The Fellowship of the Ring stood at one side of the courtyard, waiting for
the patrols to enter. Merry and Pippin pressed a little behind Aragorn and
Gandalf, and were clearly trying to hide their fear. Elladan and Elrohir
stood opposite the Company, with Aradan, who was looking braver than he
felt.
"Don't worry, Calaen will not be let anywhere near you, for he will be closely guarded," said Elladan.
"I know, but he is sly and manipulative. His cunning can equal a fox's, and it takes very little for him to get what he wants," replied Aradan. "When I was an Elfling, I used to believe that there was some form of magic, deep within his eyes."
Elrohir nodded, and then a vague smile crossed his lips. "Well, if he should happen to escape, we can always get Gimli to sit on him. Ah, that would be a comical sight indeed. Maybe it is worth setting him free for a minute, just so we can see him being squashed down into the ground. Can you imagine...?" The Elf trailed off as his brother glared at him.
"That was not funny, Elrohir. Aradan, just ignore him. Half of the things that come from my brother's mouth is folly anyway. Look, Calaen will not escape, I promise you," said Elladan. He rolled his eyes, and made a noise of annoyance. "I should get Gimli to sit on you though, 'Ro. That would provide great entertainment."
"I am not going to be sat on by an axe-wielding, bearded Dwarf, thank you all the same," said Elrohir hotly. "I don't know where he's been."
Elladan held the back of his hand to his mouth, to prevent himself from bursting into fits of laughter, for Gimli was glaring at them suspiciously, his eyes flashing. Aradan merely shook his head and cast his gaze down to the ground. The twins' jesting had only calmed his mind for a brief moment, before his thoughts flitted back unwillingly to Calaen. Suddenly, movement caught his eyes, and he looked up to see King Thranduil and his sons, coming down into the courtyard.
Legolas, who was now dressed in day-clothes, nodded at his father and brother, before turning and going over to the Fellowship. He inclined his head to Gandalf, before embracing Aragorn, whilst the Hobbits looked up at him, joy shining in their eyes. Gimli also smiled up at his friend, though Boromir kept his gaze averted, for he had clearly just been reminded of the way he had interrogated Legolas.
"I take it you know that Calaen will be here in a minute?" asked Aragorn quietly, drawing away slightly from the embrace. "Are you alright about it?"
"Well, I must face him at one point, and it is better to get it over with sooner rather than later," replied Legolas. As the Ranger began to say something, the Elf cut him off. "My father and brother have already told me that there is no real need to face him. But I want to, just so he knows that he has not succeeded in breaking me."
"Is that your brother?" asked Pippin suddenly, staring across at Airëlus, who was deep in conversation with Thranduil.
Legolas glanced over in the direction the Hobbit was looking, and smiled vaguely. "Yes, that is indeed my brother. He is Airëlus, the one I told you about on the first day of our captivity."
"Did you really not know he was Legolas' brother?" asked Merry. "Even I knew that, which is saying something."
"I thought he was just a...random Elf," said Pippin sheepishly.
Gandalf's eyes widened, and his brows bristled furiously. "Fool of a Took! You are looking upon one whose name will be known in millennia to come. Folk will sing great songs and tell great tales of him, children will beg to hear of his story, and you call him a random Elf?"
"I have heard many names given to Airëlus, but never anything like that. Very good, Pippin," laughed Legolas. He trailed off then, as soldiers came marching into the courtyard, in neat and orderly rows. The Prince swallowed nervously. "I must return to my father and brother."
Aragorn nodded, and touched a hand to the Elf's shoulder, and noticed he was trembling, though trying hard to fight away the terror that had washed over him. "Take no shame in your fear, Legolas. I am here for you, mellon nin."
"Hannon le," said the Prince quietly, inclining his head. He sighed then, and went back to stand in between Thranduil and Airëlus, who were both watching as the Rivendell patrols marched in.
"They look tired," said Thranduil. "I suppose Calaen messed them around."
