Post by Móreadhiel on Jun 13, 2006 14:50:00 GMT -5
“Estel has been gone for about an hour now.” Thranduil chided as Elrond continued what ministrations he could.
He gently clasped his right hand and left hand around the prince’s neck, feeling for anything swollen.
“I can see that.” he said as he nodded for the prince to swallow.
“Well, should no one check on him?” The king asked with raised eyebrows.
“As soon as I am done here, we will go and check.” He nodded again and Legolas did it once more.
Even though the blonde prince did not really know Aragorn, he was still a little worried.
After a few moments, Elrond’s fears heightened. “All right. I can not wait any longer, let us go find him.”
Legolas hopped down from the table and followed Elrond through the door, Thranduil followed his son.
“Let us start in your room, he was headed there, after all.”
Thranduil nodded. “All right, be careful though. I was resting right in the hall inside the doorway, I left my chair there.”
Elrond spun round, and looked into the other elf’s deep blue eyes.
If what he had said was true, Aragorn was probably injured or unconscious and Elrond, sure as Eru himself lived, wanted...
“YOU WHAT?!” he yelled, half in dismay, half in worry.
The elven king backed up a step, the anger clear in Elrond’s silver eyes.
“I-”
Elrond shook his head, the fire diminishing. “No need to explain, I did not mean to yell, but we need to find him!”
The three elves ran quickly the well lighted halls, Legolas looked upon the beautiful tapestries as they ran. Each seemed to tell a story; one had a young elven girl and a tall mortal man, another a great elf wielding a spear.
Soon he could not pay attention to those anymore, for Elrond stopped at the door to the room that they had been given.
The elf lord’s eye widened and he rushed forward, panting in worry.
“Estel!” he cried, Legolas came to a sudden stop as he looked inside. He saw their room, light filtering through the soft, lace drapes.
At first Legolas could not see Estel, but he finally realized that was because of all the things the young man was covered with.
The chair that had fallen upon his legs and back, in the process of hitting his head, which Legolas was sure had to have hurt badly, a thick blanket had fallen from the bed and onto his prone form. And since his maroon shirt matched the bedding, it was hard to see him in the tangle of bed sheets and furniture.
Thranduil stepped in and quickly removed the chair so the Elrond could take the boy.
The elf king was surprised at how heavy the chair was, in the back of his heart, he hoped that Estel had not broken anything, but he would not let his worry show through to far.
Legolas knelt beside the man, his eyes frightened.
Elrond, seeing the fear in his eyes put a reassuring hand on the younger elf’s slumped shoulder.
“No fear, young prince, this has happened before. Many times in fact, could you please run and get Glorfindel, tell him ‘Estel has fallen’. He will know what to get, then help him carry anything he collects. Understood?”
Legolas nodded, blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. He leapt to his feet and raced around the corner, his light feet barely touching the floor.
Once he was sure Legolas was gone, Thranduil scooted towards the other elf and his child.
“How did this happen? I mean, that chair was large enough he should have seen it?”
Elrond pursed his lip. Should he tell Thranduil? The elven king had a right to know. But it might break Estel’s trust, then the boy might never trust him again.
He looked into the king’s eyes and saw only worry and trust, trust that Elrond would help him understand and worry for the young one that lay now sprawled next to them upon the hard floor.
Scooting forward, Elrond slid his hands, carefully, beneath Estel’s limp form. A soft moan came, but no sign that he would wake. The elven lord stood to his feet slowly.
“I am sorry, but may we use your bed and lay him there. Legolas will be back with Glorfindel soon and I would rather us be here when they arrive so Legolas and Glorfindel do not get confused.”
The elven king nodded and pulled the sheets and quilt back over his bed and readjusted the pillows.
With the love of a concerned father showing through, Elrond placed his son upon the bed and gently laid his head on the Down pillows, brushing the hair away to look at the huge multi-colored bruise and lump on his son‘s forehead.
He winced outwardly and Thranduil hissed as if he was in pain himself. Elrond looked up with a weary smile.
The half elf quietly picked up one of Aragorn’s arm, concern mounting and showing easily in his eyes. He looked at the twisted appendage, biting his lip as the man moaned softly.
“It’s broken.” he said, placing the injured limb back on the bed.
Thranduil nodded, but was still slightly surprised that one so, seemingly, strong could so easily break a bone.
The darker haired elf smiled sadly, seeing the confusion in the other’s eyes. “He is strong, but the marble floor is stronger, I am afraid, the combined weight with the chair and it would be easy to break a bone, mind that enough force is directed.”
“I was never much for healing. Always fancied a blade.” Thranduil chuckled as he said this, smiling.
“Me too.” Elrond directed his attention to his awakening son, the elf lord grinned and touched the bump on the boy’s head, careful not to hurt him too much.
“Were we running again when I explicitly warned you not too?” the half elf looked sympathetically as Estel hissed.
“Maybe.” the man chuckled and gingerly sat up, with some help.
