Thranduil's Last Breath
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
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Chapter 5
It has been awhile, i know... though i wish that you would not kill me, after you read the chapter.
Evil grin
Title: Thranduil’s Last Breath 5
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta:Niroveka
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Angst, violence, character death. Tissues are needed…
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Summary: Legolas is called home to Mirkwood when he receives word that his father is dying. Aragorn follows.
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5.
Mirkwood
Elrond could not ignore the look, the fearful look that Legolas gave him.
He knew that Legolas feared for his father, as he feared for his best friend; he walked over to Legolas, and tried to calm him down, as if he was his own son, but it did not work. Legolas demanded to see his father at once.
“He is ill, very ill…” Elrond finally answered the frightened prince that stood in front of him, but before he could finish Legolas had fled from him.
“Legolas?” Elrond called, noticing the prince ran quickly to his father’s room.
Elrond ran after him, trying to catch him. He knew how ill the king was, although Legolas would still have many questions and worries that he laid on his shoulders. Elrond knew how tight was the love between father and son.
“Legolas?” he called again, continuing to run after him, only to notice the sight of the prince; his shoulders were slumped in defeat, his face revealing no emotion at the sight of his father lying upon the bed; only the cold eyes seemed to control him, staring out at him from his father’s weak body.
“I did not wish you to see your father...like that…” Elrond whispered to the stunned prince, who still stood where he had ceased running.
Legolas simply stood as he saw the sight of his father; he thought of his vulnerability, with no option to move, or do anything in his condition, in that way. Legolas felt that his father had lost something, as he himself might...if his father died.
Legolas came closer and spoke, his voiced trembling with fear: “A-da?”
When no answer came, he approached and knelt beside his ada’s bed, and whispered with fading voice, “I hope that I have not come too late...only to find that you are... dead…”
Legolas could hear the shallow breathing of his father; he sighed in relief when he saw his father’s chest moving.
“Greenle…” Thranduil said weakly, though he could not finish.
“I am here, Ada…” Legolas cried as he heard his father. He feared that he was going to lose his adar.
His father seemed very weak as he spoke and looked at him; he wished his father would not die on him.
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Near Mirkwood’s border…
Aragorn, Gimli and the twins were close.
They all had worries that might be too late.
Aragorn, on his horse, rode a little ways from his friends; he felt Legolas need for him, for he feared that his friend might lose his senses.
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Three days later…
Elrond watched in fear over the prince and his dying king.
The healers had told him that Legolas had not moved from his father’s bed, nor had he taken rest and eaten properly.
“Legolas?” Elrond whispered, as he stood in the doorway.
Elrond noticed how pale and thin Legolas looked.
“Legolas?” Elrond called again softly.
Still Elrond did not see any movement or receive a response from the prince.
Elrond stepped inside and moved closer to Legolas, placing his hand on the prince’s shoulder.
Legolas jumped from the touch, and turned around to see who disturbed him as he watched his ada.
His eyes fell upon Elrond.
“W…what?” Legolas said weakly, as his throat was dry.
“Take some rest…I will watch him…” Elrond said softly.
“But…” Legolas began to protest, but Elrond cut him off.
“No ‘but’, Legolas,” Elrond interrupted him. His worried eyes glanced over the prince and sighing, he added, “Since you came, you have not eaten or even take any rest. I fear for you.”
“But…but…” Legolas tried to protest again, with tears in his eyes.
“I will watch him, now go…” Elrond cut him off again.
Legolas walked to the door, his shoulders slumped with defeat once more, wishing to stay beside his father’s bed. As he reached the doorway, he turned his eyes back to his Adar, feeling uncomfortable with leaving him there.
“Legolas…” Elrond gave a warning look at the prince, though he hid a small smile.
Legolas walked out, still sobbing in fear and worry.
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“Has…he…left?” Thranduil asked weakly.
“Yes, mellon-nin, he has left.” Elrond answered quietly, kneeling by the bed, watching how the glow from his friend faded before his eyes.
“I…” Thranduil started to speak, but all that was left was a whisper.
“Rest, mellon-nin…” Elrond suggested to his friend.
“No…” Thranduil tried to say louder.
Elrond fear’s grew as he saw Thranduil gasping for air, his breathing becoming ever shallower.
Elrond wrung his hands in despair, wishing he could ease his friend’s condition.
“What can I do?” Elrond asked, his soft eyes gazing into his dying friend’s face.
“Write…will…” Thranduil said weakly, gasping for air.
“Guards!” Elrond shouted desperately, for he could not leave his friend alone.
Galdor, Thranduil’s loyal bodyguard, entered the room.
Galdor had known about his king’s illness; now as he beheld his pale skin and shallow breathing, as he saw his weakness, Galdor’s heart ached, for he loved his king, as much as he had loved the late queen, and prince Legolas.
“Give me leather and parchment, now!” Elrond commanded him.
Galdor had not moved from his position; he did not have the will to leave his king in such a grave condition, for he too, feared for him.
“Do it! Now!” Elrond ordered the guard, relieved when the guard finally left the room.
Elrond turned his eyes back over to his friend, worry and fear growing more and more in his eyes, as he saw how much Thranduil had to exert himself to breath.
“It is not yet your time, mellon-nin…” Elrond said softly, reaching to touch Thranduil’s pale hand.
End of Chapter 5.
