A shy elfling.
Chapter three- injuries
Response to reviews-
Jinxauthar mel- Thranduil will get better but right now he is kinda stressed out.
I'm trying to write as fast as I can but just think about how hard it is to be able to concentrate when you have one computer and five people in your small house not to mention a one year old. And the only time I really get to write is between 2:00 to 4:00 am.
I think I have finally figured out a good plot to this story.
Not much happens in this chapter but there more coming.
Thoughts are in /…/
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"ARWEN" yelled Glorfindel as he and Thranduil ran down the stairs towards the two unconscious children.
Thranduil was too scared to say anything.
/ Oh please be alright/
It seemed to take forever to reach the bottom of the stairs. Every minute was one minute too long in Thranduil's mind.
When Thranduil and Glorfindel reached the bottom there were already elves slowly and as gently as possible laying Arwen and Legolas on their backs. Since that was the way they landed and it was too dangerous to put them on their stomachs for risk jarring them even more and maybe causes even more spinal injury if there was any. Both were cut and bleeding and already had huge ugly bruises forming on their face and arms and probably on their legs also.
" Someone send for lord Elrond." Thranduil heard himself say "NOW!" he added since no one moved. One of the servants behind him turned and ran in the direction of Elrond's rooms.
Thranduil mentally shook himself.
/ Stay calm. Going berserk will not help. Okay I have to check for broken bones first and deep gashes. /
Thranduil looked over at Arwen to make sure someone was helping her. Even though Thranduil didn't really get along with her father he had no problems with his children. Glorfindel was checking Arwen over so Thranduil bent over his son.
Thranduil was checking over his son's head for any deep gashes when lord Elrond and three of the best healers arrived.
" Bloody mandos… what, in valars name, has happened to my daughter?" Elrond demanded as his rushed over to his daughter's side.
Thranduil looked up to answer him.
However, before Thranduil could answer him Legolas moaned and started to move ever so slightly then stopped. Thranduil bent his head to check on him then quickly moved out of the way so the healers could take care of him.
Elrond was so busy looking over Arwen that he forgot to get an answer to his question.
The healers then deemed it ok to gently move the elflings to the infirmary to further exam them. Thranduil still didn't know all that was wrong with his son and wanted to ask so badly. But he didn't. Because the last thing he wanted to do was draw attention away from his son when he needed it the most. Thranduil did however carry Legolas to the infirmary and gently laid his son on the padded examine table and moved just enough away so that he wasn't in the way but he could still see everything that went on. Nothing could make Thranduil move too far away from his son.
The healers started to carefully remove his son's clothes from his battered body and it was all Thranduil could do not to sweep Legolas up in his arms to hug him. Legolas's pale skin had massive bruises almost everywhere and where the worst color of black, purple, and blue Thranduil had ever seen. It looked even worse from a father's point of view.
Legolas had several small scratches on his head and one deep gash that ran from above his right eyebrow and ended above his right cheek. His wrist badly sprained. His ribs were thankfully whole but would be very tender due to all the bruising. His right leg had a few small dark bruises and a badly skinned knee. His left leg seemed to of taken more hits than his right for it had one huge bruise running from above his kneecap and ended below his ankle. His left ankle was fractured.
Thranduil watched and helped the healers stitch up his son and put bandages on his cuts. Once all that was finished one of the head healer walked up to Thranduil before he could reach his sons side.
" What happened to prince Legolas?" asked beraid concern written all over his face.
Thranduil sighed, " He had a horrible nightmare about something I don't know about. When he awoke he started to shake. I held him and asked about his dream. All of the sudden he gets up and runs out the door of me study before I could even grab him. I chased him down the hall and right when I turned the corner I saw Legolas run right into Arwen and tumble down the stairs." said Thranduil as he walked over to his son and stroked his hair. " What his nightmare was about I don't know." Thranduil added
" What was it like?" asked beraid also puzzled about why Legolas would have a nightmare like that
" What did he do?"
"He started to thrash around and every time I touched him he just tried harder. He started to scream and say things like he was alone and that something was a lie. He also said something about a demon and rage… the last thing he said was blood." Thranduil replied still looking down at his son.
Beraid didn't say anything but Thranduil could tell that he was deep in thought.
" Could you stay with Legolas? I have to go and talk to Elrond about what had happened." asked Thranduil
"Of course" beraid said as he pulled up a chair close to Legolas.
Thranduil left the room his son lay in and leaned against the wall to recompose himself. He was sure that Elrond would be extremely mad and upset and had very right to be. Thranduil would be too.
/ The faster you do this the faster you can go back to Legolas/
Thranduil stepped in front of the door that he knew Elrond and Arwen were in for he could hear Elrond's voice coming though the door.
He knocked and waited the few seconds it took for the door to be opened by Glorfindel. Thranduil walked in side and looked at Arwen. She looked just as awful as Legolas did. Elrond looked up his concerned expression changes to a mad and upset one almost instantly upon seeing Thranduil.
" What happened to my daughter?" Elrond demanded, " Why is she hurt so terribly?"
Thranduil took a deep breath and told the story of Legolas's nightmare to Elrond. Thranduil couldn't tell if Elrond was just very upset about what had happened or if he was so mad he wouldn't even talk to Thranduil. But Thranduil did know that this wouldn't be over with just one talk. By the look on Elrond's face Thranduil should be expecting a huge argument. That was only delayed by the fact that they were within earshot of almost everyone in the infirmary.
