Broken Spirit
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
32
Views:
5,071
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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Chapter 30
Broken Spirit 30
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The doors were slammed open, and Elrond found himself staring at the guards that had hurried to tell him what was wrong.
“What is it that bring you here breathless?” Elrond asked, handing each a drink of water, hoping it would help them regain their breath.
“We bear a message from our king, Lord Elrond,” one of the guards replied after he gathered some air, and began breathing steadily, and then he added, “We found the boy…”
Elrond sighed in relief, at least they had found his boy, and he could not bring himself to hear of what they said next, until he heard a cry came from Elladan.
“WHAT? WHY DID YOU NOT BRING HIM WITH YOU?” Elladan asked with a harsh, yet accusing voice to the guards.
The guards did not know what answer to give to this outburst of Elladan's.
Elrond stepped toward his son, and could swear that he saw a sparkle of rage in Elladan’s eyes.
“Be at ease, ion,” Elrond told him, and then he added softly, “They have only done what their king ordered them to do, and I believe that we should be ready for the boy’s coming, along with Thranduil and Elrohir.”
“But we do not know about Estel’s condition, Adar.” Elladan muttered.
“Elladan, now it is not the time for this, you need to leave the anger elsewhere, and to focus on what is in front of you.” Elrond told him.
“Tell us of what you are going to need, Lord Elrond.” One of the guards spoke to him, while waiting to hear about their new assignments.
Elrond turned around, and found himself staring at the unmoving body of Princeling Greenleaf, and then over the soaked bandages that he left on the floor, as a decision filled his mind.
He turned back to the guards and then started to order them, “I need water, and I need to clean the room, which is needs to be clear, and not dirty as it now, before my son arrives.”
The guards nodded and then left casting a look over their shoulders at the still form on the bed.
Elladan faced his father with concerning eyes, and a shaking voice, he asked, “What… what-if?”
Elrond knew what was on his son's mind and tried not to assume the worst until he saw with his own eyes.
“Quit thinking this way, my son,” Elrond told him softly and then he added, “Do not lose hope on your brother, he loves us, he would fight only to be with us.”
Elladan nodded, as he understood the words that his father told him, and now Elladan could not stand and do nothing, he was impatient for the arrival of his brothers and the king.
“Help me, Elladan, until your brothers comes, I need you to stay close to Legolas, keep telling him that he needs to fight, he needs to know that he is not alone.” Elrond told his son, as he noticed that the princeling’s form seemed not to move even if one of them stood next to him and spoke to the Prince.
Elladan moved closer toward his friend’s form, his eyes being locked to his, though Legolas’s eyes were closed, and in that moment, Elladan had the greatest fear of all.
‘How do I know if Legolas is still amongst the living? How should I deal with the pain if he is dead? I do hope that at least Estel is all right… but I do wonder of what will be the feeling of losing my best friend? Would it be like losing my nana?’ Elladan asked himself, not daring to answer the questions that his mind had conjured up, fearing the answer would be to horrifying.
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Thranduil kept holding the boy with firm hands, while Elrohir rode beside him with wary eyes, scanning the bruises that covered his brother, he felt useless, not knowing what to do and say anymore.
Estel was unconscious which made Elrohir act anxiously all the way back to the palace, and Thranduil tried his best to at least calm him down.
“Elrohir,” Thranduil called as he noticed how concern the elf beside him looked though he tried to hide it, then he asked, “What is this thing that hunts you down, and lets your spirit be gone?”
Elrohir did not reply at first, and then he looked at the King, and replied with shaking voice, “I… I… fear that I am going to lose him… I… do… not wish to lose my little brother… I should have come sooner…”
“You will not lose him, and I believe that your father and your other half will do their best to save him, and you should not lose hope on him… remember the great time that you two had together, and do not rely on despair as I did with my son, which only led him to get away from me.” Thranduil told him.
Elrohir nodded, though he said nothing.
“You should remember that time too, Thranduil, and not lose hope of who you love.” Elrohir told the king after a moment of thinking.
“That I will do, mellon-nin,” Thranduil thanked him as he started his horse to a faster pace, and Elrohir followed him, and then the king added, “There is always hope for our beloved ones, and I believed that is why your Adar called the boy ‘Estel’ as the boy gave him hope as he had already lost two elves that he loved, and the boy was the one that gave him strength as you and your brothers gave him some faith and honor, remember that, Master Elrohir.”
Elrohir only nodded, and a smile was soon placed on his face.
End of Chapter 30.
