Chapter 105: Trust

As Galion taught Haldir to cook, Legolas was upset in his room, and decided to go get Haldir's attention. After all, as Legolas thought, no one can have Haldir's attention than him.

"Cield!" Firelien gasped, wrapped her arms around her love's injured body. "I was so scared!"

"I'm sorry."

Firelien kissed the elven prince's forehead, and Cield lay back and looked at his father who had been staring at Cield. "Adar?"

"Eh- Oi! Sorry ion-nin. I was deep in thoughts..." Thranduil whispered, then looked at Cield's chest. "Your bandages need to be changed." Thranduil sighed as he removed Cield's bandages carefully, but stopped before he revealed the wound.

"Firelien, are you sure you wish to see this? It is awful." Thranduil said kindly.

"Yes."

When Thranduil removed the bandages, she bit her lip at the deep wound Cield had caused himself. Firelien was indeed mad at Cield for trying to leave her, and never knew if she could actually forgive him, but Firelien still did not like to see this certain elf in pain.

"Does it hurt?" Firelien asked quietly as Thranduil was wrapped new bandages around his son, eyes closed so he would not be able to see his son whimpering as the bandaging touched his tender, broken skin.

"Yes..." Cield whimpered.

When the bandages where finished, Thranduil whispered in Cield's ear, and the prince managed a smile and nodded his head. Thranduil took his son's hand and dropped something in it. Cield (with help of Thranduil) got up from bed and bent down on one knee.

"Firelien... well, I love you. And I wish to wed you, wed you the way of men, with celebrations and rings and such... Firelien, Gevedithal nin anuir [Firelien, will you marry me]?" Cield asked, nervously holding a beautiful ring in his hand. The ring was made of solid gold. A red jewel was placed on the ring.

"Cield, that ring is simply enchanting! And you are a wonderful man, and a wedding as the mortals have would be marvelous... but... I do not know if I wish to wed you... I jut do not know... you tried to get away from me and your own child by killing yourself and you just don't want to be a father... Cield, give me time to answer your question. I am not sure yet. I must go home and think." Firelien said sadly, leaving. Cield lay back down, and unwanted tears rolled down his face. Cield wanted to rid himself of the tears but they just kept coming. Thranduil gently sat beside Cield.

"Its alright sweetheart... Everything will be fine." Thranduil tried to comfort his son. "No it won't ada! It won't! Firelien said 'I am not sure'. She hates me! And it's my own fault. I am brainless, a dim elven prince! What kind of son am I? I am no son of yours that is for certain, as all my siblings are better than me, even Legolas who's slow at learning! You deserve not to have a child like me!" More tears fell from Cield's eyes.

"That is certainly NOT true! I love you more than anything, just as much as I love all my children." Thranduil said gently. Cield sighed and let his father gently massage him, this time without elbowing him painfully.

"Stay here. I have taken away anything that you could hurt yourself with, so lets have no suicide." Thranduil lovingly smiled at his son. "Would you still like soup?" Thranduil asked caringly. "No.. I have... have... lost my appetite." Cield murmured.

"Alright... I will tell Haldir and Galion to postpone supper for as bit. I will be back." Thranduil released Cield's shoulders and the prince gasped.

"What's the matter?"

"My shoulder!" Cield gasped in pain, clutching his shoulder and shutting his eyes.

"Oh Valar, your shoulder is dislocated!" Thranduil came forward, but Cield stopped him. "Go do what you need to do Adar. My shoulder is not that important, really, it does not hurt..." Cield muttered. Thranduil bit his lip. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay... I will be back in two short minutes, I promise!"

Thranduil came to the kitchen where Haldir was doing some funny dance, sucking on his finger, as was Galion.

"You fool!" Galion snapped.

"It burns!" Haldir gasped.

"What's going on?" Thranduil asked. Galion quickly made a small bow whilst caring for his thumb. "Haldir decided to taste the soup. He dipped his finger in the pot, and I warned him but he did not listen! I helped him get his finger out but it burnt my thumb too!" Galion then stuck his thumb back in his mouth. Haldir was blushing as Thranduil removed Haldir's finger from his mouth. Thranduil found ice and placed one piece on Haldir's finger, and one on Galion's thumb. "Be smarter next time Haldir." The king smiled. "Galion, we need to postpone dinner, so stop cooking for now, and finish later. Cield proposed to Firelien and-

"What happened?" Haldir suddenly asked, then blushed as Galion gave him a cold look. You must remember that today is not Galion's happiest day.

"Firelien said she could not decide. Cield tried to kill himself to get away from being a father, and Firelien is afraid she cannot trust Cield. Cield is hurt beyond belief, though Firelien still has not answered him. Cield is no longer in an eating mood." Thranduil sighed. "Yes sir." Galion and Haldir nodded. Haldir followed Thranduil, and whispered something to Thranduil.

"Cield would love that. It would please him." Thranduil managed a bright smile and gently embraced Haldir before letting him go to Legolas' room, where the prince was pouting, sneezing, and feeling sick.

"Legolas!"

"Hi Hal... Achoo!"

"Bless you little... uhh... what colour leaf are you today?"

"Pumpernickel leaf!"

"...Little pumpernickel leaf."

"What are you here for Haldiw?"

"Well... Cield is very, very upset. I thought you and me could go finish building the crib he had started to make him happy... do you want to help me with that?"

"Oh yes please!" Legolas jumped up at Haldir and wrapped his arms around the elf. Legolas loved making his brothers, or anyone, happy, and he loved to spend time with Haldir.

The elfling and Legolas skipped off to Cield's empty, and now cleaned room, where they began to work on Cield's crib together.

To be continued...

I am being a little mean with Cield. Its not as mean as a certain author. You know who you are, certain author...