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Chap. 7
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Elladan and Elrohir were slowly climbing up the walls in the area that Aragorn had signified. The gloomy rain personified the thoughts and feelings floating through the soldiers, waiting in single file to go over the wall and sneak into position. Aragorn stealthily went up the wall after the twins gave the ok, and jumped down behind them.
Elrohir and Aragorn were charged with scanning the position of the enemy troops while Elladan and Lord Elrond, who had gracefully climbed the wall and jumped the last part with ease, made sure all of the soldiers got over and in position.
The rain combined with the dark made seeing harder for the ranger, but he knew that Elrohir had that under control, so he simply followed the elf, trying to be very quiet on the cobblestones they were walking on to get to the hall by the hidden doorway Aragorn had used earlier weeks ago. Silently they both slipped into the darkened area of the large hall. No one was guarding their door... an amazing stroke of luck that lightened the man and elf's spirits.
"Aragorn... most the guards are at the back and front entrances, there's not even a soul in this hall!" Elrohir spoke in a rushed whisper. Aragorn nodded excitedly, slipping further into the hall. "To Thranduil's throne room then..." They tiptoed, still in the darkness till coming to those huge wooden doors, one of which was open, and a block of stone stayed in its way, making sure it could not be pushed closed... the enemy still didn't know where Thranduil was...
Elrohir peered in, and saw a few elves lying around on overstuffed chairs, the room was a mess, and Thranduil's prized wine bottles lay empty and some broken. The elves still had not run out of the wine, and it seemed from the foul smell that all they had done in the weeks was drink and plunder, eating gluttonously also. The elves were currently pouring some more of the beautiful substance down their large mouths, covered from head to toe with Thranduil's prized jewels, diamonds and rubies alike.
"Well Kesuil... seems we done well..." The elf speaking was obviously very drunk, as all the others were. "Aint no one gunna get pa... past them... guards." The elf speaking then fell to the side, sound asleep. Elrohir almost curled his upper lip in disgust, but the other elves were simply chuckling like idiots. This was not going to be a big problem.
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"Charge!!!" Elrond's order was strong event though clouded by the rain, is voice rang clear to all his men, who quickly ran to the larger section of the courtyard where they took on about a dozen elves.
Elrond was quick to move his blade, and taking one of the elves by surprise and the poor elf could barely move his sword up to block the attack, but by then the elf's surprise and slow reflexes were his downfall, and Elrond quickly sliced the elf's side, and the elf tumbled down to the ground, not dead, clutching his side. Another elf saw his friend go down and launched himself at the elf lord, but an arrow was put into his shoulder before he could reach his mark.
This small match was done before long, even it being 12 trained warriors, for Imladris's 100 were not easily vanquished. Only one of the enemy elves was dead, the rest injured. Aragorn walked quickly and with he help of his fellow elves opened the large door to the very keep of Thranduil's palace, and into that long corridor that was the Great Hall.
Quickly and with as little sound as necessary, the troops moved to where the door stood open. "Now!" Elrond had learned from Elrohir about the incapacitation of all the leading elves, and as they had figured, it wouldn't take much. The Noldor elves streamed in, the first 15 claimed a drunken elf and knocked him to the ground if he wasn't already, and took him to sword point. The large bangs and shouts of course attracted the other guards, who quickly ran to aid those in the Throne room, jumping deftly over the overturned furniture and avoiding slipping on the spilled wine and jewels and trying not to cut their feet open on the broken glass.
Elladan was counting from where he stood as all the elves came. '50! Be more careful!' Giving an elvish battle cry, he launched himself at the elves, avoiding two slashes from two different elves. One he could handle... but two? Luckily for him, his other half was in tow as usual.
"I can never leave you for a second can I Elladan?" With that, Elrohir swung his sword wide to try to make the elf he had singled out move back. The elf quickly dodged and was quick to throw some thrusts of his own. 'Careful Elrohir... fighting elves is not the same as fighting orcs.' Elrohir leaped back and then to the side and leaped at the elf again, and only they heard the clang of their metal, as all the other elves were already in combat. Elrohir didn't give his foe much time to think through his plans, giving a constant volley of ducking and swiping, waiting for his opponent to make one mistake... unfortunately, it was he that made one first.
