Thranduil's Last Breath
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
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1,785
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2
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Chapter 7
Title: Thranduil’s Last Breath 7
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: nautika
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.
~-~
7.
1 Hour later…
Silinde watched from the hallway, as Prince Legolas hurried to the healing room, to see how fares his father.
Prince Legolas entered the room, noticed Elrond, Gimli, the twins and Aragorn sitting next to his father. They were crying.
Elrond sensed the prince’s presence and stared at him, then the others turned to Legolas as well.
No word had been spoken. Silence seemed to fill the room.
‘No… father… please… Elrond!’ Legolas began to be furious, and stared with painful eyes at Elrond, as he fought to prevent the tears from falling down.
“Legolas?” Elrond called softly to the prince, as he noticed the hard stare that Legolas gave him.
‘Why did you not wake me… or tell me?’ Legolas asked in his mind, as he could not find his voice, as he swallowed the tears that burst from his eyes.
“Legolas… your father… is… he is dead.” Elrond finally said, and waited for the prince’s reaction.
“No… you are wrong…” Legolas called in panic, as he could not believe what he had heard.
Elrond came forward, and Aragorn rose, as he felt that now would be the time his friend needed him.
“Legolas… please… you need to hear me… Thranduil, your father is dead.” Elrond repeated, and tried to comfort the prince.
“NO… I DO NOT BELIEVE YOU…” Legolas shouted. He did not believe, but in his mind, he already knew, that his father was dead.
“I know that you *do* believe me…” Elrond said, and moved closer to Legolas, to pull him into an embrace, but Legolas backed away from him.
“No… stay away from me…” Legolas muttered, his eyes staring over his father’s body, looking for hope.
“Legolas… please…” Aragorn called, and walked to his friend’s side.
“You knew?” Legolas asked in pain, as he asked Aragorn, and then he stared at the other and asked again with hurt and accusation in his voice, “You knew and you did not tell me? Why? I am his ion, I have a right to know that he is dead, why should I be the last to know?”
Legolas stood, stunned by the silence. He lowered his head, swallowed the tears that burst from his eyes. Legolas raised his head, scanning them, and then his eyes turned back to his Ada. He wanted to go to him, but his legs were rooted to where he stood.
They all looked at him, and did not dare to utter a word.
Legolas looked them in their eyes and said, “I see,” and left the room with haste, feeling that he needed to be alone.
“Legolas, wait.” Aragorn called as he rushed from the room, and started to look at his friend in fear.
But Legolas did not wait. He left the palace, ran to the stable, and mounted his loyal horse, Arod; he rode away, fast as he could, through the forest as he felt the need to be alone.
Aragorn noticed as he left the palace, noticed the rush of the prince’s leaving, he called in his mind in fear, ‘Legolas… I am your friend… I hope you did not do anything we both be sorry for…’
Aragorn hurried inside the palace and let his family and Gimli know that Legolas left in haste, and fear.
“Go after him!” Elrond nudged him, and then he started to yell at the guards.
Galdor and Silinde appeared and stared at the lord.
~*~
Aragorn left the palace and headed to the stable. He mounted his horse, and sought for Legolas’s trail.
~*~
Deep… inside the forest…
Legolas dismounted from his horse, and collapsed on the comforting grass.
He felt himself falling apart, and yet he still could not believe that his Ada left him like that. He felt that he was not ready to be a king.
Legolas hit the grass with his hands, tears falling from his eyes, as he yelled, “NO”
“ADA, WHY HAVE YOU LEFT ME? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE?” Legolas sobbed.
Shadows seemed to be closing in on him, as anger and despair engulfed his heart.
He did not see the enemy moving over him. He did not hear the giggles from the enemy, laughing over their prey.
He thought he was alone in the forest, and he was lost in thought, thinking of his Ada’s death, wondering why no one informed him, and why, why was he the last one to know.
He let out a cold-blooded scream as he first felt the cold steel stabbed in his back. He then knew that he was caught off guard, and now he might die, side by side with his Adar.
~*~
On the way…
Aragorn tried to track his friend.
He noticed the quiet that surrounded the forest, even the birds did not sing, it had Aragorn worried that perhaps something wrong is going to happen.
‘Legolas, mellon-nin, I hope that you are alright.’ Aragorn wondered with hope that nothing had happened to his friend.
Then, it came.
There was a scream, inside the forest. He recognized the voice.
‘No… Legolas…’ he thought in fear, as he grew worried.
Aragorn set the horse on the route where his instinct told him that the scream came. He set a fast pace, worried, pulling out his sword from it’s sheath, ready to attack.
~*~
Legolas laid on the grass; he could smell his own blood dripping from his body, as he was stabbed.
“Ada, I am coming, wait for me…” he mumbled, he closed his eyes, and then he let the darkness engulf him.
The orcs were gone from sight, leaving the prince; the upcoming king laid on the grass, bleeding to death. Their assignment was now completed, as they had tried for a long time to kill him, to ruin that kingdom, and now they finally succeed.
~/*~
A horse rode faster and faster through the trees, hurriedly with his rider.
Then the horse was stopped as the scream faded.
Aragorn scanned the forest, tree after tree, then he noticed the shadows as they moved, he set the horse at a slow pace, over the shadows.
The shadows left his sight, but then his eyes fell on the ground. From the moment he saw his mellon lying on the grass, with a pool of blood around him, his face fell.
He came closer, and then he noticed the holes in his friend’s body. He recognized them, something seemed to him familiar with those holes.
“My friend, we really need to do something about the orcs in your kingdom,” Aragorn mumbled softly, as he walked over to his horse, and took herbs and water, and knelt beside his friend to attend his wounds.
He was worried, Legolas showed no recognition of him, and his eyes were closed. He feared that he might lose him, and that he had not gotten to him in time.
