Ish Chronicles: Sins of a Race

AN: Yes I am back and writing this. Needless to say I'm running myself ragged and I have to warn you I'm WUIC, if anyone doesn't know the meaning of WUIC lets play a game. Anyone who can tell me what WUIC can summit the next idea for Ish Chronicles. Cause Ish Chronicles is fan run. Fan idea's, this author just tries to please you. Much like you can thank the reader... Oh crud I forgot her name.

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Troubled Thranduil paced the floor of his throne room. He waited for his son to arrive, and as he waited his mind went over Legolas' recent actions; over and again. This was not his son he remembered as a young elfling. It had only seemed like yesterday when his child like voice rang through the hallways. One time defying him to save a life, that almost took Legolas'. Back in a time he would give anything to save a life.

(*F*)

Adrenaline pumped though Thranduil as he approached a spiders nest. Shortly before he had received word that Legolas had been separated from his hunting party and was taken by a spider. It was late in the season and he knew his son was more then likely dead by now. They fed quickly in order to gain weight for the winter season when food was scarce.

"King Thranduil we found him but we have a problem." A blonde elf bowed quickly to Thranduil.

"What kind of problem."

"Legolas won't let us kill it my king." The elf said feeling a bit foolish.

"Where?"

The elf led Thranduil to a heavily webbed section of wood. At first he did not see Legolas, then he eyed the boy tending the hurt leg of a spider. While his own self looked well beat up, and his ankle sat at a funny angle. Taking a deep breath Thranduil unsheathed his sword as he approached his son.

"Legolas?"

"Father!" Legolas shouted happily trying to stand but fell. "'Tis just the poison father I'll be fine."

Thranduil smiled at his sons determination. "Why won't you let them kill this spider, and why do you care for it? It tried to eat you."

"I know father, but she didn't mean to, her brood was born late."

Big blue eyes looked up at Thranduil as a split lip stuck out in a quivering pout. Uneasy in a situation like this Thranduil shifted under the stare of his son. He knew they should take out the spider and her young so there would be less spiders. But how could he when his son pleaded for the creatures life?

Thranduil pulled away from his sons gaze. "Fine, let us leave it alone."

"Thank you father."

Legolas' eyes rolled back in his head as he dropped to the ground. In an instant Thranduil was at his sons side scooping Legolas into his arms. Ingoring as the spider hissed at him. Still for a moment he made eye contact with the giant spider's eight eyes, then he walked away.

(*E*)

Thranduil knew he had to point out his son's unusual behavior or they all would regret it later. Foot steps sounded in the hallways snapping Thranduil out this paticular thought. Swifly he slipped into his throne, and made his face emotionless. If only his mind was able to hide emotions as well. It would make things a lot easier.

A lump formed in Thranduil's throat as the doors began to open.

"Yes, father you wanted to talk to me?" Legolas greeted as he walked into his fathers throne room. The little bit of annoyance in his voice not hidden.

"Legolas I'm concerned." Thranduil said not really certain about how to word what he had to, too his son. "It's about your behavior lately."

"What about it?"

"I don't like humans just like you, but I do not agree with how your treating the intruding human. Personally I think your going to far."

"I am not father."

"It is disgraceful for an elf to act like this!"

"So?" Legolas rolled his eyes. "What you want me to sit at your side like a good little DOG."

"Legolas -!"

"Father do you remember what they did to me?" Legolas hissed. "They tortured me, they all deserve to suffer. Hmf, I don't think that human is suffering enough. Father we have to set an example for any mortal foolish enough to cross our borders. Just like the orcs."

"Listen to yourself son! You sound like the Necromancer, that took up his abode at Dol Guldur in our southern regions. The that brought apon the curse of mirk upon this wood. This was once was our great green wood. I am not afraid to point out Legolas that you are turning just the wood did." Thranduil paused his face growing hopeless. "Your once bright heart is becoming dark. You once saved a spiders life, when it brought you just as close to death."

"That is a bloody lie!" Legolas screamed.

"No, it is not, and you know it son." Thranduil said still firm on his view, and swallowing his anger. "I want the human released right now. Then I want you to go help search for Elrond's son that is missing."

