Title: What days we see
Author: So Yun
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Chapter: 5/7
Rating: K+
Summary: Can one heart breaking tragic disaster tear the Thranduillion family apart? Will Legolas ever survive it and wake up? Will Thranduil learn a lesson in loving again?
More soldiers went down, wounded by the spears of Rhun and blades of the orcs. Then the memory flashed through Dalen's mind,
"No……NO! It will not happen again!" He bellowed his father turned to him; his eyes alight as Dalen tried to get up on his wounded leg. Thranduil stopped him and cried,
"Dalen, I will go pray for him and your other brothers!" He stepped desperately down the ladder and ran to the struggling Legolas. Who was fighting against a whole battalion. A spray of blood flecked upward as an orc blade grazed his neck. He coughed violently and he steadied himself on the ground.
A heavy shield hit him hard in the face and blood cascaded from his nose, then all went black. He fell onto his front and the orc held his blade high above him readying to stroke down. But Thranduil hacked him from behind and fletched arrows whistled past his ears, the reinforcements had come!
As the Lorien elves killed the remaining army, Thranduil stood staring wide eyed at Legolas,
"No, not again……" He uttered to his fallen son, but Legolas brought his hands up and steadied himself to stand and said through his blood covered teeth,
"Ada! I am ok I swear!" He cried, brightly and beamed looking around at the dead orcs surrounding him. But the king grasped his shoulders hard and hurtful and violently shook him to the core. Galder grabbed his father from behind and pulled him away,
"Father! Stop it, can you not see he is alive?!" He exclaimed, the king stopped and he said coldly to Legolas,
"I will talk about this later" he then turned to Galder and commanded,
"Load the wounded" Then he walked off and Galder embraced Legolas and wiped the blood from his brother's face. His finger traced the shallow cut on Legolas's neck and said,
"This needs dressing" Legolas nodded at this and follow his brother, along with the stretchers carrying the wounded.
The next days were spent recovering from the hard blow the army of Mirkwood had received. The five brothers were fine but the king stayed angry and cold, bitter and hard.
This blow had also affected his pride and one day after all the sons of Thranduil had healed he said at the dinner table. He stood up and said as if in a speech, he turned to Legolas darkly and said making sure he had all attention,
"Legolas Thranduillion, I ask you to undo your warrior braids and hand your weapons over" His last word resounded the hall, and his sons looked up at him in shock, Legolas of all,
"What Ada? Must I…….?" He said loudly and paled instantly, Thranduil eyed him and said cold heartedly,
'I do not wish to repeat myself but, I dishonour you Legolas and you shall become a healer and never a warrior again" Telpion stood abruptly and exclaimed,
"What has he done to make you dishonour him?!" He said scandalized and looked straight at his father,
"He disobeyed me and left his post, he again brought the worries to the surface which I did not need and shall never want again. I dishonour him because I do not think he deserves the respect as a warrior!" Thranduil bellowed and looked at each of his sons; Melrue also stood to stand beside his brother,
"Going to help a brother in need is rewarded with…with dishonouring?!" He cried and gestured to Legolas, but to get a sour nod from his father.
"But Legolas is the greatest warrior of all six of us ada!" Dalen cried and slammed his fist on the table, but across from him Legolas brought his hands to his hair.
He undid the rope that held his braids on the sides of his head together, they fell limply to his shoulder then he threw the rope onto the table and walked to his room.
There he picked up his bow, his quiver and his knives and dumped them on the dinner table and walked outside, his chest heaving deeply and his face quivering.
His family watched him in awe, but his father's face was set in cold, hard stone. He had been dishonoured by his own father, his own king never to be undone to live a healer's life and not the warrior he is.
To stand at the halls and bid farewell, instead of riding off with his brothers once more. To be confined to the palace only, and roam the gardens rarely. To be unaccepted into the royal world and hardly utter a word. These were the respected rules of being dishonoured, and by these Legolas had to accept…..
Legolas ran out to the garden and sat by the fountain, droplets falling into the pool making circular waves. The tears never stopped, they were a never ending rain storm and Legolas's breath was raspy and shaking from crying.
He did bot bother to wipe them away, only to let them flow down his pale cheeks and drop of the edge into the sea. He looked condemningly at the lily flowers floating upon the fountain basin.
He felt the presence of his brothers behind him and they stepped forth to embrace him, but he flinched away and stood up. He bowed his head and hurried of to the healing ward, to be fitted into a healer's robe, his tunics and weapons, burnt.
For many days on end, weeks on end he stayed in this misery and he never uttered a word to his brothers or king, unless he had to.
"Legolas……please, I want to talk to you, we need to talk to you" Dalen said in the kitchens where Legolas sat eating a meal of bread and milk. His brothers stood supporting behind Dalen and looked pleadingly at Legolas. Legolas looked down at the table and said,
"No, I cannot…." And left his unfinished meal and went back to the healing wards. Forever was he swallowed in this mounting misery, his heart condemned and his well dried, used.
He roamed the halls of the palace doing healer duties, he kept his head bowed and never returned to his old room to sleep or see his childhood things once again. He slept in a small bed in the wards; he ate his meals only in the kitchens and was allowed to the gardens once a week.
This cage had been built so it was unbreakable, no one could rescue him now.
His brothers tried everyday to connect with him, talk to him, and show him affection. But he always steered away from them, for he knew he could not even if his heart was crying out.
But as the weeks went by of this life, his brothers noticed he was changing, his face was always pale and his eyes no longer the nice orb blue. But a whitish blue and they always stayed that way, and once when Telpion grabbed his hand it was cold as ice,
"Alas brothers, but do you not see? He is fading to Eru, his life is being spent and his light is dimming. Can we not help him; let his light outshine ours again?" He cried in the dining hall one night, their father ignoring his protests.
He just turned to look at them all and gestured to an invite,
"Lord Celeborn has invited us to go to the fourteen day games in Caras Galadhon, so my sons we must make leave for tomorrow" They all stopped in surprise, and a huge smile came to Dalen's face,
"I can't wait to show Ro and Dan I'm better then them at horse riding!" Melrue sat silent then said very quietly,
"Will Legolas be coming ada?" His father shook his head and Melrue's head dropped along with Dalen's smile,
"Then I am not going ada" Melrue retorted but his father said angrily, "Yes you are!" And that was the end of that discussion; he would be left, all alone.
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