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attending to him, under the supervision of your brother and Thranduil. That’s about as much as I can tell," Haldir responded.
"I had better see things for myself," Elrohir told him and headed toward the tent that Haldir had left.
Elrohir entered the tent. He could sense his twin, his brother, his grandma and grandpa, and even Thranduil – and they all seem pleased.
"How is he?" Elrohir asked.
"I hope that Haldir did not bring you any trouble," Celeborn told his grandson.
"Nay, he did not, even if he seems bored," Elrohir replied with a smile.
"Bored he is, all right," Elladan agreed with him, shooting their friend a smile.
"Estel needs to rest, I have cleaned his wound and added the fresh herbs,” Lady Galadriel spoke at last. “It should renew him and help him feel better in time to come."
"That is indeed good news," Thranduil said gratefully and sat beside the young man.
"It has been a while since I saw you both here," Galadriel gestured toward the twins.
"We know," Elladan nodded.
"Besides your brother being here – and the king himself – what could have chased you from your warm home?" Galadriel asked them.
"Our father," Elrohir replied almost emotionlessly.
"What has he done?" Celeborn asked.
"He chased Legolas away for harming Estel, but we have yet to know Legolas' part in these events," Elrohir replied, giving the shortened version of all that had happened.
"Where is Legolas now?" Celeborn asked with concern.
"I do not know; I wish that I knew," Thranduil replied sadly.
"What do you mean by that?"
"He left his horse behind, as well as all his arms. He is defenseless now," Thranduil replied.
"Oh Valar, this is not good, not good at all." Haldir said. Apparently he had sneaked back into the tent.
"Haldir," Celeborn warned him.
"I know. I am leaving now," Haldir said and hurried off.
"Thranduil, if you and the twins will follow me outside, there is something that I hope will help us find Legolas."
"Your mirror," Thranduil knew at once, his eyes lightening with hope, as he continued almost in wonder, "I have heard of it, but have never seen it for myself."
Galadriel led the way, gliding past Elven statues among the trees, frozen amid their merriment in the dark night. She looked neither to the right nor the left nor did she make any apparent sign.
Thranduil and the twins followed her quickly as she descended to the garden, veiled in the glade and filled a silver ewer with water from a clear, trickling stream. She stood before an ornate stand bearing a shallow silver basin, and began to pour the water smoothly into the silver mirror.
"Things that were… things that are….and some things…" she paused as she emptied the ewer and stepped back as she continued speaking, "…that have not yet come to pass."
Thranduil looked into the silver mirror. Initially, he saw only himself, and then he saw his son on the snow. Aragorn was near, his blood coloring the white snow. And then image changed. Aragorn was at Lothlórien, laughing, and Legolas' lifeless body lay somewhere that the king could not recall, bleeding its life away.
"Nay, that cannot be," Thranduil turned from the silver mirror; he could not bear to see what other grave scenes awaited him.
The twins, however, continued watching, and they could see themselves, along with Thranduil and Aragorn, seeking for Legolas.
"We will find Legolas; you will see this, my friend," Elrohir told him.
"How exactly? We do not know where he is," Thranduil pointed out, feeling himself on the verge of drowning in despair.
"Estel will find him," Elladan answered. Thranduil shot him a glance, and he quickly explained, "Aragorn is a ranger, and he can follow tracks well. He will find Legolas; all we have to do is to follow, and watch his back."
Thranduil nodded in thanks, and added, "Forgive me, I do not know what has come over me. Perhaps I am not prepared to see my son dying alone in some unknown place."
"You have nothing to apologize for," Elladan told him reassuringly.
"When will we leave, then?" Haldir asked immediately, having reappeared some time during the conversation.
"‘We’?" Galadriel asked her March-warden in surprise.
"Of course, “we”. I assume that the King, the twins and the injured man will be much aided if they were watched over by Lothlórien’s best guards," Haldir replied with a grin.
"You still have chores here, Haldir," Celeborn mentioned.
"They will be fulfilled by my brothers, while the guards and I could go along with them," Haldir replied. He had certainly thought it all out; he wanted to have a part in the adventure.
"All right, then," Celeborn said as he watched his March-warden, and then he turned to the king, "My guards will help watch your back."
"Hannon-le, Lord Celeborn and you too, Haldir," Thranduil bowed lightly to both of them in turn and excused himself. Walking alone to the line of trees, he sought strength and support to bear the image that he had seen. He could only pray that the Valar would not allow his son to fall to what death he must be seeking. If his son should die, he would certainly kill Elrond. And he confirmed that with a vow.