Thranduil scooted nearer to the man and held up two fingers, worry creased on his fore-head. “How many fingers am I holding up Estel?”
Biting his lip hard, Aragorn blinked and answered, it seemed he was uncertain, and this time, Thranduil caught the hesitation in his voice.
“Um…Four?”
The elven king, grasped a bit of his shirt and held it closer to Aragorn’s face.
“What color is my tunic, then?”
Elrond held up a hand and shook his head. “This has gone on long enough!” he growled at the young man, his eyes on fire again. Thranduil could tell that Estel knew the look well. Estel winced visibly at the edge in his father’s voice.
“What? Lord Elrond, I am sure, I do not understand?” The elven king backed away, confusion easily seen on his face and in his blue eyes.
“Estel! Tell him now! I hate keeping secrets from our guests, tell-NOW!”
Sighing in distress, Aragorn rubbed his face and sightless eyes. “Then I suppose that the prince will want to hear also-” he stopped a moment, spending the time that he felt he had left, for he was sure after this he would be shunned by both guests. That was what always happened, people always hated him for being different.
Summoning more courage than he would have need to face fifty raging orcs, Estel let his words come out long and pronounced. “Come in Prince Legolas, no need for you to miss the moment you have been so waiting for.”
Both elves turned as Legolas slowly came in, his eyes a little stunned. A smiling Glorfindel was following right behind, he was carrying all the healing utensils that might be later needed.
The elven king turned, he eyed the man that sat before him.
The deep blue eyes traced over Aragorn from head to toe, and then back, but one thing remained in his mind, the boy’s eyes. They were silver and clouded, almost totally grey,
“You should take more time to listen to your son, King Thranduil, for he was correct all along. Ever since the day you have arrived, you have let a blind man lead you through the endless halls and down the garden paths. And now you have noticed that the one who led you could not see the paths himself.”
Silence was all that floated in the room, the king was speechless. He had no words of how wrong he had been, how much he had told Legolas to ‘Shut up and let it be’ when the child had been right all along!
“I am sorry for not telling you sooner, I just- I just wanted to be treated like Elladan or Elrohir, as if I was normal.”
Thranduil looked at him again, this time he had a smile and was no longer in shock. “Do not say such things, dear boy, for you are truly amazing in all talents you possess. I would never have known you were blind had I not put my chair in the hall.”
Aragorn laughed, tears streaming down his face, and for the first time in his life, they were tears of joy. “Thank you, Lord Thranduil! I promise, you will not be sorry.”
The elven king chuckled. “You need not tell me that, I already knew, Estel. I already knew.”
He gently clasped his right hand and left hand around the prince’s neck, feeling for anything swollen.
“I can see that.” he said as he nodded for the prince to swallow.
“Well, should no one check on him?” The king asked with raised eyebrows.
“As soon as I am done here, we will go and check.” He nodded again and Legolas did it once more.
Even though the blonde prince did not really know Aragorn, he was still a little worried.
After a few moments, Elrond’s fears heightened. “All right. I can not wait any longer, let us go find him.”
Legolas hopped down from the table and followed Elrond through the door, Thranduil followed his son.
“Let us start in your room, he was headed there, after all.”
Thranduil nodded. “All right, be careful though. I was resting right in the hall inside the doorway, I left my chair there.”
Elrond spun round, and looked into the other elf’s deep blue eyes.
If what he had said was true, Aragorn was probably injured or unconscious and Elrond, sure as Eru himself lived, wanted...
“YOU WHAT?!” he yelled, half in dismay, half in worry.
The elven king backed up a step, the anger clear in Elrond’s silver eyes.
“I-”
Elrond shook his head, the fire diminishing. “No need to explain, I did not mean to yell, but we need to find him!”
The three elves ran quickly the well lighted halls, Legolas looked upon the beautiful tapestries as they ran. Each seemed to tell a story; one had a young elven girl and a tall mortal man, another a great elf wielding a spear.
Soon he could not pay attention to those anymore, for Elrond stopped at the door to the room that they had been given.
The elf lord’s eye widened and he rushed forward, panting in worry.
“Estel!” he cried, Legolas came to a sudden stop as he looked inside. He saw their room, light filtering through the soft, lace drapes.
At first Legolas could not see Estel, but he finally realized that was because of all the things the young man was covered with.
The chair that had fallen upon his legs and back, in the process of hitting his head, which Legolas was sure had to have hurt badly, a thick blanket had fallen from the bed and onto his prone form. And since his maroon shirt matched the bedding, it was hard to see him in the tangle of bed sheets and furniture.
Thranduil stepped in and quickly removed the chair so the Elrond could take the boy.
The elf king was surprised at how heavy the chair was, in the back of his heart, he hoped that Estel had not broken anything, but he would not let his worry show through to far.
Legolas knelt beside the man, his eyes frightened.
Elrond, seeing the fear in his eyes put a reassuring hand on the younger elf’s slumped shoulder.
