Brothers In Arms Chapter 10
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 Everyone!
To all of you who reviewed thanks a lot, it has been great support.
A lot of stuff has been going on lately and I lost a very good friend of mine recently.
Enjoy the chapter!
Robin
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Thranduil carried Legolas as he made his way quickly out of the garden. His heart was racing and he fought to control his breathing. He had no idea why Legolas suddenly got pain but he knew what Legolas had been thinking about. Whether by accident or on purpose he had seen the memories. He was trying to figure out what they meant when Legolas began to move within his arms.
"Hush Legolas. We are going to the healers."
"No..........please let me go." Thranduil didn't listen so Legolas kicked his legs and fought until he let him to the ground. He took a few shaky breaths before turning to Thranduil.
"I must get to Turian."
He began to walk away but was held back by Thranduil.
"What about you? Up until a moment ago you were in pain. Let me take you to the healers. . ." he was cut off as Legolas spoke again.
"No. I am well."
Thranduil was about to order him to leave with him but seeing the determined look in his eye and the squared off shoulder he decided to admit defeat. If he tried to force him, Thranduil knew Legolas would fight harder against him.
They returned to the palace.
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Legolas entered the room his brother had hidden in. Laomir had told him Turian had hidden in the wardrobe and they could not get him out. Legolas noticed she did not even look him in the eye as she said all this to him. He did not even try and figure out what Laomir was feeling. After the incident outside Legolas was fighting to keep himself relaxed and not overcome by all the pain now racing through him.
He entered the room silently. He looked at the wardrobe and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath a slight grin appeared then on his face. He walked to the bed beside the wardrobe and sat heavily down on it.
"Game up, Tur. Sunrise is back." With that he began to jump up and down on the bed. He heard a muffled yelp and then a blonde head appeared from underneath it and looked up at him.
Legolas met the gaze of his brother. Turian looked sorrowfully and accusingly at him. Legolas felt really guilty for leaving. While his reasons seemed the best at the time, with the harsh reality of days and time afterwards he was not so sure.
"I'm sorry." Legolas whispered.
For Turian that was enough and he launched at his older brother and wrapping two little arms around his neck he hugged him tight.
They held each other brother-to-brother like they had so many times before. Each drew comfort from the other and Legolas was surprised at how much he had missed his little brother. After a time Turian drew back and he looked up at Legolas, his eyes asking the question Legolas knew the answer to.
"I will not leave you like that again. I will be here."
Turian wrapped his arms back around his brother. Legolas leaned a little back on the bed so they were both relaxing. After a time Legolas asked a question.
"How did you get out of the wardrobe without anyone looking?"
Turian looked up at his brother, and he saw a slightly nervous look.
"I was never in it. I tried to but I broke the lock and a shelf. I hid under the bed."
Legolas looked down in surprise at his brother.
"They told me that you hid in there all the time I was gone. Did they ever look under the bed?"
Turian shook his head.
"As'oth heard the shelf fall and he could not open the door. He told his Nana. She never looked anywhere else for me."
Legolas laughed a little at this new information. They were silent for a few moments and in that time Legolas began to pull some cobwebs from his brother's hair and clothes. Turian again looked up.
"Legos, do you think La'ir and Thran'ul will play hide and seek?"
"I do not see why not. Why?"
Turian shrugged.
"I think I am good at that game."
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Laomir and Thranduil stood facing each other for a few moments after Legolas went through the door. Thranduil told Asfloth to go to the kitchens and see if a lunch could be sent to the family chambers. Thranduil watched as his son ran purposefully away, determination in every step to carry the important message.
He looked at his wife and they began to walk towards their chambers.
"I am going to Sorian's home tomorrow."
Laomir stopped and stared at him.
"Tomorrow? With Legolas back not even a day. Who will take care of him Thranduil? What are we to do with him? No, I forbid it, I need you here."
The volume of her voice had begun to rise as she went through the sentence. Now that they were at their chambers Thranduil turned to her.
"Yes I must go. Tomorrow is the best time. He is exhausted and he must rest. Too much has happened in the last few days and I am determined that the next couple of days will be complete rest for him."
Laomir stalked on the rug in front of the fire.
"Have you no thought for the safety of your wife and child. He is a killer Thranduil."
"What in Elbereth's name are you talking about? We do not know what happened. I am going tomorrow to try and find out. Safety? Laomir you are in a palace surrounded by guards. Your personal bodyguard is never more than a few meters away. Besides he will not do anything."
Laomir turned and said coldly.
"You can not be certain of that Thranduil."
