Brothers In Arms Chapter 9
Author: Robin9
Disclaimer: I am not making any money from this at all, I do not intend to infringe on any rights.
Author's Note:
Hi? (Ducks as rotten vegetables are thrown repeatedly at her head) I'm sorry!! (Ducks again as a flying cabbage narrowly misses her head.) I have a new chapter up! (Looks up and is happy to see no vegetables.) It's a little short though. (She is knocked out cold by a volley of rotting food).
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They sat eating lunch by a small pond or lake really. Thranduil knew he would have to bring Legolas into the house and get him to help with Turian but for now he wanted to spend a moment with the young elf where there was no expectations only relaxation. They ate a little food, not enough in Thranduil's opinion but enough to reassure him over the health of his nephew.
Looking over he watched his nephew relax and Thranduil turned away and felt himself being drawn away to nature. He lost himself in the sound of the trees and the animals.
Legolas had felt himself drawn a little into the power of nature as he sat after lunch. Looking at his uncle he saw him relax and a small smile appear in his mouth. Legolas decided to try again He drew in several deep breaths and let go a little of the pain around his heart.
He closed his eyes and expected to hear the murmur of trees. He tried to remember what it was like to feel nature but it was difficult. Inside, in his heart he was tired. He tried again to hear the trees but instead a sharp voice echoed through his mind. When he opened his eyes, he was at his home.
"Legolas you have to go to Lorien!"
It felt like he was watching himself. It was in his fathers study . . . but this happened months ago, it was an on going argument. He saw himself answer back with all the anger.
"Ada I am NOT going to Lorien, I can control it. It doesn't even affect me anymore."
His father stood up at that and faced his son.
"Do not think you fool me. Turian, Noralis and I, we are destroying you. Your personality is being split. Can you not see this? It is still too dangerous to put you back to the patrols. Go to Lorien, follow in your mother's footsteps. Get the help you need with us."
His son turned away and through gritted teeth spat out.
"I am NOT a healer. I do not need some witch in Lorien treating me!! I am not my mother, I am a warrior. Let me go back to the patrols. That is my life. I never wanted this. Why me? I can't take this!!!"
Sorian looked sadly as his son stormed out the door and ran away. To the Legolas watching he saw his father's shoulders sag and he sat heavily back on his chair. The weight of Middle Earth rested there. Legolas reached out with a hand to reassure him and to say sorry. Then he saw a face peer through the door. Gasping he saw his brother enter.
"Ada?"
"Do not fear Noralis, I am well. I know he does not mean it." Noralis crept towards his father and placed his hand on his knee.
"Ada, do not worry, he has lost himself in all of us. It hurts him that he cannot go back to the patrols. He misses his friends. He is sad for what he had and angry at what he has been given." Sorian looked at his son and nodded at his wise words. He placed his hand on his son's and whispered.
"I know this. But he cannot go back to the patrols until he can see between the different feelings. Lorien can help him, I feel it in my bones."
Noralis swallowed hard and looked at his father. "Ada?" he whispered "Why did Naneth give this to Legolas and not me?"
Sorian looked away into the fire.
"She always felt Legolas would make a great healer. She had indecision over whom to give it to? In the end her heart told her another child would come who it was destined for."
Noralis nodded and then looked up to his father's face. "I was not that child?"
Sorian leaned down and put his arms around his son. Though nearly an adult every elfling needed hugs from Ada's and Sorian was never one to deny them.
"Nay my child. She saw in you a strong compassionate heart and a gentle soul. You already have the feelings without the outward need of the dobhracht's power. Never think that you are not special little one. I love you more than you know."
To Legolas who was trying to watch, this moment was painful and he did not even try and stop the tears that were flowing.
It was at that moment when he turned around he saw not the study but the hallway . . .He whimpered, not the hallway he couldn't take this again.
It was night, the lanterns had been lit, the light glinted off the blade. He knew his Ada was lying above in the landing, he could no longer feel the warmth that came from him, he was gone. Beneath him his brother lay crying . . . begging . . .. pleading. . .The knife looked beautiful as it glinted in the darkness, a warm colour reflected off it. Holding the knife with shaking hands he drew it above his head, taking calming breaths and concentrating hard, he felt his brother relax and the knife plunged downwards . . .
A touch on his arm and Legolas jumped with a yelp. He stared wide-eyed at his uncle as he lay whimpering on the ground. When did he lie down? Thranduil put his arms around him. Legolas took deep breaths, he couldn't breathe. He was trying to get himself and his emotions in check when agony flared in his heart and he suddenly groaned and pulled his legs to his chest.
Thranduil watched as his nephew's back arched and he gasped out in what seemed like agony. It took him a moment to act. He leaned down and tried calling to Legolas.
Legolas heard Thranduil calling him. Asking what was wrong. He felt his uncle put his arm under his knees and around his back. He wanted to call out, but nothing came.
