Thranduil's Trial
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
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4,116
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5
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Chapter 10
Beta: Manon
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Full of Angst. What do you expect?
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Summary: Legolas was witness to his nana's death and was sent to Rivendell at his father's request, but was unaware of Legolas' secret.
Note: Legolas age is close to 10, according to human age, when he was sent.
Note2: Legolas had stronger connection with the nature.
Chapter 10
Glorfindel whispered to Arwen, “Behave, if you do not want your father to know…”
Arwen looked at her brothers as they turned around and saw Saelbeth staring angrily at them.
“Continue, my friend,” Glorfindel said, and raised his hand to calm them before any harsh words were said.
Saelbeth began the lesson.
Glorfindel found himself staring at the princeling with a big smile on his face. He watched with eager eyes every step that Legolas made.
He felt a deep emotion building up inside of him. For some reason he felt excited, but at the same time wanted to protect the elfling from any harm.
Legolas seemed so happy, and Glorfindel was glad. He did not like to see the princeling sad. Legolas was such a loving, gentle spirit, and deserved to be happy.
“Glorfindel!”
He could vaguely hear his name being called, but he was too lost in his thoughts to react straight away.
“Glorfindel!”
“GLORFINDEL!”
Glorfindel finally came back to reality and was surprised to see the twins and Arwen looking at him. Then his eyes fell on Legolas, who was lying down on the green grass and crying.
“What is wrong?” he asked innocently and confused.
Saelbeth came closer to his old friend and put his hand on his shoulder. “You were frowning for some reason, mellonen. What were you thinking of that made you frown like that? And then Legolas began to cry, and will not stop, no matter what we try.”
“I was thinking…” Glorfindel started to say, and then went over to Legolas and lifted him in his arms. He lowered himself to the ground and held the elfling close, trying to give him some comfort, his other hand wiping the tears off Legolas’ face.
“Of what, my friend?” Saelbeth asked.
“Of his words to me… it was the strangest moment that I have ever had,” Glorfindel replied as his hugged the elfling tightly to him. Legolas was still sobbing quietly.
“What did he say?” Arwen sat down next to him, wanting to hear his answer.
“He… he asked me if I could be his adar…” Glorfindel’s voice trailed off when he saw the young prince raise his head, as if he was waiting to hear what the warrior would say.
Glorfindel watched Legolas’ face. The blond hair flew gently in the breeze, while his cheeks were a little pink from crying. The blue eyes were stormy, and tears were still rolling down the elfling’s cheeks.
“Do not cry, my little Greenleaf…” Glorfindel said softly to him and tried again to wipe away the tears.
“Adar?” Legolas asked. His sight was blurry from the tears.
Glorfindel could feel eyes staring at him and at the prince.
‘Please, Valar, give me a sign as to what should I say to this sweet child,’ Glorfindel prayed.
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Mirkwood, at the same time…
Thranduil looked at the parchment beneath his hand and saw it was damp from his tears. He wanted to tear it up, feeling he could not send it looking like this to Galadriel.
But then another thought crossed his mind. Galadriel would understand what he was going through. He had tried to protect the one he loved and failed, and now his wife was dead.
Thranduil left his chamber and walked towards Galdor who had been standing outside. “Find the messenger and ask him to come to my room at once,” he instructed. Galdor bowed to his king before he left.
Thranduil watched Galdor leave before turning around and re-entering his chamber.
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Imladris, at the same time in Elrond’s chamber…
Elrond sat in his chair, thinking of the princeling’s words to Glorfindel. He smiled.
‘Could you be my adar?’
‘Poor Glorfindel…’ Elrond grinned. ‘I think he will find it difficult to answer such a question. The Valar only knows what else that elfling will ask.’
Elrond rose from the chair and decided to walk to where his sons and daughter were. His face calm, he made his way outside, his gray eyes looking around him.
He passed the waterfalls, seeing how the sun shone on the falling water, creating a rainbow of colours. It was splendid.
Elrond smiled at the beauty that appeared in his kingdom.
He walked further and entered the forest. His ears picked up the sound of someone crying. The only thing he could think of was that it was Legolas. He started to run, and soon found himself in the small clearing where Saelbeth was holding his lesson. Glorfindel was trying to comfort the elfling, and Elrond heard Legolas say one word: “Adar?”
“Legolas?” Elrond found himself asking the princeling.
The prince turned towards him, but did not say anything.
“Could someone please tell me what happened? Why has everyone stopped?” Elrond called.
Glorfindel got up from the ground, the elfling still in his arms, and said softly to the lord, “I believe that I need to speak with you in regards to the princeling…”
“Is this why your lesson has stopped, Saelbeth?” Elrond asked, and Saelbeth nodded in agreement.
“It was because of me,” Glorfindel admitted.
Elrond looked at his children and saw the truth in their eyes. He nodded.
“Alright then, continue with your lesson, my lovely children,” Elrond said to them. He then turned to Glorfindel. “Follow me…” he said.
Glorfindel nodded and quickly hurried after his friend, carrying Legolas in his arms.
As they entered the room, Elrond asked, “What happened?”
“Well… it seems that this elfling has caught my heart. I cannot stop thinking or worrying about him…” Glorfindel confessed before being cut off by the elfling.
“No…” they heard the elfling mumble, his hands gripping Glorfindel’s tunic.
Glorfindel lowered his head and saw more tears running down the elfling’s face. He tried to comfort him, but failed as Legolas cried out for his nana.
“Naneth…” Legolas cried, beating against Glorfindel’s chest.
“Shh… my child, do not cry…” Glorfindel lifted Legolas’ head and tried to wipe away the tears. His heart ached to see the little elfling like this. He missed hearing Legolas laugh, missed seeing him smile.