“No fear, young prince, this has happened before. Many times in fact, could you please run and get Glorfindel, tell him ‘Estel has fallen’. He will know what to get, then help him carry anything he collects. Understood?”
Legolas nodded, blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. He leapt to his feet and raced around the corner, his light feet barely touching the floor.
Once he was sure Legolas was gone, Thranduil scooted towards the other elf and his child.
“How did this happen? I mean, that chair was large enough he should have seen it?”
Elrond pursed his lip. Should he tell Thranduil? The elven king had a right to know. But it might break Estel’s trust, then the boy might never trust him again.
He looked into the king’s eyes and saw only worry and trust, trust that Elrond would help him understand and worry for the young one that lay now sprawled next to them upon the hard floor.
Scooting forward, Elrond slid his hands, carefully, beneath Estel’s limp form. A soft moan came, but no sign that he would wake. The elven lord stood to his feet slowly.
“I am sorry, but may we use your bed and lay him there. Legolas will be back with Glorfindel soon and I would rather us be here when they arrive so Legolas and Glorfindel do not get confused.”
The elven king nodded and pulled the sheets and quilt back over his bed and readjusted the pillows.
With the love of a concerned father showing through, Elrond placed his son upon the bed and gently laid his head on the Down pillows, brushing the hair away to look at the huge multi-colored bruise and lump on his son‘s forehead.
He winced outwardly and Thranduil hissed as if he was in pain himself. Elrond looked up with a weary smile.
The half elf quietly picked up one of Aragorn’s arm, concern mounting and showing easily in his eyes. He looked at the twisted appendage, biting his lip as the man moaned softly.
“It’s broken.” he said, placing the injured limb back on the bed.
Thranduil nodded, but was still slightly surprised that one so, seemingly, strong could so easily break a bone.
The darker haired elf smiled sadly, seeing the confusion in the other’s eyes. “He is strong, but the marble floor is stronger, I am afraid, the combined weight with the chair and it would be easy to break a bone, mind that enough force is directed.”
“I was never much for healing. Always fancied a blade.” Thranduil chuckled as he said this, smiling.
“Me too.” Elrond directed his attention to his awakening son, the elf lord grinned and touched the bump on the boy’s head, careful not to hurt him too much.
“Were we running again when I explicitly warned you not too?” the half elf looked sympathetically as Estel hissed.
“Maybe.” the man chuckled and gingerly sat up, with some help.
Thranduil scooted nearer to the man and held up two fingers, worry creased on his fore-head. “How many fingers am I holding up Estel?”
Biting his lip hard, Aragorn blinked and answered, it seemed he was uncertain, and this time, Thranduil caught the hesitation in his voice.
“Um…Four?”
The elven king, grasped a bit of his shirt and held it closer to Aragorn’s face.
“What color is my tunic, then?”
Elrond held up a hand and shook his head. “This has gone on long enough!” he growled at the young man, his eyes on fire again. Thranduil could tell that Estel knew the look well. Estel winced visibly at the edge in his father’s voice.
“What? Lord Elrond, I am sure, I do not understand?” The elven king backed away, confusion easily seen on his face and in his blue eyes.
“Estel! Tell him now! I hate keeping secrets from our guests, tell-NOW!”
Sighing in distress, Aragorn rubbed his face and sightless eyes. “Then I suppose that the prince will want to hear also-” he stopped a moment, spending the time that he felt he had left, for he was sure after this he would be shunned by both guests. That was what always happened, people always hated him for being different.
Summoning more courage than he would have need to face fifty raging orcs, Estel let his words come out long and pronounced. “Come in Prince Legolas, no need for you to miss the moment you have been so waiting for.”
Both elves turned as Legolas slowly came in, his eyes a little stunned. A smiling Glorfindel was following right behind, he was carrying all the healing utensils that might be later needed.
The elven king turned, he eyed the man that sat before him.
The deep blue eyes traced over Aragorn from head to toe, and then back, but one thing remained in his mind, the boy’s eyes. They were silver and clouded, almost totally grey,
“You should take more time to listen to your son, King Thranduil, for he was correct all along. Ever since the day you have arrived, you have let a blind man lead you through the endless halls and down the garden paths. And now you have noticed that the one who led you could not see the paths himself.”
Silence was all that floated in the room, the king was speechless. He had no words of how wrong he had been, how much he had told Legolas to ‘Shut up and let it be’ when the child had been right all along!
“I am sorry for not telling you sooner, I just- I just wanted to be treated like Elladan or Elrohir, as if I was normal.”
Thranduil looked at him again, this time he had a smile and was no longer in shock. “Do not say such things, dear boy, for you are truly amazing in all talents you possess. I would never have known you were blind had I not put my chair in the hall.”
Aragorn laughed, tears streaming down his face, and for the first time in his life, they were tears of joy. “Thank you, Lord Thranduil! I promise, you will not be sorry.”
The elven king chuckled. “You need not tell me that, I already knew, Estel. I already knew.”
