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Adult +
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Chapter 15
Title: Aragorn’s Secret Weapon 15
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta's: Manon &Tinorial Peredhil
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Angst full ahead, fluff, and humor. Bad or good endings… lol!
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them for my own evil plans.
Spoiler: Total AU
Summary: Aragorn has a plan on how he will finally beat Legolas. But will Legolas find out? And if he does, what will he do?
Note: Estel’s age is 7, and Legolas's age is 14 and only an elfling compare to the other elves.
Part 1: Family
15.
If a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone; one should keep his friendships in constant repair.
--Samuel Johnson
In Legolas’ room…
Glorfindel and Erestor glared at the princeling with worried eyes. There was something in the prince’s face that didn’t seem right, and they decided to act, if only to see Legolas’ smile once again.
“Legolas?” Erestor called gently, waiting to catch the prince’s attention.
But Legolas did not move. This made Glorfindel and Erestor panic. Why didn’t Legolas react to them?
“Legolas? Please… it is only us, Erestor and Glorfindel. We will not hurt you,” Glorfindel spoke softly. He was relieved when Legolas shifted himself, moving his head to look at them, staring as if desiring some unknown information.
“Legolas? Please say something. Please.” Erestor knelt by him with pleading eyes.
Nothing came.
Glorfindel’s hand gently stroked Legolas’ hair. “Greenleaf, say something. I am worried about you.”
Erestor could see a sparkle in the princeling’s eyes. The advisor wished fervently that it meant hope was returned to Legolas. The prince opened his mouth, but no sound came, until…
“A-da?” A weak sound, but it was there.
Glorfindel, relief coursing through his body, kissed Legolas’s cheek and whispered, “Hannon-le.”
“G… Glorfindel? Where… where is my Adar?” Legolas asked, a surprised look on his face.
“Where do you think, princeling?” Glorfindel smirked at him, moving once again to stroke Legolas’ hair. Legolas move his head and looked away, tears forming in his eyes and cascading down his cheeks. He missed his father, and his mother, and he missed the sound of his friend’s voice almost as much.
“Greenleaf?” Erestor asked, wondering what was going through the elfling’s mind now.
“W… where… are… twins? Estel?” He couldn’t summon the strength to form complete sentences from his dry mouth, but the elder elves understood anyway.
Erestor scanned the room and saw no sign of any of them. He turned to look at Glorfindel before going through the door and heading for the kitchen. Glorfindel smiled at Legolas, ecstatic at hearing the young elf’s voice. He hugged the prince, softly assuring him that the twins and Estel were resting and that he, Legolas, needed rest as well. “They will be back soon, do not be worried,” he soothed with a large smile.
“E… Elladan, I must speak… to Elladan…” Legolas muttered weakly.
“They are not going anywhere, princeling,” Glorfindel said softly, leaning in to kiss his head.
Erestor returned with a glass of water to ease the prince’s dry throat. Glorfindel took the glass from the advisor’s hand and guided it to Legolas’ lips, telling the prince to sip slowly, as it might burn at first. Legolas did as he was told, sipping slowly and letting the water drip down his throat. Then he looked at the lords and smiled, thanking them. “Hannon-le,” he said softly, still feeling tired.
Glorfindel and Erestor spared a glance in each other’s direction, smiling. It seemed that the Greenleaf would be back. They both knew that it would take time to see him play and smile, as he had been addicted to the herbs, but he would be back.
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At the same time…
In the healer’s room
“I did not mean for it to happen, Adar… I feared for Legolas… I thought that I was going to lose my best friend!” Elrohir cried into his father’s shoulder.
“We all feared for Legolas, but ion… Elladan is your twin. Your best friend. Yes, he did make a mistake, but he also asked your forgiveness and you gave him none. You thought only of Legolas, your best friend, and not of your brother.”
“I… I… never meant it to happen, Ada!” Elrohir cried again. He hoped that his twin would open his eyes soon… before he broke down himself.
Elrond hugged his elfling (yes, still an elfling to the father), his youngest elf, and he cared for the younger twin as much as for the elder. To see Elrohir cry like this broke his heart, and as there was still no movement from Elladan, he feared he would lose both of them. Still, he tried to be strongest for Estel.
“I know… I know… neither did I,” Elrond soothed. He could feel the tears on his own face now, joining his son in the grief.
Estel watched both his father and brother as they held each other and cried, and emotion stirred in his heart. Then he noticed something… Elladan!