For Disclaimer and Summary checked in previous chapters.
Beta: oli...x
The doors were slammed open, and Elrond found himself staring at the guards that had hurried to tell him what was wrong.
“What is it that bring you here breathless?” Elrond asked, handing each a drink of water, hoping it would help them regain their breath.
“We bear a message from our king, Lord Elrond,” one of the guards replied after he gathered some air, and began breathing steadily, and then he added, “We found the boy…”
Elrond sighed in relief, at least they had found his boy, and he could not bring himself to hear of what they said next, until he heard a cry came from Elladan.
“WHAT? WHY DID YOU NOT BRING HIM WITH YOU?” Elladan asked with a harsh, yet accusing voice to the guards.
The guards did not know what answer to give to this outburst of Elladan's.
Elrond stepped toward his son, and could swear that he saw a sparkle of rage in Elladan’s eyes.
“Be at ease, ion,” Elrond told him, and then he added softly, “They have only done what their king ordered them to do, and I believe that we should be ready for the boy’s coming, along with Thranduil and Elrohir.”
“But we do not know about Estel’s condition, Adar.” Elladan muttered.
“Elladan, now it is not the time for this, you need to leave the anger elsewhere, and to focus on what is in front of you.” Elrond told him.
“Tell us of what you are going to need, Lord Elrond.” One of the guards spoke to him, while waiting to hear about their new assignments.
Elrond turned around, and found himself staring at the unmoving body of Princeling Greenleaf, and then over the soaked bandages that he left on the floor, as a decision filled his mind.
He turned back to the guards and then started to order them, “I need water, and I need to clean the room, which is needs to be clear, and not dirty as it now, before my son arrives.”
The guards nodded and then left casting a look over their shoulders at the still form on the bed.
Elladan faced his father with concerning eyes, and a shaking voice, he asked, “What… what-if?”
Elrond knew what was on his son's mind and tried not to assume the worst until he saw with his own eyes.
“Quit thinking this way, my son,” Elrond told him softly and then he added, “Do not lose hope on your brother, he loves us, he would fight only to be with us.”
Elladan nodded, as he understood the words that his father told him, and now Elladan could not stand and do nothing, he was impatient for the arrival of his brothers and the king.
“Help me, Elladan, until your brothers comes, I need you to stay close to Legolas, keep telling him that he needs to fight, he needs to know that he is not alone.” Elrond told his son, as he noticed that the princeling’s form seemed not to move even if one of them stood next to him and spoke to the Prince.
Elladan moved closer toward his friend’s form, his eyes being locked to his, though Legolas’s eyes were closed, and in that moment, Elladan had the greatest fear of all.
‘How do I know if Legolas is still amongst the living? How should I deal with the pain if he is dead? I do hope that at least Estel is all right… but I do wonder of what will be the feeling of losing my best friend? Would it be like losing my nana?’ Elladan asked himself, not daring to answer the questions that his mind had conjured up, fearing the answer would be to horrifying.
BS30
Thranduil kept holding the boy with firm hands, while Elrohir rode beside him with wary eyes, scanning the bruises that covered his brother, he felt useless, not knowing what to do and say anymore.
Estel was unconscious which made Elrohir act anxiously all the way back to the palace, and Thranduil tried his best to at least calm him down.
“Elrohir,” Thranduil called as he noticed how concern the elf beside him looked though he tried to hide it, then he asked, “What is this thing that hunts you down, and lets your spirit be gone?”
Elrohir did not reply at first, and then he looked at the King, and replied with shaking voice, “I… I… fear that I am going to lose him… I… do… not wish to lose my little brother… I should have come sooner…”
“You will not lose him, and I believe that your father and your other half will do their best to save him, and you should not lose hope on him… remember the great time that you two had together, and do not rely on despair as I did with my son, which only led him to get away from me.” Thranduil told him.
Elrohir nodded, though he said nothing.
“You should remember that time too, Thranduil, and not lose hope of who you love.” Elrohir told the king after a moment of thinking.
“That I will do, mellon-nin,” Thranduil thanked him as he started his horse to a faster pace, and Elrohir followed him, and then the king added, “There is always hope for our beloved ones, and I believed that is why your Adar called the boy ‘Estel’ as the boy gave him hope as he had already lost two elves that he loved, and the boy was the one that gave him strength as you and your brothers gave him some faith and honor, remember that, Master Elrohir.”
Elrohir only nodded, and a smile was soon placed on his face.
End of Chapter 30.