End of Chapter 7.
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: nautika
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.
~-~
7.
1 Hour later…
Silinde watched from the hallway, as Prince Legolas hurried to the healing room, to see how fares his father.
Prince Legolas entered the room, noticed Elrond, Gimli, the twins and Aragorn sitting next to his father. They were crying.
Elrond sensed the prince’s presence and stared at him, then the others turned to Legolas as well.
No word had been spoken. Silence seemed to fill the room.
‘No… father… please… Elrond!’ Legolas began to be furious, and stared with painful eyes at Elrond, as he fought to prevent the tears from falling down.
“Legolas?” Elrond called softly to the prince, as he noticed the hard stare that Legolas gave him.
‘Why did you not wake me… or tell me?’ Legolas asked in his mind, as he could not find his voice, as he swallowed the tears that burst from his eyes.
“Legolas… your father… is… he is dead.” Elrond finally said, and waited for the prince’s reaction.
“No… you are wrong…” Legolas called in panic, as he could not believe what he had heard.
Elrond came forward, and Aragorn rose, as he felt that now would be the time his friend needed him.
“Legolas… please… you need to hear me… Thranduil, your father is dead.” Elrond repeated, and tried to comfort the prince.
“NO… I DO NOT BELIEVE YOU…” Legolas shouted. He did not believe, but in his mind, he already knew, that his father was dead.
“I know that you *do* believe me…” Elrond said, and moved closer to Legolas, to pull him into an embrace, but Legolas backed away from him.
“No… stay away from me…” Legolas muttered, his eyes staring over his father’s body, looking for hope.
“Legolas… please…” Aragorn called, and walked to his friend’s side.
“You knew?” Legolas asked in pain, as he asked Aragorn, and then he stared at the other and asked again with hurt and accusation in his voice, “You knew and you did not tell me? Why? I am his ion, I have a right to know that he is dead, why should I be the last to know?”
Legolas stood, stunned by the silence. He lowered his head, swallowed the tears that burst from his eyes. Legolas raised his head, scanning them, and then his eyes turned back to his Ada. He wanted to go to him, but his legs were rooted to where he stood.
They all looked at him, and did not dare to utter a word.
Legolas looked them in their eyes and said, “I see,” and left the room with haste, feeling that he needed to be alone.
“Legolas, wait.” Aragorn called as he rushed from the room, and started to look at his friend in fear.
But Legolas did not wait. He left the palace, ran to the stable, and mounted his loyal horse, Arod; he rode away, fast as he could, through the forest as he felt the need to be alone.
Aragorn noticed as he left the palace, noticed the rush of the prince’s leaving, he called in his mind in fear, ‘Legolas… I am your friend… I hope you did not do anything we both be sorry for…’
Aragorn hurried inside the palace and let his family and Gimli know that Legolas left in haste, and fear.
“Go after him!” Elrond nudged him, and then he started to yell at the guards.
Galdor and Silinde appeared and stared at the lord.
~*~
Aragorn left the palace and headed to the stable. He mounted his horse, and sought for Legolas’s trail.
~*~
Deep… inside the forest…
Legolas dismounted from his horse, and collapsed on the comforting grass.
He felt himself falling apart, and yet he still could not believe that his Ada left him like that. He felt that he was not ready to be a king.
Legolas hit the grass with his hands, tears falling from his eyes, as he yelled, “NO”
“ADA, WHY HAVE YOU LEFT ME? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE?” Legolas sobbed.
Shadows seemed to be closing in on him, as anger and despair engulfed his heart.
He did not see the enemy moving over him. He did not hear the giggles from the enemy, laughing over their prey.
He thought he was alone in the forest, and he was lost in thought, thinking of his Ada’s death, wondering why no one informed him, and why, why was he the last one to know.
He let out a cold-blooded scream as he first felt the cold steel stabbed in his back. He then knew that he was caught off guard, and now he might die, side by side with his Adar.
~*~
On the way…
Aragorn tried to track his friend.
He noticed the quiet that surrounded the forest, even the birds did not sing, it had Aragorn worried that perhaps something wrong is going to happen.
‘Legolas, mellon-nin, I hope that you are alright.’ Aragorn wondered with hope that nothing had happened to his friend.
Then, it came.
There was a scream, inside the forest. He recognized the voice.
‘No… Legolas…’ he thought in fear, as he grew worried.
Aragorn set the horse on the route where his instinct told him that the scream came. He set a fast pace, worried, pulling out his sword from it’s sheath, ready to attack.
~*~
Legolas laid on the grass; he could smell his own blood dripping from his body, as he was stabbed.
“Ada, I am coming, wait for me…” he mumbled, he closed his eyes, and then he let the darkness engulf him.
The orcs were gone from sight, leaving the prince; the upcoming king laid on the grass, bleeding to death. Their assignment was now completed, as they had tried for a long time to kill him, to ruin that kingdom, and now they finally succeed.
~/*~
A horse rode faster and faster through the trees, hurriedly with his rider.
Then the horse was stopped as the scream faded.
Aragorn scanned the forest, tree after tree, then he noticed the shadows as they moved, he set the horse at a slow pace, over the shadows.
The shadows left his sight, but then his eyes fell on the ground. From the moment he saw his mellon lying on the grass, with a pool of blood around him, his face fell.
He came closer, and then he noticed the holes in his friend’s body. He recognized them, something seemed to him familiar with those holes.
“My friend, we really need to do something about the orcs in your kingdom,” Aragorn mumbled softly, as he walked over to his horse, and took herbs and water, and knelt beside his friend to attend his wounds.
He was worried, Legolas showed no recognition of him, and his eyes were closed. He feared that he might lose him, and that he had not gotten to him in time.
End of Chapter 7.