Just as Elrohir moved to thrust at his opponent, the clever elf moved forward, leaving Elrohir overstretching his opponent and leaving his stomach wide open, while the other elf was smiling wickedly below. Elladan had just sliced his opponent through the stomach when he turned and saw the other elf do much the same to his brother.
"ELROHIR!" He snapped into action, lifting his sword high enough up, leaving himself open for only a moment before quickly stabbing downwards, catching the other elf squarely through the back.
All around Elrond saw the hurry of elves defeating other elves, it sickened him as it did all of the warriors. When he heard a yell of one of his sons names he turned immediately, and once his eyes stuck on heir targets the almighty Perendhel turned ghostly pale and had to bite back an outcry. He ran full speed to his sons, ignoring all that was around him, he quickly slid next to Elladan, who was cradling the profusely bleeding Elrohir in his arms.
Elladan relinquished his twin when he saw who it was taking him. "Elladan, cover for me." Elrond tried to cover his worry, but it was quite impossible.
Another figure walked silently towards them. "No need brannon nin... the enemy is... vanquished... You can work in peace. 15 elves were slightly wounded, another 7 are a little more grievously wounded. Our numbers made quick work... we have no deaths." That didn't seem to stop the elf from mourning, for all of Arda seemed to, the trees and stars crying out for immortal life cut short.
Aragorn had just checked all of the injuries, to see if anyone needed his quick attention before his father could get to them. He had not yet seen his father or brothers, so he assumed they were helping other wounded. "Soleith." He signaled to one of the female warriors in his father's band. "Have you seen Lord Elrond?"
The elf, her long brown tresses tied up as the female warriors favored, turned her face towards the floor. "Yes Aragorn... he is over there." She gave a flick of her hand sharply towards a solitary corner where Aragorn could make out three forms, two leaning over another.
"Thank you Soleith." He moved away before he could see Soleith's downcast gaze, looking sadly towards the young ranger. Aragorn's long strides helped him each his father quickly. "Ada, what's...." Aragorn stopped short when he saw who Elrond was trying to help.
"Elrohir!"
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When Elrohir was stable, Elrond pulled Aragorn away from him, though he left Elladan to constantly monitor his twin.
Aragorn's eyes were red and bleary from trying to hold back tears unsuccessfully.
"Estel. We don't know if Elrohir will make it, but I've done all I can that will make a difference. Elladan can care for him now." Elrond loathed to leave his son, but currently he knew that he could do no more for his son, and there might be others in need of his aid. "You must tell me exactly what Legolas told you when you stood here." Aragorn shut his eyes, trying to get past today and Elrohir's injury enough to remember exactly what he was told. Suddenly, a picture.... a memory, of the blond elf whispering in his ear. Totally cloudy yet totally clear, the confusion of both days was weighing in on the already tired Aragorn.
"Aragorn, listen to me and listen close. I do not have time to repeat myself. You hear me?"
Yes, Legolas, he still heard. Heard the frightened urgency in the usual pacific elf's voice, hidden badly.
"When I give a signal Aragorn, you must take your sword and strike the stone that's the highest one on the right touching the doorframe. Understand?
Aragorn took a long breath and slowly walked to pieces of the fake stone that lay now, untouched on the ground. "He... he told me to take my sword and strike this stone. I trusted him, even though I was worried about my sword at the moment." Kneeling below and having the gift of hindsight, Aragorn could only give a halfhearted smile. "Of course he didn't have any bad intentions for my sword."
Elrond knew Aragorn was slowly giving facts and babbling at the same time, but he allowed it to happen so. Remembering how he felt and speaking it would help the ranger remember the facts clearer.
That should buy us a little time. Then Aragorn, I want you to run. Run and be very careful, get to Rivendell and tell your father what has transpired
"He... he said it would buy us time. It did.... with that never settling dust stuff..." Aragorn was talking quickly, trying to explain and remember at the same time. Not a safe habit. Elrond was smiling nonetheless. It was a little more complicated shield than 'dusty stuff', but at the time he didn't have heart to correct his son. "And... he said... to run... and be careful, and get to Rivendell to tell you Ada." Yes, Elrond closed his eyes. He could see how Legolas was killing two birds with one stone with that one. Aragorn would receive proper care, and Elrond would make sure he was in perfect condition AND Aragorn could get help from he half-elven lord.
