Broken Spirit (LOTR Fanfiction General - Little Legolas, Family Drama)

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Beta: Erynlinia & Raina & Nautika & Tena & Oli & Aranel

Disclaimer: I own only the plot; Tolkien though was the one that created the great world of Middle Earth. I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of the story.

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"You promised me that you would keep him safe, no matter what he says. Keep your promise to me!" A voice was heard, a voice that only the environment heard, not the princeling that kept falling, getting hit by the edge of the branches.

"Save him... save him..." the voice was heard again, urged over the nature.

Before Legolas hit hard on the ground the branch of the tree caught him, and placed him softly on the green grass.

Legolas felt the shiver that went through his body, and started to run away from the tree, as fast as his legs would carry him.

The yelling of the creatures could still be heard from a far, as though they were waiting for him to show and reach the trap.

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The next morning... outside the palace...

Elrond stood next to his sons, helping each one to take their bag, and giving them a kiss upon their cheeks. Then before they departed, he knelt and simply told them how much he loved them, and wanted them to return in two days.

"Elladan, Elrohir, Estel, I ask you to hear and do what ever the guards would tell you to do, and always stick close to them, all right?" Elrond asked, as he looked at them with concern.

Elladan glanced at his younger brothers, noticed their nods, he answered his Adar, "We understand, Adar, and we will not let you down."

Now Elrond was concerned and wondered what Elladan meant by his words.

"What do you mean? You never let me down!" Elrond said with a gentle voice, "I love you, and you love me, why for the sake of Valar you would let me down?"

"Forgive me, Adar, I did not mean to say it, I... I guess it is because of what had happened in recent days." Elladan stuttered as he lowered his head.

"You are all angry with Thranduil, and while I do not blame you for feeling that way. I wish you did not." Elrond told his sons.

Noticing his sons looked as though they wished to speak, Elrond said firmly. "Do not apologize to me again, my sons, for it might not end, and you would not be able to search for the princeling, all right?"

"Agreed." All of them answered at once.

"Now, I will see you in the first light of the third day, off you go..." Elrond grinned at them, saying his last words as he then watched his sons accompany the guards.

Tears fell from Elrond's eyes, as his mind threw him a message of comfort, 'Do not worry; they know how to take care of themselves, and the guards will protect him as well... now you better hurry and deal with that stubborn king.'

Elrond turned around; walking back to the palace he sighed, knowing he faced a battle that only one could win, and he definitely did not want to be the one who lost.

After all, he felt that he already lost his sons to search for Legolas, as Thranduil seemed not to care anymore.

Elrond felt his body tense as he tried to control his feelings; he breathed in and out, trying to be calm, knowing he might lose his temper with the king.