Thranduil's Trial
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
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Chapters 14&15
Title: Thranduil’s Trial 14&15
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Manon
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Full of Angst. What do you expect?
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Summary: Legolas was witness to his nana's death and was sent to Rivendell at his father's request, but was unaware of Legolas' secret.
Note: Legolas age is close to 10, according to human age, when he was sent.
Note2: Legolas had stronger connection with nature.
Chapter 14
Mirkwood
Thranduil led his army, his sword drawn, ready to kill whatever was attacking him. His eyes were wary as he tried to focus, not letting the images of his dead wife and the look that was in his son’s eyes get in the way of what he had to do.
His hand tightened around the hilt of his sword as he continued to ride through the forest.
He did not know if he was going to a certain death. But he could feel their eyes upon them, their cold eyes. He could smell the blood from afar, and he knew they were licking their lips, waiting for him, waiting to kill him.
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Imladris…
Two weeks later…
The scout rode quickly, not stopping at the guards’ shouts, not stopping until he fell from the horse.
The twins saw the scout as he rode past them. Even though they were in the middle of their class, they stopped what they were doing and followed the scout.
They could hear their teacher, Saelbeth, shouting for them to come back, but they ignored him, instead walking to their father’s room to alert him about the scout.
Elrond noticed his sons, and started to wonder why they were not in the class, as they should be.
"Are there no studies today?" Elrond asked in curiosity.
"Aye, there is father, but…" Elladan answered, and let his twin complete his sentence, "A scout has arrived and he interrupted the class," Elrohir lied a little.
"Scout, you say? Can you remember the color of his clothes, that might help?" Elrond asked.
"No father," they answered as one.
Elrond left his room and the twins followed him. Elrond stopped as he saw the scout and his own patrol around the scout.
The scout wore green and brown, and Elrond had an idea as to where this elf came from.
"My lord?" The scout spoke. His breaths were fast and harsh.
Elrond could hear his harsh breaths, and hurried towards him, catching the scout before he fell from the horse.
"Bring him to the healing room!" Elrond ordered to his guards, and then he went over to his sons and said to them, "Make sure that Glorfindel and Legolas do not come near the healing room."
"Yes, father…" Elladan said, and smiled at his twin.
They left, both smiling as they knew their class was over for the day. The scout’s arrival had made certain of that.
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"WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME ALONE WITH SAELBETH?" Arwen shouted to her brothers. She was as angry as the orcs of Mordor, her eyes like sharp daggers ready to kill with no mercy.
The twins were surprised when they could not sense their sister’s presence, and the happiness they felt from earlier disappeared.
They tried to apologize, but it only made Arwen more angry, as she had to suffer through the lecture that Saelbeth gave her when her brothers left.
"WHY IS IT THAT EVERYTIME YOU RUN AWAY FROM THE CLASS, I AM THE ONE THAT SUFFERS UNDER HIS HANDS, WHY?" Arwen kept her eyes on her brothers’ faces, and they began to feel very uncomfortable under her gaze.
The twins took one step back, wishing they could run away, but then noticed the look in their sister’s eyes. Their eyes widened, knowing they were in big trouble.
"DON’T YOU EVER TRY TO RUN AWAY FROM ME! I WILL HUNT AND HUNT YOU UNTIL YOU BEG FOR ME TO STOP!" Arwen warned them and stepped closer towards them.
She saw that they were shaking, and she smiled.
She started to think of a plan that would make her brothers pay of all of the yelling and everything else that she had been put through. But the sound of a sweet elfling approaching put paid to that as Glorfindel approached with the elfling in his arms.
"Why are you not in class? Saelbeth is looking for you, and he looked like the Balrog that I killed." Glorfindel said to them, having met an angry Saelbeth.
"But… ada… you have already told me the story…" Legolas said quietly when he heard Glorfindel say the word ‘Balrog’.
"I did?" Glorfindel teased the elfling.
Legolas nodded in reply, and smiled at his adar.
Arwen repeated her question, as she was curious to know too why the twins had disappeared.