"...And this is most important... The crown will be hidden behind its crest."
"Then... then he told me that this was most important: 'The crown will be hidden behind it's crest.' Do you understand it Ada?" The human's eyes pleaded with the Eldar.
Elrond turned and scanned the room quietly. "Estel... was King Thranduil in any sort of trouble at the time?"
Aragorn nodded quickly. "Yes... one of the elves had sliced his calf." Elrond slowly looked around again. He knew what it meant... now. He needed a little supplies. Please let that wound of Thranduil's not have gotten itself infected and killed him already! Elrond silently pleaded with fate.
"Estel, quickly, go get my herb bag and some bandages." With a small nod, Estel took off towards Elrohir and some of the herbs. Elrond then quickly stepped over the stained carpet, avoiding shards of a broke wine goblet, just imagining Thranduil's ire when he saw what a state his hall had surmised. Then, silently, Elrond walked to the back wall, where a tapestry of the insignia of the Mirkwood elves hung, in front of which the royal thrown was supposed to be stationed. A long hand reached forward and pulled back the tapestry, and to any other onlooker, there was nothing but pure, unbroken wall behind.
Too Elrond though, a thin outline was visible. Quickly he knocked slightly against the side. Hollow. Reaching down, he mumbled some elvish and a crack was shown, by which Elrond could pull quickly out the door which was no taller than about half of Thranduil. It came away slowly as he pulled, for he didn't have the passwords the royal family did, but he had enough hat he could remove the slab. Inside the darkened area, a figure was sitting, unconscious, and blood over on side of his leg. Curse it all...
Slowly, the Imladris ruler reached into he small abyss of darkness and wrapped his hand around the elven king's arm. Gently pulling him out, the ruler of Imladris was finally drawing attention from some of his men, who wandered closer to look what had become of the fallen Sindar.
"Let me through! Let me through!" Estel had to push his way through a ring of elves to kneel where Elrond was already bending. He stopped suddenly when he saw Thranduil, who's skin was pale, and who's breathing was almost undetectable, if there. The entire side of his leg was now drenched with blood, as Thranduil had obviously had nothing to slow it with earlier. Handing his adopted father the medicines and wraps, he moved back to give the elven ruler room to maneuver.
Thranduil's eyes slowly fluttered slightly open at the feel of a touch and the presence of light. "W...Where?" Fever was gripping him from every direction it could get its hand on him from. Elrond slowly put a hand on the elf's shoulder.
"Quiet Thranduil. You're still in your hall. Your leg has gotten very bad." Elrond's voice was even and displayed no emotion, good or bad. Thranduil's non-committal gruff response held about the same. Silently though, he felt the world closing in on him and grasped his hand back into his fist as he let himself slide into oblivion, glad someone was there, even if it was Elrond.
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Thranduil awoke feeling very dizzy and light headed, with a great stinging pain radiating from his right leg. He hissed to avoid groaning in pain as a soft hand touched the inflamed calf that Thranduil knew was his. Blinking his eyes slowly, he pushed away the haze the held him. He was... in his bedroom? No... his son's; the light and airy place filled with greens and such gave that away, and it was much less grand than Thranduil's.
Elrond followed Thranduil's eyes as they took in his accommodations. "Sorry Thranduil, some of your workers are still trying to clean up your room. Legolas's was easier to clean..." Probably because of the lack of finery to be destroyed, thought Elrond irritably, though his face showed no such emotion.
Thranduil gave a gruff grunt. "Well, what happened?" Always straight and to the point...
"As much as I have learned from my human son, I seem to believe that some disloyal happened to want to take over all the elven kingdoms. What fools they must have been. The only one slightly endangered was yours, as they new more about the place.... being from Mirkwood. Legolas hid you away after Estel hit your 'dust', and then Estel got help and Legolas... was taken away." Elrond eyed Thranduil sternly, wondering what comment this might provoke.
"Anything happen to the kingdom outside the palace?" Always the king and never the father, Elrond mused softly to himself.
