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Chapter 6
See Disclaimer & Summary and Warning in First Chapter.
Beta: Oli
Chapter 6
Erestor smiled and replied; “You should ask King Thranduil about it, as the books did not mention it in them.”
"Maybe we should.” Rúmil exchange glances with his brother, and then both turned their eyes to the lord in front of them, waiting to hear more.
Both of them grinned at that thought.
Lord Erestor set his book wide open, and continued with his tale.
"The dragon waited for the right moment to attack those who wished to hurt the elves...” Again he was being cut off by one of them.
"Who... orcs?” Rúmil started to ask, and then he remembered those filthy creatures that surrounded them in the forest.
"There are lot creatures that lurking in Mirkwood forest.” Erestor replied, as he stared at them.
"We should ask, King Thranduil, we should, you know...” Orophin mentioned, as he thought that the lord will to add it, but he did not.
"Aye, you should.” Erestor confirmed it.
“Tell us more…” Rúmil asked.
“Aye, tell us more…” Orophin joined his brother's plea.
Erestor looked at the book, and then at the elflings, and continued the tale…
“Mirkwood elves have been attacked from both side, east and west, by orcs, spiders, and many more that Sauron the dark lord sent over in a purpose to conquer Mirkwood’s crown from King Thranduil. Though Thranduil’s army did not let the creatures take their homeland, and the dragon appeared from the sky, trying to fight the Nazgul in the air, but in this fight, the dragon’s lifeless body fell from the sky, and landed hard on Orc’s groups… in that way, even if though the dragon had been killed by Nazgul, he had killed a lot of orc's as he fell to the ground… the end…” Erestor sighed in relief when they did not disturb him from telling the short tale that he found in “Mirkwood’s Tales”.
“I love it, Uncle Erestor.” Rúmil smiled at him.
“Me too.” Orophin added.
“I am glad that you love it, young ones, now go to sleep, and I will go and find where your big brother is hiding,” Erestor said, and with a smile, he added, “I do hope that the big warg did not catch your big brother, in that way, I should go and save him.”
“Do not let the warg eat our brother.” Rúmil asked him.
“Do not worry, young ones, I will not let your brother be eaten,” Erestor confirmed, and added before he left their room, “Sweet dreams.”
Erestor sighed in relief, as he never was certain that it would work, and it did, like magic, though he knew that they were not Elrond’s twins, they were raised different.
Erestor left the door half open before he headed toward the twins’s room.
The advisor did not even feel the other lords’ presence, as he was busy gearing himself up for reading them a story, and see the joy in their eyes, when he bumps into the wet lords, and they all, fell to the ground.
“Lord Glorfindel!” Erestor gasped.
“Lord Erestor.” Both lords found themselves staring at the advisor with a curious look.
“Lord Lindir.” Erestor greeted the young lord.
“What are you doing here?” Lindir asked him.
“Looking for Haldir, have you seen him?” Erestor asked.
“He might be in the kitchen…” Glorfindel suggested with a large smile.
“I will try there, now why don't you go and change your clothes and rest, I will do everything, but only for today.” Erestor said to him, as he nodded to Glorfindel.
“It is indeed a miracle, mellon-nin,” Glorfindel grinned at him, and added, “Did you manage to finish all the books? ...Or do you need me to send a message for some more..."
“It is not funny, mellon-nin, the books help one who needs it… and it helped me…” Erestor finished his words smirking at them.
“What does it means?” Glorfindel asked with suspicious, as he stared at his friend.
“Nothing, not a thing.” Erestor replied, and headed up the hall or along the hall to the kitchen, hoping that the lords will go to their room, so he could finish telling the tale to the twins’ too, as he promised them that he would do so.
Lindir and Glorfindel went to their rooms, leaving Erestor sighing in relief.
He walked toward the hallway, to the twins’ room, and opened the door, he made certain that he closed it after him, and then he found two pairs of eyes staring at him.
“I am here.” Erestor said, hoping it would ease the disbelief that he would not return.
“We thought that you might have forgotten about…” Elrohir spoke for his brother as well.
“I bumped into Glorfindel and Lindir, they almost found our secret, dear elflings.” Erestor told them of what held him away.
“I think that we need to teach Lord Glorfindel and Lord Lindir more…” Elladan grinned at his brother, knowing the meaning, Elrohir grinned back at him.
Erestor hid his smile and walked to a chair that was settled next to their beds.