“Ada? ‘Ro? I think that ‘Dan…” Estel said as he walked closer to them and his eldest brother.
Elladan stirred slowly. Then he began to open his eyes. The light in the room was like a Balrog’s scorching fire washing over him and it blinded him at first. Then his eyes adjusted and he found himself surrounded by familiar faces.
First he noticed the tear tracks down their immortal faces and he wondered, ‘Why are they crying?’ Then he turned his head to see Legolas, his best friend, but the young elf was not in the room. Immediately Elladan feared that the prince had fled home.
“Where… where is Legolas?” Elladan asked.
Elrond put his hand on Elrohir’s shoulder and said, “give him water, his throat is dry. Quickly!”
Elrohir nodded and wept the few tears he had left. He stood at the door, staring back at his brother, and he smiled. The younger twin was glad to see that his brother was alright. He walked to the kitchen with hope shining in his eyes.
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Back to Legolas’s room…
“I… I want… I need to…” Legolas murmured.
“What is it that you need, princeling?” Erestor asked softly.
Glorfindel stroked Legolas’ cheeks and kissed his forehead. He felt that words were not needed, as Legolas only missed his father.
"I… I…” the prince stammered, a slight tinge of fear in his voice.
"We will not hurt you, Legolas. It is alright.” Glorfindel looked directly into the elfling’s eyes when he said this, silently reassuring him.
"I need… to speak with… Ellada…” There. The words were finally said. It was hard for Legolas to say them, but they were out. It released some of the burden from the elf’s heart, as he truly feared for Elladan.
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In the hallway…
Elrohir was walking back to the healing room, but stopped short when he heard his friend’s voice. He entered the room from which the voice had emanated, the water glass still in his hand.
"’Ro?” Legolas seemed genuinely surprised, his voice being the proof.
“It is I,” Elrohir assured him, and then he walked closer to him, and added with joy, “It is ‘Dan, he is awake, and he asked for you…”
Erestor and Glorfindel stared at each other. They grinned. “Tell him that Legolas will join you later on. He just needs to rest,” Erestor said, still smiling.
“I will. Hannon-le,” Elrohir thanked, leaving the room. He headed to the healing room with hope and relief flooding his heart, and a slight bounce in his step.
End of Chapter 15.
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta's: Manon &Tinorial Peredhil
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Angst full ahead, fluff, and humor. Bad or good endings… lol!
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them for my own evil plans.
Spoiler: Total AU
Summary: Aragorn has a plan on how he will finally beat Legolas. But will Legolas find out? And if he does, what will he do?
Note: Estel’s age is 7, and Legolas's age is 14 and only an elfling compare to the other elves.
Part 1: Family
15.
--Samuel Johnson
In Legolas’ room…
Glorfindel and Erestor glared at the princeling with worried eyes. There was something in the prince’s face that didn’t seem right, and they decided to act, if only to see Legolas’ smile once again.
“Legolas?” Erestor called gently, waiting to catch the prince’s attention.
But Legolas did not move. This made Glorfindel and Erestor panic. Why didn’t Legolas react to them?
“Legolas? Please… it is only us, Erestor and Glorfindel. We will not hurt you,” Glorfindel spoke softly. He was relieved when Legolas shifted himself, moving his head to look at them, staring as if desiring some unknown information.
“Legolas? Please say something. Please.” Erestor knelt by him with pleading eyes.
Nothing came.
Glorfindel’s hand gently stroked Legolas’ hair. “Greenleaf, say something. I am worried about you.”
Erestor could see a sparkle in the princeling’s eyes. The advisor wished fervently that it meant hope was returned to Legolas. The prince opened his mouth, but no sound came, until…
“A-da?” A weak sound, but it was there.
Glorfindel, relief coursing through his body, kissed Legolas’s cheek and whispered, “Hannon-le.”
“G… Glorfindel? Where… where is my Adar?” Legolas asked, a surprised look on his face.
“Where do you think, princeling?” Glorfindel smirked at him, moving once again to stroke Legolas’ hair. Legolas move his head and looked away, tears forming in his eyes and cascading down his cheeks. He missed his father, and his mother, and he missed the sound of his friend’s voice almost as much.
“Greenleaf?” Erestor asked, wondering what was going through the elfling’s mind now.
“W… where… are… twins? Estel?” He couldn’t summon the strength to form complete sentences from his dry mouth, but the elder elves understood anyway.
