Thranduil's Last Breath
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
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1,784
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2
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Chapter 6
Title: Thranduil’s Last Breath 6
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Tinorial Peredhil
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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6.
Thranduil’s second guard stopped at the door, his hand hovering above the knob, waiting for his orders. When he received none, he walked over to the lord, noticed his king’s pale skin, and asked, “What should I do for my king, my lord?”
Elrond scanned the guard, noticing the worry clearly written on the elf’s face. “What is your name?”
“Silinde, my lord.” The guard answered, and then he repeated his question. “What could I do for my king, my lord?”
Elrond thought for a second before looking back at Silinde. Then he said in a calm voice, “I want you to make sure that Prince Legolas eats properly and rests, as his strength will soon be needed.”
Silinde bowed and left the room, heading for Prince Legolas’s room.
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Galdor came back to the healing room as soon as he could, and gave the feather and parchment to Lord Elrond with a low bow. Straightening, he studied his lord carefully with concerned, worried eyes.
“Hannon-le, Galdor, you may leave us now.” Elrond thanked him, and then he set his eyes over his old friend, waiting for his voice.
Galdor left and stood in the hallway.
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Elrond glanced over Thranduil, noticing his gasps for air and paler skin, both of which worried the Healer greatly.
“Thranduil… mellon-nín… how do you feel?” Elrond asked, tears beginning to move down his cheeks.
“Tired… pain… “ Thranduil answered.
Elrond noticed Thranduil’s eyes, blank, not even staring at him, and he hoped that he was still alive.
“I am ready, mellon-nín, even if it is the hardest thing that I could do…” Elrond said, and moved his hand over Thranduil’s hand, giving it a squeeze.
Thranduil did not squeeze back, and that made Elrond panic.
“Thranduil… look at me…. Mellon-nín!” Elrond called in fear; his hands now were on Thranduil’s chest, checking for a pulse.
His pulse was weak, and Elrond tried to calm down. The lord saw Thranduil’s lips moving, and he moved closer to hear. Even with his superior elven hearing, the words were barely audible.
“Write… my will…”
“Tell me,” Elrond agreed, “but please… mellon-nín… do not push yourself.” Elrond swallowed his tears.
“Please… take… care… of… Legolas…. Let… him… know… that… I… love… him…. Galdor… and… Silinde… care… the… elves… to help… Legolas… please… take… care… of Legolas…. let him… know… that I… have faith in… him…” Thranduil said through gasps for air.
Elrond wrote, and then he glanced at Thranduil, and his heart almost stopped. The king was not moving.
Elrond could feel his heart beating, fast and loud, as he did fear that Thranduil was dead. The Healer moved his hand over Thranduil’s neck, and he could felt the sweat covered his forehead.
‘No… please… Do not die on me! Please… THRANDUIL, YOU HAVE TO LIVE!’ Elrond thought as he felt Thranduil’s shuddering breath.
Elrond stared at the will in his hand. He still could hear Thranduil’s voice, echoing in his head, and he knew that just now was Thranduil’s last breath.
Elrond fear poor Legolas’s reaction, not knowing how the prince was going to take it. He hoped the prince would take it well. But at that moment, he could not tell the prince. He left the room to cry, closing the door after him, the will still in his hand. He headed for the gardens for a breath of fresh air.
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Mirkwood’s Palace…
Aragorn rode till he got to the palace. He grew even more worried when no one greeted him and everything stayed still, quiet. The Ranger feared the worst.
The twins and Gimli soon came after him.
“What is it, Aragorn?” Elladan asked as he noticed his brother’s face.
“Something is wrong…it is quiet… too quiet,” Aragorn answered as he scanned the area.
He noticed the color of the leaves; noticed the dark leaves as they fell on the ground, the sweet lullaby of the birds. He looked at the sky and saw how dark it had become, although the sun was in the middle of the sky.
Indeed something was wrong, and he wished to know what it was.
“Look,” Elrohir broke the silence, and then he continued: “There is Ada! He is crying…”
Aragorn, the twins, and Gimli hurried over to Lord Elrond, who collapsed on the ground, a piece of parchment in his hand
“Ada?” Aragorn called, and knelt beside his Adar.
The twins knelt too, and moving their hands over their father’s shoulders. “Ada, why are you crying?” Elrohir asked.
“It is… Thranduil… he… is… I cannot…” Elrond tried to answer, but his grief was far too near, and the elf could only cry. He could say the word. ‘How could I tell Legolas that his father… is… is… dead?’ he thought sadly.
“Thranduil is what, Father?” Aragorn asked fearfully.
Elrond took a deep breath, and swallowed his tears. “Thranduil is dead,” he said as quickly as he could, forcing the words out.
“WHAT?” they all asked.
“He… is dead… and… and… Legolas does not even… know… about that…” Elrond repeated, though it was much harder to elaborate on.
“What do you mean by that, Elrond?” Gimli asked.
“I sent Legolas to rest, and then I sent Silinde, one of Thranduil’s guards, to make sure that Legolas is eating and resting well,” he answered. Then he set his eyes on the parchment in his hands and added, “These were the king last requests… Aragorn,” Elrond called suddenly, seeing the look on the man’s face, “Let him take his rest properly, Legolas will need his strength.”
Aragorn was torn, he wanted to run to his friend’s room, to gently tell the prince that his father had passed, but he could not go against his own father’s wishes. The man nodded to his Adar, and he could felt the tears leaving his eyes.
