Super Nanny in Middle Earth

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Beta: Oli

Chapter 5

“Aye, you can.” Glorfindel replied with a smile, hoping it would ease the fear within the elf next to him.

“What could he find in Süril?” Lindir asked, catching the elf lord with his mouth open.

“I do not know, you need to ask him, he might know why, mellon-nin.” Glorfindel answered to him.

“I will,” Lindir said, and added, “After we have caught them and brought them to the house.”

Glorfindel nodded and grinned as a thought crossed into his mind, ‘It won’t be easy… they are faster than us…’

“Come on, let us see where they are hiding.” Lindir said to the Lord.

“I hope they haven't gone to the waterfall....” Glorfindel said out loud as the thought crossed his mind, hoping at the same time that it was not so, because behind the waterfall was a cave, and the waters fell at a deafening rate, the Balrog slayer was afraid that one of the elflings could get caught in the current and... he quit that thought, not wanting another victim because of the river.

~*~

Back to Mirkwood…

King Thranduil and the healer, Gîl ate all the meals that the maid brought, as they watched the elfling.

Both of them watched how the color came back to the princeling’s body. Thranduil smiled.

Gîl, moved closer to the princeling’s body, he checked the wounds, noticed that some of them disappearing, and some would leave a scar upon the fragile body.

He knew that the king watched him as he scanned the wounds, and said to him, “He seems all right, Thranduil, all we have left to do, is to see his blue eyes wide open, and to see his beautiful smile shine on us.”

Thranduil nodded at him, he could not wait himself, to see his elfling back again, smiling.

“My sweet elfling,” Thranduil said, and leant his face closer to Legolas’s and kissed his soft cheek, letting him know that he is there with him, and he is not alone, “Let me see your eyes, Greenleaf… I missed you so much…”

Gîl smiled as he noticed the princeling stir, and opened his beautiful eyes.

“A-da?” he said weakly.

Gîl took a glass of water, and with the help of the king, he lifted his head, and let the elfling take several sips, before setting the glass back on the desk beside the bed.

“A-da?” Legolas called again, trying to find his Adar.

“I am here, next to you, ion…” Thranduil tried to reassure to his son, that he was close to him, having never left his side, not for a moment.

“A-da? Save me… they want to eat me…” Legolas let out a cry, staring at his Adar with his blue sea pleading eyes.

Thranduil stroked his son’s golden hair, and asked him softly, “Who wants to eat my son? Only I am allowed to eat my sweet elfling.”

Legolas smiled at his Adar, and then he answered, “Creatures… in the forest, Ada… will you kill them?”

“No, I will not, I will be here by your side, ion-nin,” Thranduil said, and then he added, “but I can send the guards to kill them…”

“I love you Ada…” Greenleaf said smiling at his Ada.

“I love you too, ion-nin, my sweet golden elfling…” Thranduil mumbled, and hugged his son, letting him know that he was safe.

Gîl felt uncomfortable as he stared at them, he felt that they should be alone, and his presence was not needed anymore.

But the king had other thoughts, as he noticed, the healer walk, intending to leave.

He called, “Gîl, come over here.”

The healer did so, as he came closer to the bed, staring at his king, waiting to know what his presence was needed for.

“My son wants to tell you something, Gîl.” Thranduil said to him.

Gîl wondered what Princeling Greenleaf wanted to tell him.

“Hannon-le for saving my life, and taking care of my Ada.” Greenleaf said to him, causing the healer to hold back the tears as he heard him.

Gîl stared at the king, wanting to ask permission to hug the princeling, but before he could do so, Thranduil said to him, “Yes you can hug my ion, but be quick as I want him back in my arms.”

The healer smiled, and asked the elfling, “Can I hug you, sweet one?”

The princeling only smiled, stared at his Ada, and then he set his eyes upon the healer and nodded.

Gîl hugged the elfling being aware of the wounds, not wishing to hurt him, and he knew that at nights, the king would have to deal with the nightmares that the princeling might have.

“Thank you,” he said to him, “You are very sweet, Princeling Greenleaf, and remember it: I do not wish to see you in the healer’s room, I want to see you outside playing, laughing.”

“I know… Ada would want to see me too.” Greenleaf said to him, and then he pulled himself from the hug.

He felt tired.

Thranduil thanked the healer, and stared at his son, Gîl, said to the king, “He needs to rest, he is still weak.”

Thranduil ruffles his son golden hair, “Rest ion, you need your strength.”

“Only if you promise me something Ada.” Greenleaf said in a sleepy voice.

“What is it, ion-nin?” Thranduil asked.

“Promise me, that you will sleep too.” Greenleaf replied, he can't be asleep yet as he still speaks ahead.

“I promise ion, now sleep.” Thranduil replied, though he never expected his son’s next move.

