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Chapter Ten – Of Memories and Thoughts

He ran after his brother, his only thoughts were of his mother, was she all right? Ahead, his brother stopped and listened. With a silent nod they both turned and headed left. Faint screams reached their ears, screams of pain. With a snarl, the two brothers rushed into the cave, swords drawn…

Elrohir sat up panting. He ran a hand through his hair and got out of bed. He could still hear the screams of the orcs as his sword impaled them. There had been so much blood and death. Walking to the door, he opened it and jumped back in shock. Elladan was standing there, looking very uncertain. He grinned sheepishly at Elrohir and calmly walked in and sat on the bed. Elrohir went to sit with him. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes then…

"El there is something I have to tell you," Elladan said. He began to fiddle with the blankets beside him. Elrohir waited. "I think I saw the future or something, I'm not sure, but it was the day Naneth left and I was sitting under our trees. I saw the cave and I saw orcs. There were rangers there too; I think I saw Arathorn grown up. He was dead as was everyone else there. There was a child and we were there. We took the child with us; it was Arathorn's child. Then the image shifted, it was the same cave, but older. Legolas was there and he was older, there was also a man, well an eighteen-year-old man, I think it was the same baby we took with us. His name was Estel, he was named Hope! An elvish name! He seemed to know Legolas pretty well and Legolas trusted him, I'm so confused El, what does it mean? Is it the future?" Elladan stopped talking and looked at his brother. Elrohir was silent, thinking of what his twin had told him. Then he nodded.

"I think you may have inherited Ada's gift of foresight, I hope its good this future of ours! I'm glad Legolas has someone to call a friend later on life! Baby Arathorn has a child of his own?" Elrohir grinned and hugged his twin. Elladan laughed.

It was so dark he could not see anything. He wanted his Naneth and sister. But they were not here. No one was here. He was alone. Screaming, Legolas threw his pillow at the door. It was followed by his lamp and book. Soon he had also overturned the small table and scattered the various books around the floor. It wasn't fair. No one cared. The twins had started sleeping in their own rooms and Elrond was always talking to Glorfindel or Erestor. He had not eaten since he had been rescued and no one had noticed. His tantrums had increased and still no one noticed. Well, thought the skinny elfling, maybe when he died of hunger, some one would notice. But he didn't want to die. Walking to the door he peeked around to see if anyone was up. The hall was empty. Silently he walked towards the kitchens. He was hungry and thirsty. Once in the kitchens he found the fruit supply and helped himself to some apples and a few grapes. Once he had filled up a small basket, he crept back to his room. Then, locking the door by placing a few things behind it, he sat down to eat an apple. He wanted some one to care. All he really wanted was an Ada or Naneth to love him. Crying silently, the elfling crawled into bed and fell asleep. From the darkness of the room, an elf stepped forward and drew the blankets around the sleeping elf. Elrond was thinking of ways to get the elfling to speak again. But in the meantime, he would watch over this special child and help him grow. All Legolas had to realise was that some one out there cared for him.

"Wake up little Las, it is time for breakfast!"

"Nana?" asked Legolas in his sleep. He rolled over and opened one eye. Elrond smiled at him and gently helped him sit up. He noticed how Legolas seemed to grip onto him, as though he didn't want to let go.

"Hello sleepy head!" smiled the elf lord.

"Won't leave? You stay?" questioned Legolas uncertainly. Elrond nodded and lifted the lightweight elf out of bed. He smiled as Legolas snuggled into him. It would take time, but the elfling would heal…he was sure of it.