Title: Twist of Fate
Summary: see chapter one
Disclaimer: see chapter one
A/N: Still Au any reviews welcome, flames are amusing
To the reviewers! You are all awesome!
Scribe of Gryffindor: YAY! Yes Lanthianis quite the arse, he will regret his actions. ANd yes Legolas and Estel are true mellons
Catmint: Thanks, I do try! I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Kaorethein: Yes very bad elf indeed. He should really rethink a lot of things
leggylover4ever: You may not kill Lanthian, I need him. You may however maim him, and Legolas will ride fast
Estelle1: Hmm all should be answered in this chappie!
Mornflower: Yes Lanthian is stupid, and O.o Thranduil's reaction
Beling: LOL thanks, and yes you shall see some of Thranduil's reaction this chapter.
Riva van Dyk: Yeah sorry about that, it was just the way it fell out of my head, slows down now
HarryEstel: Estel hmmm All I can say is I am evil, you know the rest mwhahahaha
sielge: Legolas will find Estel, as to what happens then read on!
SivanShemesh: Thanks! Your review made me smile, and I would be a lass not a lad lol!
Thanks to all of you for your reviews! Everytime I read one I smile! Now to the fic!
Chapter 3
Legolas rode fast until he came upon the orcs again. He saw Estel stumble over a rock and fall. The orc then raised his blade to take his head, but Estel plunged his sword through the orc's chest, and he fell dead. Legolas ran towards his fallen friend, knives in hand, his arrows having been spent. The silver knives were but a blur as they finished off the last two orcs. Turning Legolas knelt down beside Estel, and noticed he had a gash upon his side. "Estel you are hurt?" he said with sorrowful eyes.
"I have had worse injuries. Fear not, I will be up and about in a day's time."
Legolas smiled as he knew the healers were in for trouble with Estel as a patient. He smiled at his friend and held out his hand to help him up, but instead he slumped over on top of him, an arrow protruding from his side. Estel was frozen for a mere second as his wits came back to him. He struggled to roll Legolas off him so he could get to his sword. His efforts were in vain as he saw the cold, calculating eyes of the orc right before the hilt of his sword made contact with his head.
"I shall take them to master and he will be pleased with his treasures." The orc slung the two over his shoulder and began to walk away. As he passed the two elven horses he slapped them and they took off running.
Lanthian had finally made it into the elven realm. Even though he was tired he carried Melien down the hall to the healing room. Once he felt his fellow guard was secure he went off to perform the dreaded task of informing King Thranduil, his son had stayed behind. As he approached the king's study fear began to creep into him. With a deep breath he opened the door.
"Ahh Lanthian how went the scouting party? I see you are in one piece so I will venture to say all is well."
"Not exactly milord," Lanthian said trying to fight back the lump in his throat.
"Come sit tell me what you speak of. Is it Legolas. Has something befallen my son!?"
"Nay sire last I saw him he was well."
At this response Thranduil's jaw tightened. "What do you mean, when last you saw him. Where is he!" he said his voice rising.
Lanthian swallowed his fear and became angry. "He went back for the adan. Melien had been hurt. Surely you would have me save him, rather than some human destined for death anyway."
Thranduil stood from his chair, his eyes blazing with rage. "You mean to tell me you let my son fight while you rode back here like a coward!"
"But sire," Lanthian said backing away "Is not Melien's life more important than some human that Lord Elrond took pity on?" Lanthian saw the hand, and then felt the sting as Thranduil slapped him hard across the face.
"How dare you speak of Lord Elrond's son in this way. He has long been welcomed and loved here. He may be an adan, but he would lay his life on the line from my son. Would you do the same?"
Lanthian cowered in fear at the rage on his king's face. "Sire I.... Lanthian stammered.
"Be silent and go ready my horse. We will be riding out to where you left my son and Estel."
Lanthian ran from the room, down the stairs he ran tripping over his own feet. "It was only a human" he thought, but he did chastize himself for not dragging the prince with him.
While Thranduil paced the floor a sense of dread overtook him. Without further thought he sat down to write Elrond who was in Lorien to come quickly. Finishing up the note he sent it with a messenger and prayed Elrond would arrive swiftly. That done he stood to go to the stables. He would ride out with Lanthain, but something told him what he would not find them.
Thranduil arrived in the stables to find his horse ready and Lanthian waiting. "You would be wise to hope I find them unharmed and well." Thranduil spoke not bothering to hide the anger in his voice. Long and hard they rode throught the forest surrounding Mirkwood. Usually on high alert for spiders Thranduil dismissed his usual concerns for that of his sons' welfare.