Airëlus nodded, a vague smile playing on his lips. He watched through narrowed eyes as a slender Elf was dragged into the middle of the courtyard, his ebony hair shining in the sun, and his green eyes glittering like emeralds. Calaen was there in the haven of Rivendell.
Eventually, Thranduil took a step forwards, and ran his gaze over the assembled patrols. "What happened to the rest of his men? I thought you were given orders to bring them here. And where are my soldiers?"
"Your Highness, they have returned to Mirkwood with Calaen's men, because it was thought that they would be better in your own country," said a Rivendell soldier. "This decision was made after you left, and of course, had you been there, we would've asked your permission to do this. But we all thought it for the best."
"Why?" asked Thranduil coldly. "There is no ruler in Mirkwood at present, only my advisors and councillors. Why were those traitors sent to my country?"
The voice that answered did not belong to any soldier. It was Calaen, who was on his knees in front of the Royal Family. "They were sent to your country, O King, because that country is falling apart as it is, to put it quite bluntly. A little more darkness will not harm it...that much."
"If I wanted to hear your opinion, I would tell you," snapped Thranduil. He glanced across at the patrols then, and motioned for someone to speak. "I am waiting. Why were they sent to my country?"
"Greenwood became Mirkwood, and who knows what Mirkwood will soon become?" continued Calaen, jumping in before any soldier could speak. "Rivendell and Lórien thrive, yet what is there in Mirkwood? Answer me this."
Thranduil ground his teeth together, eyes flashing wildly. He was dimly aware of Airëlus or Legolas' hand on his arm, but he shook it off and glared down at Calaen. "Why should I say anything, when you clearly have all the answers? Speak!"
"Ah, how generous," sneered Calaen. "Look at the noble King, see how kind he is. Not that kind though, for if he was, then he would've gotten rid of that...thing I once looked on as brother. Yes, he would've done all of Arda a kindness."
"That's enough!" snapped Airëlus.
"No, I have yet to finish with your father. He wants answers, so he is going to get them," said Calaen. He looked up at the healer, and it seemed for a moment that he wanted to ask questions, but he checked himself, and told himself that he would not do that yet. "No, I have yet to finish with your father. He wants answers, so he is going to get them. Anyway, Mirkwood is inhabited with venomous beings who feed on the flesh of Elves; and it has a grim darkness akin to that of Mordor. When people speak of it, their voices are filled with hatred and fear. When they speak of the King who rules there, mocking scorn fills their voices, for they know that he cannot keep safe his own country. He has failed."
At that, Airëlus and Legolas leapt forward, their eyes flashing furiously, though Thranduil reached out and grabbed them, holding them back. Legolas however, hit his father's hand away, and in his rage, forgot who was in front of him.
"You will pay for that," he hissed, dropping to the ground and grabbing Calaen by the front of his tunic. "No-one ever..." The golden haired Elf trailed off then, as brilliant green eyes glittered in front of him, sparking memories both old and new, which would've been best left alone.
"What's the matter? Has the brave Prince lost his nerve?" whispered Calaen, leaning forwards slightly, so that his words remained private. "You are frightened; I can see it in your eyes. The fear is coming off you in waves, gwador."
Legolas exhaled deeply as he slowly let go of Calaen's tunic. He sat back on his heels, and shook his head. He had been so sure that he could face his elder brother, but looking into those startling emerald orbs had destroyed what courage he had. Suddenly, the Prince felt himself being pulled to his feet, and he turned to look into Thranduil's sympathetic eyes.
"Ada..." said Legolas quietly.
"Leave him, ion-nin. Do not do this just to avenge whatever insults he throws toward me," said the King gently. "That scum is not worth it. Come."
As the two turned back to Airëlus, Calaen laughed silkily. "Look at that, Thranduil had to come to Legolas' rescue again. I would say it is quite touching, if not for the fact that it is actually rather pitiful: a grown Elf still having to have his father's protection. And Thranduil, you are a fool for falling for his act. He doesn't need you really. If he did, why did he agree to take over Mirkwood with me, and kill you?"