He thought of how he could say to his friend that Thranduil was dead.
End of Chapter 6.
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Tinorial Peredhil
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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6.
Thranduil’s second guard stopped at the door, his hand hovering above the knob, waiting for his orders. When he received none, he walked over to the lord, noticed his king’s pale skin, and asked, “What should I do for my king, my lord?”
Elrond scanned the guard, noticing the worry clearly written on the elf’s face. “What is your name?”
“Silinde, my lord.” The guard answered, and then he repeated his question. “What could I do for my king, my lord?”
Elrond thought for a second before looking back at Silinde. Then he said in a calm voice, “I want you to make sure that Prince Legolas eats properly and rests, as his strength will soon be needed.”
Silinde bowed and left the room, heading for Prince Legolas’s room.
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Galdor came back to the healing room as soon as he could, and gave the feather and parchment to Lord Elrond with a low bow. Straightening, he studied his lord carefully with concerned, worried eyes.
“Hannon-le, Galdor, you may leave us now.” Elrond thanked him, and then he set his eyes over his old friend, waiting for his voice.
Galdor left and stood in the hallway.
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Elrond glanced over Thranduil, noticing his gasps for air and paler skin, both of which worried the Healer greatly.
“Thranduil… mellon-nín… how do you feel?” Elrond asked, tears beginning to move down his cheeks.
“Tired… pain… “ Thranduil answered.
Elrond noticed Thranduil’s eyes, blank, not even staring at him, and he hoped that he was still alive.
“I am ready, mellon-nín, even if it is the hardest thing that I could do…” Elrond said, and moved his hand over Thranduil’s hand, giving it a squeeze.
Thranduil did not squeeze back, and that made Elrond panic.
“Thranduil… look at me…. Mellon-nín!” Elrond called in fear; his hands now were on Thranduil’s chest, checking for a pulse.
His pulse was weak, and Elrond tried to calm down. The lord saw Thranduil’s lips moving, and he moved closer to hear. Even with his superior elven hearing, the words were barely audible.
“Write… my will…”
“Tell me,” Elrond agreed, “but please… mellon-nín… do not push yourself.” Elrond swallowed his tears.
“Please… take… care… of… Legolas…. Let… him… know… that… I… love… him…. Galdor… and… Silinde… care… the… elves… to help… Legolas… please… take… care… of Legolas…. let him… know… that I… have faith in… him…” Thranduil said through gasps for air.
Elrond wrote, and then he glanced at Thranduil, and his heart almost stopped. The king was not moving.
Elrond could feel his heart beating, fast and loud, as he did fear that Thranduil was dead. The Healer moved his hand over Thranduil’s neck, and he could felt the sweat covered his forehead.
‘No… please… Do not die on me! Please… THRANDUIL, YOU HAVE TO LIVE!’ Elrond thought as he felt Thranduil’s shuddering breath.
Elrond stared at the will in his hand. He still could hear Thranduil’s voice, echoing in his head, and he knew that just now was Thranduil’s last breath.
Elrond fear poor Legolas’s reaction, not knowing how the prince was going to take it. He hoped the prince would take it well. But at that moment, he could not tell the prince. He left the room to cry, closing the door after him, the will still in his hand. He headed for the gardens for a breath of fresh air.
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Mirkwood’s Palace…
Aragorn rode till he got to the palace. He grew even more worried when no one greeted him and everything stayed still, quiet. The Ranger feared the worst.
The twins and Gimli soon came after him.
“What is it, Aragorn?” Elladan asked as he noticed his brother’s face.
“Something is wrong…it is quiet… too quiet,” Aragorn answered as he scanned the area.
He noticed the color of the leaves; noticed the dark leaves as they fell on the ground, the sweet lullaby of the birds. He looked at the sky and saw how dark it had become, although the sun was in the middle of the sky.
Indeed something was wrong, and he wished to know what it was.
“Look,” Elrohir broke the silence, and then he continued: “There is Ada! He is crying…”
Aragorn, the twins, and Gimli hurried over to Lord Elrond, who collapsed on the ground, a piece of parchment in his hand
“Ada?” Aragorn called, and knelt beside his Adar.
The twins knelt too, and moving their hands over their father’s shoulders. “Ada, why are you crying?” Elrohir asked.
“It is… Thranduil… he… is… I cannot…” Elrond tried to answer, but his grief was far too near, and the elf could only cry. He could say the word. ‘How could I tell Legolas that his father… is… is… dead?’ he thought sadly.
“Thranduil is what, Father?” Aragorn asked fearfully.
Elrond took a deep breath, and swallowed his tears. “Thranduil is dead,” he said as quickly as he could, forcing the words out.
“WHAT?” they all asked.
“He… is dead… and… and… Legolas does not even… know… about that…” Elrond repeated, though it was much harder to elaborate on.
“What do you mean by that, Elrond?” Gimli asked.
“I sent Legolas to rest, and then I sent Silinde, one of Thranduil’s guards, to make sure that Legolas is eating and resting well,” he answered. Then he set his eyes on the parchment in his hands and added, “These were the king last requests… Aragorn,” Elrond called suddenly, seeing the look on the man’s face, “Let him take his rest properly, Legolas will need his strength.”
Aragorn was torn, he wanted to run to his friend’s room, to gently tell the prince that his father had passed, but he could not go against his own father’s wishes. The man nodded to his Adar, and he could felt the tears leaving his eyes.
He thought of how he could say to his friend that Thranduil was dead.
End of Chapter 6.