“Gîl?” the elfling called.

“Yes, princeling Legolas?” Gîl asked him, and moved closer to the princeling, he hoped that he was not under some source of pain because of the wounds.

“Let me know, if my Ada breaks it…” Legolas replied, and his body went limp.

‘I will.’ Gîl said to himself, and watched both the king and his son, resting. He smiled.

~*~

Imladris…

Lindir and Glorfindel searched for the elflings, but they could not find them.

“Where are they?” Lindir asked Glorfindel, hoped that he at least would have some answer.

“I do not know, but I am certain that they know where to hide, and we are not looking in the right place right now, I can tell you that, mellon-nin.” Glorfindel replied to him; while he scanned the area, hoping to find them.

“Where do you think that we should look for them?” Lindir asked, as he found himself not knowing what to do next.

“Behind bushes, up the trees, and the list goes on, and on, mellon-nin,” Glorfindel replied, he looked at the sky, and added, “Meet me near the house whether you have caught any of them or not before the light vanishes from the sky.”

Lindir nodded, and left walking toward the line of trees. While Lord Glorfindel walked to the river, where the bushes there were tall enough to hide them.

Lindir chose one tree, and started to climb, and then jumped from branch to branch, with hope to find them before the light faded.

While climbing he felt something hit him in the shoulders, he dared to look up, and another thing hit him in his face.

“Apples, are you hitting me with apples?” Lindir asked, as he noticed one of the twins catching some apples, and take another aim to hit him.

Lindir ducked, before the apple could hit his face again.

Lindir found himself in trouble, trapped, as he could not climb down, he felt several hit his body, bruising it.

He looked down to see the other twin hit him with the remaining apples on the ground.

‘Valar, help me…’ Lindir prayed, and hoped that he will be saved soon.

Glorfindel walked toward the river, searching between the bushes, hoping to find some elfling, and take him back to the house.

He checked behind any one of the bushes, but saw no one. He grew concerned, and then he could hear splash, he turned to look at the river, only to see the flying rock on it, but nothing of the elflings.

Glorfindel started to pace, along the river, checking any one of the bushes, and turned around quickly as he heard strange voices, but nothing of the elflings.

He grew worried, as he looked upon the sky, noticing that he had to find them soon before the light disappeared as he did not wish to look for them under the light of a lantern.

“Orophin, Rúmil, Elladan, Elrohir, show your faces now, I hope you can face you Adar or your Gwador and just to let you know, Estel is still feeling sick, and I did not see either of you on his side.” He called aloud, hoping that they caught the bait he trapped for them.

But still he could see nothing. He sighed heavily, and went to stare at the river, frustratingly and he did wonder if Lindir had any success. He looked upon the sky again, noticed that it was the time, where he should be in the house, as Lindir must be waiting for him. He sighed again.

He felt hands pushing him down the river. He was getting very angry of all a sudden, as once his body touched the cold water, he took a glance upon the edge of the river only to notice, Haldir’s brothers staring at him, and laughing out loud.

“I will get you for this.” He warned them, and yet, they continued, laughing at him, like nothing had happened.

Glorfindel swam toward the edge and climbed up, and with that, Orophin and Rתmil took the cue, and ran toward the house.

The Balrog Slayer was defeated by elflings. He was angry for letting them win this round.

He walked toward the house, but did not see Lindir around, he was worried, hoped that he did not fall to the twins madness as he fell upon Haldir’s brothers.

“Lindir,” he called, he could hear calling for help coming from the trees.

He walked toward the tree line, and stopped when he noticed Elrohir throwing apples over someone, at the tree.

Glorfindel came closer, only to notice Lindir trying to duck from all the hitting he got from both sides; up and down.

“Elrohir, and Elladan, do you wish me to tell your Adar about this? After all, he could guess that you were hitting the lord, when he took him to the healer’s room, though his hands are busy taking care of your little brother, as he is still sick.” Glorfindel let them know, hoping that they will stop what are they doing, and go to the house.

He sighed in relief when Elladan climbed down the tree, using Lindir’s body as support as he jumped to the soft ground.

The twins left running ahead of the lords, who were trying to lick their wounds, as the elflings seemed to beat each of them.

Lindir climbed down once they left him, and then when he was safe, he waves his hands which hurt him clinging to the tree trunk to stop himself from falling to the ground and hurting himself more severely.

“Are you hurt, my friend?” Glorfindel asked him, noticed the bruises in the young lord’s face.

“Not worst than I feel, Lord Glorfindel.” Lindir answered.

Lindir looked upon Glorfindel, noticing his body was wet, as water dropping from his hair and clothes, he asked, “What has happened to you, my lord?”