Without warning, Legolas spun around, and threw his fist into the dark haired Elf's face. Calaen's head snapped to the side, blood falling from his lip. He cursed, and sent a look of venom towards the Prince. However, he did not anticipate a booted foot swinging into his chest, knocking all the air from him.
"Should we stop him?" asked Thranduil quietly, concealing a smile as his son struck Calaen again.
Airëlus was watching the scene, and slowly shook his head. When he spoke, his voice was calm and collected, as though he had just been asked if he wanted a piece of fruit. "I see no reason why."
"It is really not appropriate," muttered Thranduil.
"Stop him then, but I saw the way you smiled," said Airëlus. "You enjoy it really."
"That's beside the point," hissed Thranduil.
Airëlus laughed, and watched as his father stepped forwards, and pulled Legolas away. The golden haired Prince's eyes were glistening, and Thranduil realised with a start just how much his son was hurting inside. Sighing, the King pushed Legolas gently across to Airëlus, then turned back and looked down at Calaen, who was lying on the ground, his chest rising and falling heavily, and blood on his face.
"If I had let Legolas carry on, I am quite sure he would've killed you eventually," said Thranduil indifferently. "I wonder if you can give me one good reason why I should not have pulled him from you."
Calaen growled low in his throat, and slowly eased himself up until he was supporting himself on his hands. "Yes, I have a very good reason. You should have let him keep going, because I am not going to forget what he just did. I always keep my word, and I swear that I will get him back."
Thranduil looked for a moment as though he was strongly resisting the temptation to strike the dark haired Elf himself, but instead he motioned to some soldiers to come forwards. "Get him out of my sight. Keep him well guarded until we reach a decision, and if anything should happen, then someone will get hurt."
With that, the King shot Calaen one last withering look, then spun around and went back to Legolas and Airëlus. The youngest Elf had crossed his arms, and his gaze was kept lowered to the ground. The elder rested a hand on his brother's shoulder, but remained silent.
"Legolas, are you alright?" asked Thranduil gently.
The Prince raised his eyes, and slowly shook his head. "I thought I could do it. Ada, I thought I was able to face him, and prove that I am stronger than he thinks. But I failed. I should've known I was unable to face my fear."
"I think you faced it rather well," said Airëlus mildly, watching as Calaen was pulled to his feet. "When he spoke in a whisper to you, what did he say?"
"Nothing important," replied Legolas quietly, shaking his head. "It was nothing that I have not heard from him before."
Thranduil narrowed his eyes slightly, about to say something, when the soldier who had spoken earlier, came up, and bowed his head respectfully. The King smiled briefly, though it was very strained, and nodded for the other Elf to speak.
"Your Highness, we sent Calaen's men to Mirkwood because it was thought Rivendell would be too much of an easy target if they wanted to try something," said the soldier somewhat nervously. "We thought your gaol cells would be better to hold them in. I apologize if this was the wrong thing to do."
"No, you did the right thing," said Thranduil. "Thank you for telling me."
The soldier bowed his head once more, before turning, and leaving the Royal Family alone. Legolas sighed, and passed a hand helplessly through his hair. He realised with a jolt of irritation that this was not the first time he had not taken his father and brother's advice, and regretted it.
"Come, do not dwell on what has happened," said Thranduil, putting a hand on his youngest son's shoulder.
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"Well, that was rather eventful," commented Elladan, glancing over to where the Royal Family of Mirkwood stood, holding quiet conversation.
"Hmm, shame it had to end so soon," replied Elrohir. "Still, I wager Thranduil only stopped Legolas because he wants Calaen for himself. Part of me feels sorry for that Elf, no matter what he has done. I wouldn't like to have an angry King after my blood."
"Part of you feels sorry for Calaen?" asked Elladan scornfully.
Elrohir shook his head calmly. "No, I just wanted to see what your reaction would be. You would've laughed if you had seen the expression on your face. It was quite comical, actually."
