Yes, I know I haven't updated in a really long time and I'm really sorry for it. (I seem to be saying that in all of my stories.) Anyways, I just wanted to thank everyone who keeps reading this story even though I keep making you wait forever. In this chapter though, Legolas finally meets Elladan and Elrohir...again.
I don't own LOTR.
Dew Drops on a Sword Chapter 13 Understanding
Elladan and Elrohir rode toward the center of Lothlorien. Their laughter rang out through the silent forest and made even the stubborn Haldir grin. It was always interesting to see what would happen when the twins came to visit their grandmother.
Although, the young Prince of Mirkwood was living in Lothlorien at the time and everyone knew that Thranduil and Elrond were rivals for more than just one reason. Surely their hatred for each other had been passed onto their sons who would want nothing to do with each other.
"Grandmother!" both twins yelled spotting the Lady of Light after putting their horses in the care of the stable hands.
Galadriel smiled at them. "I hope there were no mishaps on your journey," she said with a calm voice.
"Aw, you don't have to worry about us," Elladan said, laughter hidden in his voice.
"We're trained worriers after all," Elrohir added.
"I think that the Lady Galadriel was fearing for those you met on the way, not yourselves," grumbled an annoyed voice from behind them. Elladan and Elrohir turned around to see a blonde haired, blue-eyed elf standing there with a bow and quiver swung across his back.
"And who would you be?" Elladan asked wearily. He had never seen this elf in Lothlorien before, and he could already tell that he was not from there. Yet, he was definitely not from Rivendell, so that left only one other place he could be from...Mirkwood.
"Prince Legolas of Mirkwood," Legolas said calmly.
"Mirkwood," Elrohir hissed.
"I knew it!" Elladan shouted as he drew his sword from its sheath.
"There will be none of that," Galadriel said as she placed a hand on Elladan's wrist and glared at all three. "Legolas is living in Lothlorien at the moment," she said to the twins before fixing her attention on all three. "There will be no fighting between you three while you are here. I want you to try and get along as best you can. You three are more alike than you realize." And with those words she left.
"What was that suppose to mean?" Elladan asked his brother. Elrohir just shrugged in response.
"Only here five minutes and you're already fighting with the Prince of Mirkwood?" Haldir asked as he came up behind the two.
"Speaking of Legolas, where is he?" Elrohir asked.
"Why should we care?" Elladan snapped. Haldir and Elrohir were both taken back by this statement. Neither one had ever heard Elladan talk like he did just now.
"Why do you care such hatred for him? Surely your father hasn't worn off on you that much!" Haldir said. He was a friend with the twins as well as Legolas, and in truth, what Galadriel said was true. The three of them were so alike, though Legolas seemed to be a bit more mature. He had fought with Gil-galad and almost been killed by Sauron himself. That would force anyone to mature faster than they were suppose to.
"He's the reason Gil-galad was killed! If it wasn't for him then he would still be alive!" Elladan shouted.
"Is that what your father told you?" Haldir asked in an almost broken voice.
"What?" Elladan asked as he and Elrohir both turned to their friend.
Haldir sighed. "Gil-galad saw that Sauron was going to kill Legolas and being the person he was, he pushed Legolas into your father and took the blow himself. Gil-galad's death has always weighed heavily upon Legolas, and yes, he does believe it's his fault, but no one else does, not even your father. What weighs most heavily on his heart though, is the last words Gil-galad said to him."
"What did he say?" Elrohir said in a quiet voice that was just above a whisperer.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't keep my promise," Haldir whispered.
"Promise?"
"What promise did the High King ever make to the Prince of Mirkwood?" Elladan asked, anger no longer evident in his voice, just curiosity.
"No one knows. Well, the Lady Galadriel probably does, and maybe Gandalf."
"Wait, are you saying that Legolas himself doesn't even know what Gil-galad promised him?" Elrohir asked.
Haldir nodded. It was true, the young prince couldn't remember, and it was no doubt that he thought it over and over, replaying the High King's death in his mind ever day of his life. Legolas began to slip into a state of depression and before his mind journeyed further toward evil, Thranduil had sent his son to Lothlorien in hopes that he would be saved. It seemed to most elves that didn't know his that well that Legolas was as cheerful and bright as an elf his age should be. Yet, Haldir, Galadriel, Celeborn, and Gandalf, when he was there, all saw through the Mirkwood Prince. His smile was a fake one, and his laughter was forced. It saddened the four to have to see Legolas like that. But, Galadriel hoped that Elladan and Elrohir would befriend the prince and help him see happiness once more.
"So, Gil-galad died to save Legolas, even though he hardly knew him? It just doesn't make since to me," Elladan said after a while of silence.
"It doesn't make since to a lot of people, but we'll have to except what has come and gone, after all, what else is there that we can do?" Haldir said and after another period of silence followed.
"Well, I have to go talk to Celeborn. You should know your way around here by know," Haldir said as he stood up and walked away.
Disregarded by the three was the blonde haired elf that they were talking about who hid behind one of the many trees listening to them. Their discussion brought up many memories, yet he kept feeling as if was forgetting something. That was what really tormented him.
"Little one," Galadriel said gently, "there is much on your mind. You should rest." Her voice was quiet and peaceful.
"I just want to know why Gil-galad saved me? I want to know what I'm forgetting? What did he promise he Galadriel?" Legolas' voice sounded almost hopeless. "I just..." he sighed, unable to finish.
"I know, little one. Yet, only you can find these answers for yourself. You must not keep thinking about these things, or else you will never find the answers you must find."
"I know your right, Galadriel. I just can't help but wonder."
"Go, get some sleep. I know you got none last night."
"Yes, milady," Legolas said as he walked toward his room.
Only when he was gone did the Lady of Light acknowledge her grandsons' presence. They had decided to go for a walk through Lothlorien after their talk with Haldir and had come across Legolas and Galadriel in the middle of their discussion.
"You remember know, don't you." It was a statement more than a question.
Hearing Legolas' hopeless voice had triggered their memories and broken Galadriel's spell.
"Why did you make us forget?" Elrohir asked. His eyes showed how overwhelmed he was by his memories. Elladan's just showed how much he wanted to go after Legolas and revile everything to him, to comfort him by giving him the answers he so desperately wanted.
"By making everyone else forget I also made Sauron forget. If Legolas' memories are returned to him, then Sauron will be after him with all the power he still possesses. Middle Earth will need Legolas soon, thus you must never tell him. I only wish that you befriend him once more and help him through the problems he know faces."
"But how are we going to do that when all he wants are the answer to his questions?" Elladan asked, trying to control his feelings so he wouldn't take out all his anger on Galadriel.
"What Legolas needs now, is only for someone to understand him. You two will as you have before." That was all Galadriel said before she once more disappeared.
Ok, yeah, this chapter was a little more Legolas centered than I wanted it to be, and also wasn't as long as I wanted it, but I have to stop and get off the computer before my mom starts yelling at me.
Next chapter: The Three Nightmares of Doom: Legolas and the twins get into some trouble that will force them to combine forces and to become the best of friends.