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Title: Believe it or not! 3/6
Author: Sivan Shemesh
Beta:Michelle & Manon
Rating: T, I think.
Special Pumpkin Warning: Angst. Horror, violence. OOC in case. Characters death? Tissues alert.
Summary: A thin line between the real and imaginary world might cause paranoia and even death.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Disclaimer: I tried to claim Legolas in the middle of the night, but Tolkien's ghost attacked me before I had any chance. Only the plot is mine.
Note: A very special note: Legolas is a mere elfling.
Estel, on the other hand, is aged 11.
Don't kill the Author! Poor Thranduil… evil grin…
Believe it or not!
3.
Imladris! Definitely Imladris!
"Legolas…" Estel moved over to his friend, panic in his voice.
He had woken when he heard shouts and crying.
He tried to wake his friend, but nothing helped, so he ran to his father, thinking that he might help him. As Elrond went to Legolas' room, the twins followed, their curiosity piqued.
They too had heard the screaming, the crying, saw the fear and panic in the elfling's eyes, and they too tried to wake him from his nightmare.
"Legolas, wake up…" Elrond worriedly shook the elfling.
Still Legolas did not wake, though he kept shouting at Estel.
"YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND ANYMORE, ESTEL!"
"YOU KILLED MY FATHER, ESTEL!"
"LOOK INTO HIS FACE! HE HAD NO EYES!"
Elrond glared at his son, wondering and trying to figure out Legolas' nightmare. "Estel, do you have any idea what he means?"
"No father. Why?" Estel answered as he looked at his father.
"Well… listen to him; he is blaming you for murder and the Valar knows what he means," Elrond answered.
"Calm down, mellon-nin. " The twins tried their best as they shook Legolas gently, and continued, "It is only us, your friends, Elladan and Elrohir…"
Legolas trembled in their hands, and kept shouting, "LOOK AT ME! I HAVE NO HANDS BECAUSE OF YOU, ESTEL! YOU CUT MY HANDS!"
"Estel," Elrond turned to his son and added, "Bring from my room my quill and parchment, I think I need to make notes about this odd nightmare…"
Estel ran, and while he ran he could not stop thinking of what Legolas had shouted, as his words had been said in anger, fear and panic.
'I hope father will know…' Estel thought with hope, as he ran to his father's room, and back to his own with the quill and parchment in hand.
When Estel came back, he noticed a movement from Legolas, and he also saw that the trembling had stopped.
He handed his father the parchment and then the quill.
To Legolas the quill looked like a dagger and he panicked.
Legolas stood for a moment, a frown on his face because of the noises that surrounded him. At the sight of the quill his eyes opened wide and he ran as fast as he could to Imladris' forest.
"Where has he gone?" Estel asked, surprised at his friend's act.
Elrond raised his hands and said nothing.
"We have no idea," the twins answered.
"Elladan, Elrohir follow him! Estel, you stay with me," Elrond ordered and went to his room, Estel following him.
"Estel," Elrond said, turning to his son, speaking as seriously as he could knowing how worried his son would be for his friend, running like this and screaming at him with accusation in his voice. Elrond knew that this might be the reason why his son looked hurt. "I need you to find the messenger and call him to my room, because this message has to be sent to Mirkwood quickly, do you understand?"
Estel nodded and left the room, calling for the messenger.
In the meantime Elrond sat down to write the letter to notify his old friend that he was really needed, that Legolas needed his father, because he thought that Estel had murdered him.
"To my good friend Thranduil,
I am sorry that I have to start this letter by informing you that your son woke from a horrible nightmare today, believing that you had been murdered by Estel, the worst part being that you had no eyes.
Your son refused to listen to our calls, and it appears that he does not wish to have any contact with us, especially with Estel…
You should have seen the look on his face; he was in a panic, and looked like he saw orcs, and his face was pale like the moonlight.
I hope that I will be seeing you soon, because your son needs you, and only you can assure him that all of what he dreamt was only a nightmare.
Thranduil, your son has run away, and the twins are looking out for him.
I hope to see you soon, as you know that you are always welcome in my house.
Your old friend,
Elrond,
Imladris."
As Elrond finished writing there was a knock on the door. Turning, he saw his son stepping in, the messenger following him.
Elrond gave the parchment to the messenger and said in a serious tone. "Bring it to King Thranduil as quickly as you can, this is urgent, let him know that too."
"Yes, my lord," the messenger said and bowed before he left.
Elrond knelt next to his worried son and said to him softly, "He will be all right, my son, the twins are looking out for him."
"B… but why is he acting like this, saying horrible things about me? Like… like… that I have killed his father?" Estel asked, though his voice trembled as tears stared to fall down his cheeks.
"I do not know my son, though I wish I had the answers…" Elrond replied and pulled his son into a warm embrace.
End of Chapter 3.