Elladan narrowed his eyes slightly, then without saying a word, he turned and walked over to where the Fellowship stood. Elrohir watched somewhat nervously as his twin began talking to them, and looking every so often in his direction. He grimaced as he saw Gimli's eyes light up.
"Oh no," muttered Elrohir as the Dwarf ambled over, Elladan just behind him.
"Good afternoon Master Elf. Your brother has just informed me of something, and I am only too willing to help him," said Gimli.
Elrohir looked over at Elladan, who was smirking triumphantly. "What have you done, 'Dan? Why is this Dwarf talking to me?"
"I am intrigued as to what expression I wore, so all I need to do is look into your own face to see it," replied Elladan. "I told Gimli about your desire to learn all about Dwarven history, and he agreed to tell you everything he knows."
All the colour faded from Elrohir's face, and he flicked his gaze down to where Gimli was standing patiently. "Everything? Might I ask how much you know?"
"Well, I could speak about my race for the same amount of time you could speak about yours," replied Gimli, smiling. "Don't worry, Master Elf, I think I will be able to fit everything into the few days we have before the Fellowship leave."
"Ah, how...good," said Elrohir weakly. He looked across at his twin, who was trying hard to hold back laughter.
"You are right," said Elladan in a choked voice. "It is funny."
Elrohir was about to retort, when Aradan, who had been standing silently with them, sighed deeply, and stormed away from the small group. His face was darkened in what seemed to be anger, and his eyes were full of hurt.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Elladan quietly.
"If I knew, I would tell you," replied Elrohir.
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Aradan pushed past a group of Elves who stood in his path, for he just wanted to get away from this courtyard, and be alone with his thoughts. The young Elf had stood by and watched as his own father had been hurt, yet he had done nothing. He was confused, for part of him had enjoyed seeing Calaen in that position, but another part of him had wanted to help.
'No, he does not deserve it,' thought Aradan firmly. 'He deserves help from no-one. You did the right thing by doing nothing.'
Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks, and turned slowly around. He did not know at first why, but as he looked into venomous green pools, he realised that Calaen's eyes boring into his back were the power that had made him do it. The young Elf bit down on his lip, and tried to stop the shaking of his body.
"Well, well, well," said Calaen, "we meet again."
The Elves who held him captive paused for a brief moment, before telling him to be silent. Thranduil however, had caught what had been said to Aradan, and as he stepped forwards, he motioned to the guards to wait a moment.
"What are you talking about now?" snapped the King.
Calaen smiled as silence fell on the courtyard. That was what he had hoped for; the more listening, the more Aradan would be hurt. Behind Thranduil, Legolas was watching intently with Airëlus, and on the other side of the courtyard, the Fellowship had fallen silent. Even Gimli had done so, and he had been in the middle of talking with an irritable Elrohir.
"I trust you already know that Aradan here used to work for me?" asked Calaen, not throwing a glance in his son's direction. "He also betrayed me, by leading you to where I was."
"He was given a choice and he chose wisely," said Thranduil. "I was unsure of him at first, but you should know that, although I am aware he was once under your command, I trust him now."
"Well, I trusted him once, but look where it got me," sighed Calaen. "You and I are very different, Thranduil. In fact, we could not be any more different. However, I have noticed that one similarity lies between us."
"Enlighten me," snapped Thranduil.
Calaen was silent for a moment, enjoying the tension that hung in the air, and relishing in the power he held over everyone. Aradan was praying over and over again that his father would reveal nothing yet, all the while twisting his hands nervously. After what seemed an age though, Calaen spoke.
"The one similarity between us is this," the dark haired Elf stated. "Both of our children are traitors. Yes, that Elf is my son."
Aradan breathed out deeply, and threw his gaze down to the ground. He could feel everyone's eyes on him, and could hear the whispered comments in the crowd. His head spun as he realised that now there was no chance of him building a life with his family. Tears sprung to his eyes, as his dream came crashing down around him.
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"Don't worry, Calaen will not be let anywhere near you, for he will be closely guarded," said Elladan.