"Tell us, brothers, if you may, why you left?" Arwen hissed at them.
Elladan looked towards his twin, and teased him with a shy smile. "Tell them, brother…"
Elrohir looked back at his twin, and poked him as he whispered in his ear, "Have you forgotten what father said before? He told us not to mention anything to Glorfindel and Legolas."
Elladan kept staring at the elves that were standing in front of him. Feeling insecure, he stammered, "I… we… I cannot tell you… father asked not to say anything…"
"What do you mean by that?" Glorfindel asked curiously, a sparkle in his eyes. He was as curious as a cat, sneaking around.
Elladan held his twin’s hand, and said to them, "We have to go." They were trying not to look at the other elves.
When Glorfindel saw the twins starting to move, he passed Legolas over to Arwen and stopped Elladan and Elrohir from leaving. He was determined to find the answers to the mystery.
He led them towards the garden warning them as they walked. "I know that you have been hiding something, I could sense the fear in your heart. I can also feel you trembling; you are both shaking like a leaf that has been buffeted by the wind so many times that it is ready to fall."
The twins could only stare at the lord. They were afraid, and Glorfindel could see their fears as he stared into their eyes.
"Where is Legolas?" Elrohir asked as he broke the silence.
"He is still with Arwen. Now if you do not mind, I would like you to answer my questions, or I might find myself doing something that I might regret on later," Glorfindel warned. His eyes had turned cold like ice.
"Will you promise that you will say nothing to Ada?" Elladan asked.
"It will depend on what you tell me," Glorfindel answered.
"A scout from Mirkwood has arrived here, wounded and in very bad shape. Father ordered us that neither you nor Legolas should go near the healing room," Elladan said, staring into the lord’s eyes, hoping for some understanding.
"I see. I think that your father was afraid of Legolas’ reaction, and that he feared Thranduil would appear here sooner or later," Glorfindel wondered aloud. Then he turned to the twins and a smile replaced his stern expression. "Thank you for telling me this. Now hurry back to your class."
"But…" Elladan started to say, but then he noticed the angry face of Glorfindel, who said to the twins in very clear voice as he asked them, "Which of those words that I said to you only a second ago did you not understand? You have a class, and the class is not over yet… so off you go…"
Chapter 15
With defeat in their eyes, the twins left, while Arwen greeted Glorfindel with a large smile.
“Hannon-le, my lord,” she said, still smiling.
Glorfindel nodded, and then asked, “Could you look after him for a few moments?”
Arwen nodded, and took the elfling in her arms.
“Ada? Where are you going?” Legolas asked, suddenly nervous.
“I… I need to be away for few moments, but I will be back as soon as I can, ion-nin, I promise.” Glorfindel caressed the princeling’s face and kissed his cheek, before whispering in his ears, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Ada,” Legolas said and kissed Glorfindel’s cheek.
Glorfindel gave one last look at the elfling before he headed toward Elrond’s room.
He felt that he needed to know why Elrond was trying to keep him in the dark, and not letting him know what was going on.
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Arriving at Elrond’s room, Glorfindel knocked on the door. When there was no answer, he turned to the guards and asked for their lord’s whereabouts.
“He is in the healing room, my lord.”
Glorfindel nodded and thanked them before walking to the healing room. He knocked on the door and immediately received a response.
“Come in.”
Elrond stared at the opening door and seemed surprised to see Glorfindel entering the room. He snapped at him without thinking, “What are you doing here?”
Glorfindel found himself staring at Elrond with shock on his face. He swallowed and then answered as calmly as he could, “To see what was going on. Do you want me to leave?”
Elrond’s eyes were locked with Glorfindel’s as he answered, “You can stay. Where is Legolas?”
“He is in the safe hands of Arwen. But what I want to know is what is going on in here? Why do you not want Legolas and me here?” Glorfindel asked curiously he stared at the lord, his gaze bright.