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Author: Robin9
Disclaimer: I am not making any money from this at all, I do not intend to infringe on any rights.
Author's Note:
Hi? (Ducks as rotten vegetables are thrown repeatedly at her head) I'm sorry!! (Ducks again as a flying cabbage narrowly misses her head.) I have a new chapter up! (Looks up and is happy to see no vegetables.) It's a little short though. (She is knocked out cold by a volley of rotting food).
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They sat eating lunch by a small pond or lake really. Thranduil knew he would have to bring Legolas into the house and get him to help with Turian but for now he wanted to spend a moment with the young elf where there was no expectations only relaxation. They ate a little food, not enough in Thranduil's opinion but enough to reassure him over the health of his nephew.
Looking over he watched his nephew relax and Thranduil turned away and felt himself being drawn away to nature. He lost himself in the sound of the trees and the animals.
Legolas had felt himself drawn a little into the power of nature as he sat after lunch. Looking at his uncle he saw him relax and a small smile appear in his mouth. Legolas decided to try again He drew in several deep breaths and let go a little of the pain around his heart.
He closed his eyes and expected to hear the murmur of trees. He tried to remember what it was like to feel nature but it was difficult. Inside, in his heart he was tired. He tried again to hear the trees but instead a sharp voice echoed through his mind. When he opened his eyes, he was at his home.
"Legolas you have to go to Lorien!"
It felt like he was watching himself. It was in his fathers study . . . but this happened months ago, it was an on going argument. He saw himself answer back with all the anger.
"Ada I am NOT going to Lorien, I can control it. It doesn't even affect me anymore."
His father stood up at that and faced his son.
"Do not think you fool me. Turian, Noralis and I, we are destroying you. Your personality is being split. Can you not see this? It is still too dangerous to put you back to the patrols. Go to Lorien, follow in your mother's footsteps. Get the help you need with us."
His son turned away and through gritted teeth spat out.
"I am NOT a healer. I do not need some witch in Lorien treating me!! I am not my mother, I am a warrior. Let me go back to the patrols. That is my life. I never wanted this. Why me? I can't take this!!!"
Sorian looked sadly as his son stormed out the door and ran away. To the Legolas watching he saw his father's shoulders sag and he sat heavily back on his chair. The weight of Middle Earth rested there. Legolas reached out with a hand to reassure him and to say sorry. Then he saw a face peer through the door. Gasping he saw his brother enter.
"Ada?"
"Do not fear Noralis, I am well. I know he does not mean it." Noralis crept towards his father and placed his hand on his knee.
"Ada, do not worry, he has lost himself in all of us. It hurts him that he cannot go back to the patrols. He misses his friends. He is sad for what he had and angry at what he has been given." Sorian looked at his son and nodded at his wise words. He placed his hand on his son's and whispered.
"I know this. But he cannot go back to the patrols until he can see between the different feelings. Lorien can help him, I feel it in my bones."
Noralis swallowed hard and looked at his father. "Ada?" he whispered "Why did Naneth give this to Legolas and not me?"
Sorian looked away into the fire.
"She always felt Legolas would make a great healer. She had indecision over whom to give it to? In the end her heart told her another child would come who it was destined for."
Noralis nodded and then looked up to his father's face. "I was not that child?"
Sorian leaned down and put his arms around his son. Though nearly an adult every elfling needed hugs from Ada's and Sorian was never one to deny them.
"Nay my child. She saw in you a strong compassionate heart and a gentle soul. You already have the feelings without the outward need of the dobhracht's power. Never think that you are not special little one. I love you more than you know."
To Legolas who was trying to watch, this moment was painful and he did not even try and stop the tears that were flowing.
It was at that moment when he turned around he saw not the study but the hallway . . .He whimpered, not the hallway he couldn't take this again.
It was night, the lanterns had been lit, the light glinted off the blade. He knew his Ada was lying above in the landing, he could no longer feel the warmth that came from him, he was gone. Beneath him his brother lay crying . . . begging . . .. pleading. . .The knife looked beautiful as it glinted in the darkness, a warm colour reflected off it. Holding the knife with shaking hands he drew it above his head, taking calming breaths and concentrating hard, he felt his brother relax and the knife plunged downwards . . .
A touch on his arm and Legolas jumped with a yelp. He stared wide-eyed at his uncle as he lay whimpering on the ground. When did he lie down? Thranduil put his arms around him. Legolas took deep breaths, he couldn't breathe. He was trying to get himself and his emotions in check when agony flared in his heart and he suddenly groaned and pulled his legs to his chest.
Thranduil watched as his nephew's back arched and he gasped out in what seemed like agony. It took him a moment to act. He leaned down and tried calling to Legolas.
Legolas heard Thranduil calling him. Asking what was wrong. He felt his uncle put his arm under his knees and around his back. He wanted to call out, but nothing came.
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