"I know, but he is sly and manipulative. His cunning can equal a fox's, and it takes very little for him to get what he wants," replied Aradan. "When I was an Elfling, I used to believe that there was some form of magic, deep within his eyes."
Elrohir nodded, and then a vague smile crossed his lips. "Well, if he should happen to escape, we can always get Gimli to sit on him. Ah, that would be a comical sight indeed. Maybe it is worth setting him free for a minute, just so we can see him being squashed down into the ground. Can you imagine...?" The Elf trailed off as his brother glared at him.
"That was not funny, Elrohir. Aradan, just ignore him. Half of the things that come from my brother's mouth is folly anyway. Look, Calaen will not escape, I promise you," said Elladan. He rolled his eyes, and made a noise of annoyance. "I should get Gimli to sit on you though, 'Ro. That would provide great entertainment."
"I am not going to be sat on by an axe-wielding, bearded Dwarf, thank you all the same," said Elrohir hotly. "I don't know where he's been."
Elladan held the back of his hand to his mouth, to prevent himself from bursting into fits of laughter, for Gimli was glaring at them suspiciously, his eyes flashing. Aradan merely shook his head and cast his gaze down to the ground. The twins' jesting had only calmed his mind for a brief moment, before his thoughts flitted back unwillingly to Calaen. Suddenly, movement caught his eyes, and he looked up to see King Thranduil and his sons, coming down into the courtyard.
Legolas, who was now dressed in day-clothes, nodded at his father and brother, before turning and going over to the Fellowship. He inclined his head to Gandalf, before embracing Aragorn, whilst the Hobbits looked up at him, joy shining in their eyes. Gimli also smiled up at his friend, though Boromir kept his gaze averted, for he had clearly just been reminded of the way he had interrogated Legolas.
"I take it you know that Calaen will be here in a minute?" asked Aragorn quietly, drawing away slightly from the embrace. "Are you alright about it?"
"Well, I must face him at one point, and it is better to get it over with sooner rather than later," replied Legolas. As the Ranger began to say something, the Elf cut him off. "My father and brother have already told me that there is no real need to face him. But I want to, just so he knows that he has not succeeded in breaking me."
"Is that your brother?" asked Pippin suddenly, staring across at Airëlus, who was deep in conversation with Thranduil.
Legolas glanced over in the direction the Hobbit was looking, and smiled vaguely. "Yes, that is indeed my brother. He is Airëlus, the one I told you about on the first day of our captivity."
"Did you really not know he was Legolas' brother?" asked Merry. "Even I knew that, which is saying something."
"I thought he was just a...random Elf," said Pippin sheepishly.
Gandalf's eyes widened, and his brows bristled furiously. "Fool of a Took! You are looking upon one whose name will be known in millennia to come. Folk will sing great songs and tell great tales of him, children will beg to hear of his story, and you call him a random Elf?"
"I have heard many names given to Airëlus, but never anything like that. Very good, Pippin," laughed Legolas. He trailed off then, as soldiers came marching into the courtyard, in neat and orderly rows. The Prince swallowed nervously. "I must return to my father and brother."
Aragorn nodded, and touched a hand to the Elf's shoulder, and noticed he was trembling, though trying hard to fight away the terror that had washed over him. "Take no shame in your fear, Legolas. I am here for you, mellon nin."
"Hannon le," said the Prince quietly, inclining his head. He sighed then, and went back to stand in between Thranduil and Airëlus, who were both watching as the Rivendell patrols marched in.
"They look tired," said Thranduil. "I suppose Calaen messed them around."
Airëlus nodded, a vague smile playing on his lips. He watched through narrowed eyes as a slender Elf was dragged into the middle of the courtyard, his ebony hair shining in the sun, and his green eyes glittering like emeralds. Calaen was there in the haven of Rivendell.
Eventually, Thranduil took a step forwards, and ran his gaze over the assembled patrols. "What happened to the rest of his men? I thought you were given orders to bring them here. And where are my soldiers?"
