Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Thranduil, Erestor
Prompt: #53 Earth
Word Count: 1,751
Summary: After “Fathers” there are even more problems
Author’s Notes: Erestor 13, Thranduil 15
Erestor coughed himself awake and glanced at his father, whose gaze finally seemed vacant. He attempted to slip out of the bed.
“And where do you think you are going?”
“The bathroom ada, go to sleep.”
“I’m not tired.”
“I feel better…I”
“So I imagined that cough just now.” Erestor sighed but did not put up a struggle as he was carried into the bath. “Your fever has already broken. You will be fine in another day.”
“Yes, don’t give me that look.”
“We should give Thran back his room.”
“I’m fine, except ada snores.” Thranduil said popping his head into the room. “You know the storm stopped, but everything is really muddy.”
“Oh,” Erestor said as he was lowered into the bed. He patted the space besides him and Thranduil hopped on.
“Thranduil, you keep Erestor company and keep him from doing anything too mad, I’m going to the talan, bring back some clothes and other things. I should be back in less than an hour. Behave yourself.”
“Good.” A knock sounded at the door then and Erestor and Thranduil exchanged a look.
“Come in.” Thranduil called finally and his father entered the room and glanced around. Nithron simply glared at him as he exited the room.
“I suppose I should be happy he didn’t snarl at me,” Oropher said with a sigh.
“Ada, why did you want Erestor to leave?” Thranduil asked hoping Erestor’s presence would help trap his father into finally giving him an answer.
“I told you it was a mistake, don’t worry about it.”
“But what did you think happened? I mean you couldn’t even wait until after our nap, you just threw me out.”
Thranduil’s eyes suddenly widened and he looked at his father. “Ada! You thought Erestor and I…ada,” Thranduil mumbled shaking his head. “Erestor almost choked to death on a sleep robe, he tosses too much. And I sleep too deeply.”
“What does that have to do..” Thranduil turned and whispered in Erestor’s ear and the younger elf became slack jawed before pulling a sheet over his head in embarrassment. Thranduil patted the sheet covered form and Erestor let out a short growl.
“Like father like son I suppose,” Oropher said causing Thranduil to giggle. “And son, I truly am sorry for jumping to conclusions.”
“Would it really be that bad if we were together?”
“You are too young for such a thing,” Oropher snapped. “And besides you would be expected to provide heirs. Unless Erestor is planning to carry a few, Erestor is there something I should know?” Oropher asked with a raised brow and smirk.
“Res?” Thranduil whispered pulling the sheet and caught Erestor’s vacant gaze. “He’s asleep again.”
“He is?” Oropher said waving a hand in Erestor’s face. “Look at that. I wonder how long until he is well.”
“He said his ada said a day or two.”
Erestor woke suddenly reaching for the form that was always at his side. “Ada…” Erestor whispered only finding empty space. “Thranduil?” He called as he sat up in the darkened chamber, which meant that it was clearly nightfall.
“Huh what?” Thranduil said sitting up jerkily from his position in the chair.
“Where’s my ada?”
“He didn’t come back yet.”
“What?! But its been hours what if something happened to him? We have to go find him!” Erestor said already struggling to get out of the bed.
“Erestor calm down, the rain stopped today, he’s probably just cleaning up.”
“No he said he would be right back he wouldn’t have said that if he didn’t mean it. We have to go.”
“You don’t even have clothes!”
“I’ll wear some of yours. You have to have something that’s too small somewhere.”
Thranduil nodded opening the chest at the end of his bed and tossing out scrolls, books, toys and other objects before pulling out a smaller box and handing it to Erestor who opened it and found gray leggings and a blue tunic.
“Why are they in the box? Are they important? I don’t want to get them muddy.”
“No, they were a gift and were too small when I got them from some relation somewhere. Ada said I had to keep them. And be diplomatic.”
“Interesting,” Erestor said pulling the clothes on. “They fit, let’s go.”
“Shouldn’t we tell someone?”
“We don’t have time, he was supposed to be back hours ago, what if he’s hurt?” Erestor asked beginning to pace.
“Okay, okay, let’s go.”
Thranduil and Erestor made their way out of the palace and were stopped at the gates being glared at by Thenidiel.
“And where do you two think you are going?”
