Whispers of the Forest (Legolas x Male OC)

Old Friends

The group's gallop slowed to a trot as they approached the burning pile of corpses. Sîrion's nose wrinkled in disgust as the smell of burnt flesh invaded his senses. Aragorn's horse stopped and Gimli almost flung himself off, rushing to the pile of burnt orcs. Sîrion followed suit, quickly dropping from the saddle once Legolas's arms had unwrapped themselves from his waist. Gimli was rummaging through the smoking bodies with his axe. A strong sense of dread sunk deeper into the hearts of the remaining fellowship. Sîrion began to circle the pile, looking for any sort of sign that Pippin and Merry were alright. Gimli gasped causing Sîrion to stop in his tracks.

"It's one of their wee belts."

Sîrion's heart sank at those words, anger flooding into his stomach. Legolas bowed his head, beginning an elvish prayer for the hobbits. Sirion stumbled backwards, feeling a familiar tug on his heart. A tug he had not felt in a long time. He turned his back on the others, wincing at the sound of Aragorn kicking an Uruk's helmet. Relief flooded across Sîrion's chest as voices of Fangorn forest filled his head. A small smile was able to worm its way onto his grief-stricken face. 'The listener has returned! Tell Fangorn his student has come back!' Sîrion ran to the closest tree, placing his forehead against it. The trees greeted him excitedly, happy to have an old friend in their midst once more. They told stories of two hobbits running away into the forest. Soon, the good news turned for the worst and the trees began to talk loud and fearfully, causing worry to begin to fester in Sîrion's chest.

Legolas looked around for Sîrion, finding it odd that he had wandered off so quick. Aragorn had found traces of the hobbits being alive, much to the relief of the group, yet Sîrion had run off before he could find out. Legolas finally laid eyes upon the other elf, his green and brown clothing had caused him to blend in with the forest. Legolas jogged over, excited to tell the good news to his friend. Sîrion's hands were clenched in fists and a deep frown contorted his normally smiling face. Legolas assumed he was still upset because of the hobbits being supposedly killed so he did not hesitate to gently grab the shoulder of the taller elf. His hand was grabbed and twisted away, a look of fury on Sîrion's face with tears running down his cheeks. Legolas let out a small yelp at the sudden movement and slight pain, backing away from the listener. Sîrion expression softened slightly, realizing it was Legolas who had grabbed him.

"The hobbits were taken to the white wizard in the forest," Sîrion stated in a low voice.

"Well, at least they are alive, even if they are in Saruman's grasp," Gimili stated, smiling wearily at the obviously shaken elf.

Aragorn made his way into the forest, continuing to track the movements of the hobbits from the night before. Gimili quickly followed. Sîrion did not make a move to leave, glaring off in a different direction of the forest.

"What is wrong, my friend?" Legolas asked softly, worry and confusion etched on his face.

Sîrion glanced at the Prince, shaking his head as he did not trust his voice. Anger was beginning to take hold of him.

"Please, I would like to help," Legolas tried again, taking a step forward.

"Don't. I-," Sîrion let out a frustrated groan, unclenching and clenching his fists, "Follow Aragorn, I will find you later."

Sîrion turned to leave but was stopped by Legolas grabbing his hand. Sîrion ripped his hand away, turning back towards the Prince.

"Legolas, leave me be," Sîrion said sternly, glaring at the other.

"No, not until you tell what has you so furious." Legolas stood his ground, glaring right back.

Sîrion could not hold his words back any longer, the anger and pain running through him taking over for a moment.