Chapter 19: The Broken Bottle Incident

by Elven Hope

As soon as Thelion was satisfied with the amount of liquor the younger elf had consumed - a full bottle and he was now half way through the next one seemingly searching for the sanity he had left in the first - he hoisted Rogir up and led him back to the house of Elrond making sure to stay out of sight.

He found an alcove and dumped the young elf down in it arranging the surly Rogir in a comfortable looking position, then left the other elf to his own resources hurrying away as fast as his feet could carry him.

Rogir watched blearily as the other elf ran away across the fields and back into the wood his mind too befuddled to register that there was something wrong with the situation he was now in. He looked at the bottle in his hand blinked slightly to try and clear his vision then had another gulp of the strong substance feeling it warm his insides. He sighed leaning back against the alcove and watching the rest of the world in its bizarre beauty.

"Lle homa ve' edan," Legolas said wrinkling his nose in disgust, still cross with Estel for tagging him when he had clearly declared a time out. Now the young rivals were walking back up to their rooms after an incident evolving rocks and sticks.

"That's because I am one," Estel said crossly.

Legolas blinked and looked at the human amazed. "You can't speak Sindarin." The blond elf insisted clearly distraught that his favorite past time - not to mention one of the best ways of scoring points off the human - might be ruined.

"No," Estel said truthfully. "I can't, but I know what 'edan' means and you said it, hence I know that you were referring to me and by the expression you made it is elementary that you were commenting on my smell." The human said putting on a posh voice.

"Ele-mentary?" Legolas asked raising his eyebrow.

"Yes stupid!" Estel yelled. "Elementary."

"Meaning...?" The elfling asked.

"Meaning, uh... I don't know, but I've heard Elladan and Elrohir use it before," the child said crossly.

"Humph," the prince snorted and raced forward around a corner before coming to a complete halt when he saw his brother sitting in an alcove on the balcony.

Estel ran into him and yelled as both children tumbled over and landed on the floor with a bump.

The sudden sound made Rogir look up and he squinted hard trying to see who it was that had disturbed him. Legolas picked himself up from the floor and walked cautiously towards his brother bending down in front of him when he was about a foot away.

"Rogir?"

"What?" The older elf snapped the way the word was slurred and his voice squeaked making his voice less threatening than it should have been.

"What are you doing?" Legolas asked confused.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Rogir asked angrily.

"Uh..." Legolas looked around for some hint of what his brother was doing then saw the bottle of mead in his brother's hand. "You've been having... alcohol; Ada said that you weren't allowed that!"

"So?"

"So... I'm going to tell Ada!" Legolas yelled and jumped up seeing the ire that flashed through his brother's eyes, but Rogir was far too quick. In one swift movement he had grabbed Legolas pinning him to the floor, the other hand snatching the practically empty bottle and smashing the end off spilling its contents all over the paving stones. He then pressed it to his brother's neck and the younger elf whimpered as the sharp glass pressed into his skin.

Estel screamed frantically and started to run about as though he was not sure of which direction to run in always turning and coming back to them shouting for his father, brothers, sisters and Thranduil.

Legolas was petrified he knew that Rogir disliked him, but he had never done anything like this before and it frightened him so much that tears began to pour down his cheeks.

"Be quiet you brat." Rogir snarled low in his throat, the words still slightly slurred.

"Rogir?" Legolas choked out between sobs still shaking with the shock of the attack.

"What?" Rogir asked furiously. "What!" He bent lower then towards the young elf and whispered in his ear. "You sniveling little excuse for an elf. You'll pay for everything that you've ever done. Nobody likes you, everyone hates you for what you did, and everyone wishes you were dead." Rogir ground out all of his secret thoughts he had so long kept hidden tumbling out thanks to the loosening effect the mead had on his tongue.

"You're lying," the young elf croaked the movement painful as the glass of the bottle bit into his skin.

"No I'm not, Ada hates you as soon as you were born he hated you, he would have done us all a favor and done away with you then, but naneth's kind word stayed his hand." Rogir said.

Legolas closed his eyes allowing more tears to escape their prison and choked back a sob. He was lucky that Estel's yells had attracted the attention of Lord Elrond, Thranduil and Aradwyn (as well as a few other confused elves).