"No, but the palace is in great disrepair, and you will find most of your jewels disorganized and quite a bit of your beloved wine store gone." Elrond smirked slightly and raised his eyebrow, knowing how much Thranduil loved order, his jewels, and his wine... "But, Thranduil... Legolas is gone. We have no way of knowing if he's alive... or what state. But I worry for him. Let me send out..."
"NO!" Thranduil bellowed. He would not take help from these Noldor, and even less send out a whole group of THEIR soldiers to find HIS son.
"Thranduil, don't be a fool! Let us get him back!" Elrond was getting very irritated with the elven Lord. "We could send a few soldiers... or just send YOUR soldiers!"
"Many for the life of one? No Elrond! Too much is at stake." Thranduil replied fairly indifferently.
"Even your son? It's not too much Thranduil! Your people would be more than willing, I'm sure! You're son could be -dying- Thranduil! Don't you even want to try?" Elrond clenched his jaw to keep his emotions under control...
"Twas a risk of yesterday Elrond... this is my home, my people, and it is my son who hangs in the balance. It will not be done!"
REVIEWS: -hands all reviewers Dr. Peppers, chugging one while answering reviews- Dr. Pepper is heaven ^_^
PokeThePenguin: Wow! You are so nice! I'm glad you liked it! Find Legolas? Why would they want to do that? lol!
Ryoko: AUGH! I made Ryoko's head explode! :O I am so honored you even make illusions to this story and MC in the same review! Truly honored! And yes, Estel would be the one to sneak in... and we all know he's clumsy enough to get caught... maybe it's an unknown writer aura around him...
MoroTheWolfGod: Here ya go! More for you! ^_^
Narcissa: lol, not very soon... but hey, it's all good. You like my story? AWESOME! YES! Don't torutre Legolas too much? But I LOVE Legolas torture! It's cuz I love him!
Shaan Lien: Yeah, I know... but they would allude to the name it held previously, because truly it still is Greenwood the Great, people just started calling it Mirkwood so it slowly just got called that. Blame it on the nicknames! But, for the sake of writing, I tried to vary them a bit so it didn't get too repetitive ^_^.
Chap. 7
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Elladan and Elrohir were slowly climbing up the walls in the area that Aragorn had signified. The gloomy rain personified the thoughts and feelings floating through the soldiers, waiting in single file to go over the wall and sneak into position. Aragorn stealthily went up the wall after the twins gave the ok, and jumped down behind them.
Elrohir and Aragorn were charged with scanning the position of the enemy troops while Elladan and Lord Elrond, who had gracefully climbed the wall and jumped the last part with ease, made sure all of the soldiers got over and in position.
The rain combined with the dark made seeing harder for the ranger, but he knew that Elrohir had that under control, so he simply followed the elf, trying to be very quiet on the cobblestones they were walking on to get to the hall by the hidden doorway Aragorn had used earlier weeks ago. Silently they both slipped into the darkened area of the large hall. No one was guarding their door... an amazing stroke of luck that lightened the man and elf's spirits.
"Aragorn... most the guards are at the back and front entrances, there's not even a soul in this hall!" Elrohir spoke in a rushed whisper. Aragorn nodded excitedly, slipping further into the hall. "To Thranduil's throne room then..." They tiptoed, still in the darkness till coming to those huge wooden doors, one of which was open, and a block of stone stayed in its way, making sure it could not be pushed closed... the enemy still didn't know where Thranduil was...
Elrohir peered in, and saw a few elves lying around on overstuffed chairs, the room was a mess, and Thranduil's prized wine bottles lay empty and some broken. The elves still had not run out of the wine, and it seemed from the foul smell that all they had done in the weeks was drink and plunder, eating gluttonously also. The elves were currently pouring some more of the beautiful substance down their large mouths, covered from head to toe with Thranduil's prized jewels, diamonds and rubies alike.
"Well Kesuil... seems we done well..." The elf speaking was obviously very drunk, as all the others were. "Aint no one gunna get pa... past them... guards." The elf speaking then fell to the side, sound asleep. Elrohir almost curled his upper lip in disgust, but the other elves were simply chuckling like idiots. This was not going to be a big problem.
