White Valar (A Legolas FanFic)

Chapter Nine - The King

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Once the orcs that had ambushed Legolas and I were dead, we carried Nessa's body to Mirkwood. When we came to the great doors of the halls, we found them flung apart and burnt. Only a few elves were left. They crept out of corners like little children. Timid, confused and reeking with fear. There were Orc and dwarf bodies everywhere and I tried not to let memories haunt me.

We bought the body to the main hall where the throne was located. But it wasn't there anymore, all that was left was a pile of burnt wood, bits and pieces of scattered elk horns, like fangs were scattered. But the most terrifying sight of all of it was that there was so much blood.

The way we walked towards the wreck was just too slow, too haunting.

An elf, who looked familiar, came down to Legolas. He ran and hugged him, slamming into his body.

'Legolas!' He whispered into his ear sharply. Legolas hugged him back. He looked a little older than him and had dark long hair. He had soft brown eyes made of kindness, but right now, they were full of relief.

'I'm so sorry,' Legolas mumbled into the elf's shoulder.

I looked around, but everything was ruined. 'What happened? How?' I asked sadly. The overwhelming sense of horror refused to leave me as I slowly turned around to get a full view of the destruction.

The elf let go of Legolas and then walked towards me, keeping his gaze upon the body I was holding. 'There were so many... Too many...' The elf whispered, his voice trembling.

'Bastards!' I hissed under my breath, stamping my foot, 'why would they do this?'

'The dwarves lost their allegiance to us, they fell for the tricks of the orcs,' the elf stated. I felt like this was the battle where the dwarves and elves fought each other for the Silmarils.

'What's in it for them?' I spat, accidentally a little harsh. I was losing my temper. I just needed to know what they were attacking for and then I could save the Valar.

'They took all of the gems and metals,' the elf replied. I couldn't keep calling him "elf".

I waved my hand in the air, trying to slow the conversation. 'What is your name?' I asked.

'A bit off topic...' Legolas muttered.

'Sorry,' he said. 'My name is Thelidir.'

I huffed in appreciation. 'Thanks.'

'They also took everything in the armoury, they burnt all of the crops and ransacked almost everywhere. They even killed the children.' He mentioned. 'I don't know what else they took, you may have to speak with the King... If he wakes up...' His voice trailed off.

'The King?' I asked softly, worrying that it would be a sensitive topic. I was still awkwardly holding Nessa in my hands. Thelidir must have thought that I was carrying one of my friends or something.

'The King... He...' Thelidir struggled. I looked to Legolas and he turned as white as a frost morning. My stomach hit the ground and I almost dropped Nessa's body. 'He... Is mortally wounded... We do not know if he will survive...' He stuttered.

'Where is he?' Legolas commanded, ready to run.

'He is in the healing house. Come, I will take you,' he said urgently, grabbing Legolas' arm and dragging him along.