Friendship Lay by the Hands of Nature by Sivan|
Title: Friendship Lay by the Hands of a Nature
Warning: Angst/Humor? OOC for in case.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien, I just borrowed them.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Summary: Expect the Unexpected. Aragorn and Legolas have weaknesses that might destroy their friendship for good…
Note: The fic was written for Teitho for theme – Un-happy for happy end, and Happy for un-happy end.
The King and the Lord watched from the balcony as their children played together.
King Thranduil was glad for the sight of his elfling as he played with the human, Elrond’s adopted child. It seemed that somehow that kid caused a huge change in his son’s behavior, as before Elrond and the human came, Legolas was closed in his own walls, and did not want to leave, and go back to his room All he wanted was to be with the nature, as they were his friends.
"What is your son’s weakness, Your Highness?" Elrond asked in curiosity, a hidden smile upon his face.
"Nature. If something happens, and I do not mean, as in natural way, he loses himself, and accuses everyone of destroying it."
"I see, so your son, loves the nature, as the nature is in his heart." Elrond said, though he thought, ‘Poor Thranduil, I have no idea how you manage to stay alive, as your son must be stubborn, very stubborn.’
"So, what is the human’s weakness, Hir-nin?" Thranduil asked as he smiled at him.
Elrond smiled back, and answered, "Weapons. He desires weapons; the shine from the blade, the whisper of the arrow before it hits the target. To conclude, everything that looks like a weapon."
Thranduil felt pity, as he wished that his son would learn how to kill, but it seemed that Legolas did not want to as he feared that he would kill his best friends, his dearest friends, and he swore to his father that he would not touch any weapons.
"I wish my son would be like your son, mellon-nin…" Thranduil said what he truly felt.
Elrond moved his hand over Thranduil’s shoulders, squeezed it and said, "I also wished that my son would have the sympathy and the grace that your son has."
"Those wishes would not come true, even if we begged to Istar, and yet it is also good to have wishes, and dreams, mellon-nin, so let’s rest and waited for their return." Thranduil suggested.
While in the forest…
"You killed my bird… you killed my beautiful bird… argh…"
Aragorn looked over his friend, and tried to defend himself against Legolas’ accusation, "I did not mean it, mellon-nin… I shot over the sun, it was meant to hit the sun…"
Aragorn tossed his bow away, as he heard the accusation.
But it seemed that Legolas did not bother to listen to the human, as he walked away with the bird over to the palace, but he stopped as he noticed that his father was on the balcony.
Aragorn had hurried over to his friend, knowing if his father and the king heard of it, it would be the death of him, because of a bird.
"Daro… mellon-nin, daro, saes…" Aragorn begged as he hurried after his friend. [Stop… my friend, stop, please…]
He saw Legolas stopped on the balcony, he came closer and noticed that his father was there with the king too, he thought that he could heard his crying, and followed after him.
"Who did this to you, Iôn?" The King had asked, and Aragorn tried to save his breath. [Son?]
Legolas turned his face, and stared at Aragorn, and answered as he was still angry and pointed over to the human, "Him! He killed my bird…"
Elrond glared his eyes from the princeling and then through his son’ eyes, he could feel that there was something amiss between them, and all of this, as it seemed started from Legolas’s bird.
Elrond knelt by the Legolas’ side, and asked him gently, "Give me your bird… let me look over your bird…"
Legolas looked over the lord, knowing of his power to save those who were dying, and asked himself, ‘Why should I bring him my bird? He can only heal elves…’
"Let me look on your bird, princeling," Elrond said to him, then he looked over to Thranduil, the princeling’s adar, and continued, "Let me heal your bird, I will not harm your bird…"
Thranduil glanced over his son, and stroked his cheeks, and said softly, "He is healer of all, and not only elves he heals, but the sons and the daughters of Mother Nature, trust him, Iôn…"
Legolas closed his eyes, then looked over at the Lord, and asked, "But it is dead, how can you heal something that died by the hands of man?"
Elrond nodded, and answered, "Trust me. You have the word of a healer."
Legolas nodded, and as he handed him his bird, he could not stop the new tears from falling down.
