Title: Prisoner in My Best Friend' House
Author: Sivan Shemesh
Warning: Angst full ahead, fluff? Might a bit of humor. OOC for in case.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them for my own evil plans.
Spoiler: Total AU. Just a plot bunny that came by…
Summary: Legolas found himself held by Estel in Imladris. But why Estel will do that? Will that affect their friendship?
Note: Legolas' age is only 6, an elfling compare to Estel who is older than him, age 16.
Chapter 4: Like a Mouse in a Corner
Elrond helped Estel take the tray outside the room, and was shocked to notice that Estel still locked his door.
"Estel, what are you doing? There is no need to lock your door." Elrond asked him, waiting for an answer.
"No… my room is not safe when the twins are around, and I hate it when they fuss about my room. I just love the way my room is," Estel tried to lie his way out.
Elrond sighed, still feeling that there something wrong, but said nothing. Instead, he nodded at the boy, and led him toward the kitchen. Perhaps talking to Estel would soothe the pain he had in his stomach, which might well explain the uncomfortable sense he had.
When they approached the kitchen, Elrond took the tray from the boy and placed it on the table, then waited for the boy to sit on the chair, as he wished to have a word with him about Legolas' absence.
Elrond sat opposite his son and looked at him. "Estel, have you not seen Legolas at all?"
Estel nodded, fearing to speak, fearing that his lie might show up. He wished to have a fun time with Legolas, and it had only been barely a week. He wanted more time before Legolas was sent away and would not play with him again.
The boy swallowed the lump down his throat, and then replied, "I did not even see him with Glorfindel, and I swear to the Valar that I only saw Glorfindel running around, but not Legolas." Estel told his adar in a serious tone.
"I think I will write to the king, and let him know that his son has gone missing in my realm… I think this is the right thing to do." Elrond sighed heavily as he thought aloud.
"But, ada, it's too early – barely a week. If you call the king… what would happen?" Estel asked, and the lord thought he saw some panic flash across the boy's face.
"The worst, my son, the worst is that our long friendship would be ruined if Legolas is indeed missing," Elrond replied, and added as he noticed how Estel frowned, "Legolas is the only heir and family that King Thranduil has."
"So, what would he probably do to you, adar?" Estel asked, not certain what exactly his adar meant.
"End the alliance between Imladris and Mirkwood," the elf-lord replied promptly. "At the very least there would be much tension between us, and I do not wish for that."
"All of this because Legolas is missing?" Estel asked, as he stared deeply at his adar.
"Yes. You have to understand, ion, Thranduil loves his son with all his heart and cannot bear losing him. If that should happen, the grief that he bears hidden, ever since his wife died, would grow immensely uncontrollable."
"What do you mean, ada? Would King Thranduil become evil?" Estel asked curiously.
"I fear that Thranduil would be dangerous to all, especially those who held his son," Elrond replied, adding no more.
Estel tried to look away, clearly disturbed by his adar's words.
Elrond glanced at the boy, and softened his voice as he noticed how the boy averted his gaze as though he was afraid. "Forgive me, Estel," he said, "I did not mean to frighten you; I am truly worried about the princeling."
"I know, adar," Estel raised his head and dared himself to look at the elf, and he added, "I will stay in my room. Please let me know if you find out something new about Legolas."
Elrond looked at the boy, nodded, and left the kitchen. He headed outside with a heavy heart: how could one elfling have disappeared without anybody seeing him?
The elf-lord had feared the worst, and he knew that what was worst now was sending a messenger to Mirkwood with the grave news.