“Now, sweet one, I found a story in “Mirkwood’s Tales” with Lórien’s elves, do you wish me to read it for you?” Erestor asked with a smile.
“Aye…” they replied as one.
“All right, let me just find the right page, oh, I found it.” Erestor said, and looked at them, noticed them smiling, he started to tell the tale.
“A ship crossed the river, moving toward Lothlórien … and no guards seemed to appear anywhere… Lothlórien seemed empty as it was covered by a heavy fog…”
“Why?”
“What happened?”
They asked him as they interrupted him.
“Pirates sent by Sauron to destroy the beauty of Lórien …” Erestor continued, and in-between he changed his tone, and added, “They wished to destroy everything that Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn built and had left for others before heading for Valinor… the pirates used the silence, to move closer, as the fog hugged them, hiding them from view them, some could feel the arrows before they fell, and some didn’t as they died before they hit the ground…”
“What happened?” Elladan asked, noticing his brother with his mouth open, and added with a smile, “Elrohir, close your mouth, you do not wish any flying things would to be caught in your mouth do you?”
Elrohir closed his mouth, thanked his brother, and then he locked his eyes back to the lord.
“The elves who hid between the leaves, shot each of the pirates, and saved their homeland… the end…” Erestor finished, and stared at them.
“Did Haldir fight among them?” Elrohir asked.
“That you should ask him… he might know or not…” Erestor replied.
“Hannon-le, Uncle Erestor.” Both of them thanked him.
‘Why do they call me their uncle…?’ Erestor wondered, as he headed toward the exit, leaving the door half open.
Lord Erestor walked toward the hallway looking for Haldir.
He heard voices came from the kitchen. He smiled, and left toward the healer’s room, letting the lord know that it went well.
What Haldir does is up to him, it's his life after all...Erestor knew it and left, letting Haldir have the privacy he needed. Besides it was none of Erestor's business anyway.
He walked to the healer’s room, and opened the door.
Elrond smiled to the advisor, and asked, “How did it go?"
“Very well, mellon-nin, not what I expected…” Erestor replied, moving his eyes upon the boy who snored at that moment.
“What is that suppose to be?” Elrond asked him, and stared at him with suspicious eyes.
“Nothing in particular… mellon-nin.” Erestor replied with a huge smile.
Elrond nodded and smiled back to him, as he thanked to him, “Hannon-le, mellon-nin.”
Erestor nodded and left the room, heading towards his room, that was near the library.
~*~
In the kitchen…
Haldir and Süril sat next to each other, as they ate by the light of candles.
Haldir, even as he ate, he found himself amazed by her beauty, by her character, by every move that she made as she prepared their food.
“Süril, it is a beautiful name…” Haldir finally found something to say, and hoped that was not foolish for him to say it.
“So is your name.” She said softly to him.
~*~
Mirkwood…
Gîl was alert as he watched the princeling, he was hesitant if he should wake his king, as he noticed how Princeling Legolas thrashed his head around, calling for help, calling for his Ada.
Luckily for him, King Thranduil moved his arms closer to his son’s body, taking him closer, and repeated the words that he said calm to the princeling’s ear.
“You are safe, ion-nin, no one will harm you, and I am here with you…”
“A-da?” Princeling Legolas called with a shaky voice, as his mind was still trapped in the nightmare.
“I am here ion…” Thranduil repeats as he moves his hands to rock his elfling back and forth.
“It… it… made me to… to… fall from a… tree… Ada… and then one of them… dragged me… they want to eat me… Ada… help…” Greenleaf called for help, as he still could see in his mind the nightmare he saw.
Thranduil and Gîl exchange glances, but said nothing until they were certain that the princeling had fallen back to asleep.
Gîl turned around though, to make another herbal tea with a sleep herb in it, with hope that the elfling could find some peace in his rest.
“Greenleaf, ion, drink the tea, it will make you feel better.” Thranduil said to his son, and helped him take a sip from the tea.
Slow the King felt the herbs take over the Princelings body as Legolas went limp
Gîl checked the pulse, noticed it was all right, he said, “He is all right, Thranduil, he is only asleep.”
“Thank you… what do you think happened there?” Thranduil asked.
“Only the Valar knew what happened, or I guess that we should ask your son when he recovers… without the nightmares.” Gîl suggested carefully answering his king.
“Thank you for everything, mellon-nin.” Thranduil replied.