The Mirkwood King was the first to reach his sons and he threw Rogir off the younger elf with such force that he rolled across the floor and lay panting slightly as he tried to calm a serious head ache.

Thranduil scooped up the golden haired elf that was still shaking from shock and fear and cradled him in his arms letting him cry into his shoulder.

After recovering from the initial shock Aradwyn ran over to Rogir kicking the broken bottle away from the younger elf's hand and not even thinking before slapping him across the face.

"What on earth did you think you were doing!" Aradwyn yelled pulling Rogir up by the collar. "He's petrified!"

"S'what?" Rogir asked crossly. "S'all he deserves."

"He did not deserve that!" Aradwyn shouted at his brother then he caught a whiff of the sweet scent on Rogir's breath and glared at him accusingly. "You've been drinking."

"Drinking?" Rogir asked incredulously.

"Yes drinking!" Aradwyn yelled still unable to control his temper. "Amin feuya ten lle! Manen im can le gwador-nin?” He shouted shaking Rogir. "Manen im can le gwador-nin? Ab man le gar!"

Aradwyn was about to strike his brother again, but two pairs of hands grabbed an arm each and pulled him back. Aradwyn growled in frustration and struggled to get away from the ones, who held him, however, the twins were relatively strong on their own and with both together Aradwyn didn't stand much of a chance. Eventually he yielded and shrugged them off crossly going over to see his father and younger brother.

"I think he needs something for shock," Elrond was saying looking at the young elf. "I think both of them do," he said gesturing to his son who was using his limpet trick and clinging tightly to his foster father's leg.

"I'll take him Ada," Aradwyn offered looking at his brother. "You can deal with Rogir," he said utter loathing filling his voice.

Thranduil looked at his son worriedly he did not think that he had ever head such venom in the normally cheerful elf's voice, but he dismissed it as shock and anger, after all Rogir had been holding a broken bottle to his younger brother's throat.

With that thought in mind Thranduil stormed over to Rogir who was sitting on the floor now hiccuping and vaguely remembering that he had once been told that hiccups were a serious disease and that he should seek medical help. All thoughts of this, however, were erased from his mind as he was hauled up yet again to come face to face with a fuming Thranduil. "What did you think you were doing?" Thranduil asked knowing that he should probably have this conversation elsewhere where the other elves who had been drawn to the commotion would not hear him.

"Huh?" Rogir asked he couldn't quite remember what he had done wrong.

"What did you think you were doing?" Thranduil ground out.

"Well I don't know," Rogir said. "I was doing something, but then there was a big purple caterpillar and..."

"Stop being stupid!" Thranduil yelled slapping his son across the face and knocking some of the sense back into the young elf. "Why did you do that?"

Rogir hiccuped then struggling desperately to get free stumbled and promptly fell to the ground the blackness taking him before he hit the floor.

Translations:

Amin feuya ten lle ! - You disgust me

Manen im can le gwador-nin? - How can I call you my brother?

Ab man le gar! - After what you have done

Wow, Rogir really HAS officially lost it! lol Ok, remember how in chapter two Admir was teasing Rogir about not knowing wut the hiccups were and that u could die from them? Well to clear that up for this chapter, since i bet ur probably wondering how he even knows he has them, when he doesn't know wut they r, cuz even at first i was confused until we discussed it. XD He does know from Admir's lame explanation what they feel like, just not wut'll happen, or y he has them. He'll probably kill Admir when he finds out she was joking around about them being life threatening. lol

Ok well, there's some Legolas angst, happy guys? (doesn't wait for response) Good.

Aradwyn actually lost his cool, wut do u guys think of that? Is Aradwyn normally that type of character, or does he seem to not show emotion much?

Oh, and Admir is still being held prisoner by Thelion and gang...-- wonder who'll go looking for her cough Rogir cough, cough

Does anyone have any suggestions to how Admir should react to Rogir's recent "incident"?I know she'll be mad, but I need sumthing to do w/ her. So any ideas will be excepted, and i will use the one/s i like best.

Namarie!

Shawna D.