Thranduil stood facing her. He placed his hand gently on her arm.
"I feel it as certain as the sun will rise tomorrow. He did not kill them freely. I can feel it."
Laomir shook his hand away.
"There is another explanation for what happened Thranduil. You are too blind to see it. Sorian was not a good father to Legolas. Legolas may have killed him to get away from him. Look at the elf he had bruises on his back. Where did he get those from?"
Thranduil faced her eyes blazing.
"My brother would never hurt his children he loved. . ."
"Yes, he loved them" she spat out sarcastically. "He sent his son to be a warrior, never telling anyone he was a Dobracht. What sort of parent would do that Thranduil?"
"We do not know what happened."
"Yes, how will we find out a traumatized elf who wont talk? An elfling who hides in wardrobes? Be realistic Thranduil we will never find out."
Thranduil by now was doing the stalking around the room.
"What do you want Laomir. Do you want me to send them away? To Lorien? Rivendell? Why not put them both in a boat to the grey havens will that solve the problem?"
Laomir almost shouted back.
"What else are we to do? We can't help Legolas we are not trained for him. Turian maybe, but. . ."
Thranduil reared and turned back on her.
"You want to split two brothers. Send one to one home and other to a different place. Have you lost your mind? No we do not have the training for the Dobracht but one will soon be here who does. They stay Laomir. I will not split them"
"One who does? Where did you find this elf? Is it Elrond? Yes he made a great impression. . ."
"The only problem with Elrond was your silly argument, same as right now. Stop thinking of yourself for once. Think of them. They have nothing. They have no one. Who can they trust? Before two months ago their relationship with us was minimal at the least. We met at official functions and even then they were too young to really be aquatinted with us. Now they live with us. Where is their home, their belongings? We took them from a house. They only thing they have from their old house is Mansloth. So yes I do think they need to stay together. Yes an elf is coming. Elrond wrote to Lorien and I received a message this morning. Edain of Lorien is on the way. He will be here within days. He is one of the Dobracht. And he is willing to help Legolas."
Thranduil paused a moment before finishing.
"Now if you will excuse me, I still have to prepare for tomorrow."
He stormed out the door.
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In the room down the corridor two brothers lay side-by-side one head resting on the other's shoulder. For the first time in a long time their rest was trouble free. No dreams haunted either.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Review?
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 Everyone!
To all of you who reviewed thanks a lot, it has been great support.
A lot of stuff has been going on lately and I lost a very good friend of mine recently.
Enjoy the chapter!
Robin
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Thranduil carried Legolas as he made his way quickly out of the garden. His heart was racing and he fought to control his breathing. He had no idea why Legolas suddenly got pain but he knew what Legolas had been thinking about. Whether by accident or on purpose he had seen the memories. He was trying to figure out what they meant when Legolas began to move within his arms.
"Hush Legolas. We are going to the healers."
"No..........please let me go." Thranduil didn't listen so Legolas kicked his legs and fought until he let him to the ground. He took a few shaky breaths before turning to Thranduil.
"I must get to Turian."
He began to walk away but was held back by Thranduil.
"What about you? Up until a moment ago you were in pain. Let me take you to the healers. . ." he was cut off as Legolas spoke again.
"No. I am well."
Thranduil was about to order him to leave with him but seeing the determined look in his eye and the squared off shoulder he decided to admit defeat. If he tried to force him, Thranduil knew Legolas would fight harder against him.
They returned to the palace.
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Legolas entered the room his brother had hidden in. Laomir had told him Turian had hidden in the wardrobe and they could not get him out. Legolas noticed she did not even look him in the eye as she said all this to him. He did not even try and figure out what Laomir was feeling. After the incident outside Legolas was fighting to keep himself relaxed and not overcome by all the pain now racing through him.
He entered the room silently. He looked at the wardrobe and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath a slight grin appeared then on his face. He walked to the bed beside the wardrobe and sat heavily down on it.
"Game up, Tur. Sunrise is back." With that he began to jump up and down on the bed. He heard a muffled yelp and then a blonde head appeared from underneath it and looked up at him.
Legolas met the gaze of his brother. Turian looked sorrowfully and accusingly at him. Legolas felt really guilty for leaving. While his reasons seemed the best at the time, with the harsh reality of days and time afterwards he was not so sure.
"I'm sorry." Legolas whispered.
For Turian that was enough and he launched at his older brother and wrapping two little arms around his neck he hugged him tight.
They held each other brother-to-brother like they had so many times before. Each drew comfort from the other and Legolas was surprised at how much he had missed his little brother. After a time Turian drew back and he looked up at Legolas, his eyes asking the question Legolas knew the answer to.