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"Charge!!!" Elrond's order was strong event though clouded by the rain, is voice rang clear to all his men, who quickly ran to the larger section of the courtyard where they took on about a dozen elves.
Elrond was quick to move his blade, and taking one of the elves by surprise and the poor elf could barely move his sword up to block the attack, but by then the elf's surprise and slow reflexes were his downfall, and Elrond quickly sliced the elf's side, and the elf tumbled down to the ground, not dead, clutching his side. Another elf saw his friend go down and launched himself at the elf lord, but an arrow was put into his shoulder before he could reach his mark.
This small match was done before long, even it being 12 trained warriors, for Imladris's 100 were not easily vanquished. Only one of the enemy elves was dead, the rest injured. Aragorn walked quickly and with he help of his fellow elves opened the large door to the very keep of Thranduil's palace, and into that long corridor that was the Great Hall.
Quickly and with as little sound as necessary, the troops moved to where the door stood open. "Now!" Elrond had learned from Elrohir about the incapacitation of all the leading elves, and as they had figured, it wouldn't take much. The Noldor elves streamed in, the first 15 claimed a drunken elf and knocked him to the ground if he wasn't already, and took him to sword point. The large bangs and shouts of course attracted the other guards, who quickly ran to aid those in the Throne room, jumping deftly over the overturned furniture and avoiding slipping on the spilled wine and jewels and trying not to cut their feet open on the broken glass.
Elladan was counting from where he stood as all the elves came. '50! Be more careful!' Giving an elvish battle cry, he launched himself at the elves, avoiding two slashes from two different elves. One he could handle... but two? Luckily for him, his other half was in tow as usual.
"I can never leave you for a second can I Elladan?" With that, Elrohir swung his sword wide to try to make the elf he had singled out move back. The elf quickly dodged and was quick to throw some thrusts of his own. 'Careful Elrohir... fighting elves is not the same as fighting orcs.' Elrohir leaped back and then to the side and leaped at the elf again, and only they heard the clang of their metal, as all the other elves were already in combat. Elrohir didn't give his foe much time to think through his plans, giving a constant volley of ducking and swiping, waiting for his opponent to make one mistake... unfortunately, it was he that made one first.
Just as Elrohir moved to thrust at his opponent, the clever elf moved forward, leaving Elrohir overstretching his opponent and leaving his stomach wide open, while the other elf was smiling wickedly below. Elladan had just sliced his opponent through the stomach when he turned and saw the other elf do much the same to his brother.
"ELROHIR!" He snapped into action, lifting his sword high enough up, leaving himself open for only a moment before quickly stabbing downwards, catching the other elf squarely through the back.
All around Elrond saw the hurry of elves defeating other elves, it sickened him as it did all of the warriors. When he heard a yell of one of his sons names he turned immediately, and once his eyes stuck on heir targets the almighty Perendhel turned ghostly pale and had to bite back an outcry. He ran full speed to his sons, ignoring all that was around him, he quickly slid next to Elladan, who was cradling the profusely bleeding Elrohir in his arms.
Elladan relinquished his twin when he saw who it was taking him. "Elladan, cover for me." Elrond tried to cover his worry, but it was quite impossible.
Another figure walked silently towards them. "No need brannon nin... the enemy is... vanquished... You can work in peace. 15 elves were slightly wounded, another 7 are a little more grievously wounded. Our numbers made quick work... we have no deaths." That didn't seem to stop the elf from mourning, for all of Arda seemed to, the trees and stars crying out for immortal life cut short.
Aragorn had just checked all of the injuries, to see if anyone needed his quick attention before his father could get to them. He had not yet seen his father or brothers, so he assumed they were helping other wounded. "Soleith." He signaled to one of the female warriors in his father's band. "Have you seen Lord Elrond?"
The elf, her long brown tresses tied up as the female warriors favored, turned her face towards the floor. "Yes Aragorn... he is over there." She gave a flick of her hand sharply towards a solitary corner where Aragorn could make out three forms, two leaning over another.
"Thank you Soleith." He moved away before he could see Soleith's downcast gaze, looking sadly towards the young ranger. Aragorn's long strides helped him each his father quickly. "Ada, what's...." Aragorn stopped short when he saw who Elrond was trying to help.