Erestor scanned the room and saw no sign of any of them. He turned to look at Glorfindel before going through the door and heading for the kitchen. Glorfindel smiled at Legolas, ecstatic at hearing the young elf’s voice. He hugged the prince, softly assuring him that the twins and Estel were resting and that he, Legolas, needed rest as well. “They will be back soon, do not be worried,” he soothed with a large smile.
“E… Elladan, I must speak… to Elladan…” Legolas muttered weakly.
“They are not going anywhere, princeling,” Glorfindel said softly, leaning in to kiss his head.
Erestor returned with a glass of water to ease the prince’s dry throat. Glorfindel took the glass from the advisor’s hand and guided it to Legolas’ lips, telling the prince to sip slowly, as it might burn at first. Legolas did as he was told, sipping slowly and letting the water drip down his throat. Then he looked at the lords and smiled, thanking them. “Hannon-le,” he said softly, still feeling tired.
Glorfindel and Erestor spared a glance in each other’s direction, smiling. It seemed that the Greenleaf would be back. They both knew that it would take time to see him play and smile, as he had been addicted to the herbs, but he would be back.
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At the same time…
In the healer’s room
“I did not mean for it to happen, Adar… I feared for Legolas… I thought that I was going to lose my best friend!” Elrohir cried into his father’s shoulder.
“We all feared for Legolas, but ion… Elladan is your twin. Your best friend. Yes, he did make a mistake, but he also asked your forgiveness and you gave him none. You thought only of Legolas, your best friend, and not of your brother.”
“I… I… never meant it to happen, Ada!” Elrohir cried again. He hoped that his twin would open his eyes soon… before he broke down himself.
Elrond hugged his elfling (yes, still an elfling to the father), his youngest elf, and he cared for the younger twin as much as for the elder. To see Elrohir cry like this broke his heart, and as there was still no movement from Elladan, he feared he would lose both of them. Still, he tried to be strongest for Estel.
“I know… I know… neither did I,” Elrond soothed. He could feel the tears on his own face now, joining his son in the grief.
Estel watched both his father and brother as they held each other and cried, and emotion stirred in his heart. Then he noticed something… Elladan!
“Ada? ‘Ro? I think that ‘Dan…” Estel said as he walked closer to them and his eldest brother.
Elladan stirred slowly. Then he began to open his eyes. The light in the room was like a Balrog’s scorching fire washing over him and it blinded him at first. Then his eyes adjusted and he found himself surrounded by familiar faces.
First he noticed the tear tracks down their immortal faces and he wondered, ‘Why are they crying?’ Then he turned his head to see Legolas, his best friend, but the young elf was not in the room. Immediately Elladan feared that the prince had fled home.
“Where… where is Legolas?” Elladan asked.
Elrond put his hand on Elrohir’s shoulder and said, “give him water, his throat is dry. Quickly!”
Elrohir nodded and wept the few tears he had left. He stood at the door, staring back at his brother, and he smiled. The younger twin was glad to see that his brother was alright. He walked to the kitchen with hope shining in his eyes.
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Back to Legolas’s room…
“I… I want… I need to…” Legolas murmured.
“What is it that you need, princeling?” Erestor asked softly.
Glorfindel stroked Legolas’ cheeks and kissed his forehead. He felt that words were not needed, as Legolas only missed his father.
"I… I…” the prince stammered, a slight tinge of fear in his voice.
"We will not hurt you, Legolas. It is alright.” Glorfindel looked directly into the elfling’s eyes when he said this, silently reassuring him.
"I need… to speak with… Ellada…” There. The words were finally said. It was hard for Legolas to say them, but they were out. It released some of the burden from the elf’s heart, as he truly feared for Elladan.
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In the hallway…
Elrohir was walking back to the healing room, but stopped short when he heard his friend’s voice. He entered the room from which the voice had emanated, the water glass still in his hand.
"’Ro?” Legolas seemed genuinely surprised, his voice being the proof.
“It is I,” Elrohir assured him, and then he walked closer to him, and added with joy, “It is ‘Dan, he is awake, and he asked for you…”
Erestor and Glorfindel stared at each other. They grinned. “Tell him that Legolas will join you later on. He just needs to rest,” Erestor said, still smiling.
“I will. Hannon-le,” Elrohir thanked, leaving the room. He headed to the healing room with hope and relief flooding his heart, and a slight bounce in his step.
End of Chapter 15.