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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Elrond glanced behind noticed the limp form of Elladan as Elrohir did as best as he could of not letting his older half to fall.

'I will have a problem; I know that Thranduil will demand from me to work of his son's form, but what about my son?' Elrond wondered, and hoped that Elladan would come around before he will be the one to lose control, and then there will be no one who would heal those who needed his help.

Elrond decided to act, knowing by the last events that if they did not arrive soon, Thranduil might do something stupid while his son leaned on death's door.

"Estel," Elrond softly called.

The boy looked up at his Adar, waiting for him to continue, and Elrond did, "I need you to ride with Elrohir while I take care of Elladan, do you understand?"

Estel nodded.

Elrond helped the boy dismounted from the horse, and motioned to Elrohir to get his horse closer to him so he could lift Elladan's form and support him as he was in front of him. Then Elrohir lifted the boy, and settled him in front of him, as well.

While they rode, Elrohir and Estel were talking between each other, as Elrond examined Elladan's limp form, waiting for any reaction as he listened to his sons.

"I am scared," Estel said, as he started to shake.

Elrohir lightly squeezed the boy's shoulder, "You will see, little brother, they will be all right. There is nothing to be scared of."

"But... but... Legolas was pale, and Elladan did not say any words... will they die?" Estel asked as he turned his face, staring at his brother, with tears waiting in his eyes, rolling one by one down from his eyes to his cheeks.

Elrohir wiped the tears from his brother, and tried to answer the best he could, "Adar is a great healer, you know that he will do anything to heal them, right, little brother?"

Estel nodded, but seemed unconvinced, as he asked, "But what if Adar does not have the right herbs in the palace... will we let Legolas die?"

Elrohir sighed softly, and answered, "Estel, sweet brother, when we cross the bridge we will see."

"I hope we will cross the bridge soon cause I do not want to lose Legolas, or Elladan." Estel grinned at his brother.

"Neither do I, little brother."

Elrohir could hear the boy sniffle, "What is it, Estel?"

"It is the wind, sharp in my eyes, and made me cry more." Estel said.

"Oh... Estel... it just happened, I do not think that it was the wind's intention." Elrohir grinned and smiled at his brother.

Estel chuckled, and Elrohir was pleased to see a smile from the boy.

Then a voice was heard, Elrohir stared at his brother, and asked him, "Are you hungry?"

Estel nodded as he rubbed his belly.

Elrohir took the bag, opened it, and with a smile in his face he asked, "Do you want a piece of passion fruit or lembas?"

Estel moved his tongue upon his lips, hunger sparkled from his eyes, as he answered, "Passion fruit first, then the lembas, so I will feel that I am full with food."

"Well, then, look ahead while I cut the fruit." Elrohir said to the boy.

Elrond stared at his sons, enjoying the sight that he caught, and he was glad to see Estel smiling and relaxing, knowing that the boy needed it.

Elrond stared at his oldest, grabbing the bag, he remembered that he might have something that would make Elladan wake up, he needed him, and his brothers needed him too.

Elrohir grabbed a powder that he made before, and moved it closer to Elladan's nose.

The elf stirred, it took much time, as Elladan tried to open his eyes, though Elrond was relief when he noticed his son moving his muscles, his mouth was open, like he is going to say anything, but not actually speaking aloud.

"Elladan," he called softly, waiting for him to reply.

"A... Adar?" Elladan's voice was weakly

"Aye, ion-nin, it is I." Elrond confirmed smiling at him.

"W... Where... is... Legolas...?" Elladan asked his mouth was dry.

Elrond pulled the bag back at the saddle, and in return he removed the canteen, opening it, as he said, "Take a little sip, ion, I do not want you to choke."

Elladan did try to do so, as the feeling of the water dripping down his throat felt good.

Then, Elrond decided that it was time to answer to his son, "Thanks to you, ion-nin, we did find Legolas..."

But was cut by the elder, "But... I do not see him..."

"You will once we approach the palace, he will be all right." Elrond explained and squeezed the elf's shoulder.

"And... Estel... Elrohir... where?" Elladan asked, concerned about his youngest brothers.

"They are near, but not to far."