Thranduil paid a lot of attention to his son, as he was worried for him, as he did not see him sleep or eat properly and feared for him.
He walked over to his son’s room, and opened the door, only to find the room empty. With hope he walked over to Aragorn’s room, only to find the human, who lifted his head, as tears fell down his face. Thranduil felt mercy for the human, and stepped forward to comfort the human, and to give him words of love.
"Please, do not take it personally, it has happened to every elf in my kingdom, though it did not came to death… he will forgive you as he has a large heart… trust me." Thranduil comforted him, and embraced him with a warm hug, and then he tucked in the human child, and covered him with the blankets.
Before the king left the room, Aragorn called, "Hannon-le."
Thranduil only nodded and smiled at him and left.
As he left the human child’s room, he continued to search after his missing elfling, and found him in Elrond’s room, that was also used as a special healing room, for Legolas’s bird.
He opened the door only to find them busy as Elrond seemed to be trying to convince his son.
"Ada?" Legolas asked, as his sight was blurring, and he could felt the room circling around him.
"Ion-nin, have you eaten something or slept?" Thranduil asked and came towards his son, as he feared for him.
Legolas shook his head, as he had not touched the food, or slept, and Thranduil could see the black circles that were painted around his son’s eyes.
"Iôn, if you continued to act like this, you would soon be in bed for several days, and I will forbid you to play with the nature, is that what you want?" Thranduil asked, and stared deeply in his son’s face.
Legolas lowered his face; no, he did not wish it, he loved the nature with all of his heart, but he understood that he need not sacrifice his health.
"I understand, ada. I just need company so I could walked safely over the kitchen or to my room so I can lay my head in my bed." Legolas and answered with pleading eyes.
"What about Aragorn?" Elrond jumped on the suggestion and asked the elfling that was standing in front of him.
Legolas turned his eyes from his father over to the healer, and answered with a sharp voice, "No way. Not until he respects my friends, as they respect him."
Elrond and Thranduil exchanged glances between them, knowing it would be hard.
"Come Iôn, I will take you to the bed, as you will be going to eat a lot in the morning." Thranduil lifted his son in his hands and left the room.
He walked over to his son’s room, and laid his son on his beloved bed that held his blanket that was interwoven with leaves, green and gray. Legolas loved the soft touch of it.
"Sleep Iôn, I will wake you in the morning." Thranduil tucked his son in, observing him with one last look before he left the room.
Thranduil walked over Elrond’s room again, and reported to him about his son, and asked about the bird’s health.
"The bird is alive, only the wing is broken, but it will live." Elrond answered.
"It is good to hear that mellon-nin. I just hope that it did not affect their friendship." Thranduil wished to himself.
In the morning…
Thranduil woke his son, but did not tell him the news, as he first wanted his son to eat properly, as he looked to his eyes so pale and thin, as he could looked like a tree.
Legolas ate plate after plate, and Thranduil wondered if his son regularly ate properly..
After Legolas finished eating, he glared at his son, and told him the news.
Aragorn came in the kitchen only to hear it, and burst in their question, "What?"
Thranduil turned his face to the child and answered softly, to confirm what the human had heard, "Yes, the bird is alive, though one of her wings is broken."
Aragorn sighed in relief.
Legolas noticed the change in the human’s face and turned at him angry as he was as Thranduil could still hear the accusation in his son’s voice, "But my bird is broken because of you… you broke my bird…"
Thranduil clasped his son’s shoulders and reprimanded him, "Legolas, it is enough. You have to stop it at once!"
Elrond entered in the kitchen, and noticed the tears that came from the princeling, as he also noticed the angry face that lay upon his friend.
He walked over to his son, who was quiet, and embraced him.
"What could we do, to see you both smile, and play together?" Elrond asked, as he wished them to be back to the friends they were before the incident.
Aragorn and Legolas found themselves staring at each other, but Legolas lowered his face first.
"Is there something?" Thranduil asked and glared at both of them.
"There is something that I think can do it." Legolas answered, though he did not throw them any hint.
"What? I will do anything…" Aragorn asked with pleading eyes.
"Really?" Legolas asked, and saw the nod that Aragorn gave him, and asked him, "What would you do for the Nature?"
The End… for now…