“My ada has been gone too long, he might be hurt.”
“And you are going out into the mud filled woods alone? In the middle of the night with nothing to light your way? This storm has damaged a lot; you can’t simply go wandering about in it.”
“I am not leaving my ada out there!” Erestor yelled ready to go marching off alone.
Thenidiel eyed them both warily. Shaking her head she let out a whistle that sounded like a bird call and another guard appeared within seconds. “I am coming with you,” she said as she grabbed a torch.
Erestor nodded moving quickly through the trees. Glancing back once in a while to make sure both elves were keeping up. “Ada!” He began to shout as he neared the copse of trees that they had made their home in. Ad..” His words died in his throat as he saw part of his bed on the ground before him.
It looked as if there had been some sort of mud slide and the valley in which they made their home had been damaged. Parts of it washed away. Very little remained of their talan and Erestor was panicking now. “ADA!” Erestor cried now frantic not sure when this slid had happened.
A groan alerted him and he ran to the sound pulled back at the last moment by Thenidiel. It was then Erestor realized it was a groan of wood buckling and that it had come from above him. She quickly dragged Erestor back as part of the structure collapsed right where Erestor would have been standing.
“We need to get help to search this for him. It is too dangerous.”
“I won’t leave my Ada!” Erestor shouted struggling to get out of the hold.
“I’ll go get help,” Thranduil said not bothering to argue with Erestor. He would be back before the elf had finished his first tirade.
“Let me go I have to look for him.”
“And have your talan come crashing down on you head. I think not.”
“But what if he’s hurt? Or buried in the mud? He could die while we wait!” Erestor yelled tears running from his eyes.
“We will find him, it will do no good for you to get hurt as well. That section of the talan could have killed you!”
“So! I have to find him! He always takes care of me, I can’t just…”
“Erestor,” A weak voice called and the child’s head whirled.
“Ada? Where are you?”
Erestor quickly wiggled out of the hold running past the tree that held the talan and to the left, Thenidiel quick on his tail. They reached Nithron together and Erestor threw himself at his father covered in mud, a small box at his side and didn’t noticed the agonized expression that came from him.
Thenidiel did and spoke softly to Erestor, as his father stroked his hair. “You need to release him, we do not know the extent of his injuries.” Erestor quickly pulled away horrified at the thought of hurting his father but saw nothing but a small smile.
“It’s alright, my leg is broken, and I am sure I have a few bruises here and there. It took me nearly an hour to get over here and out of the way of falling debris.”
“I was gathering some things we needed and I had just packed some clothes for you, when it began to fall apart. I went sliding to the left along with most of the kitchen and herbs. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground near some pots, and I pulled myself over here as more of the structure fell. I suppose it wasn’t too stable to begin with,” Nithron muttered.
“That is quite right, most of the talans on this side of the wood had been abandoned and taken down as the valley had a similar incident about a century ago. This talan must have survived the initial clearing as it is more isolated than most. You really did just find a tree you liked didn’t you.”
Nithron smiled weakly at the warrior, and indicated for Erestor to move closer he carefully sat the child at his side and put an arm around him. Almost instantly Erestor began to sob into his father’s shoulder.
“Now none of that, I made a promise to you and I intend to keep it. I will always be there when you need me. And you will always need me,” Nithron said trying to ignore the pang he felt for his own father.
“We are over here,” Thenidiel called and smiled as Thranduil, Oropher and two more palace guards entered the small garden. “His leg and I am quite sure a few ribs are broken.”
“You lived here?!” Oropher exclaimed. “This entire valley is hazardous! What if you two had been home when the storm hit? What then?”
Thenidiel glanced at Nithron then Oropher and suddenly realized something about the tall elf. Purposely bumping past her king she instructed the other elves to secure Nithron and carry him to the healing halls.
Erestor trailed after the guards Thranduil holding on to him for support. Thenidiel waited until they were alone to address Oropher, who was looking at a box that had been under Nithron. He lifted it and attempted to open it as Thenidiel spoke.
“He is a lot younger than you think.”
“That arrogant oaf?”
“Ask him his age,” was the last thing Thenidiel said before heading back to the palace. Oropher intrigued by the box followed along a few minutes later sure he would be able to disable the locking mechanism once he was in his study without disturbing the box.