"Elrohir!"
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When Elrohir was stable, Elrond pulled Aragorn away from him, though he left Elladan to constantly monitor his twin.
Aragorn's eyes were red and bleary from trying to hold back tears unsuccessfully.
"Estel. We don't know if Elrohir will make it, but I've done all I can that will make a difference. Elladan can care for him now." Elrond loathed to leave his son, but currently he knew that he could do no more for his son, and there might be others in need of his aid. "You must tell me exactly what Legolas told you when you stood here." Aragorn shut his eyes, trying to get past today and Elrohir's injury enough to remember exactly what he was told. Suddenly, a picture.... a memory, of the blond elf whispering in his ear. Totally cloudy yet totally clear, the confusion of both days was weighing in on the already tired Aragorn.
"Aragorn, listen to me and listen close. I do not have time to repeat myself. You hear me?"
Yes, Legolas, he still heard. Heard the frightened urgency in the usual pacific elf's voice, hidden badly.
"When I give a signal Aragorn, you must take your sword and strike the stone that's the highest one on the right touching the doorframe. Understand?
Aragorn took a long breath and slowly walked to pieces of the fake stone that lay now, untouched on the ground. "He... he told me to take my sword and strike this stone. I trusted him, even though I was worried about my sword at the moment." Kneeling below and having the gift of hindsight, Aragorn could only give a halfhearted smile. "Of course he didn't have any bad intentions for my sword."
Elrond knew Aragorn was slowly giving facts and babbling at the same time, but he allowed it to happen so. Remembering how he felt and speaking it would help the ranger remember the facts clearer.
That should buy us a little time. Then Aragorn, I want you to run. Run and be very careful, get to Rivendell and tell your father what has transpired
"He... he said it would buy us time. It did.... with that never settling dust stuff..." Aragorn was talking quickly, trying to explain and remember at the same time. Not a safe habit. Elrond was smiling nonetheless. It was a little more complicated shield than 'dusty stuff', but at the time he didn't have heart to correct his son. "And... he said... to run... and be careful, and get to Rivendell to tell you Ada." Yes, Elrond closed his eyes. He could see how Legolas was killing two birds with one stone with that one. Aragorn would receive proper care, and Elrond would make sure he was in perfect condition AND Aragorn could get help from he half-elven lord.
"...And this is most important... The crown will be hidden behind its crest."
"Then... then he told me that this was most important: 'The crown will be hidden behind it's crest.' Do you understand it Ada?" The human's eyes pleaded with the Eldar.
Elrond turned and scanned the room quietly. "Estel... was King Thranduil in any sort of trouble at the time?"
Aragorn nodded quickly. "Yes... one of the elves had sliced his calf." Elrond slowly looked around again. He knew what it meant... now. He needed a little supplies. Please let that wound of Thranduil's not have gotten itself infected and killed him already! Elrond silently pleaded with fate.
"Estel, quickly, go get my herb bag and some bandages." With a small nod, Estel took off towards Elrohir and some of the herbs. Elrond then quickly stepped over the stained carpet, avoiding shards of a broke wine goblet, just imagining Thranduil's ire when he saw what a state his hall had surmised. Then, silently, Elrond walked to the back wall, where a tapestry of the insignia of the Mirkwood elves hung, in front of which the royal thrown was supposed to be stationed. A long hand reached forward and pulled back the tapestry, and to any other onlooker, there was nothing but pure, unbroken wall behind.
Too Elrond though, a thin outline was visible. Quickly he knocked slightly against the side. Hollow. Reaching down, he mumbled some elvish and a crack was shown, by which Elrond could pull quickly out the door which was no taller than about half of Thranduil. It came away slowly as he pulled, for he didn't have the passwords the royal family did, but he had enough hat he could remove the slab. Inside the darkened area, a figure was sitting, unconscious, and blood over on side of his leg. Curse it all...
Slowly, the Imladris ruler reached into he small abyss of darkness and wrapped his hand around the elven king's arm. Gently pulling him out, the ruler of Imladris was finally drawing attention from some of his men, who wandered closer to look what had become of the fallen Sindar.