Elrond stared into his friend’s eyes, and he sighed heavily before answering, “Do you remember how Legolas reacted the last time when I mentioned his father?” Elrond asked. When he saw Glorfindel nod, he continued, “I am afraid that if Thranduil does not come it might get worse. We will be left in the shadows for we still do not know why Legolas acts that way, and I would prefer to see him safe, than to be sorry.”
Glorfindel walked toward Elrond and took Elrond’s hands in his. “Now I understand, mellon-nin,” he said softly.
Elrond nodded and left Glorfindel’s side to approach the wounded messenger. He knelt beside the bed to check on him.
Glorfindel stood in the room, watching his friend. Then he walked over to the window and looked out, only to see that Arwen had allowed the elfling to run across the open field. His heart ached as he watched Legolas running and laughing, and his heart was filled with happiness and love for the princeling.
Glorfindel could feel tears falling down his face. He cried quietly of happiness, his eyes never leaving Legolas, watching every move the elfling made.
Glorfindel felt Elrond’s hand on his shoulder, but he did not want to lose sight of Legolas.
“Go to him, and send Arwen back to class where she should be,” Elrond said.
Glorfindel gave a slight nod and then turned to the lord. “Well, I think that Arwen needs to be released from them, as your ‘orcs’ need to be in class more than she does.” Elrond shook his head and then looked at his friend with a blank expression on his face.
Noticing Elrond’s look, Glorfindel continued, his expression serious. “I have heard some rumors that they have been missing classes, whereas Arwen has had to take all that Saelbeth gave her, whether being shouted at or having to take more lessons while her brothers had disappeared.”
Elrond looked at him with sharp eyes, and then he stared out of the window. Both could hear Arwen’s laughter floating through the air.
Elrond nodded and was about to say something, but Glorfindel didn’t give him a chance. “I will deal with them,” he said, “while you deal with the king when he comes. And when he does, I would like know, mellon nin.”
“All right then mellon,” Elrond agreed and continued, a smile now on his face, “I will take on Mirkwood, and you can deal with the twins. Oh Valar, how I wish to see you teach them.”
Glorfindel chuckled as he nodded, and then he left the room, leaving his friend to continue, not wanting to disturb the healer in his work.
TBC...
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Manon
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Full of Angst. What do you expect?
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Summary: Legolas was witness to his nana's death and was sent to Rivendell at his father's request, but was unaware of Legolas' secret.
Note: Legolas age is close to 10, according to human age, when he was sent.
Note2: Legolas had stronger connection with nature.
Mirkwood
Thranduil led his army, his sword drawn, ready to kill whatever was attacking him. His eyes were wary as he tried to focus, not letting the images of his dead wife and the look that was in his son’s eyes get in the way of what he had to do.
His hand tightened around the hilt of his sword as he continued to ride through the forest.
He did not know if he was going to a certain death. But he could feel their eyes upon them, their cold eyes. He could smell the blood from afar, and he knew they were licking their lips, waiting for him, waiting to kill him.
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Imladris…
Two weeks later…
The scout rode quickly, not stopping at the guards’ shouts, not stopping until he fell from the horse.
The twins saw the scout as he rode past them. Even though they were in the middle of their class, they stopped what they were doing and followed the scout.
They could hear their teacher, Saelbeth, shouting for them to come back, but they ignored him, instead walking to their father’s room to alert him about the scout.
Elrond noticed his sons, and started to wonder why they were not in the class, as they should be.
"Are there no studies today?" Elrond asked in curiosity.
"Aye, there is father, but…" Elladan answered, and let his twin complete his sentence, "A scout has arrived and he interrupted the class," Elrohir lied a little.
"Scout, you say? Can you remember the color of his clothes, that might help?" Elrond asked.
"No father," they answered as one.
Elrond left his room and the twins followed him. Elrond stopped as he saw the scout and his own patrol around the scout.
The scout wore green and brown, and Elrond had an idea as to where this elf came from.
"My lord?" The scout spoke. His breaths were fast and harsh.
Elrond could hear his harsh breaths, and hurried towards him, catching the scout before he fell from the horse.
