In the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies, Thranduil finds the world within his Halls empty. He struggles to come to terms with the absence of his only child and the loss of the one he raised as if she were his own daughter. He begins to r...
Legolas returns to his fathers' halls only to learn of Lord Tirithiáël's treachery and his fathers' decision to allow him the honor of a dual to the death. Terrified for his fathers' safety, he seeks him out to dissuade him. Although he claims to have made his peace, Thranduil still agonizes over what he must now do. He faces Eirik, the Nördyqûi as he gives him a message to pass on to his brother Lochinvar.
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Pulling the dark gray hood further over his head, Legolas frowned slightly as he moved slowly through the lengthening evening shadows. Pausing as he reached the pine grove just beyond the narrow path near the murky waters of the Enchanted River, he studied the motionless form of the sentry at the entrance for long moments.
"I know a great many things." His father had stated, unsuccessfully hiding his irritation at his insolence during the confrontation that Legolas now deeply regretted. "Perhaps you should explain yourself. You can start by telling me why you thought it necessary to sneak into my house like a thief in the night." The harsh words haunted him even now as he scanned the patrol posts in the treetops, noting two forest guards where there had formerly only been one.
"Something is wrong." He thought, ducking deeper into the shadows. Distinguishable only to elven ears, the soft yet clear bird sounds told him the guards had been alerted to his presence. Crouching beneath the heavy branches of the pine tree, he watched the slender form moving purposefully yet stealthily toward him.
"Legolas!" A voice he recognized as belonging to his friend Träëliôrn hissed. "I know you're there!"
"What is going on?" Legolas asked quietly, yet his tone was demanding as he moved from the cover of the shadows.
"It would seem our childish antics over the years has made the king take note of the weaknesses in the palace." Träëliôrn chuckled softly as the two embraced briefly.
"What are you not telling me?" Legolas stated more than asked as he stepped back, meeting his friends' uncomfortable gaze.
"Legolas." He sighed heavily, his gaze darting quickly at their surroundings as he searched for his words.
"What has happened to my father!?" He demanded, panic gripping his heart as he moved past him toward the path leading toward the kings' stables.
"Nothing!" Träëliôrn hissed, grabbing the princes' arm tightly. "The king is fine!" He stated firmly as he jerked him around to face him.
"I do not know everything." He continued, his tone softening somewhat beneath the princes' fearful yet angry glare. "For the past two days the king has been sequestered in the sanctuary with Séonäis..."
"Why does my father seek the council of the High Cleric?" He interrupted him, his voice shaking notably, his anxiousness clearly etched in his features as he stared at his friend.
"You have been gone just over a moon my friend." Träëliôrn stated, releasing his grip on the princes' arm. "Much has happened in your absence. Come, the guards will not deny your entry. I will explain only what I know."
