Title: Broken Glasses 6
Author: Sivan Shemesh
Beta:Manon.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Angst. Violence. Jealousy. Fear of abandonment, and more troubles … Tissues are probably needed.
Disclaimer: Not mine ever were. Though I wished it every time I dreamt of Legolas, to be mine.
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.
6.
Elrond and the twins rode quickly, the wind blowing on their faces.
Elrond feared for Legolas, and he hoped that someday Legolas would see him in a different light.
They stopped, however, as Elrohir noticed his horse without its rider galloping towards them as if it was being chased.
"Adar, look, it is my horse, but where is Legolas?" Elrohir asked in fear.
"I hope that nothing has happened to him," Elrond answered. He was worried, wondering where the elfling could be.
Near the Ford River…
Legolas trembled in fear, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
He heard the wargs; they seemed close to him, and he shivered as tears made their way down his cheeks.
He turned his head and noticed the line of trees that were behind him. Looking back in the other direction, he could hear that the wargs seemed closer to him than before.
He turned back to the trees, shaking in fear every time he dared to take a step.
The wargs were in the clearing now, and the leader made its way towards the terrified elfling.
Legolas let go a scream, a sharp scream that caused the birds sitting in the tops of the trees to fly and screech.
Elrond heard the scream, making his heart scream inside. He knew it could only be Legolas, and hoped that the elfling was not hurt, though his mind was telling him otherwise.
"Ada?" Elrohir asked in fear as he heard the scream. "Is it not Legolas?"
Elrond only turned his head towards his child, not daring to say anything, though the look on his face seemed to answer his son's question.
Elrond thought of the horse, and remembered how it had galloped towards them as if something had been chasing it.
"Elrohir, what things would make your horse throw its rider and run away?" Elrond asked.
"You mean what kind of thing that would make my horse throw me or Arwen?"
Elrond nodded.
"Sneaks, if they were around. Yrch, wargs, everything that looks ugly…" Elrohir answered.
Elrond stopped his horse and rode back to the twins, worry on his face. "I hope your horse did not leave the elfling amongst yrch. If that were the case, the King would kill me himself…"
"I hope so too father, but you know the horse. Maybe I need to replace him with another, one which will not let us down…" Elrohir suggested.
Elrond looked steadily at his son and said, "Maybe you should."
Elladan dug his heels into his horse's flanks. He wanted to save Legolas, not listen to his father and brother chatting between themselves. He began to believe that his father did not care much about Legolas after all.
He could hear them calling to him, but he ignored them. Elladan readied his bow, determined to kill whatever it was that was attacking the elfling and save him.
Elrond and Elrohir looked at each other and galloped after Elladan. They soon caught up with him and forced him to slow down. Elrond said, "You should have waited for us, my son."
"Adar," Elladan said, turning to glare at his father, "Legolas' life might be in danger, and yet both of you just talked. Have you considered for once what Legolas might be feeling? I really hope that nothing bad has happened to him; he is such a sweet elfling, and I do care about him."
"But I care about him as well!" Elrond said in a harsh voice.
"Then show it…" Elladan retorted sharply to his father. He really wanted to believe that his father cared as much about Legolas as he did, but his father's actions said otherwise, and it hurt him.
Elrond glanced at his son, recognizing the look, and it pierced him like a sharp dagger. He knew that Elladan was angry at him for talking instead of trying to save Legolas. Elrond sighed heavily and turned his head away from his son, urging his horse forward to where the scream came from and leaving his sons behind.
Elrohir glanced at his brother. "Now look what you have done to father! Are you not ashamed of yourself?" he said, his voice accusatory. With a final glance at his brother, he rode after his father.
Elladan sighed heavily. Lowering his head, he closed his eyes and hummed. He wanted to feel peace in his mind before he rode after them, but the thought of Legolas and his screaming would not let him go. He opened his eyes, and urged his horse to a gallop so that he could try and save the elfling from certain death.
Near the Ford River…
Legolas kept his eyes locked on the wargs as he slowly moved one leg back a step back, followed by the other one.
Legolas noticed the sword that the creature held. He kept his eyes on the sword, ready to duck, when suddenly there was a flashback from the past hitting his mind, and he could see his mother and father smiling at him.
"ADA!" Legolas shouted, hoping that his father might come and save him from these evil creatures.
Legolas could feel water touching his legs. Without thinking, and not knowing of the consequences, he turned and waded into the river. Though there was the look of death in the creatures' eyes, he felt fearless.
He waded deeper into the river, never hearing the Peredhil calling his name, never hearing the sound of sword against sword, never seeing the dead creatures. Unable to swim, the water soon pulled him in.
"Legolas?" Elladan called fearfully. There was no sign of the elfling, and he was afraid that something terrible had happened.
Elrohir turned to his father, his look wary. "Where can he be father? You do not think the wargs ate him?"
Elrond lowered his head, feeling that he had lost the elfling, and knowing that his act would more than likely end the friendship between Mirkwood and Imladris.
Elladan scanned the area, and his eyes locked onto something that was floating in the water. He started to shake in fear, hoping desperately that it was not Thranduil's son, for if it was… he swiftly pushed the thought away.
"Father, look, in the water…" Elladan pointed to the river.
Elrond hurried into the river without a second thought, his son's words, 'Then show it', going through his mind. He knew then that he really wanted to show that he cared for the elfling.
Elrond rolled the body so he could see the face, though he knew from the blond hair that it could only be Legolas.
He swam back to the shore and began to resuscitate him. Soon Legolas started coughing up the water from his lungs and opened his eyes.
Elrond brushed away some hair from Legolas' face, and then he started stroking the elfling's cheeks tenderly, all the while whispering to him words of love.
There was no reaction from Legolas, but still Elrond continued, knowing that the elfling might need time to understand, and to learn.
The twins knelt down next to their father and the elfling, wanting Legolas to feel their comfort and love.
"Legolas?" Elladan turned towards the elfling and began to stroke his hair.
Legolas' eyes never left Elrond's face, though his eyes were glassy and his look distant. He appeared to be in another world; his mouth was half open, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came.
"We should take him home son, I do not want him to become ill," Elrond suggested as he tried to hand the elfling to Elrohir. However, Legolas tightened his grip on Elrond, not wanting to let go.
"You can take him adar. It seems he wants you to hold him…" Elladan teased his father, and then he smiled at the elfling and leaned down to kiss his cheek.
"I want to check on him and make certain that he did not get sick or hurt from the wargs. In the meantime, my sons, I want you to ride ahead to Imladris and prepare a room for Legolas in the healing house. Now, help me to mount my horse," Elrond said, holding the elfling tightly against him. When there was no response, he asked, "Can anyone of you please help me?" His eyes looked pleadingly at his sons.
The twins grinned and helped their father mount his horse, making sure there was no chance for the elfling to fall.
"Now, ride ahead and prepare what I have asked of you. I need to speak with him alone… now off you go…"
The twins rode away, with Elrond riding behind them. His eyes were on the elfling. He sighed deeply, and thought before he opened his mouth to speak.
End of Chapter 6.