"Your Highness, they have returned to Mirkwood with Calaen's men, because it was thought that they would be better in your own country," said a Rivendell soldier. "This decision was made after you left, and of course, had you been there, we would've asked your permission to do this. But we all thought it for the best."
"Why?" asked Thranduil coldly. "There is no ruler in Mirkwood at present, only my advisors and councillors. Why were those traitors sent to my country?"
The voice that answered did not belong to any soldier. It was Calaen, who was on his knees in front of the Royal Family. "They were sent to your country, O King, because that country is falling apart as it is, to put it quite bluntly. A little more darkness will not harm it...that much."
"If I wanted to hear your opinion, I would tell you," snapped Thranduil. He glanced across at the patrols then, and motioned for someone to speak. "I am waiting. Why were they sent to my country?"
"Greenwood became Mirkwood, and who knows what Mirkwood will soon become?" continued Calaen, jumping in before any soldier could speak. "Rivendell and Lórien thrive, yet what is there in Mirkwood? Answer me this."
Thranduil ground his teeth together, eyes flashing wildly. He was dimly aware of Airëlus or Legolas' hand on his arm, but he shook it off and glared down at Calaen. "Why should I say anything, when you clearly have all the answers? Speak!"
"Ah, how generous," sneered Calaen. "Look at the noble King, see how kind he is. Not that kind though, for if he was, then he would've gotten rid of that...thing I once looked on as brother. Yes, he would've done all of Arda a kindness."
"That's enough!" snapped Airëlus.
"No, I have yet to finish with your father. He wants answers, so he is going to get them," said Calaen. He looked up at the healer, and it seemed for a moment that he wanted to ask questions, but he checked himself, and told himself that he would not do that yet. "No, I have yet to finish with your father. He wants answers, so he is going to get them. Anyway, Mirkwood is inhabited with venomous beings who feed on the flesh of Elves; and it has a grim darkness akin to that of Mordor. When people speak of it, their voices are filled with hatred and fear. When they speak of the King who rules there, mocking scorn fills their voices, for they know that he cannot keep safe his own country. He has failed."
At that, Airëlus and Legolas leapt forward, their eyes flashing furiously, though Thranduil reached out and grabbed them, holding them back. Legolas however, hit his father's hand away, and in his rage, forgot who was in front of him.
"You will pay for that," he hissed, dropping to the ground and grabbing Calaen by the front of his tunic. "No-one ever..." The golden haired Elf trailed off then, as brilliant green eyes glittered in front of him, sparking memories both old and new, which would've been best left alone.
"What's the matter? Has the brave Prince lost his nerve?" whispered Calaen, leaning forwards slightly, so that his words remained private. "You are frightened; I can see it in your eyes. The fear is coming off you in waves, gwador."
Legolas exhaled deeply as he slowly let go of Calaen's tunic. He sat back on his heels, and shook his head. He had been so sure that he could face his elder brother, but looking into those startling emerald orbs had destroyed what courage he had. Suddenly, the Prince felt himself being pulled to his feet, and he turned to look into Thranduil's sympathetic eyes.
"Ada..." said Legolas quietly.
"Leave him, ion-nin. Do not do this just to avenge whatever insults he throws toward me," said the King gently. "That scum is not worth it. Come."
As the two turned back to Airëlus, Calaen laughed silkily. "Look at that, Thranduil had to come to Legolas' rescue again. I would say it is quite touching, if not for the fact that it is actually rather pitiful: a grown Elf still having to have his father's protection. And Thranduil, you are a fool for falling for his act. He doesn't need you really. If he did, why did he agree to take over Mirkwood with me, and kill you?"
Without warning, Legolas spun around, and threw his fist into the dark haired Elf's face. Calaen's head snapped to the side, blood falling from his lip. He cursed, and sent a look of venom towards the Prince. However, he did not anticipate a booted foot swinging into his chest, knocking all the air from him.
"Should we stop him?" asked Thranduil quietly, concealing a smile as his son struck Calaen again.
