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Title: Broken Glasses 8

Author: Sivan Shemesh

Beta: nautika

Rating: PG-13

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

Disclaimer: Not mine never 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 nature than normal.

8.

The messenger finally returned, and waited for his lord to tell him what to write.

"My lord?" the messenger asked, as he held the feather in his hand, ready to write on the parchment.

"To Thranduil, King of Mirkwood…" Elrond started to dictate to the messenger, his eyes never leaving Legolas, as he hoped that he could fine the right cure, or that the Valar could help him in some way.

"Yes, my lord." The messenger said as he finished the first line, noticing his lord's eyes still staring at the lifeless form in the bed.

'Is this the King's elfling?' the messenger thought wearily.

"My lord?" the messenger called, as he saw his lord still gazing at the elfling.

Elrond lift his head to the messenger and continued with no emotion in his voice, like Legolas was dying in front him, as he did nothing to save him.

After Elrond finished dictating, the messenger bowed and left the room, closing the door to leave his lord alone with the elfling' lifeless form.

Estel opened the door, and stepped inside the room, with Glorfindel following him.

"Mellon?" Glorfindel called, as he caught Elrond's gaze frozen over the elfling.

There was no movement from Elrond.

Estel stepped closer to his Adar, and as his hand touched his father's, it seemed that Elrond woke from his deepest thoughts.

"Ada?" Estel called softly, afraid and worried about his friend.

"I am here, ion…" Elrond turned and knelt beside the boy and stroked his hair.

"What is wrong with Legolas?" Estel asked, as his eyes were on the elfling, not moving his gaze away from him.

"Something bad in the water, I believe," Elrond answered his son, and then he turned to Glorfindel and added, "The Ford River, I think Sauron's creatures poisoned it…"

"What can we do?" Glorfindel asked with curiosity in his eyes, hoping that there is some cure both for the river and for Legolas.

"Send Arwen to chant to the river… she will know what to do…" Elrond said, and then he spoke softly to his human son, "I need you to say some words three times, and then speak to him, telling him some stories that all of us share."

"What words Ada?" Estel asked, as his eyes were on Legolas.

"Estel, ion, look at me," Elrond asked for the boy's attention, and when he had it, he added, "listen to me my son, and listen carefully, because I am going to say it only one time. Are you listening?"

Estel nodded solemnly.

"Lasto beth nîn. Tolo dan nan galad."

"Ada… this is too long… I cannot…" Estel asked him.

"Here, ion, repeat after me, Lasto… come on ion, say it to me." Elrond encouraged him.

"Las… to…" Estel tried.

"Said it as one word now… come on ion, you can do it." Elrond encouraged him.

"Lasto." Estel said with smile upon his face, happy that he said it right.

"Well done ion, now the second word, beth…" Elrond gave him a huge smile that spread all over his face.

"Beth…" Estel repeated.

"You see, ion, you already speak elvish, and I know that you can do it, now the third word. Nמn… it is like – ion nin… remember it, ion." Elrond hoped that his hint would help him to remember how to say it properly.

"This is easy Ada. Nîn… now what is next?" Estel smiled at his Adar with pure excitement in his voice, wishing to hear and learn more of the elvish words that would help Legolas.

"Tolo." Elrond simply said, as he stared over his son, as the light of proud and happy seemed from his eyes.

"To… lo… tolo?" Estel asked his father, who simply nodded.

"It is tolo." Estel said it with a smile, as he stared at his Adar, ready to hear more.

"Now I want to challenge you, and I want you to try to say two words… are you ready?" Elrond grinned at his son.

"Come on Adar… say it." Estel could not wait.

Glorfindel who watched the entire scene, only smiled as he kept staring at the couple; father and son.

"You asked for it, ion, there it is, dan nan… now say it…" Elrond softly said.

"D… da… dan… nan… am I right, ada?"

"Say it again ion." Elrond asked him.

"Dan nan."

"Beautiful ion, now the last word, galad…"

"Ga… l… ad… it is galad." Estel said to his father.

"Wonderful, now can you say it as one sentence?"

"I will try… lasto… nin… beth… tolo nan dan galad… am I right?"

"You say the words right, but not in the right order, I am afraid, but please keep trying, or would you like me to repeat the sentence?" Elrond answered, as he asked the boy again.

"Please repeat it Ada." Estel pleaded to his father.

"Lasto beth nîn. Tolo dan nan galad." Elrond repeated with a grace in his voice.

"What does it mean?" Estel asked with curious as he thought that he had the right to know what he was saying over his friend.

"Hear my voice, come back to the light." Elrond answered his curious boy as the smile seemed never left his face.

"Oh… now I know… I will try it again."

"I am waiting."

"Lasto beth nîn. Tolo dan nan galad… now was I right?" Estel asked his father with a hidden fear that he might be wrong again.

"It was wonderful ion, well done." Elrond answered, and came closer to his son, and hugged him.

"Now, I want you to sit beside him, and say the sentence three times, and then talk to him."

"I will do that Ada, thank you." Estel assured his father gratefully.

End of Chapter 8.

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