/well I know what I'm doing tonight now don't I/
Chapter three- injuries
Response to reviews-
Jinxauthar mel- Thranduil will get better but right now he is kinda stressed out.
I'm trying to write as fast as I can but just think about how hard it is to be able to concentrate when you have one computer and five people in your small house not to mention a one year old. And the only time I really get to write is between 2:00 to 4:00 am.
I think I have finally figured out a good plot to this story.
Not much happens in this chapter but there more coming.
Thoughts are in /…/
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"ARWEN" yelled Glorfindel as he and Thranduil ran down the stairs towards the two unconscious children.
Thranduil was too scared to say anything.
/ Oh please be alright/
It seemed to take forever to reach the bottom of the stairs. Every minute was one minute too long in Thranduil's mind.
When Thranduil and Glorfindel reached the bottom there were already elves slowly and as gently as possible laying Arwen and Legolas on their backs. Since that was the way they landed and it was too dangerous to put them on their stomachs for risk jarring them even more and maybe causes even more spinal injury if there was any. Both were cut and bleeding and already had huge ugly bruises forming on their face and arms and probably on their legs also.
" Someone send for lord Elrond." Thranduil heard himself say "NOW!" he added since no one moved. One of the servants behind him turned and ran in the direction of Elrond's rooms.
Thranduil mentally shook himself.
/ Stay calm. Going berserk will not help. Okay I have to check for broken bones first and deep gashes. /
Thranduil looked over at Arwen to make sure someone was helping her. Even though Thranduil didn't really get along with her father he had no problems with his children. Glorfindel was checking Arwen over so Thranduil bent over his son.
Thranduil was checking over his son's head for any deep gashes when lord Elrond and three of the best healers arrived.
" Bloody mandos… what, in valars name, has happened to my daughter?" Elrond demanded as his rushed over to his daughter's side.
Thranduil looked up to answer him.
However, before Thranduil could answer him Legolas moaned and started to move ever so slightly then stopped. Thranduil bent his head to check on him then quickly moved out of the way so the healers could take care of him.
Elrond was so busy looking over Arwen that he forgot to get an answer to his question.
The healers then deemed it ok to gently move the elflings to the infirmary to further exam them. Thranduil still didn't know all that was wrong with his son and wanted to ask so badly. But he didn't. Because the last thing he wanted to do was draw attention away from his son when he needed it the most. Thranduil did however carry Legolas to the infirmary and gently laid his son on the padded examine table and moved just enough away so that he wasn't in the way but he could still see everything that went on. Nothing could make Thranduil move too far away from his son.
The healers started to carefully remove his son's clothes from his battered body and it was all Thranduil could do not to sweep Legolas up in his arms to hug him. Legolas's pale skin had massive bruises almost everywhere and where the worst color of black, purple, and blue Thranduil had ever seen. It looked even worse from a father's point of view.
Legolas had several small scratches on his head and one deep gash that ran from above his right eyebrow and ended above his right cheek. His wrist badly sprained. His ribs were thankfully whole but would be very tender due to all the bruising. His right leg had a few small dark bruises and a badly skinned knee. His left leg seemed to of taken more hits than his right for it had one huge bruise running from above his kneecap and ended below his ankle. His left ankle was fractured.
Thranduil watched and helped the healers stitch up his son and put bandages on his cuts. Once all that was finished one of the head healer walked up to Thranduil before he could reach his sons side.
" What happened to prince Legolas?" asked beraid concern written all over his face.
Thranduil sighed, " He had a horrible nightmare about something I don't know about. When he awoke he started to shake. I held him and asked about his dream. All of the sudden he gets up and runs out the door of me study before I could even grab him. I chased him down the hall and right when I turned the corner I saw Legolas run right into Arwen and tumble down the stairs." said Thranduil as he walked over to his son and stroked his hair. " What his nightmare was about I don't know." Thranduil added
" What was it like?" asked beraid also puzzled about why Legolas would have a nightmare like that
" What did he do?"
"He started to thrash around and every time I touched him he just tried harder. He started to scream and say things like he was alone and that something was a lie. He also said something about a demon and rage… the last thing he said was blood." Thranduil replied still looking down at his son.
Beraid didn't say anything but Thranduil could tell that he was deep in thought.
" Could you stay with Legolas? I have to go and talk to Elrond about what had happened." asked Thranduil
"Of course" beraid said as he pulled up a chair close to Legolas.
Thranduil left the room his son lay in and leaned against the wall to recompose himself. He was sure that Elrond would be extremely mad and upset and had very right to be. Thranduil would be too.
/ The faster you do this the faster you can go back to Legolas/
Thranduil stepped in front of the door that he knew Elrond and Arwen were in for he could hear Elrond's voice coming though the door.
He knocked and waited the few seconds it took for the door to be opened by Glorfindel. Thranduil walked in side and looked at Arwen. She looked just as awful as Legolas did. Elrond looked up his concerned expression changes to a mad and upset one almost instantly upon seeing Thranduil.
" What happened to my daughter?" Elrond demanded, " Why is she hurt so terribly?"
Thranduil took a deep breath and told the story of Legolas's nightmare to Elrond. Thranduil couldn't tell if Elrond was just very upset about what had happened or if he was so mad he wouldn't even talk to Thranduil. But Thranduil did know that this wouldn't be over with just one talk. By the look on Elrond's face Thranduil should be expecting a huge argument. That was only delayed by the fact that they were within earshot of almost everyone in the infirmary.
/well I know what I'm doing tonight now don't I/