Airëlus was watching the scene, and slowly shook his head. When he spoke, his voice was calm and collected, as though he had just been asked if he wanted a piece of fruit. "I see no reason why."
"It is really not appropriate," muttered Thranduil.
"Stop him then, but I saw the way you smiled," said Airëlus. "You enjoy it really."
"That's beside the point," hissed Thranduil.
Airëlus laughed, and watched as his father stepped forwards, and pulled Legolas away. The golden haired Prince's eyes were glistening, and Thranduil realised with a start just how much his son was hurting inside. Sighing, the King pushed Legolas gently across to Airëlus, then turned back and looked down at Calaen, who was lying on the ground, his chest rising and falling heavily, and blood on his face.
"If I had let Legolas carry on, I am quite sure he would've killed you eventually," said Thranduil indifferently. "I wonder if you can give me one good reason why I should not have pulled him from you."
Calaen growled low in his throat, and slowly eased himself up until he was supporting himself on his hands. "Yes, I have a very good reason. You should have let him keep going, because I am not going to forget what he just did. I always keep my word, and I swear that I will get him back."
Thranduil looked for a moment as though he was strongly resisting the temptation to strike the dark haired Elf himself, but instead he motioned to some soldiers to come forwards. "Get him out of my sight. Keep him well guarded until we reach a decision, and if anything should happen, then someone will get hurt."
With that, the King shot Calaen one last withering look, then spun around and went back to Legolas and Airëlus. The youngest Elf had crossed his arms, and his gaze was kept lowered to the ground. The elder rested a hand on his brother's shoulder, but remained silent.
"Legolas, are you alright?" asked Thranduil gently.
The Prince raised his eyes, and slowly shook his head. "I thought I could do it. Ada, I thought I was able to face him, and prove that I am stronger than he thinks. But I failed. I should've known I was unable to face my fear."
"I think you faced it rather well," said Airëlus mildly, watching as Calaen was pulled to his feet. "When he spoke in a whisper to you, what did he say?"
"Nothing important," replied Legolas quietly, shaking his head. "It was nothing that I have not heard from him before."
Thranduil narrowed his eyes slightly, about to say something, when the soldier who had spoken earlier, came up, and bowed his head respectfully. The King smiled briefly, though it was very strained, and nodded for the other Elf to speak.
"Your Highness, we sent Calaen's men to Mirkwood because it was thought Rivendell would be too much of an easy target if they wanted to try something," said the soldier somewhat nervously. "We thought your gaol cells would be better to hold them in. I apologize if this was the wrong thing to do."
"No, you did the right thing," said Thranduil. "Thank you for telling me."
The soldier bowed his head once more, before turning, and leaving the Royal Family alone. Legolas sighed, and passed a hand helplessly through his hair. He realised with a jolt of irritation that this was not the first time he had not taken his father and brother's advice, and regretted it.
"Come, do not dwell on what has happened," said Thranduil, putting a hand on his youngest son's shoulder.
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"Well, that was rather eventful," commented Elladan, glancing over to where the Royal Family of Mirkwood stood, holding quiet conversation.
"Hmm, shame it had to end so soon," replied Elrohir. "Still, I wager Thranduil only stopped Legolas because he wants Calaen for himself. Part of me feels sorry for that Elf, no matter what he has done. I wouldn't like to have an angry King after my blood."
"Part of you feels sorry for Calaen?" asked Elladan scornfully.
Elrohir shook his head calmly. "No, I just wanted to see what your reaction would be. You would've laughed if you had seen the expression on your face. It was quite comical, actually."
Elladan narrowed his eyes slightly, then without saying a word, he turned and walked over to where the Fellowship stood. Elrohir watched somewhat nervously as his twin began talking to them, and looking every so often in his direction. He grimaced as he saw Gimli's eyes light up.
"Oh no," muttered Elrohir as the Dwarf ambled over, Elladan just behind him.
"Good afternoon Master Elf. Your brother has just informed me of something, and I am only too willing to help him," said Gimli.
