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

31.

For Disclaimer and Summary checked in previous chapters.

Beta: oli

A/N: Special chapter. Might need some tissues, and it's sort of a companion to:

Adar & Ion: Go Fish!

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Elrohir and Thranduil rode hard with the rest of the guards towards the palace.

The king was worried about the boy's condition, the boy was showing no signs, and from time to time he had to urge the boy to breath, as he seemed to be having problems with it.

"We need to hurry..." Thranduil said with a concerned voice.

Elrohir stared at his little brother, noticing how Estel struggled with each breath that he took, and he hoped that his Adar could help him.

Elrohir nodded at the king, as both rode at full speed, pushing their horses harder and faster, only stopping as they arrived at the stable, and letting the stable lads take care of their amounts.

The door of the healer's room was opened and they could hear Elrond's orders from the hallway. Thranduil's heart missed a beat, as he feared that he might lose his son after all.

Elladan was the first to walk toward the guests that he saw at the door. Though he did turn his back to his unmoving friend as he walked.

Elladan though did not miss the locked eyes of the king toward the unmoving form of the princeling; he tried to ignore it, as he moved toward the unconscious boy in the king's arms.

"Is Estel all right?" Elladan asked with concern.

"He will be all right, young one, once your Adar sees to him." Thranduil told him with grace, and then he took a chair, and sat, looking toward his son, as tears started falling from his eyes.

Elrond read the concerned in the king's eyes, but did not know what to say as he didn't have an answer himself.

"Thranduil," Elrohir caught the king's attention, and then he added, "Talk to him, say something, it might help," he sighed and then he continued, "I know that my Adar and gwador tried, so there's only you left."

Thranduil then set his eyes upon his unmoving son.

Not knowing of what he should say, he let his mind sink into a sweet memory and it gave him something to lean on...

The king sighed heavily, knowing that his elfling might be the death of him with all the running around he was doing, exploring everything that caught his eyes, and yet Princeling Greenleaf, never seemed to amaze him.

Seeing his son run close to the river, an idea enlightened inside the king's head.

"Greenleaf," Thranduil voice caught the elfling's attention as he continued, "Look what I found..." he pointed toward bees near the tree.

The buzzing sound caught the elfling's ears, as Greenleaf moved away from the river, and starts to investigate the loud noise in the air.

He saw his son running and trying to catch some of the bees in his hands, which making the King cringe with the thought of the pain it would cause if Legolas became stung.

"Ion, come to me, and I will tell you a story of how the bee got a bite of me..." this caught the princeling attention, as Legolas ran toward his Adar, and sat on his lap eagerly wanting to know the story.

"You got a bite from a bee, Adar?" Greenleaf asked with a soft voice and Thranduil could not stop his hand moving toward the golden hair and rubbed it consciously as he started telling the story.

"Aye, I did, and you will never guess of whom saved my life..." Thranduil teased his son.

"You will tell me if I will give you my pleading look, Ada..." Legolas said staring at the King with wide blue eyes and waiting for the information.

Thranduil sighed heavily, it seemed that his son knew of his weakness, knowing that he was not going to win, the king added more.

"It was Lord Elrond, do you remember him?"

"Aye and his sons... how could I forget Adar...? They scared the birds, and let them fly away..."

Thranduil smiled, fallen at that moment, he chuckles at the memory, and then set himself to the story that he started.

"It had started when Ada took me to the forest, told me about bees and honey, I love honey. The taste is sweet, though it made my hands sticky and it was hard to get rid of, I had to clean my hands well." Thranduil said, and looked at his son, waiting in case he had a question to ask but Greenleaf only stared at him.

"I ran ahead toward the swarm the bees created at the tree they stayed, I did not feel the first sting of the bee, as I was too excited to see them, though I did not hear Ada calling my name over and over, as my sight blurred and all I could see was darkness..." Thranduil shivered at that thought, and stopped as he could not find the right words to continue.

"I hate those flying bees... they hurt you Ada..." Greenleaf told him, and felt warm as his Adar hugged him tight.

"You should not do this, ion, though you have to respect their area, and come to them when they let you, not before, as I got hurt, and show up with no thought at all... seemed as I let down the nature I live beside, and as they respect us, we need to respect them as well." Thranduil explained, not wishing his son to hate the bees.

"I understand Ada."

"Good. Now would you wish to explain to your Ada why you almost cost him to panic as you ran toward the river?" Thranduil asked him with a smile.

Greenleaf smiled back to his Ada, but did not reply, though he ran again toward the river, making his Ada comes after him...

"It is good to see you smile, mellon-nin." Elrond said, as he tried to comfort the king.

Thranduil seemed angry at himself, he should not smile not until he would see his elfling smiling and playing with him.

"I should not smile... remembering a good time, like he is dead..." Thranduil mumbled.

Elrohir heard the king's rant, and hurried to aid his Adar whom seemed speechless at that time.

"Ada, help Elladan tend Estel, while I stay with Thranduil." Elrohir said, focusing his eyes upon the king.

Elrond nodded to his son, and left to tend the boy, knowing that Elladan would keep even the maids away from Estel.

Elrohir took another chair and sat beside the king, the elf tried to read his face, but it seemed that the king knew of how the block him well.

But the king seemed to forget that the eyes are the mirror of the soul, and the sorrow and the happy memories were shining through the Kings eyes and Elrohir could see it.

"Thranduil, talk to him about the good memories, do not let yourself sink back into grief." Elrohir hoped that this would guide the king to do something for his son.

"What should I tell him? I know that I am not a great Adar like Elrond is with you..." Thranduil mumbled in agony, as the words that Greenleaf shouted and ran away returned to his mind.

"Are you telling me now that you are giving up on him?" Elrohir asked and stared at the king with astonishment.

There was a hesitation in the air.

End of Chapter 31.