Gîl only nodded, and kept his eyes upon the elfling’s form.
TBC…
Beta: Oli
Erestor smiled and replied; “You should ask King Thranduil about it, as the books did not mention it in them.”
"Maybe we should.” Rúmil exchange glances with his brother, and then both turned their eyes to the lord in front of them, waiting to hear more.
Both of them grinned at that thought.
Lord Erestor set his book wide open, and continued with his tale.
"The dragon waited for the right moment to attack those who wished to hurt the elves...” Again he was being cut off by one of them.
"Who... orcs?” Rúmil started to ask, and then he remembered those filthy creatures that surrounded them in the forest.
"There are lot creatures that lurking in Mirkwood forest.” Erestor replied, as he stared at them.
"We should ask, King Thranduil, we should, you know...” Orophin mentioned, as he thought that the lord will to add it, but he did not.
"Aye, you should.” Erestor confirmed it.
“Tell us more…” Rúmil asked.
“Aye, tell us more…” Orophin joined his brother's plea.
Erestor looked at the book, and then at the elflings, and continued the tale…
“Mirkwood elves have been attacked from both side, east and west, by orcs, spiders, and many more that Sauron the dark lord sent over in a purpose to conquer Mirkwood’s crown from King Thranduil. Though Thranduil’s army did not let the creatures take their homeland, and the dragon appeared from the sky, trying to fight the Nazgul in the air, but in this fight, the dragon’s lifeless body fell from the sky, and landed hard on Orc’s groups… in that way, even if though the dragon had been killed by Nazgul, he had killed a lot of orc's as he fell to the ground… the end…” Erestor sighed in relief when they did not disturb him from telling the short tale that he found in “Mirkwood’s Tales”.
“I love it, Uncle Erestor.” Rúmil smiled at him.
“Me too.” Orophin added.
“I am glad that you love it, young ones, now go to sleep, and I will go and find where your big brother is hiding,” Erestor said, and with a smile, he added, “I do hope that the big warg did not catch your big brother, in that way, I should go and save him.”
“Do not let the warg eat our brother.” Rúmil asked him.
“Do not worry, young ones, I will not let your brother be eaten,” Erestor confirmed, and added before he left their room, “Sweet dreams.”
Erestor sighed in relief, as he never was certain that it would work, and it did, like magic, though he knew that they were not Elrond’s twins, they were raised different.
Erestor left the door half open before he headed toward the twins’s room.
The advisor did not even feel the other lords’ presence, as he was busy gearing himself up for reading them a story, and see the joy in their eyes, when he bumps into the wet lords, and they all, fell to the ground.
“Lord Glorfindel!” Erestor gasped.
“Lord Erestor.” Both lords found themselves staring at the advisor with a curious look.
“Lord Lindir.” Erestor greeted the young lord.
“What are you doing here?” Lindir asked him.
“Looking for Haldir, have you seen him?” Erestor asked.
“He might be in the kitchen…” Glorfindel suggested with a large smile.
“I will try there, now why don't you go and change your clothes and rest, I will do everything, but only for today.” Erestor said to him, as he nodded to Glorfindel.
“It is indeed a miracle, mellon-nin,” Glorfindel grinned at him, and added, “Did you manage to finish all the books? ...Or do you need me to send a message for some more..."
“It is not funny, mellon-nin, the books help one who needs it… and it helped me…” Erestor finished his words smirking at them.
“What does it means?” Glorfindel asked with suspicious, as he stared at his friend.
“Nothing, not a thing.” Erestor replied, and headed up the hall or along the hall to the kitchen, hoping that the lords will go to their room, so he could finish telling the tale to the twins’ too, as he promised them that he would do so.
Lindir and Glorfindel went to their rooms, leaving Erestor sighing in relief.
He walked toward the hallway, to the twins’ room, and opened the door, he made certain that he closed it after him, and then he found two pairs of eyes staring at him.
“I am here.” Erestor said, hoping it would ease the disbelief that he would not return.
“We thought that you might have forgotten about…” Elrohir spoke for his brother as well.
“I bumped into Glorfindel and Lindir, they almost found our secret, dear elflings.” Erestor told them of what held him away.
“I think that we need to teach Lord Glorfindel and Lord Lindir more…” Elladan grinned at his brother, knowing the meaning, Elrohir grinned back at him.
Erestor hid his smile and walked to a chair that was settled next to their beds.
