P/N: Part 2 of the previous fic; Rainy day. This turned out to be way too long. 7082 words...?!! *sob* So sorry guys...*sob sob* And it was supposed to be a f...no no ducking short story!!!!😭 I hope you enjoy...Please don't kill me, I tried to keep it short...*hides behind Legolas* And speaking of whom, I apologize beforehand that Legolas is a bit OOC here. He's acting a bit like an emotional teenager(I know exactly how an emotional teenager acts, me being one of them...), and I'm sorry if it offends you, but it's really my right to write however I want...😅 Anyway, have a good time!
Cast: Legolas, Aragorn, Thranduil, Lindir
Genre: angst, hurt&comfort, action, family
Warnings: torture(but not too bloody), tissue alert(okay...maybe not...but I tried...)
Notifications: Everything is Tolkien's. As usual.
Thranduil stared at a very frightened Lindir.
"So, minstrel. Where on Arda is lord Elrond?" Thranduil's voice was icy. So he didn't enjoy standing in the rain, a part of Lindir's mind absently thought while the rest was frozen in panic.
Lindir was jolted back to reality when Thranduil cleared his throat ominously.
"Oh, s...sorry, m'lord. Um, I'm afraid lord Elrond is away at the moment. But he will arrive here in a fortnight, so you can leave a message for him, and I will make sure to inform him of it. Or would you rather meet lord Glorfindel instead? " Lindir stammered, going through the visitor manual(which he had learned by heart by now)rapidly.
"And where is my son? He is here, right?" Thranduil inquired, looming closer to Lindir.
"Yes, he is here." Lindir answered, realizing that the Elvenking came here to find his injured son. When Legolas arrived at Rivendell not only badly hurt but poisoned, Elrond had sent a letter to tell Thranduil that Legolas was injured, and would stay in Rivendell until he fully healed. But it was typical of the protective king to be sorely afraid of his son's health, and thus, come looking for him. Now he could see that the king's normally expressionless blue eyes was brimming with both worry and fury. Which made Lindir think him less impersonal.
"He is here, and you need not worry, for he is healing well." Far too well for my liking, Lindir added to himself, thinking about how the prince had moved a whole desk by himself earlier.
Thranduil's soft words snapped him out of his thoughts. "Lead the way."
"Huh?" Lindir was confused for a moment. Where did the king wished to go?
"I need to see my son. Lead the way to the healing chambers." Thranduil clarified his intentions.
"Oh...I see. But my lord, prince Legolas is not in the healing chambers, but in his own room now. I cannot tell if he is fully restored, but it is true that his health has greatly improved. If you wish to meet him, I'll show you the way to his chamber." With those words, Lindir turned to guide Thranduil to the prince's room.
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Thranduil followed Lindir to Legolas's room, his head stuffed full with swirling emotions and thoughts. LIndir had said that Legolas was well, but he needed to see his only child with his own eyes, hold him in his arms, tell him off for not being more careful, for not coming back home. Maybe this was what being a parent meant, to be endlessly worried and furious at the same time. Last month had been pure torture to Thranduil, having only Elrond's short letter to hold onto the hope that his son was still alive. Thranduil had read that letter a thousand times, breaking down in despair, burning with fury, crying in desperate happiness, and overwhelmed with fear every time.
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