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What do you say? Kill Thranduil in the next chapter, or should i let him live morein couple chapters?
Evil grin
Title: Thranduil’s Last Breath 5
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta:Niroveka
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Angst, violence, character death. Tissues are needed…
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Summary: Legolas is called home to Mirkwood when he receives word that his father is dying. Aragorn follows.
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5.
Mirkwood
Elrond could not ignore the look, the fearful look that Legolas gave him.
He knew that Legolas feared for his father, as he feared for his best friend; he walked over to Legolas, and tried to calm him down, as if he was his own son, but it did not work. Legolas demanded to see his father at once.
“He is ill, very ill…” Elrond finally answered the frightened prince that stood in front of him, but before he could finish Legolas had fled from him.
“Legolas?” Elrond called, noticing the prince ran quickly to his father’s room.
Elrond ran after him, trying to catch him. He knew how ill the king was, although Legolas would still have many questions and worries that he laid on his shoulders. Elrond knew how tight was the love between father and son.
“Legolas?” he called again, continuing to run after him, only to notice the sight of the prince; his shoulders were slumped in defeat, his face revealing no emotion at the sight of his father lying upon the bed; only the cold eyes seemed to control him, staring out at him from his father’s weak body.
“I did not wish you to see your father...like that…” Elrond whispered to the stunned prince, who still stood where he had ceased running.
Legolas simply stood as he saw the sight of his father; he thought of his vulnerability, with no option to move, or do anything in his condition, in that way. Legolas felt that his father had lost something, as he himself might...if his father died.
Legolas came closer and spoke, his voiced trembling with fear: “A-da?”
When no answer came, he approached and knelt beside his ada’s bed, and whispered with fading voice, “I hope that I have not come too late...only to find that you are... dead…”
Legolas could hear the shallow breathing of his father; he sighed in relief when he saw his father’s chest moving.
“Greenle…” Thranduil said weakly, though he could not finish.
“I am here, Ada…” Legolas cried as he heard his father. He feared that he was going to lose his adar.
His father seemed very weak as he spoke and looked at him; he wished his father would not die on him.
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Near Mirkwood’s border…
Aragorn, Gimli and the twins were close.
They all had worries that might be too late.
Aragorn, on his horse, rode a little ways from his friends; he felt Legolas need for him, for he feared that his friend might lose his senses.
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Three days later…
Elrond watched in fear over the prince and his dying king.
The healers had told him that Legolas had not moved from his father’s bed, nor had he taken rest and eaten properly.
“Legolas?” Elrond whispered, as he stood in the doorway.
Elrond noticed how pale and thin Legolas looked.
“Legolas?” Elrond called again softly.
Still Elrond did not see any movement or receive a response from the prince.
Elrond stepped inside and moved closer to Legolas, placing his hand on the prince’s shoulder.
Legolas jumped from the touch, and turned around to see who disturbed him as he watched his ada.
His eyes fell upon Elrond.
“W…what?” Legolas said weakly, as his throat was dry.
“Take some rest…I will watch him…” Elrond said softly.
“But…” Legolas began to protest, but Elrond cut him off.
“No ‘but’, Legolas,” Elrond interrupted him. His worried eyes glanced over the prince and sighing, he added, “Since you came, you have not eaten or even take any rest. I fear for you.”
“But…but…” Legolas tried to protest again, with tears in his eyes.
“I will watch him, now go…” Elrond cut him off again.
Legolas walked to the door, his shoulders slumped with defeat once more, wishing to stay beside his father’s bed. As he reached the doorway, he turned his eyes back to his Adar, feeling uncomfortable with leaving him there.
“Legolas…” Elrond gave a warning look at the prince, though he hid a small smile.
Legolas walked out, still sobbing in fear and worry.
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“Has…he…left?” Thranduil asked weakly.
“Yes, mellon-nin, he has left.” Elrond answered quietly, kneeling by the bed, watching how the glow from his friend faded before his eyes.
“I…” Thranduil started to speak, but all that was left was a whisper.
“Rest, mellon-nin…” Elrond suggested to his friend.
“No…” Thranduil tried to say louder.
Elrond fear’s grew as he saw Thranduil gasping for air, his breathing becoming ever shallower.
Elrond wrung his hands in despair, wishing he could ease his friend’s condition.
“What can I do?” Elrond asked, his soft eyes gazing into his dying friend’s face.
“Write…will…” Thranduil said weakly, gasping for air.
“Guards!” Elrond shouted desperately, for he could not leave his friend alone.
Galdor, Thranduil’s loyal bodyguard, entered the room.
Galdor had known about his king’s illness; now as he beheld his pale skin and shallow breathing, as he saw his weakness, Galdor’s heart ached, for he loved his king, as much as he had loved the late queen, and prince Legolas.
“Give me leather and parchment, now!” Elrond commanded him.
Galdor had not moved from his position; he did not have the will to leave his king in such a grave condition, for he too, feared for him.
“Do it! Now!” Elrond ordered the guard, relieved when the guard finally left the room.
Elrond turned his eyes back over to his friend, worry and fear growing more and more in his eyes, as he saw how much Thranduil had to exert himself to breath.
“It is not yet your time, mellon-nin…” Elrond said softly, reaching to touch Thranduil’s pale hand.
End of Chapter 5.
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What do you say? Kill Thranduil in the next chapter, or should i let him live morein couple chapters?