens are big enough that four people could be in here and never know it. Please use them as your own."
Legolas stared in surprise at the vow that came from his uncle's lips. It was a vow that was made by a warrior when they joined a patrol, however Legolas had never heard it said as honestly or with as much feeling as he did then. He knew he would not find any lies or deceit from Thranduil and he didn't. Lowering his head he took a shaky breath before looking at Thranduil and answering.
"Thank You."
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