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Are you still here?

Title: Broken Glasses 5?

Author: Sivan Shemesh

Beta:Manon.

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Angst. Violence. Jealousy. Fear of abandonment, and more troubles … Tissues are probably needed.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien, I just borrowed them.

Spoiler: Total AU.

Summary: Jealousy can make you do foolish things.

Note: The twins in this story are older, but only in this story. Estel is 6 years old, while Legolas is 14 years old, and only an elfling compared to the other elves.

Note2: Legolas has a stronger connection with the nature than normal.

5.

During the night…

Legolas stopped weeping as Elrond and Estel left the room. He raised his head and looked towards the window. He began to cry again as he thought of his adar, and wished he was back in Mirkwood.

He got off the bed and left his room, making his way to the stables. He no longer cared; all he wanted was to be with his adar, not matter what. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he did not hear anything around him, and started when he heard Glorfindel's voice.

"Where do you think you are going, princeling?" To Legolas, his voice sounded full of anger and hate, just like Elrond's.

"To… to… the kitchen… I am hungry," Legolas lied, still sobbing.

"You are lying to me, I can see it in your eyes!" Glorfindel exclaimed.

"No… I am hungry." Legolas repeated and tried to convince the lord.

"I see." Glorfindel's voice became softer as he added, "Then, young one, the kitchen is over there." He pointed in the opposite direction to where Legolas was going.

Legolas nodded to him and, bowing slightly to the lord, ran in the direction of the kitchen. Running around a corner, he stopped and hid, waiting for Glorfindel to leave.

Glorfindel watched the elfling run towards the kitchen. He sighed heavily and turned to go to his chamber, not looking back.

Legolas waited in fear, wondering if Glorfindel had stayed and was watching to see if he did go to the kitchen. When he carefully peered around the corner and did not see him, he gave a sigh of relief. He quickly ran from his hiding place towards the stables.

When he got there he mounted the first horse he saw, not caring if the horse was trained or not, and rode away as quickly as he could.

In the morning…

"Ada?" Estel asked his father.

"What is it, my son?" Elrond looked at his son.

"Why does Legolas hate you so?" Estel asked. It hurt him to see his friend in pain.

"I am not the one who can answer that, my son, though I do not have a clue as to why Legolas has it in his mind that I hate him," Elrond confessed.

The door opened and Elrohir entered the room. Elrond could see there was something wrong from the look on his son's face.

"What is it?" Elrond asked.

"My horse is gone… father… someone stole my horse…" Elrohir answered.

"Do not worry my son; we will find your horse." Elrond took Estel by the hand and walked towards Elrohir. With his other hand he gently squeezed his son's shoulder.

"But father, my horse will not allow anyone else to ride him! Do you remember how he almost killed Arwen…" Elrohir mentioned in despair.

"I know, I remember it…"

Then Elrond asked, "Have you checked who is missing?"

"No, father, I have not," Elrohir answered. He walked to the door, then turned around to his father and said, "I will go now and look."

"Let me know…"

"I will father."

It did not take long before Elrohir came bursting through the door with Glorfindel behind him.

"Father…" Elrohir gasped for air.

Elrond looked at his son, wondering what it was that had disturbed him. Glorfindel looked at Elrohir a little impatiently, then turned towards Elrond.

"It is Legolas, my friend. He has run away…" Glorfindel said.

"Are you telling me that it was Thranduil's son who had taken Elrohir's horse in the middle of the night, and nobody saw him?" Elrond asked, his voice betraying his disbelief.

"Father, his name is Legolas…" Estel mentioned to his father.

Elrond leaned down slightly and looked down at his son, and said, "Legolas has run away, my son, and he took your brother's horse."

"I hate Elrohir's horse…" Estel exclaimed, though he was smiling inwardly as he said this.

Elrohir came closer to his father, surprised by his brother's words. He grinned at Estel, and then said, "Father, he hates my horse…"

There was an annoyed look on Elrond's face. "Now, stop you two, this is no laughing matter. This is a very serious situation," Elrond said sternly.

Glorfindel took the advantage of the silence after Elrond's remark and walked over to Elrond. "I saw him last night, though he told me that he was going to the kitchen because he was hungry," he confessed.

"And you believed him?" Elrond asked.

"Not right away…"

"And yet you let him go…" Elrond said in cold voice.

Glorfindel nodded.

No one spoke; everyone had been caught by surprise at what Legolas had done.

"Father, we need to go after him, we need to know how he is faring," Elrohir pointed out.

"Glorfindel, take Estel and keep him occupied. In the meantime, the twins and I will try and find the princeling."

Glorfindel recognized an order when he heard one. "Aye, my lord," he replied. Leaning down to the child, he said, "Come, Estel, let me read you a story…" There was a smile on his face as he said this.

Estel gave a small nod. Glorfindel took his hand, and the two of them left the room.

"Tell to the servants to ready my horse, my son, and then go and find Elladan," Elrond said, and added, "I will prepare my healer's bag."

"I will do it father; I just hope that nothing has happened to Legolas," Elrohir said before he took his leave.

'I hope so too, as I do not wish to face Thranduil,' Elrond thought.

Near the Ford River…

Prince Legolas looked around him, feeling that there might be something wrong.

The horse was restless under him, and he began talking, trying to sooth him. Soon the horse was calm, but Legolas continued to stroke him, whispering softly. Legolas began to relax a little.

The cold morning breeze made him shiver, and tears prickled in his eyes. They soon fell down his cheeks as he remembered his adar and how desperate he was to get back to him.

The sudden noise made Legolas turn his head. He choked, knowing what the sound was, and realized that he was alone, mounted on a horse that did not belong to him.

The horse reared, sensing the danger. He threw Legolas off his back and fled, ignoring the calls from the elfling.

Legolas stood shakily. With growing fear he heard the sounds coming closer.

The wargs were approaching.

End of Chapter 5.

Took one step back, looking at you, can I flee?