"I will not leave you like that again. I will be here."
Turian wrapped his arms back around his brother. Legolas leaned a little back on the bed so they were both relaxing. After a time Legolas asked a question.
"How did you get out of the wardrobe without anyone looking?"
Turian looked up at his brother, and he saw a slightly nervous look.
"I was never in it. I tried to but I broke the lock and a shelf. I hid under the bed."
Legolas looked down in surprise at his brother.
"They told me that you hid in there all the time I was gone. Did they ever look under the bed?"
Turian shook his head.
"As'oth heard the shelf fall and he could not open the door. He told his Nana. She never looked anywhere else for me."
Legolas laughed a little at this new information. They were silent for a few moments and in that time Legolas began to pull some cobwebs from his brother's hair and clothes. Turian again looked up.
"Legos, do you think La'ir and Thran'ul will play hide and seek?"
"I do not see why not. Why?"
Turian shrugged.
"I think I am good at that game."
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Laomir and Thranduil stood facing each other for a few moments after Legolas went through the door. Thranduil told Asfloth to go to the kitchens and see if a lunch could be sent to the family chambers. Thranduil watched as his son ran purposefully away, determination in every step to carry the important message.
He looked at his wife and they began to walk towards their chambers.
"I am going to Sorian's home tomorrow."
Laomir stopped and stared at him.
"Tomorrow? With Legolas back not even a day. Who will take care of him Thranduil? What are we to do with him? No, I forbid it, I need you here."
The volume of her voice had begun to rise as she went through the sentence. Now that they were at their chambers Thranduil turned to her.
"Yes I must go. Tomorrow is the best time. He is exhausted and he must rest. Too much has happened in the last few days and I am determined that the next couple of days will be complete rest for him."
Laomir stalked on the rug in front of the fire.
"Have you no thought for the safety of your wife and child. He is a killer Thranduil."
"What in Elbereth's name are you talking about? We do not know what happened. I am going tomorrow to try and find out. Safety? Laomir you are in a palace surrounded by guards. Your personal bodyguard is never more than a few meters away. Besides he will not do anything."
Laomir turned and said coldly.
"You can not be certain of that Thranduil."
Thranduil stood facing her. He placed his hand gently on her arm.
"I feel it as certain as the sun will rise tomorrow. He did not kill them freely. I can feel it."
Laomir shook his hand away.
"There is another explanation for what happened Thranduil. You are too blind to see it. Sorian was not a good father to Legolas. Legolas may have killed him to get away from him. Look at the elf he had bruises on his back. Where did he get those from?"
Thranduil faced her eyes blazing.
"My brother would never hurt his children he loved. . ."
"Yes, he loved them" she spat out sarcastically. "He sent his son to be a warrior, never telling anyone he was a Dobracht. What sort of parent would do that Thranduil?"
"We do not know what happened."
"Yes, how will we find out a traumatized elf who wont talk? An elfling who hides in wardrobes? Be realistic Thranduil we will never find out."
Thranduil by now was doing the stalking around the room.
"What do you want Laomir. Do you want me to send them away? To Lorien? Rivendell? Why not put them both in a boat to the grey havens will that solve the problem?"
Laomir almost shouted back.
"What else are we to do? We can't help Legolas we are not trained for him. Turian maybe, but. . ."
Thranduil reared and turned back on her.
"You want to split two brothers. Send one to one home and other to a different place. Have you lost your mind? No we do not have the training for the Dobracht but one will soon be here who does. They stay Laomir. I will not split them"
"One who does? Where did you find this elf? Is it Elrond? Yes he made a great impression. . ."
"The only problem with Elrond was your silly argument, same as right now. Stop thinking of yourself for once. Think of them. They have nothing. They have no one. Who can they trust? Before two months ago their relationship with us was minimal at the least. We met at official functions and even then they were too young to really be aquatinted with us. Now they live with us. Where is their home, their belongings? We took them from a house. They only thing they have from their old house is Mansloth. So yes I do think they need to stay together. Yes an elf is coming. Elrond wrote to Lorien and I received a message this morning. Edain of Lorien is on the way. He will be here within days. He is one of the Dobracht. And he is willing to help Legolas."
Thranduil paused a moment before finishing.
"Now if you will excuse me, I still have to prepare for tomorrow."
He stormed out the door.
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In the room down the corridor two brothers lay side-by-side one head resting on the other's shoulder. For the first time in a long time their rest was trouble free. No dreams haunted either.
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