Upon entering the clearing Thranduil could see orc bodies littering the ground. He searched each body seeing it had been felled by either arrow or sword. Pride leapt into his heart knowing that since he did not see his son, at least he did not go down without a fight. He turned to Lanthian who was standing in shock at the carnage in front of him. "Tell me where did you last see Estel!"
"He was over there milord, by the tree."
Thranduil walked to where Lanthian had pointed out and saw his sons' beloved horse slaughtered. As he looked around for any signs of his son he noticed drops of blood on a piece of cloth. As he lifted up the horses' head he saw it was indeed a piece of his sons' tunic, that had been ripped off. "My son would not go down without a fight and I see no sign of Lord Elrond's son either, which tells me one thing. Estel rather than leave my son to fight alone seems to have fallen with him in battle. You could learn a lot from the adan as you call him."
Lanthian knew he had shamed his family, his name in the eyes of the king. He however could still not see the king's love for this human, son of Elrond or not.
"Come, we are going to ride back and then you have somewhere to go!"
Lanthian fearing he would spend all eternity in the dugeons of Mirkwood hung his head.
"Why do you hang your head now! You should have thought of your actions before they put my son in jeopardy! You will pay with your very life should my son die from this lack of judgement.
"But sire if you are not sending me to the dungeons then where am I to go?" he said with a smile seeing he had escaped the fate.
"You will ride out and meet Lord Elrond and bring him back into Mirkwood. He should be happy to know you left his son, to die like some stray dog." Thranduil said mounting back up. With a final sweep over the battle he rode hard and fast, Lanthain behind him, to get back to Mirkwood and amass a search party.
Riding into the courtyard he jumped from his horse with Lanthian right on his heels. He turned swiftly and spoke with utter malice. "You have ten minutes before you will depart to find Elrond and lead him here. He will be traveling from Lorien, and I expect he will be here within two days time. Hurry, be swift and get out of my sight."
Lanthian ran from the king's sight for he saw pure hatred in his eyes. Never in all his days in Middle Earth did he think he would come to see this. Grumbling about the unfairness he gathered up some rations and his weapons and mounted back up. With one last turn of his head he looked back at the elven realm, and then he was off.
Summary: see chapter one
Disclaimer: see chapter one
A/N: Still Au any reviews welcome, flames are amusing
To the reviewers! You are all awesome!
Scribe of Gryffindor: YAY! Yes Lanthianis quite the arse, he will regret his actions. ANd yes Legolas and Estel are true mellons
Catmint: Thanks, I do try! I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Kaorethein: Yes very bad elf indeed. He should really rethink a lot of things
leggylover4ever: You may not kill Lanthian, I need him. You may however maim him, and Legolas will ride fast
Estelle1: Hmm all should be answered in this chappie!
Mornflower: Yes Lanthian is stupid, and O.o Thranduil's reaction
Beling: LOL thanks, and yes you shall see some of Thranduil's reaction this chapter.
Riva van Dyk: Yeah sorry about that, it was just the way it fell out of my head, slows down now
HarryEstel: Estel hmmm All I can say is I am evil, you know the rest mwhahahaha
sielge: Legolas will find Estel, as to what happens then read on!
SivanShemesh: Thanks! Your review made me smile, and I would be a lass not a lad lol!
Thanks to all of you for your reviews! Everytime I read one I smile! Now to the fic!
Chapter 3
Legolas rode fast until he came upon the orcs again. He saw Estel stumble over a rock and fall. The orc then raised his blade to take his head, but Estel plunged his sword through the orc's chest, and he fell dead. Legolas ran towards his fallen friend, knives in hand, his arrows having been spent. The silver knives were but a blur as they finished off the last two orcs. Turning Legolas knelt down beside Estel, and noticed he had a gash upon his side. "Estel you are hurt?" he said with sorrowful eyes.
"I have had worse injuries. Fear not, I will be up and about in a day's time."
Legolas smiled as he knew the healers were in for trouble with Estel as a patient. He smiled at his friend and held out his hand to help him up, but instead he slumped over on top of him, an arrow protruding from his side. Estel was frozen for a mere second as his wits came back to him. He struggled to roll Legolas off him so he could get to his sword. His efforts were in vain as he saw the cold, calculating eyes of the orc right before the hilt of his sword made contact with his head.
"I shall take them to master and he will be pleased with his treasures." The orc slung the two over his shoulder and began to walk away. As he passed the two elven horses he slapped them and they took off running.