“Now, sweet one, I found a story in “Mirkwood’s Tales” with Lórien’s elves, do you wish me to read it for you?” Erestor asked with a smile.
“Aye…” they replied as one.
“All right, let me just find the right page, oh, I found it.” Erestor said, and looked at them, noticed them smiling, he started to tell the tale.
“A ship crossed the river, moving toward Lothlórien … and no guards seemed to appear anywhere… Lothlórien seemed empty as it was covered by a heavy fog…”
“Why?”
“What happened?”
They asked him as they interrupted him.
“Pirates sent by Sauron to destroy the beauty of Lórien …” Erestor continued, and in-between he changed his tone, and added, “They wished to destroy everything that Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn built and had left for others before heading for Valinor… the pirates used the silence, to move closer, as the fog hugged them, hiding them from view them, some could feel the arrows before they fell, and some didn’t as they died before they hit the ground…”
“What happened?” Elladan asked, noticing his brother with his mouth open, and added with a smile, “Elrohir, close your mouth, you do not wish any flying things would to be caught in your mouth do you?”
Elrohir closed his mouth, thanked his brother, and then he locked his eyes back to the lord.
“The elves who hid between the leaves, shot each of the pirates, and saved their homeland… the end…” Erestor finished, and stared at them.
“Did Haldir fight among them?” Elrohir asked.
“That you should ask him… he might know or not…” Erestor replied.
“Hannon-le, Uncle Erestor.” Both of them thanked him.
‘Why do they call me their uncle…?’ Erestor wondered, as he headed toward the exit, leaving the door half open.
Lord Erestor walked toward the hallway looking for Haldir.
He heard voices came from the kitchen. He smiled, and left toward the healer’s room, letting the lord know that it went well.
What Haldir does is up to him, it's his life after all...Erestor knew it and left, letting Haldir have the privacy he needed. Besides it was none of Erestor's business anyway.
He walked to the healer’s room, and opened the door.
Elrond smiled to the advisor, and asked, “How did it go?"
“Very well, mellon-nin, not what I expected…” Erestor replied, moving his eyes upon the boy who snored at that moment.
“What is that suppose to be?” Elrond asked him, and stared at him with suspicious eyes.
“Nothing in particular… mellon-nin.” Erestor replied with a huge smile.
Elrond nodded and smiled back to him, as he thanked to him, “Hannon-le, mellon-nin.”
Erestor nodded and left the room, heading towards his room, that was near the library.
~*~
In the kitchen…
Haldir and Süril sat next to each other, as they ate by the light of candles.
Haldir, even as he ate, he found himself amazed by her beauty, by her character, by every move that she made as she prepared their food.
“Süril, it is a beautiful name…” Haldir finally found something to say, and hoped that was not foolish for him to say it.
“So is your name.” She said softly to him.
~*~
Mirkwood…
Gîl was alert as he watched the princeling, he was hesitant if he should wake his king, as he noticed how Princeling Legolas thrashed his head around, calling for help, calling for his Ada.
Luckily for him, King Thranduil moved his arms closer to his son’s body, taking him closer, and repeated the words that he said calm to the princeling’s ear.
“You are safe, ion-nin, no one will harm you, and I am here with you…”
“A-da?” Princeling Legolas called with a shaky voice, as his mind was still trapped in the nightmare.
“I am here ion…” Thranduil repeats as he moves his hands to rock his elfling back and forth.
“It… it… made me to… to… fall from a… tree… Ada… and then one of them… dragged me… they want to eat me… Ada… help…” Greenleaf called for help, as he still could see in his mind the nightmare he saw.
Thranduil and Gîl exchange glances, but said nothing until they were certain that the princeling had fallen back to asleep.
Gîl turned around though, to make another herbal tea with a sleep herb in it, with hope that the elfling could find some peace in his rest.
“Greenleaf, ion, drink the tea, it will make you feel better.” Thranduil said to his son, and helped him take a sip from the tea.
Slow the King felt the herbs take over the Princelings body as Legolas went limp
Gîl checked the pulse, noticed it was all right, he said, “He is all right, Thranduil, he is only asleep.”
“Thank you… what do you think happened there?” Thranduil asked.
“Only the Valar knew what happened, or I guess that we should ask your son when he recovers… without the nightmares.” Gîl suggested carefully answering his king.
“Thank you for everything, mellon-nin.” Thranduil replied.
Gîl only nodded, and kept his eyes upon the elfling’s form.
TBC…