“I was caught by Orophin and Rúmil, they pushed me toward the river, in the cold, and never stopped laughing,” Glorfindel answered, and noticed the grin that lay upon Lindir, he added with a smile, “I warned them that I will get then for that…”

“And what they did they do?” Lindir asked, as he cut him.

“They continued laughing at me, but ran away as I swam toward the river edge.”

“We need to do something about them,” Lindir mumbled, and unconsciously he told of the thought that crossed his mind, “Maybe Gandalf the Grey could come to help us with them.”

Glorfindel nodded and said nothing, as both of them walked to the house.

When they entered the house they checked each room along the hallway, looking for the elflings.

Laughter, they could hear laughter come from the healer’s room, Lord Glorfindel and Lord Lindir, exchange glances, and then, both of them walked toward the hallway to the healer’s room, to see of what it was about and why there is laughing in the room?

The door of the healer’s room was closed, Lindir went to open it, and frowned, as he was the first one to let the elflings throw something at him.

The laughter was strong and Glorfindel stared at the young lords as they stared back at him with innocent looks upon there faces when they saw his clothes were wet.

Glorfindel and Lindir could see smile upon Elrond’s and even Erestor’s faces, though they sighed in relief when they saw Estel moving, and laughing at them.

Lord Glorfindel noticed one thing, Haldir was not even in the room, and so he did not know what his brothers did to the others. In fact, Glorfindel had a feeling that someone else occupied him.

Elrond stood and walked toward the wet lords, though he noticed the bruises upon Lindir, but saying nothing to him, at least until the elflings walked back to bed, and then letting a visible relief set upon his face.

But he knew that it wouldn’t happen, as they will not let the lords to do his job as an Adar.

Erestor stood, and walked toward the elflings, and knelt beside them and whispered to them something, and then, all the lords could see how Lord Erestor lead the way into the hallway, two went into there rooms and then the two remaining elflings he lead to the guest rooms and closed the door after he entered their room.

“What was that all about?” Elrond asked, as he noticed how Lord Erestor took the elflings with no help, as easy as it was for them.

All of them wondered of how Erestor of all lords seemed to success to get them into bed, they hoped to know the secret in the morning.

“Get some rest, and clean yourself to, I do not wish to see you both in the healer’s room, though Lindir, if you are having some pain in the morning, I would like you to tell me about it as soon as possible.” Elrond said to them, and then he pointed to Lindir alone.

Both of them nodded at him, and then they left.

After they left, Elrond went back to Estel’s bed, and checked the heat of his skin, noticed it was warm.

He sighed in relief, he was aware that the danger that lay upon the boy seemed to have left. And he thanked to Valar, for hearing his prayer.

“Estel, how are you doing?” Elrond asked him, as he noticed the boy moving, and there is a smile upon his face.

“Tired, and my chest is hurting, Ada.” Estel replied with hoarse voice, as he felt his throat was dry.

Elrond took the glass of water, and helped his son drink it slowly.

Then he returned the glass back to the table, and asked him, “Is their something beside your chest that hurts you, ion?”

“My head… please Adar… the beating, and the sound in my ears… make it stop Ada, please…” Estel replied as he moved his hands toward his head, hoping that the pain would stop.

Elrond could see the boy’s hazel eyes staring at him, with pleading that he would do something about it.

The healer checked the herbs that he got in the room, and started to make him something that will take the pain from him, from his head the most, and might ease the pain in his chest.

“I am making you something, ion, and you need to drink it all, it will help you with the pain that you have, both chest and head.” Elrond said to him, while he prepared the herbs, and put it into tea, and then he walked back to the bed, where Estel laid, and helped him to drink the tea, knowing how much the boy wish to spit it out, as it tasted horrible.

Estel drank it all, and then he sticks out his tongue, and mumbled, “ACK! What have you put into it, Ada, it taste horrible?”

“I know, but it will make you feel better,” he said to him, and then he took the empty glass and replaced it with the water glass, and gave it him, to drink, “You feeling better, ion?”

“Hope so… I am tired… Ada…” Estel said, and then he closed his eyes, as he felt his Adar’s hand ruffle his hair, softly.

“Go to sleep, ion, I will be here, with hope that your brothers will not do me some trouble.” Elrond assure to him.

He could see the smile upon the boy’s face, and he smiled too.

Estel slept peacefully while, Elrond watched him.

~~

While in the guest’s room…

Lord Erestor tucked Haldir's brothers into the beds, and then he took a chair, and started telling them a story.

"Once upon a time, far away, a dragon lay in Mirkwood, and watched the elves in play...” Erestor said smiling at them.

"It was cute, Uncle Erestor.” Orophin words bringing a smile upon the advisor, who continued in his tale.

But Rúmil felt the need to ask with curiosity, “Why was the dragon in Mirkwood why didn't he come to Lórien?”

TBC…