"Bring him to the healing room!" Elrond ordered to his guards, and then he went over to his sons and said to them, "Make sure that Glorfindel and Legolas do not come near the healing room."
"Yes, father…" Elladan said, and smiled at his twin.
They left, both smiling as they knew their class was over for the day. The scout’s arrival had made certain of that.
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"WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME ALONE WITH SAELBETH?" Arwen shouted to her brothers. She was as angry as the orcs of Mordor, her eyes like sharp daggers ready to kill with no mercy.
The twins were surprised when they could not sense their sister’s presence, and the happiness they felt from earlier disappeared.
They tried to apologize, but it only made Arwen more angry, as she had to suffer through the lecture that Saelbeth gave her when her brothers left.
"WHY IS IT THAT EVERYTIME YOU RUN AWAY FROM THE CLASS, I AM THE ONE THAT SUFFERS UNDER HIS HANDS, WHY?" Arwen kept her eyes on her brothers’ faces, and they began to feel very uncomfortable under her gaze.
The twins took one step back, wishing they could run away, but then noticed the look in their sister’s eyes. Their eyes widened, knowing they were in big trouble.
"DON’T YOU EVER TRY TO RUN AWAY FROM ME! I WILL HUNT AND HUNT YOU UNTIL YOU BEG FOR ME TO STOP!" Arwen warned them and stepped closer towards them.
She saw that they were shaking, and she smiled.
She started to think of a plan that would make her brothers pay of all of the yelling and everything else that she had been put through. But the sound of a sweet elfling approaching put paid to that as Glorfindel approached with the elfling in his arms.
"Why are you not in class? Saelbeth is looking for you, and he looked like the Balrog that I killed." Glorfindel said to them, having met an angry Saelbeth.
"But… ada… you have already told me the story…" Legolas said quietly when he heard Glorfindel say the word ‘Balrog’.
"I did?" Glorfindel teased the elfling.
Legolas nodded in reply, and smiled at his adar.
Arwen repeated her question, as she was curious to know too why the twins had disappeared.
"Tell us, brothers, if you may, why you left?" Arwen hissed at them.
Elladan looked towards his twin, and teased him with a shy smile. "Tell them, brother…"
Elrohir looked back at his twin, and poked him as he whispered in his ear, "Have you forgotten what father said before? He told us not to mention anything to Glorfindel and Legolas."
Elladan kept staring at the elves that were standing in front of him. Feeling insecure, he stammered, "I… we… I cannot tell you… father asked not to say anything…"
"What do you mean by that?" Glorfindel asked curiously, a sparkle in his eyes. He was as curious as a cat, sneaking around.
Elladan held his twin’s hand, and said to them, "We have to go." They were trying not to look at the other elves.
When Glorfindel saw the twins starting to move, he passed Legolas over to Arwen and stopped Elladan and Elrohir from leaving. He was determined to find the answers to the mystery.
He led them towards the garden warning them as they walked. "I know that you have been hiding something, I could sense the fear in your heart. I can also feel you trembling; you are both shaking like a leaf that has been buffeted by the wind so many times that it is ready to fall."
The twins could only stare at the lord. They were afraid, and Glorfindel could see their fears as he stared into their eyes.
"Where is Legolas?" Elrohir asked as he broke the silence.
"He is still with Arwen. Now if you do not mind, I would like you to answer my questions, or I might find myself doing something that I might regret on later," Glorfindel warned. His eyes had turned cold like ice.
"Will you promise that you will say nothing to Ada?" Elladan asked.
"It will depend on what you tell me," Glorfindel answered.
"A scout from Mirkwood has arrived here, wounded and in very bad shape. Father ordered us that neither you nor Legolas should go near the healing room," Elladan said, staring into the lord’s eyes, hoping for some understanding.
"I see. I think that your father was afraid of Legolas’ reaction, and that he feared Thranduil would appear here sooner or later," Glorfindel wondered aloud. Then he turned to the twins and a smile replaced his stern expression. "Thank you for telling me this. Now hurry back to your class."
