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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 twelve year old human.

Languages: Elvish. All translations at the bottom.

A/n- All reviews appreciated, all flames are used on the camp fire 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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Death of a loved one; Part One.

Chapter 4: Returning to Mirkwood.

By: KerowynGreenleaf.

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"Lindir, What has happened?" Edimath, the head healer asked.

"Orcs. The patrol that come back had not known that the three were out there. I am afraid to say that the Lady Ariana has not been able to come back, alive. Legolas has sustained a minor injury that I have some what healed. Celebreth is far worse, he has been poisoined." Lindir said.

"Poisoned! Then where is he?" Edimath asked.

"Calm down Edimath, he is coming with his father. They should be here soon." Lindir said while starting to get the things ready that Dalrion did not.

"What all is wrong with him?" Edimath asked while starting to tend to the sleeping Legolas.

"He is poisoned. He has some major cuts and scratches from the battle, the worse is the one he recieved down his side. It is deep and still bleeding. It had the knife still in it. I got it out. He has a fever from the infection and the poison. He is bad need of medical attention." Lindir replied while grabbing some extra blankets out of the closet. He brought those over to the bed that Celebreth would be at, then he went to start a fire. He hoped that the oldest princeling would be all right.

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Thranduil and Celebreth rode toward the gates of Mirkwood. Celebreth's heart had started to slow, and his breaths turned into jagged gasps of pain and sadness. Thranduil saw the gates only five minutes ahead.

"We are on our way Celebreth. Everything will be all right. I promise you." Thranduil said while they made their way through the gates of Mirkwood.

Two gaurds saw the King and his bundle so they opened the doors when they saw them gaining close. One of them grabbed hold of the King's mount while Thranduil slid off of it. He then ran to the homely houses. Hoping that his eldest would not die in his arms.

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"Lindir! Is everything prepared? He is growing cold!" Thranduil asked while he put his dying son on the bed prepared. He saw that Legolas was nussled in his bed, asleep. He would be fine. Right now he worried about Celebreth.

"Aye." Lindir replied. He then grabbed the herbs that he had prepared and started on Celebreth. Edimath only helped when Lindir called him. After countless hours of working on the eldest son, he finally did all that he could do. Now it was up to Celebreth.

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"I want to see Celebreth!" Legolas complained. He had been moved to another homely house and was not allowed to come into his brother's room.

"You do not understand little one, Celebreth is sleeping." Lindir replied. "You need to be resting as well."

"I have rested for four days! I want to see my brother!" Legolas complained.

"You can't he is sleeping!" Lindir replied while picking him up.

"Well, can I atleast see him?" Legolas asked.

"No." Lindir replied while putting Legolas back in his bed.

Just then there was a big thump as the door swung open, there stood Edimath. "Sir Lindir! It is Celebreth!"

"Is he worse?" Lindir asked.

"No He is awake!" Edimath said as he smiled.

Legolas, without warning ran out of the room toward the room that he found out where Celebreth was staying and flung the door open. Since Edimath left the door unlocked he got in easily. He expected the door to be locked. "Celebreth!" Legolas yelled.

"Legolas, what are you doing here? You should be in bed." Thranduil frowned.

"Ai! Elbereth! Would you keep it down?" Celebreth asked.

"Celebreth!" Legolas yelled the more while running over and hugging him tightly.

Celebreth winced when his brother tightly hugged him around his sides. The pain that he still had from it was really not that different from the day that he got it. "What day is it?" he asked.

"Four days after you were hurt." Thranduil smiled at the shocked look of his son. "How are you feeling."

"Fine." Celebreth lied. "How's runt?"

"I'm fine! The hole has nearly healed! You want to see?" Legolas asked.

Celebreth was still a little quesy and light-headed. "No." Celebreth said. "I'll take your word for it."

"Allright." Legolas smiled. "Celebreth...,"

"What is it?" Celebreth croaked.

"Is Nan-neth allright?" Legolas asked while stroking his brother's hair.

Celebreth could feel his heart jump to his throat. He looked at his father. He was speechless. "I am sorry." Celebreth whispered.

"Legolas, why don't you leave me and your brother alone for a moment. Will you?" Thranduil asked.

"But Father! He just woke up! I've been in my room for four days!" Legolas whined.

"Please Legolas!" Thranduil said. "Go to the kitchens and get something for your brother to eat."

"All right." Legolas said while leaving.

"Celebreth. What is wrong with you?"

"Besides the knife that was pulled out of my side, my dislocated shoulder, and the poison. Nothing." Celebreth said.

"Blast! I am your bloody father, and I demand to know what is going on!" Thranduil yelled.

His son finally looked at him, tears streaked his face. "I failed. I let them hurt Legolas. I let them kill my mother."

"No son. You did not fail me, your mother, nor your brother!" Thranduil said. "You protected your brother the best that you could! He is not out there dead or even dying!" Thranduil yelled.

"But that will not bring Nan-neth back!" Celebreth yelled.

"I know, you tried the best you could to protect her, but there is somethings that you can not prevent." Thranduil replied.

"I could have tried harder. I could have prevented what they done to her!" Celebreth yelled.

"No!" Thranduil replied. "You did what you could." Thranduil said.

"I could have done something else." Celebreth whispered and looked at the wall.

"Ada! I have brought some oatmeal, and some lembas...," Legolas said. "..., and Lindir said if he ate all of that he could have one of the surprises I sneaked in!"

"Did you hear that Celebreth. Your brother has brought you a surprise!" Thranduil said.

"I'm not hungry." Celebreth said not tearing his eyes of the wall.

Lindir heard this and saw the look on Thranduil's face. "Come-along little-one." Lindir said while picking up Legolas.

"Is Celebreth going to be all right?" Legolas asked from out side the door.

"After your father gets done with him, I am sure." Lindir said. "Go to the kitchens and get you a snack."

"All right!" Legolas said while running to the kitchen.

Lindir stood at the door. He hoped that Thranduil wouldn't be too hard on his son.

"Blast! What is bloody wrong with you?" Thranduil yelled. "I already lost a wife, I don't want to loose a son too!"

"You would still have Legolas." Celebreth said.

At that Thranduil was really angry. "I want you to ship up! You still have a brother and a father that needs you! What in the blazes has gone through your head?"

Celebreth continued to look at the wall. He acted like he didn't hear his father, even though he did.

"Now your not speaking?" Thranduil yelled. He walked over and grabbed his son by the shoulders, and shook him. "Look at me!"

Celebreth looked at his father while he continued to shake him. "Do you want to die? Do you want to fall into the darkness and leave your brother? He needs you! Why don't you understand that?"

"You don't understand!" Celebreth called out.

"What don't I understand ion-nin? I can't understand anything until you tell me!" Thranduil shouted.

Tears came down Celebreth's face. He felt worse than he did. He wanted to die. He wanted to be with his mother in the halls of Mandos. "I killed mother."

"No." Thranduil whispered.

"If I would have been watching out for her. If I wouldn't have missed my footing, if I wouldn't have passed out then she would be here with me! I did it! ME!" Celebreth cried.

Lindir took that moment to rush in. He knew what Celebreth was doing. He was falling into depression. "No! You didn't cause any of this! You are yet a boy, you couldn't help it!" Lindir replied.

Thranduil grabbed his son and cradled him in his arms. "You did not cause any of this, do you here me?" Thranduil asked. "You will not be overcome by this greif." Thranduil replied sternly. "You are a Greenleaf, you can handle anything. You know that right?"

Thranduil recieved no answer. "Celebreth?" Thranduil looked down to see his son asleep. He smiled. He hoped that Celebreth would overcome this darkness that crept into him.

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