Stars and Danger by ElenaRoan|
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of them, written purely for enjoyment.
Summary: Written for the Happiness/Unhappiness Teitho, with the theme Happiness.
Timeline: III 2946 (Estel 15 years old)
“So how did you manage to leave them behind?” The quiet question, directed at the blond elf, carried easily across the small clearing the four friends were in, watching the beauty of the sunset.
A slow mischievous smile stretched across Legolas’ face as he answered, “It must have slipped my thoughts to inform them of the outing.”
“You did what?” The sole human of the group asked incredulously before starting to laugh.
Elladan laughed, “That is something you would do, too, Legolas.”
“They are going to want your hide on the wall when we get back.” Elrohir added.
“Will be worth it, not to have them fussing around me at every opportunity.”
That drew a chuckle from the other three.
“So...” Elrohir said eventually, “Are we going to head back to Imladris tonight or set up camp?”
Legolas chuckled, “I think I would rather spend a night under the stars.”
“You just want to avoid the captain.” Estel teased.
“True.” Legolas conceded with a smile, “but I do also want to spend some time under the trees and stars.”
Estel chuckled but didn’t argue with his friend; in truth he was rather glad to have some time with the prince without everyday life intruding. The prince was due to return to Mirkwood in a few days and the adopted son of Elrond was already beginning to miss the blond haired elf.
“Well, if we are going to spend the night out here we should set up camp.” Elrohir said tossing one of the sleeping rolls at Legolas from his position by the horses, having risen while they spoke. Legolas reacted just fast enough to catch the thrown bedding and mock glared at the twin, prompting all of them to start laughing.
The prince rose to his feet as Elladan lobbed a second sleeping roll, this time at Estel who caught it deftly. He chuckled lightly as the twins rejoined them and they began to set up the camp.
Partway through unrolling his sleeping roll the wood elf paused, looking up at the surrounding trees as if hearing something none of the three with him could hear.
“Legolas?” Elrohir barely breathed as the other three froze, watching the prince intently.
The twins had their swords out within a heartbeat of the soft warning, Estel a few moments later, and all three moved closer together.
The prince rose silently and quickly moved over to them, stringing an arrow on his bow as he did so.
“I can hear them now, yrch (orcs).” Elrohir stated softly, his voice steely.
Estel shot a glance at his brother, noticing the change, and was almost shocked to note that not one trace of the twins’ good humour or light hearted mood of only seconds ago remained on their faces. Instead an intense concentration was obvious and a battle light shone in their eyes. Legolas appeared different as well, though not to the dramatic extent of the twins, probably because the prince never completely relaxed like the twins did.
“What are they doing so close to Imladris?” Estel queried softly.
“I do not know, but it shall not continue for long.” Elladan answered.
The horses shifted around to stand behind the elves and the human as the first of the orcs appeared in the clearing.
“Well, well...what do we have here?” One of the orcs growled the words nearly unintelligible, mauled by their mouth.
“Your death, unless you wish to save time and your lives by fleeing now.” Elrohir replied, his voice carrying the promise that death was all they would get here.
“Well I don’t know about that, seems to me my boys could make short work of you.”
“You obviously are visitors to this land.” Legolas commented, forestalling any reply from the twins.
“And why would you say that, blondie?”
“Because any who know this land know well the skill of the twin sons of Elrond.”
“I have no need of fables like that, if such beings ever existed they would be long gone by now. Fallen either to our blades or to the shadow in their hearts.” The orc leered at them, “See, I know those stories. I also know what happens to elves when they too long indulge in rage.”
Both twins shifted a little uncomfortably but it was the clear voice of Legolas who answered.
“You lean too much on your own understanding, filthy one.”
The orc snarled and shifted his sword, prompting the three swordsmen and one archer facing the dark creatures to tense in anticipation of the orcs attack.
They were right. The orcs rushed at them and in an instant their swords were singing through the air while Legolas’ arrows found their deadly marks.
A few of the brighter orcs attempted to break through to the archer, only to get decapitated for their trouble. The four beings knew each other’s moves as well as if they had initiated them themselves.
As more orcs poured out of the darkened trees towards the four, arrows began flying out of the surrounding trees, striking towards the orcs with deadly accuracy. Legolas spared a brief glance towards those trees and saw the Mirkwood escort appearing from their cover.
The fight was over nearly as quickly as it began and the four beings turned to deal with the aftermath of the battle. The twins moved off silently to check that all the orcs were no longer in this world. Estel glanced after them then, with a quick glance at Legolas, moved to follow. The prince turned to face the approaching captain.
“You neglected to inform us of your outing, caun nín (my prince).” The captain stated coolly.
“It must have slipped my mind.” Legolas returned.
“Then it is opportune for us that not all your companions are as good at hiding their trail as you are.”
Legolas looked at him with a knowing smile, knowing without a doubt that there was no way the captain had tracked them.
The captain sighed, “Very well. It was the trees that alerted us to your position and danger.”
Legolas’ smile widened at the admission.
Across the battle site Estel caught up with Elrohir as he stood gazing, almost unseeingly, at the orc leader.
“Elrohir.” When the elf didn’t react to him Estel stepped around to his front, not noticing Elladan note what was happening and move closer.
Estel took his brother’s chin in his hand and gently but firmly forced the twin to look at him. Elrohir’s grey eyes locked on Estel’s and were caught in the ancient gaze his little brother had turned on him.
“You are not what he tried to claim. You found your light.” Estel said firmly when he was sure he had the elf’s attention.
“No.” Elladan said softly coming up silently behind Estel and putting his arm around his shoulders, causing the young human to break the gaze and glance at the older twin. As their human brother’s grip on his chin left him, Elrohir stepped closer to mirror his twin’s stance, on the other side of Estel.
“We found our hope, Estel.” Elrohir finished for Elladan.
With one last glance at the carnage the three brothers moved back across the clearing to where the prince waited with his escort.