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Summary: Part one of The Friendship Series. Elladan and Elrohir meet little Legolas and his brother Celebreth, after their Nan-neth dies. An instant bond comes to the four. What kind of trouble can the four cause when they are together?

Timesetting: Several years before the Fellowhip of the Ring. Legolas is equivalant to a four year old human, and Celebreth and the twins are equivalant to a fourteen year old human.

Langueges: Elvish. All translations at the bottom.

A/n- I always wanted to do a Series of stories, and finally an idea come to me! YAY! I hope that you guys will like this series. How long is it? You may ask. I have no idea! We'll just have to see! LOL! All reviews appreciated all flames are used to make Smores! All review responses at the bottom of the page. Here's the first story of the 'Friendship Series' intitled: "The Death of a Loved One; Part One." Hope you enjoy!

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Celebreth awoke to a pain in his side and his head. He felt light-headed, and his vision was blurred. He heard someone approaching him, but he did not know who it was. He grabbed his good arm that was not hurt in the battle and wrapped it around Legolas. He didn't want what-ever it was to hurt his brother.

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Thranduil could feel his sons from many miles away, he knew that they were not well, and that they were fading fast. Celebreth faster than Legolas. He hoped that they would make it time. Just then when he made it over the hill, he gasped at the sight he saw. Many orcs, scattered dead on the ground, he rode closer, and there he saw three figures lying motionless on the ground. "No." He whispered as he and his fellow soldiers dismounted.

He walked over and put his hand on his wife's neck to check for a pulse. He found none.

"Father." Said a raspy voice.

Thranduil turned to see that the raspy voice, was the voice of his son, Celebreth. "Yes ion-nin, I am here now." Thranduil replied while wiping his son's sweaty, fever-laiden fore-head.

"It hurts Ada." Celebreth said.

Thranduil's heart broke at that. "It will be all right soon ion-nin, I promise you, it will be allright." He turned and looked at Legolas. He had a few cuts and scratches that had stopped bleeding, but there was an arrow that was in his shoulder. Thranduil watched as Lindir pulled the arrow out of the young prince's shoulder then put his palm on the wound 'till it stopped bleeding, he then tore off a peice of his tunic and put it around the wound.

Lindir covered up Legolas with his cloak. He knew that he would be all right after some good rest and some good food, and also after the healers looked at him. He was not so sure about Celebreth though. His wound was still bleeding, and it looked like he was running a fever. Which probably meant that the wound was poisoned. His shoulder was swollen, which probably meant that it was dislocated.

"Let me have a look at him sire." Lindir replied.

Thranduil nodded and moved on the other side of his son. He put Celebreth's head in his lap, and grabbed a hold of Celebreth's hand, and put the other on Legolas.

"I am sorry father." Celebreth whispered.

"Why?" Thranduil asked.

"I failed mother, Legolas, and even you." Celebreth whispered.

"Shh, my son. it will be all right. You and Legolas will be well again, you'll see." Thranduil said.

"Celebreth, listen to me. I need to get this sword out of your side. Do you understand?" Lindir asked. Celebreth nodded. "I want you to focus on your father, squeeze his hand if you feel pain." Lindir said.

Celebreth moved his blue eyes to meet his father's. He tightened his grip on his father's hand and waited for the pain to overtake him. Lindir looked at Thranduil then back at Celebreth's side. This was going to hurt, really bad. He then pulled the sword out of the young-one's side slowly.

Celebreth gasped and cried out in pain. "Father, help me." Celebreth whispered.

"We are trying my son, shh. Everything will be all right." Thranduil said.

Legolas woke up when Celebreth cried out. He looked at his brother in pity and slid away from his father. He then made his way slowly to his brother's head, and started to softly rub his hair. "It will be all right brother." Legolas whispered.

Tears came down Celebreth's face because of the pain, and Legolas whiped them away. "Do not cry Celebreth. I love you." Legolas replied.

"I love you too." Celebreth whispered.

"My Lord, we need to get him back to the palace. He needs to be healed immeadiately. The sword was poisoned." Lindir mothed the last word so Legolas would not know.

Thranduil carefully picked up his son and started to carry him to his horse. "No father, Legolas needs you more than I, he needs to be healed first, he has lost far too much blood." Celebreth croaked.

"You are in worse shape Celebreth. You have lost more blood than he." Thranduil said. "Did you not hear that the sword was poisoned?" He whispered the last part.

"Aye, but if I am going to die there is no need of getting me back to Mirkwood so I will die! I want him to be safe, father." Celebreth croaked.

"You are not going to die Celebreth." Thranduil said. "Lindir has stopped the bleeding on Legolas, but you are still bleeding. You have been poisoned, and your wound is infected. You need to get back as soon as possible." Thranduil replied while getting on his horse.

Lindir mounted his with Legolas in his arms. "Lindir, will Celebreth be all right? He won't die like Nan-neth will he?" Legolas asked.

"No, he will not die if I have anything to say about it." Lindir smiled.

"I want you four to stay behind and get her back to the castle." Thranduil replied while pointing at four of the soldiers.

"Yes my Lord." They replied while getting on their job.

"Lindir, you and the others take Legolas back to the palace on the maine route make sure there are no more orcs near by, Dalrion, go in the lead as fast as you can and get everything ready. Celebreth and I will be going along the other route, he needs to get home as soon as possible." Thranduil said.

"Yes my lord." Lindir said.

Dalrion set off as quickly as his horse could take him. Then Thranduil started off on the shorter route. Thranduil wanted to make sure his eldest got well soon.

"Father. Legolas needs to be home quicker than I." Celebreth argued.

"He will be. We can not go fast with you injured like you are. That is why we are going on the short path." Thranduil replied.

"Father...," Celebreth started.

"What is it ion-nin?" Thranduil asked.

"If I die. Please stay alive for Legolas." Celebreth stated while falling into unconciousness.

"You will not die!" Thranduil stated while speeding up.

To be continued...,

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