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Chapter 4: Letter of Death

Previously: "Legolas mentally hushed this part of his brain, telling himself there were much more important things at hand. As the door opened he slowly peeked inside only to see a terrible sight on the bed in front of him."

In the room all was quiet, nothing moved, nothing breathed, even the sounds of the rain outside had disappeared from the Elf's ears. All he knew was what he saw as the image was slowly branded into his mind.

Blood was everywhere, dripping from the bed forming little puddles on the floor. But the blood red river was not what grabbed his attention, rather the two bodies that were sprawled out on the comforter. The bodies of both his friend, Estel, and an Elf lord he so greatly respected, Lord Elrond.

Legolas willed himself to move forward to tears forming in his eyes at the sight, praying to every Valor, Eru, anyone who would listen, that they were alive.

'But so much blood.' Legolas gulped, 'How can anyone survive after loosing so much?'

Soon he was at the foot of the bed looking down on the Elf and human where he could clearly see what had killed them. Estel looked like he had been stabbed to times. Once in the stomach and again in the chest, while Elrond had his throat cut. A knife had been left on the carpet not too far away. The blood danced in shadow when the lighting flashed if it hadn't been for his Elven sight he might never had thought of it as blood. But it was, and it was everywhere. Elrond's head rested just below the wound on the human's chest. Estel face was one of peace and happiness.

'It must have happened in his sleep.' Thought Legolas, 'No one would be happy if they knew they were being murdered.'

Lighting flashed again and this time he saw shadows on the floor. Shadows of another being, two others to be exact. Looking over quickly he saw them.

Elladan and Elrohir both standing solemnly in the room. Their faces drawn in looks of sorrow at the terror before them.

"What happened here?" Legolas asked his eyes misting over as the reality sunk in.

"We know how this looks." said Elladan

"But don't worry anymore." said Elrohir as both twins walked to stand beside their old friend.

"This is a dream?" Asked Legolas after a time of silence passed.

"Yes and no." said Elladan

"How do you get here? You should be home"

"Don't worry about why and how. That's not what's important. That's not why we're here."

Legolas reached out to the bodies completely ignoring the twins warning. A cold hand grasped his wrist as it reached out to the two he held so dear.

"Leave them Legolas." said Elrohir from beside him.

"What about Estel, and your father they're…" Legolas struggled to try and say it.

"No, not yet." said the older twin sadly. "He's not yet that far gone, but both are very close."

"Legolas promise you'll protect them." said Elrohir as he stared down at the tragic sight.

"Why me? Wouldn't it be better if you prevented this?" asked Legolas

"It's too late for us to do anything." said Elladan. His hand stroking the lifeless human's blood-soaked hair.

"Right now we would probably scare them." Elrohir gave a shaky laugh.

Legolas shook his head, "I don't understand."

"Don't worry you will soon." Elladan motioned to his brother, and both turned to leave the way they came in.

Elrohir paused for one last look at the scene behind him. Tears began to fall from his stormy-gray eyes like rain.

"Please look after him for us. We never liked to see him cry."

Elladan spoke up, "And one more thing." Legolas nodded his eyes saying he would do anything they asked. Elladan smiled at his friend. "Wake up."

A knock sounding at his door and someone yelling his name brought him from his sleep. The blond prince yawned and stretched like a cat across his bed. Trying to ignore the loud banging on his door.

"I'm coming." he called.

Whoever was at his door must have heard because the knocking stopped instantly. Looking out his window he realized how dark it had become, and the rain had stopped. How long had he been asleep?

Adjusting his rumpled cloths he answered the door.

Outside stood one of the many servants in his father's house.

"Yes?"

"Sorry to disturb you my Lord, but a message from Rivendell has arrived for you. The messenger said it was an urgent."

A yellow parchment envelope was placed in his hand before the servant ran off. Looking over the envelope he found his name in bright green ink and Erestor's seal on the back.

'A message from Erestor?' This was odd because he rarely was sent anything from the advisor. Most of his messages from Rivendell came from the twins themselves or Estel, and occasionally from Elrond when he needed the blond Elf to come for one reason or another.

Opening it he scanned the inside of the letter. Noting how the writing inside was harder as if it was trying to keep the pen from shaking as he wrote. Along with a brief note came many dots that resembled tear drops, but most likely it was from the storm that had passed through.

Legolas,

I know no other way to say this, but a great tragedy has struck Rivendell. The other day the twins and Estel went out hunting not long ago. (Feels like forever.) Unfortunately they came across some Orcs, and though they were defeated sadly the twins were as well. I know how close the three of you were, and nothing I can say will make the pain go away. The funeral will be held next week. I know it's a short time away, but please come with the utmost of haste. If possible please come sooner Lord Elrond and Estel are greatly suffering from this loss, and I fear for them. They have ignored all efforts of comfort. All anyone can do is hold them as they cry, but slowly grief is taking them from us. Perhaps you can do what we cannot. Please Prince Legolas, come and save what is left of the Peredhel family, I fear should they fall to the despair then all else will die with them.

Erestor

As he read the letter he could have sworn he felt his heart stop. Elladan and Elrohir were dead. Legolas could hardly believe it, but it was true. A letter sent by Erestor told him so. Images of the dream came back to him. Was it real then? Were the twins trying to tell him something? He had to get to Rivendell and quick if what he saw was true.

The Elven Prince had never had visions before, but if he had learned nothing else from his long life it was that anything and everything was possible. Impossibility was only limited by the mind.

Grabbing everything he deemed necessary he headed off to Rivendell. Leaving only a brief message for his Father telling him where he'd gone and what had happened.

Legolas didn't know what to expect when he would arrive, too bad it's not what he hoped it would be.

To be continued…

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