Elrohir looked over at Elladan, who was smirking triumphantly. "What have you done, 'Dan? Why is this Dwarf talking to me?"
"I am intrigued as to what expression I wore, so all I need to do is look into your own face to see it," replied Elladan. "I told Gimli about your desire to learn all about Dwarven history, and he agreed to tell you everything he knows."
All the colour faded from Elrohir's face, and he flicked his gaze down to where Gimli was standing patiently. "Everything? Might I ask how much you know?"
"Well, I could speak about my race for the same amount of time you could speak about yours," replied Gimli, smiling. "Don't worry, Master Elf, I think I will be able to fit everything into the few days we have before the Fellowship leave."
"Ah, how...good," said Elrohir weakly. He looked across at his twin, who was trying hard to hold back laughter.
"You are right," said Elladan in a choked voice. "It is funny."
Elrohir was about to retort, when Aradan, who had been standing silently with them, sighed deeply, and stormed away from the small group. His face was darkened in what seemed to be anger, and his eyes were full of hurt.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Elladan quietly.
"If I knew, I would tell you," replied Elrohir.
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Aradan pushed past a group of Elves who stood in his path, for he just wanted to get away from this courtyard, and be alone with his thoughts. The young Elf had stood by and watched as his own father had been hurt, yet he had done nothing. He was confused, for part of him had enjoyed seeing Calaen in that position, but another part of him had wanted to help.
'No, he does not deserve it,' thought Aradan firmly. 'He deserves help from no-one. You did the right thing by doing nothing.'
Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks, and turned slowly around. He did not know at first why, but as he looked into venomous green pools, he realised that Calaen's eyes boring into his back were the power that had made him do it. The young Elf bit down on his lip, and tried to stop the shaking of his body.
"Well, well, well," said Calaen, "we meet again."
The Elves who held him captive paused for a brief moment, before telling him to be silent. Thranduil however, had caught what had been said to Aradan, and as he stepped forwards, he motioned to the guards to wait a moment.
"What are you talking about now?" snapped the King.
Calaen smiled as silence fell on the courtyard. That was what he had hoped for; the more listening, the more Aradan would be hurt. Behind Thranduil, Legolas was watching intently with Airëlus, and on the other side of the courtyard, the Fellowship had fallen silent. Even Gimli had done so, and he had been in the middle of talking with an irritable Elrohir.
"I trust you already know that Aradan here used to work for me?" asked Calaen, not throwing a glance in his son's direction. "He also betrayed me, by leading you to where I was."
"He was given a choice and he chose wisely," said Thranduil. "I was unsure of him at first, but you should know that, although I am aware he was once under your command, I trust him now."
"Well, I trusted him once, but look where it got me," sighed Calaen. "You and I are very different, Thranduil. In fact, we could not be any more different. However, I have noticed that one similarity lies between us."
"Enlighten me," snapped Thranduil.
Calaen was silent for a moment, enjoying the tension that hung in the air, and relishing in the power he held over everyone. Aradan was praying over and over again that his father would reveal nothing yet, all the while twisting his hands nervously. After what seemed an age though, Calaen spoke.
"The one similarity between us is this," the dark haired Elf stated. "Both of our children are traitors. Yes, that Elf is my son."
Aradan breathed out deeply, and threw his gaze down to the ground. He could feel everyone's eyes on him, and could hear the whispered comments in the crowd. His head spun as he realised that now there was no chance of him building a life with his family. Tears sprung to his eyes, as his dream came crashing down around him.
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Eärendil Eldar: No, I don't think you have reviewed before, so hello! I'm glad you like the story!
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Galadriel1010: Well, I had thought about their mother, and to be quite honest with you, I wasn't sure at all if I was gonna bring her in. But now I've decided something. I won't say what, but it's thanks to your review that a future chapter exists!
There ya go! It's out in the open at last. I wonder what the outcome of this will be. I bet you lot are wondering that as well. Ah well, you'll have to wait til Saturday to find out! Luv Misto x-x PS: I decided to be random and name all of my chapters, as you can see.