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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
32
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5,070
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Chapter 29
Broken Spirit 29
For Disclaimer and Summary checked in previous chapters.
Beta: Tena
Warning: Possible of Tissues Alert.
Thranduil watched Elrohir as he noticed the orcs, their mouths filled with the red liquid. He wished to say anything to ease the pain and the hurt that been laid upon the elf who seemed frozen in place, but he did not know what he should say.
“Please tell me it is not Estel…” Elrohir mumbled to himself, and to the king he sounded like he was begging.
Thranduil sighed heavily as he moved with the guards to the orcs, slaying them one after another with no mercy.
Then the king turned his head around, noticed the frozen body of Elrohir still settled on the horse. He motioned to the guard to stay next to Master Elrohir, not leaving him alone incase something happened.
Thranduil then found himself staring at the slaughtered orcs that covered his land with blood, though some orcs seemed to cover or hide something or someone beneath them.
The king dismounted his horse and walked near the dead orc and moved his hands to see what was hidden, and noticed the bloodied form of Estel.
He took the boy into his hands and told his royal guard, “Take two guards with you and ride back to the palace, alert the healer, Lord Elrond, that his son was hurt and make sure that everything is ready for our return!”
The guard nodded, and then he motioned to two guards to follow him.
Thranduil watched them go, and then he sighed. He mounted his horse with the help of his guards while he held the boy in his warm hands, and then he rode slowly to where Elrohir was still motionless.
“Elrohir…” Thranduil started to call, his hands stroking blindly in Estel’s hair, and added, “I found your brother…”
This caused a reaction from Elrohir, and he blinked few times before he stared at the king, and then to what he held in his hands.
“Estel?” Elrohir called, his voice choked with emotion.
He got no response of the boy.
Elrohir tried again, as he touched Estel’s bruised cheek gently. He did not to hurt his brother more that he was already.
“Forgive me…” Elrohir said as he lowered his head.
“Why?” A raspy voice though very weak left the boy’s mouth.
“Why what?” Thranduil asked the boy, not knowing what the question is all about.
“Why… for… forgive… you…?” Estel asked, and coughed from the pain in his throat.
Elrohir opened the canteen and helped his brother take slow sips of water, and stared at the boy before he answered, “Forgive me for not saving you sooner, my dear brother.”
Estel raised his head a bit, staring at his brother and noticing how it seemed that his brother avoided his eyes, he said to him with weak voice, “But you did save me, you and the king!”
“But I failed you…” Elrohir started to say, only to be cut by King Thranduil who held his voice calm but stern with care, “You did not failed your brother, young one, you care for him. I on the other hand failed my own son as I thought about the past as I lost my wife, and let the fear of losing another family member, in that case, my son controlled me, and now he hates me.”
Elrohir stared at the king with his mouth open like he wished to say something and yet nothing left from his mouth. He closed his mouth, seemed defeated as he lowered his head over the boy with concerned in his eyes.
“It will be all right, Estel… you will see…” Elrohir tried to cheer the boy up, as he saw how tears falling from his crystal eyes, and his heart ached to see him like this.
Thranduil ached for the crying boy, as he could feel a lone tear flowing from his eyes and down his cheek.
The boy stared at the king as he felt something wet his face, and gave Thranduil a bittersweet smile, and said with a weak voice, “It is all right to cry… my king…” and then Estel went limp, surrounded by the darkness that hunted him since the orcs gave him a lot of pain.
“But I am not crying,” Thranduil told to Elrohir as he could felt the presence of the young elf staring at him with concern. “I am not crying… just to see him hurt, I remembered my own son…”
Elrohir still stared at the king with his concerned eyes. He was not convinced at all, and Estel’s words to the king confirmed his thoughts., Elrohir kept his thoughts to himself, later he would tell the king that he felt Legolas was sdtill living. He knew if he had died, it would destroy the king.
BS29
While in the palace, Elrond and Elladan struggled not to lose hope in healing Princeling Greenleaf.
Elladan stared at his friend, with glimpse of fear, afraid to touch him, afraid to speak, as his friend seemed so lifeless and pale; His Adar told him that he was regaining some color, but to him he still seemed pale like the moon.
“Talk to him, ion-nin; he needs to know that you are there for him, so he will fight against the demons, against the infection. Be his friend.” Elrond suggested softly, hoping to guide his son to not lose hope.
Elladan nodded to his Adar’s words, and then he moved closer so his lips barely touched Legolas’ pale ears, as he spoke the words.
“Fight, mellon-nin, you are not alone,” Elladan said, and then he added, “Me and Adar are here, and your Ada, Estel and Elrohir cannot wait to see your blue sea eyes staring at us. We miss your golden smile, bright and piercing through the shadows in our heart.”
Elrond nodded, and wondered of how truly the words Elladan had spoken were true.
“You must fight!” Elladan whispered; as he cannot bring himself speak loud and with stern voice. He swallowed the lump down his throat.