"I am not releasing the human." Legolas growled.

Walking away Legolas felt something snap inside. Something that told him what he was doing was wrong. Yet another side crushed that idea with a sweet talking forked tongue. But ripples remained in Legolas' mind that sent him into turmoil. Somewhere inside he still knew his father was right. What he was doing was wrong.

(*S*)

It had been what seemed an eternity since Legolas left Estel struggling to remain above water. His body jerked and twitched in involuntary convulsions from the exhaustion. Parts of his body screamed out in pain, as cave residents that dwelled in the water wiggled into his open wounds. It had only been a few hours since Legolas left him alone.

Estel closed his eyes feeling tears run down his face. Why did he try, he saw his brothers turn and leave him? They were right there, right next to him. Just a few feet away. Why did he even bother to fight? In his mind he had no home to go to anymore.

Taking one last breath Estel slipped beneath the water. For a while it was peaceful, and restful. Air eventually gave out. His lungs had no more and they screamed to be refilled. Estel looked up at the dark surface of the water watching tiny waves and creatures play above him.

/Good bye father, I know you must have loved me. I don't know if Elrohir and Elladan really loved me, but they left me alone when I needed them./ Estel thought on the verge of panic. /Father I don't want to die! I am so sorry./

Before a second thought could be given Estel opened his mouth and took a big breath. But instead of air he breathed, he breathed in water. It hurt, Valar did it hurt. But that soon faded as Estel's eye site went red. Little arms of black slowly reached out for him and his body relaxed it's fight.

Coming back from a long lunch, Legolas brought Estel his left overs. He couldn't eat his mind played more on his consciousness. Guilt wiggled its way into his frozen heart. To the say least he felt down. Carefully he lay the food on the ground and walked over to the waters edge. His keen elven eyes scanned the water.

'Foolish human!" Legolas growled the cold returning to his heart as he rushed into the water.

In mean spirit he pulled Aragorn out of the water by the arm. Dragging him unto dryer ground were no water stood in great amount. Once more Legolas saw Estel as the coward Nejis, the man who turned his heart years ago. In strength born of anger and fear, Legolas kicked Estel in the chest. Exactly were he had cut him in the fight.

A cough erupted from Estel, as water spewed from his lungs. Weakly Estel withered about on the floor trying to push back the pain enough to breath. When Legolas foot had connected with his wound it reopened it. The cracking noise that sounded so faintly was Estel's ribs breaking. Legolas did not care.

'What were you doing?' Legolas screamed. 'Typical of ungrateful beings. They kill everything when they don't get their way. Others, THEMSELVES!"

Once again Legolas kicked Estel. The blow landing in the kidney, barely missed his broken arm. Desperately Estel tried to lessen the blows but it was impossible with his arms bound behind his back. The rock remaining tied around his neck did not help either.

'Fine you want to die I'll arrange that.'

Legolas yanked a hunting knife from his sheath and cut the rope that held Estel to the rock. Then with one hand he lifted Estel off the ground. Slamming him mercilessly into the cave wall. The feel of his broken arm connection with rock sent a silent scream escaping from Estel's lips.

'Estel, hope... Well you have no hope now.' Legolas voice held a cruel edge.

The pain gathered in once place and Estel opened his eyes to look into Legolas' eyes. His body heaved with his panting effort to breath. Some where he felt pity for the elf before him. Weakly Estel smiled, a familiar spark growing inside of himself.

'Hey elf your alive, you know your alive, and you'll get by. So go ahead you got nothing left but this right now.' Estel pictured his brothers smiling faces. 'Me I have nothing, and I acknowledge that I have nothing more to live for. Maybe by my death you can regain your elven pride.'

The sound of Estel's voice confused Legolas utterly. Here was a man about to die, and he was speaking to him like it was nothing. Did this human really want to die? Defensively Legolas' confusion turned to anger. The hunting knife that he held slid across Estel's neck, but it did not cut deep enough.

"Shut up!"

Fear filled Estel as he realized he really did want to live. Legolas pull back his arm and positioned himself to stab Estel through the throat. Panicked, Estel froze his eyes going wide. At any second he know the blow would come. This time it would be fatal.