"Let me through! Let me through!" Estel had to push his way through a ring of elves to kneel where Elrond was already bending. He stopped suddenly when he saw Thranduil, who's skin was pale, and who's breathing was almost undetectable, if there. The entire side of his leg was now drenched with blood, as Thranduil had obviously had nothing to slow it with earlier. Handing his adopted father the medicines and wraps, he moved back to give the elven ruler room to maneuver.
Thranduil's eyes slowly fluttered slightly open at the feel of a touch and the presence of light. "W...Where?" Fever was gripping him from every direction it could get its hand on him from. Elrond slowly put a hand on the elf's shoulder.
"Quiet Thranduil. You're still in your hall. Your leg has gotten very bad." Elrond's voice was even and displayed no emotion, good or bad. Thranduil's non-committal gruff response held about the same. Silently though, he felt the world closing in on him and grasped his hand back into his fist as he let himself slide into oblivion, glad someone was there, even if it was Elrond.
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Thranduil awoke feeling very dizzy and light headed, with a great stinging pain radiating from his right leg. He hissed to avoid groaning in pain as a soft hand touched the inflamed calf that Thranduil knew was his. Blinking his eyes slowly, he pushed away the haze the held him. He was... in his bedroom? No... his son's; the light and airy place filled with greens and such gave that away, and it was much less grand than Thranduil's.
Elrond followed Thranduil's eyes as they took in his accommodations. "Sorry Thranduil, some of your workers are still trying to clean up your room. Legolas's was easier to clean..." Probably because of the lack of finery to be destroyed, thought Elrond irritably, though his face showed no such emotion.
Thranduil gave a gruff grunt. "Well, what happened?" Always straight and to the point...
"As much as I have learned from my human son, I seem to believe that some disloyal happened to want to take over all the elven kingdoms. What fools they must have been. The only one slightly endangered was yours, as they new more about the place.... being from Mirkwood. Legolas hid you away after Estel hit your 'dust', and then Estel got help and Legolas... was taken away." Elrond eyed Thranduil sternly, wondering what comment this might provoke.
"Anything happen to the kingdom outside the palace?" Always the king and never the father, Elrond mused softly to himself.
"No, but the palace is in great disrepair, and you will find most of your jewels disorganized and quite a bit of your beloved wine store gone." Elrond smirked slightly and raised his eyebrow, knowing how much Thranduil loved order, his jewels, and his wine... "But, Thranduil... Legolas is gone. We have no way of knowing if he's alive... or what state. But I worry for him. Let me send out..."
"NO!" Thranduil bellowed. He would not take help from these Noldor, and even less send out a whole group of THEIR soldiers to find HIS son.
"Thranduil, don't be a fool! Let us get him back!" Elrond was getting very irritated with the elven Lord. "We could send a few soldiers... or just send YOUR soldiers!"
"Many for the life of one? No Elrond! Too much is at stake." Thranduil replied fairly indifferently.
"Even your son? It's not too much Thranduil! Your people would be more than willing, I'm sure! You're son could be -dying- Thranduil! Don't you even want to try?" Elrond clenched his jaw to keep his emotions under control...
"Twas a risk of yesterday Elrond... this is my home, my people, and it is my son who hangs in the balance. It will not be done!"
REVIEWS: -hands all reviewers Dr. Peppers, chugging one while answering reviews- Dr. Pepper is heaven ^_^
PokeThePenguin: Wow! You are so nice! I'm glad you liked it! Find Legolas? Why would they want to do that? lol!
Ryoko: AUGH! I made Ryoko's head explode! :O I am so honored you even make illusions to this story and MC in the same review! Truly honored! And yes, Estel would be the one to sneak in... and we all know he's clumsy enough to get caught... maybe it's an unknown writer aura around him...
MoroTheWolfGod: Here ya go! More for you! ^_^
Narcissa: lol, not very soon... but hey, it's all good. You like my story? AWESOME! YES! Don't torutre Legolas too much? But I LOVE Legolas torture! It's cuz I love him!
Shaan Lien: Yeah, I know... but they would allude to the name it held previously, because truly it still is Greenwood the Great, people just started calling it Mirkwood so it slowly just got called that. Blame it on the nicknames! But, for the sake of writing, I tried to vary them a bit so it didn't get too repetitive ^_^.