Lanthian had finally made it into the elven realm. Even though he was tired he carried Melien down the hall to the healing room. Once he felt his fellow guard was secure he went off to perform the dreaded task of informing King Thranduil, his son had stayed behind. As he approached the king's study fear began to creep into him. With a deep breath he opened the door.
"Ahh Lanthian how went the scouting party? I see you are in one piece so I will venture to say all is well."
"Not exactly milord," Lanthian said trying to fight back the lump in his throat.
"Come sit tell me what you speak of. Is it Legolas. Has something befallen my son!?"
"Nay sire last I saw him he was well."
At this response Thranduil's jaw tightened. "What do you mean, when last you saw him. Where is he!" he said his voice rising.
Lanthian swallowed his fear and became angry. "He went back for the adan. Melien had been hurt. Surely you would have me save him, rather than some human destined for death anyway."
Thranduil stood from his chair, his eyes blazing with rage. "You mean to tell me you let my son fight while you rode back here like a coward!"
"But sire," Lanthian said backing away "Is not Melien's life more important than some human that Lord Elrond took pity on?" Lanthian saw the hand, and then felt the sting as Thranduil slapped him hard across the face.
"How dare you speak of Lord Elrond's son in this way. He has long been welcomed and loved here. He may be an adan, but he would lay his life on the line from my son. Would you do the same?"
Lanthian cowered in fear at the rage on his king's face. "Sire I.... Lanthian stammered.
"Be silent and go ready my horse. We will be riding out to where you left my son and Estel."
Lanthian ran from the room, down the stairs he ran tripping over his own feet. "It was only a human" he thought, but he did chastize himself for not dragging the prince with him.
While Thranduil paced the floor a sense of dread overtook him. Without further thought he sat down to write Elrond who was in Lorien to come quickly. Finishing up the note he sent it with a messenger and prayed Elrond would arrive swiftly. That done he stood to go to the stables. He would ride out with Lanthain, but something told him what he would not find them.
Thranduil arrived in the stables to find his horse ready and Lanthian waiting. "You would be wise to hope I find them unharmed and well." Thranduil spoke not bothering to hide the anger in his voice. Long and hard they rode throught the forest surrounding Mirkwood. Usually on high alert for spiders Thranduil dismissed his usual concerns for that of his sons' welfare.
Upon entering the clearing Thranduil could see orc bodies littering the ground. He searched each body seeing it had been felled by either arrow or sword. Pride leapt into his heart knowing that since he did not see his son, at least he did not go down without a fight. He turned to Lanthian who was standing in shock at the carnage in front of him. "Tell me where did you last see Estel!"
"He was over there milord, by the tree."
Thranduil walked to where Lanthian had pointed out and saw his sons' beloved horse slaughtered. As he looked around for any signs of his son he noticed drops of blood on a piece of cloth. As he lifted up the horses' head he saw it was indeed a piece of his sons' tunic, that had been ripped off. "My son would not go down without a fight and I see no sign of Lord Elrond's son either, which tells me one thing. Estel rather than leave my son to fight alone seems to have fallen with him in battle. You could learn a lot from the adan as you call him."
Lanthian knew he had shamed his family, his name in the eyes of the king. He however could still not see the king's love for this human, son of Elrond or not.
"Come, we are going to ride back and then you have somewhere to go!"
Lanthian fearing he would spend all eternity in the dugeons of Mirkwood hung his head.
"Why do you hang your head now! You should have thought of your actions before they put my son in jeopardy! You will pay with your very life should my son die from this lack of judgement.
"But sire if you are not sending me to the dungeons then where am I to go?" he said with a smile seeing he had escaped the fate.
"You will ride out and meet Lord Elrond and bring him back into Mirkwood. He should be happy to know you left his son, to die like some stray dog." Thranduil said mounting back up. With a final sweep over the battle he rode hard and fast, Lanthain behind him, to get back to Mirkwood and amass a search party.
Riding into the courtyard he jumped from his horse with Lanthian right on his heels. He turned swiftly and spoke with utter malice. "You have ten minutes before you will depart to find Elrond and lead him here. He will be traveling from Lorien, and I expect he will be here within two days time. Hurry, be swift and get out of my sight."
Lanthian ran from the king's sight for he saw pure hatred in his eyes. Never in all his days in Middle Earth did he think he would come to see this. Grumbling about the unfairness he gathered up some rations and his weapons and mounted back up. With one last turn of his head he looked back at the elven realm, and then he was off.