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"I had better see things for myself," Elrohir told him and headed toward the tent that Haldir had left.
Elrohir entered the tent. He could sense his twin, his brother, his grandma and grandpa, and even Thranduil – and they all seem pleased.
"How is he?" Elrohir asked.
"I hope that Haldir did not bring you any trouble," Celeborn told his grandson.
"Nay, he did not, even if he seems bored," Elrohir replied with a smile.
"Bored he is, all right," Elladan agreed with him, shooting their friend a smile.
"Estel needs to rest, I have cleaned his wound and added the fresh herbs,” Lady Galadriel spoke at last. “It should renew him and help him feel better in time to come."
"That is indeed good news," Thranduil said gratefully and sat beside the young man.
"It has been a while since I saw you both here," Galadriel gestured toward the twins.
"We know," Elladan nodded.
"Besides your brother being here – and the king himself – what could have chased you from your warm home?" Galadriel asked them.
"Our father," Elrohir replied almost emotionlessly.
"What has he done?" Celeborn asked.
"He chased Legolas away for harming Estel, but we have yet to know Legolas' part in these events," Elrohir replied, giving the shortened version of all that had happened.
"Where is Legolas now?" Celeborn asked with concern.
"I do not know; I wish that I knew," Thranduil replied sadly.
"What do you mean by that?"
"He left his horse behind, as well as all his arms. He is defenseless now," Thranduil replied.
"Oh Valar, this is not good, not good at all." Haldir said. Apparently he had sneaked back into the tent.
"Haldir," Celeborn warned him.
"I know. I am leaving now," Haldir said and hurried off.
"Thranduil, if you and the twins will follow me outside, there is something that I hope will help us find Legolas."
"Your mirror," Thranduil knew at once, his eyes lightening with hope, as he continued almost in wonder, "I have heard of it, but have never seen it for myself."
Galadriel led the way, gliding past Elven statues among the trees, frozen amid their merriment in the dark night. She looked neither to the right nor the left nor did she make any apparent sign.
Thranduil and the twins followed her quickly as she descended to the garden, veiled in the glade and filled a silver ewer with water from a clear, trickling stream. She stood before an ornate stand bearing a shallow silver basin, and began to pour the water smoothly into the silver mirror.
"Things that were… things that are….and some things…" she paused as she emptied the ewer and stepped back as she continued speaking, "…that have not yet come to pass."
Thranduil looked into the silver mirror. Initially, he saw only himself, and then he saw his son on the snow. Aragorn was near, his blood coloring the white snow. And then image changed. Aragorn was at Lothlórien, laughing, and Legolas' lifeless body lay somewhere that the king could not recall, bleeding its life away.
"Nay, that cannot be," Thranduil turned from the silver mirror; he could not bear to see what other grave scenes awaited him.
The twins, however, continued watching, and they could see themselves, along with Thranduil and Aragorn, seeking for Legolas.
"We will find Legolas; you will see this, my friend," Elrohir told him.
"How exactly? We do not know where he is," Thranduil pointed out, feeling himself on the verge of drowning in despair.
"Estel will find him," Elladan answered. Thranduil shot him a glance, and he quickly explained, "Aragorn is a ranger, and he can follow tracks well. He will find Legolas; all we have to do is to follow, and watch his back."
Thranduil nodded in thanks, and added, "Forgive me, I do not know what has come over me. Perhaps I am not prepared to see my son dying alone in some unknown place."
"You have nothing to apologize for," Elladan told him reassuringly.
"When will we leave, then?" Haldir asked immediately, having reappeared some time during the conversation.
"‘We’?" Galadriel asked her March-warden in surprise.
"Of course, “we”. I assume that the King, the twins and the injured man will be much aided if they were watched over by Lothlórien’s best guards," Haldir replied with a grin.
"You still have chores here, Haldir," Celeborn mentioned.
"They will be fulfilled by my brothers, while the guards and I could go along with them," Haldir replied. He had certainly thought it all out; he wanted to have a part in the adventure.
"All right, then," Celeborn said as he watched his March-warden, and then he turned to the king, "My guards will help watch your back."
"Hannon-le, Lord Celeborn and you too, Haldir," Thranduil bowed lightly to both of them in turn and excused himself. Walking alone to the line of trees, he sought strength and support to bear the image that he had seen. He could only pray that the Valar would not allow his son to fall to what death he must be seeking. If his son should die, he would certainly kill Elrond. And he confirmed that with a vow.
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