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Threats

by Little Jewel-(T)
October 14, 2016

The Elvenking’s halls were unusually devoid of life, the candles on the wall still flickering faintly as dawn approached. Fëawen turned as she felt someone approaching. Her eyes took in the sight of Legolas as he stopped in front of her. Her brother’s tunic was stained with mud and blood, his hair and face filthy. Neither one spoke at first. Fëawen reached up and brushed a smug of dirt off Legolas’ pale cheek. “What happened?” she whispered, concern flashing in her eyes.

Legolas stilled her hand, his own closing around hers, gripping it tightly. “Shh, not now,” the prince murmured, resting his forehead against Fëawen’s. “Right now I just want to spend time with you.”

Fëawen pushed Legolas away, resting her hands on his chest. “Legolas.... do not hide this from me, please.”  

Legolas sighed, pulling his sister against him. “I just want to shield you.” He kissed the top of her head. “I want to protect you from the evil that threatens our lives.”

The young princess rested her head on his shoulder. “Legolas, I’m a child no longer.”  

Legolas’ arms tightened around her before he released her. “Remember the creature Gollum that Mithrandir brought here to be guarded?”

Fëawen nodded, her eyes darkening.

The prince looked away, unable to meet his sister’s gaze. “He has escaped.”

“Escaped?” Fëawen’s voice was laced with disbelief. “This is ill news indeed. How did it happen?”

Legolas glanced back at her, distress and anger visible on his fair face. “Not through lack of watchfulness I can assure you,” he snapped.

Fëawen stepped away, her hands help up in a gesture of surrender. “I never implied that. You have been most vigilant in your watch of the creature...more so than he deserved.”

<>Legolas wiped a hand across his face. He was tired. The night had been hard and stressful on all involved.  “Fëawen, come,” he murmured, holding his hand out towards her. Fëawen took it and allowed her brother to draw her close to him. "The prisoner had aid from others. The orcs came on us at unawares. We drove them off after some time. They were many and fierce. When the battle was over we found that Gollum had gone.”

Fëawen brought his hand up to her lips and kissed his knuckles. “Do not beat yourself up over this, tis not your fault.”

“I leave for Imladris on the morrow.”

Fëawen looked away. Legolas gently tipped her chin back around to face him. “What is it?”

“The threat of war grows ever larger with each passing day,” Fëawen whispered. “It scares me.” 

Legolas cupped her face. “I will be back, I promise. Do not despair.”

Fëawen nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Legolas saw the tears in her silver blue orbs. “Tula sinome tithen mir. Come here little jewel.”

Fëawen wrapped her arms around his neck. “Promise me you will be careful and you’ll come soon.”

“I will try, I promise.” Legolas’ arms tightened around her.

Fëawen glared at him. “You better or I swear I will tell Father exactly what you get up to with Estel Elrondion!”

Legolas raised one eyebrow, his eyes twinkling. “Is that a threat?”

Fëawen smiled, but as she watched Legolas walk away, she had a feeling that she would not see her brother for a very long time.


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