"But…" Elladan started to say, but then he noticed the angry face of Glorfindel, who said to the twins in very clear voice as he asked them, "Which of those words that I said to you only a second ago did you not understand? You have a class, and the class is not over yet… so off you go…"
With defeat in their eyes, the twins left, while Arwen greeted Glorfindel with a large smile.
“Hannon-le, my lord,” she said, still smiling.
Glorfindel nodded, and then asked, “Could you look after him for a few moments?”
Arwen nodded, and took the elfling in her arms.
“Ada? Where are you going?” Legolas asked, suddenly nervous.
“I… I need to be away for few moments, but I will be back as soon as I can, ion-nin, I promise.” Glorfindel caressed the princeling’s face and kissed his cheek, before whispering in his ears, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Ada,” Legolas said and kissed Glorfindel’s cheek.
Glorfindel gave one last look at the elfling before he headed toward Elrond’s room.
He felt that he needed to know why Elrond was trying to keep him in the dark, and not letting him know what was going on.
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Arriving at Elrond’s room, Glorfindel knocked on the door. When there was no answer, he turned to the guards and asked for their lord’s whereabouts.
“He is in the healing room, my lord.”
Glorfindel nodded and thanked them before walking to the healing room. He knocked on the door and immediately received a response.
“Come in.”
Elrond stared at the opening door and seemed surprised to see Glorfindel entering the room. He snapped at him without thinking, “What are you doing here?”
Glorfindel found himself staring at Elrond with shock on his face. He swallowed and then answered as calmly as he could, “To see what was going on. Do you want me to leave?”
Elrond’s eyes were locked with Glorfindel’s as he answered, “You can stay. Where is Legolas?”
“He is in the safe hands of Arwen. But what I want to know is what is going on in here? Why do you not want Legolas and me here?” Glorfindel asked curiously he stared at the lord, his gaze bright.
Elrond stared into his friend’s eyes, and he sighed heavily before answering, “Do you remember how Legolas reacted the last time when I mentioned his father?” Elrond asked. When he saw Glorfindel nod, he continued, “I am afraid that if Thranduil does not come it might get worse. We will be left in the shadows for we still do not know why Legolas acts that way, and I would prefer to see him safe, than to be sorry.”
Glorfindel walked toward Elrond and took Elrond’s hands in his. “Now I understand, mellon-nin,” he said softly.
Elrond nodded and left Glorfindel’s side to approach the wounded messenger. He knelt beside the bed to check on him.
Glorfindel stood in the room, watching his friend. Then he walked over to the window and looked out, only to see that Arwen had allowed the elfling to run across the open field. His heart ached as he watched Legolas running and laughing, and his heart was filled with happiness and love for the princeling.
Glorfindel could feel tears falling down his face. He cried quietly of happiness, his eyes never leaving Legolas, watching every move the elfling made.
Glorfindel felt Elrond’s hand on his shoulder, but he did not want to lose sight of Legolas.
“Go to him, and send Arwen back to class where she should be,” Elrond said.
Glorfindel gave a slight nod and then turned to the lord. “Well, I think that Arwen needs to be released from them, as your ‘orcs’ need to be in class more than she does.” Elrond shook his head and then looked at his friend with a blank expression on his face.
Noticing Elrond’s look, Glorfindel continued, his expression serious. “I have heard some rumors that they have been missing classes, whereas Arwen has had to take all that Saelbeth gave her, whether being shouted at or having to take more lessons while her brothers had disappeared.”
Elrond looked at him with sharp eyes, and then he stared out of the window. Both could hear Arwen’s laughter floating through the air.
Elrond nodded and was about to say something, but Glorfindel didn’t give him a chance. “I will deal with them,” he said, “while you deal with the king when he comes. And when he does, I would like know, mellon nin.”
“All right then mellon,” Elrond agreed and continued, a smile now on his face, “I will take on Mirkwood, and you can deal with the twins. Oh Valar, how I wish to see you teach them.”
Glorfindel chuckled as he nodded, and then he left the room, leaving his friend to continue, not wanting to disturb the healer in his work.
TBC...