End of Chapter 29.
For Disclaimer and Summary checked in previous chapters.
Beta: Tena
Warning: Possible of Tissues Alert.
Thranduil watched Elrohir as he noticed the orcs, their mouths filled with the red liquid. He wished to say anything to ease the pain and the hurt that been laid upon the elf who seemed frozen in place, but he did not know what he should say.
“Please tell me it is not Estel…” Elrohir mumbled to himself, and to the king he sounded like he was begging.
Thranduil sighed heavily as he moved with the guards to the orcs, slaying them one after another with no mercy.
Then the king turned his head around, noticed the frozen body of Elrohir still settled on the horse. He motioned to the guard to stay next to Master Elrohir, not leaving him alone incase something happened.
Thranduil then found himself staring at the slaughtered orcs that covered his land with blood, though some orcs seemed to cover or hide something or someone beneath them.
The king dismounted his horse and walked near the dead orc and moved his hands to see what was hidden, and noticed the bloodied form of Estel.
He took the boy into his hands and told his royal guard, “Take two guards with you and ride back to the palace, alert the healer, Lord Elrond, that his son was hurt and make sure that everything is ready for our return!”
The guard nodded, and then he motioned to two guards to follow him.
Thranduil watched them go, and then he sighed. He mounted his horse with the help of his guards while he held the boy in his warm hands, and then he rode slowly to where Elrohir was still motionless.
“Elrohir…” Thranduil started to call, his hands stroking blindly in Estel’s hair, and added, “I found your brother…”
This caused a reaction from Elrohir, and he blinked few times before he stared at the king, and then to what he held in his hands.
“Estel?” Elrohir called, his voice choked with emotion.
He got no response of the boy.
Elrohir tried again, as he touched Estel’s bruised cheek gently. He did not to hurt his brother more that he was already.
“Forgive me…” Elrohir said as he lowered his head.
“Why?” A raspy voice though very weak left the boy’s mouth.
“Why what?” Thranduil asked the boy, not knowing what the question is all about.
“Why… for… forgive… you…?” Estel asked, and coughed from the pain in his throat.
Elrohir opened the canteen and helped his brother take slow sips of water, and stared at the boy before he answered, “Forgive me for not saving you sooner, my dear brother.”
Estel raised his head a bit, staring at his brother and noticing how it seemed that his brother avoided his eyes, he said to him with weak voice, “But you did save me, you and the king!”
“But I failed you…” Elrohir started to say, only to be cut by King Thranduil who held his voice calm but stern with care, “You did not failed your brother, young one, you care for him. I on the other hand failed my own son as I thought about the past as I lost my wife, and let the fear of losing another family member, in that case, my son controlled me, and now he hates me.”
Elrohir stared at the king with his mouth open like he wished to say something and yet nothing left from his mouth. He closed his mouth, seemed defeated as he lowered his head over the boy with concerned in his eyes.
“It will be all right, Estel… you will see…” Elrohir tried to cheer the boy up, as he saw how tears falling from his crystal eyes, and his heart ached to see him like this.
Thranduil ached for the crying boy, as he could feel a lone tear flowing from his eyes and down his cheek.
The boy stared at the king as he felt something wet his face, and gave Thranduil a bittersweet smile, and said with a weak voice, “It is all right to cry… my king…” and then Estel went limp, surrounded by the darkness that hunted him since the orcs gave him a lot of pain.
“But I am not crying,” Thranduil told to Elrohir as he could felt the presence of the young elf staring at him with concern. “I am not crying… just to see him hurt, I remembered my own son…”
Elrohir still stared at the king with his concerned eyes. He was not convinced at all, and Estel’s words to the king confirmed his thoughts., Elrohir kept his thoughts to himself, later he would tell the king that he felt Legolas was sdtill living. He knew if he had died, it would destroy the king.
BS29
While in the palace, Elrond and Elladan struggled not to lose hope in healing Princeling Greenleaf.
Elladan stared at his friend, with glimpse of fear, afraid to touch him, afraid to speak, as his friend seemed so lifeless and pale; His Adar told him that he was regaining some color, but to him he still seemed pale like the moon.
“Talk to him, ion-nin; he needs to know that you are there for him, so he will fight against the demons, against the infection. Be his friend.” Elrond suggested softly, hoping to guide his son to not lose hope.
Elladan nodded to his Adar’s words, and then he moved closer so his lips barely touched Legolas’ pale ears, as he spoke the words.
“Fight, mellon-nin, you are not alone,” Elladan said, and then he added, “Me and Adar are here, and your Ada, Estel and Elrohir cannot wait to see your blue sea eyes staring at us. We miss your golden smile, bright and piercing through the shadows in our heart.”
Elrond nodded, and wondered of how truly the words Elladan had spoken were true.
“You must fight!” Elladan whispered; as he cannot bring himself speak loud and with stern voice. He swallowed the lump down his throat.
End of Chapter 29.