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Chapter Nine – Time of Leaving

It had been several weeks since Legolas and Celebrian were captured by the orcs. The once proud wife of Elrond now walked the halls as if a ghost. Legolas still had not spoken much, if he did it was with a stutter. Elrond had not been surprised to see the little elfling clinging to Elrohir; the younger twin had a rather calming and caring air about him. Celebrian spoke often of leaving to Valinor, it hurt Elrond to hear this but he also knew she could not go on living as she was. He hoped she would find peace over the sea. Over breakfast this morning, she was going to tell everyone her wish to leave. With a heavy heart, Elrond sat at the table…

"Promise me you will never sink into grief and leave me!"

"As long as the world still cares for her children and lets no harm become of them!"

A promise made and kept, the world no longer cared for her children. Celebrian was leaving…they had been told, they took the news to heart and one by one, Elrond watched their reactions.

"NO!" screamed Arwen, tears cursing down her face, grey eyes full of anger and hurt. She shoved her plate away and ran from the room. Elladan was hot on her heels. When he reached the doorway he turned to look at his mother, grey eyes intense.

"I love you Nana!" he said softly before leaving. Elrohir sat staring at his plate, different emotions playing across his face. Anger followed by hurt then confusion. Lastly came love and he silently walked around the table and gave his mother a hug that spoke a thousand words. Elrond smiled to see that reaction. A smile that vanished as a plate of food came flying past his head. Knife and fork followed shortly after. Legolas stared at the elf lord with fear in his blue eyes. Then he opened his mouth and screamed. Celebrian rushed from the room crying. Elrohir was by the elflings side in two heartbeats. Elrond stayed where he was. He could hear Elrohir talking to the elfling until the screams became hiccups. Legolas clutched at Elrohir with both hands. Elrond noticed how thin the elfling had become, more so than usual. With a sigh, he went to find his wife. A week was not so long. A week before Celebrian left Middle earth for good.

Elladan sat under his tree and thought about things. He looked up and followed the way the twin trees intertwined together. Planted on the day they were born, the trees represented a twin. Legolas had loved to climb them and had been the only one so far to do so without falling out. As he watched the trees, Elladan saw the cave they had found Celebrian and Legolas in. It was older but still the same cave. He watched as he saw men's bodies strewn around the entrance. One body caught his attention. A well-muscled frame with a tangle of dark curls and grey unseeing eyes. A face that was similar to his fathers, they could almost be brothers. Not far away from this body was a female with paler brown hair and darker eyes, her face twisted in fear, as though afraid for something else. She had been stabbed in the back; Elladan presumed she was running into the cave holding something of value. Elladan blinked his eyes and the scene shifted. He was watching as Elrohir bent to pick up a small human child. This child had similar features to the man but his eyes were darker. The child seemed to hold much hope in his mind. Again the scene shifted. Time had passed again but the cave was the same. A tall, broad shouldered man of about eighteen years walked into his view. It was wet and raining and this man was starting to get a cold. For a moment Elladan felt a fierce feeling of anger mixed with amusement. But it soon vanished. The next person to enter his line of vision was Legolas. The elf was roughly the same age and also very wet. The man seemed to be leading them to the cave.

"No, " whispered Legolas making the man turn. Elladan watched, as the man looked from the elf to the cave a shivered, this time from fear not cold.

"We need a place to get warm. The twins will be mad at me if I get a cold!" sighed the man followed by a sneeze.

"Too late Estel!" Laughed Legolas but his smile vanished as he looked at the cave. Estel placed a hand on the elf's shoulder and squeezed it.

"Together Las, we face our fears together!" he whispered…

"Elladan!" came Elrohir's voice. Blinking, Elladan looked towards the gates. Galadriel and Celeborn had arrived to see Celebrian off. Today, his Naneth was leaving. Today, Arwen was going to live with Galadriel. Elladan sighed and stood up. Slowly he made his way towards where his family stood.

Celebrian was gone. Gone. That word kept repeating itself to the elfling as he sat at the diner table. He moved his food around the plate so it looked like he had eaten. His blue eyes saw nothing as his mind worked on the most recent events. First his Naneth had gone and now Celebrian was gone. Those he loved seemed desperate to desert him. Stifling a sob, the young prince looked down at his hands. Eyes watched his every move, eyes that belonged to Elrond. Eyes he could not escape. Legolas saw no way out of the prying eyes. He wanted to escape but he could not find the words to speak. Every time he thought of speech, visions of the cruel contraption entered his mind. Finally having enough of the watching eyes, Legolas did the first thing that came to his mind…he threw his plate directly at the elven lord. Elrond did not even flinch. Instead he stood up and left the room. The twins stared in horror at the blonde elfling and Elladan was quick to follow his father. Elrohir stayed where he was and continued to eat. Legolas could not stand it. He took a deep breath and screamed. He screamed long and loud and when he ran out of breath, he did the same again. It was the only thing he knew how to do it seemed. There was no other way to express his fear. He felt Elrohir come to his side and wrap strong arms around him. Still he screamed. A scream filled with fear and hurt. A scream to break your heart. A scream of loss. Finally he found the word he wanted…

"Liadan!" he whispered, "Liadan!" louder and louder he repeated the name until it too became a scream. Howling in pain the elf prince broke free of Elrohir and ran to the gardens. The screams stopped…

Sitting in the hall, Elrohir wondered what had made the prince stop screaming. He could only guess on what went on inside the elflings head, only guess at the ain he was going through. Elladan entered and came and sat with him.

"Worry not Elrohir, hope will come to our Legolas, hope will save him, I know it!" whispered the elder twin as he placed and arm around his twin. Elrohir nodded and the two went in search of the younger elf…