The Forgotten One

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hey guys! i lowkey don't like this chapter lmao, i just wasn't feeling it, i feel like the writing it bad. but anyway, i used some elvish in it, i thought that was worth mentioning (the translations are at the bottom) hope you enjoy! <3

Aragorn

it had been four days since the ambush, and thoughts of the figure in the mud were a phantom in his mind, like an ear worm in his brain.

who were they?

what were they doing there?

where were they now?

aragorn knew that the orcs had kept prisoners but there was something about that one that stuck in his head.

"my lord?"

....

"my lord, are you alright?"

aragorn snapped out of a trance and beheld faramir staring at him from across the table that him and many other individuals sat at. they had been in a meeting, supervising the progress of construction. the war had practically destroyed the city of minas tirith and lots of work was needed.

"yes, yes i am alright," he sighed. "carry on."

but before faramir could even open his mouth, a member of the king's guard stumbled into the room.

not necessarily protocol, but it seemed to be urgent.

"my apologies my lord, but you have a visitor. i need you to come with me."

"alright..." he said, rather confused.

aragorn quickly followed the man out of the room and to the white tree of gondor. and who he saw took him greatly by surprise.

there stood thandruil, elven king of mirkwood in his fine robes. his silky blonde hair was down but tied up so it was out of the way. he resembled legolas so much it hurt aragorn's heart.

"my lord thandruil! it is an honor."

the elven king did not look happy, in fact he looked quite furious.

"where is my son?" he said quietly, with much malice.

fine, no formalities then.

"what do you mean?" aragorn asked, slowly filling with dread.

"my son has not returned home. i figured he was with you, here, in this place. but he is not. so where is he!" the elf boomed.

"i do not know, he left almost three weeks ago! he would've made it back by now. he may have stopped somewhere." aragorn blurted, he didn't really know what to say.

"well i don't believe he stopped along the way. i am sending a search party out along the route he took." thandruil announced.

and with that he walked away, with his men. without even saying goodbye.

Legolas

when he awoke he thought he was dead.

in fact he wished it.

but no, the great halls of mandos would not bear him yet. legolas took in his surroundings, it was daytime probably around noon. the sun was clear in the sky, beaming rays of kindness and warmth onto his broken body.

he could not move, not even an inch. legolas didn't even make an attempt to sit up, for the pain was far too great.

there was really nothing he could do but lay there, in the shrubs, and stare up into the sky. the greenery smelled sweet, from the previous rain.

legolas always wondered why the world always smelled sweet after rain, it didn't make sense. but he loved the rain, it was a comforting blanket in this vast world. filled the frightening creatures and things.

all of a sudden a distant thumping sound filled legolas's solemn heart.

a ray of hope.

the thumping became louder and closer, it was horses! suddenly he heard shouts, elven shouts.

"Edraith enni!!" legolas rasped, as loud as he could manage. "Edraith enni!"

"legolas?!" a male elf hollered. the thumping of horses stopped, and legolas could just make out the sound of elves dismounting off their horses.

suddenly an elven warrior burst through the clearing and beheld legolas, his face written with utter horror.

"Hîr vuin!" the warrior called, and none other than legolas's father appeared. his face crumpled in anguish as he looked upon his broken son.

"oh my god..." thandruil whispered.

"legolas..."

translations:

Edraith enni - save me
Hîr vuin - my lord