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Back in Mirkwood…
Thranduil tried to stay patient as he waited for the messenger. As he waited, he remembered a particularly sweet memory…
Flashback
They had taken a basket of food, planning to have a picnic within a safe part of the forest.
Süitruîn’s hair was black, as dark as the midnight sky. It seemed to absorb the sun and reflected a blue sheen. She was a perfect wife and mother, more than what a king could have hoped for.
The trees gave them shade from the sun, and Legolas climbed on one of them, hiding behind the leaves, giggling when his parents tried to look for him.
His wife sat on the grass, and enjoyed watching Thranduil as called to his son, trying to find where Legolas was hiding. But Legolas had hidden himself within the leaves, making it difficult for his father to see him. Soon Thranduil gave up and sat down next to his wife, knowing that Legolas was not far away and would show himself when he became hungry.
Süitruîn laughed aloud. Thranduil turned his head at the sound, and soon joined her in laughter.
Legolas came out from his hiding place and asked softly, “Why are you laughing?”
“Come my child, let me tell you…” Süitruîn said.
Legolas climbed down from the tree and ran to his nana, sitting down on her lap.
“You have brought a smile to all our faces,” Süitruîn said and looked at her beloved husband. She added, “We are love you.”
Then she kissed her son on the cheek and glanced at her husband. He came closer and embraced both his wife and son.
End of Flashback
Thranduil felt the tears rolling down his cheeks as he remembered…
The messenger knocked on the door of his king, bringing Thranduil back to the present.
“My lord?” the messenger called and noticed the tears on his lord’s face.
Thranduil managed to stand and said, “Take this to Lórien as soon as possible!”
“Yes, my lord.” The messenger took the parchment, bowed and left the king alone with his thoughts.
Thranduil wiped the tears away and whispered, “I will see you soon, my child…”
End of Chapter 10.
R/R
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Full of Angst. What do you expect?
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Summary: Legolas was witness to his nana's death and was sent to Rivendell at his father's request, but was unaware of Legolas' secret.
Note: Legolas age is close to 10, according to human age, when he was sent.
Note2: Legolas had stronger connection with the nature.
Glorfindel whispered to Arwen, “Behave, if you do not want your father to know…”
Arwen looked at her brothers as they turned around and saw Saelbeth staring angrily at them.
“Continue, my friend,” Glorfindel said, and raised his hand to calm them before any harsh words were said.
Saelbeth began the lesson.
Glorfindel found himself staring at the princeling with a big smile on his face. He watched with eager eyes every step that Legolas made.
He felt a deep emotion building up inside of him. For some reason he felt excited, but at the same time wanted to protect the elfling from any harm.
Legolas seemed so happy, and Glorfindel was glad. He did not like to see the princeling sad. Legolas was such a loving, gentle spirit, and deserved to be happy.
“Glorfindel!”
He could vaguely hear his name being called, but he was too lost in his thoughts to react straight away.
“Glorfindel!”
“GLORFINDEL!”
Glorfindel finally came back to reality and was surprised to see the twins and Arwen looking at him. Then his eyes fell on Legolas, who was lying down on the green grass and crying.
“What is wrong?” he asked innocently and confused.
Saelbeth came closer to his old friend and put his hand on his shoulder. “You were frowning for some reason, mellonen. What were you thinking of that made you frown like that? And then Legolas began to cry, and will not stop, no matter what we try.”
“I was thinking…” Glorfindel started to say, and then went over to Legolas and lifted him in his arms. He lowered himself to the ground and held the elfling close, trying to give him some comfort, his other hand wiping the tears off Legolas’ face.
“Of what, my friend?” Saelbeth asked.
“Of his words to me… it was the strangest moment that I have ever had,” Glorfindel replied as his hugged the elfling tightly to him. Legolas was still sobbing quietly.
“What did he say?” Arwen sat down next to him, wanting to hear his answer.
“He… he asked me if I could be his adar…” Glorfindel’s voice trailed off when he saw the young prince raise his head, as if he was waiting to hear what the warrior would say.
Glorfindel watched Legolas’ face. The blond hair flew gently in the breeze, while his cheeks were a little pink from crying. The blue eyes were stormy, and tears were still rolling down the elfling’s cheeks.
“Do not cry, my little Greenleaf…” Glorfindel said softly to him and tried again to wipe away the tears.
“Adar?” Legolas asked. His sight was blurry from the tears.
Glorfindel could feel eyes staring at him and at the prince.
‘Please, Valar, give me a sign as to what should I say to this sweet child,’ Glorfindel prayed.
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Mirkwood, at the same time…
Thranduil looked at the parchment beneath his hand and saw it was damp from his tears. He wanted to tear it up, feeling he could not send it looking like this to Galadriel.
But then another thought crossed his mind. Galadriel would understand what he was going through. He had tried to protect the one he loved and failed, and now his wife was dead.
Thranduil left his chamber and walked towards Galdor who had been standing outside. “Find the messenger and ask him to come to my room at once,” he instructed. Galdor bowed to his king before he left.
Thranduil watched Galdor leave before turning around and re-entering his chamber.
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Imladris, at the same time in Elrond’s chamber…
Elrond sat in his chair, thinking of the princeling’s words to Glorfindel. He smiled.
‘Could you be my adar?’
‘Poor Glorfindel…’ Elrond grinned. ‘I think he will find it difficult to answer such a question. The Valar only knows what else that elfling will ask.’
Elrond rose from the chair and decided to walk to where his sons and daughter were. His face calm, he made his way outside, his gray eyes looking around him.
He passed the waterfalls, seeing how the sun shone on the falling water, creating a rainbow of colours. It was splendid.
Elrond smiled at the beauty that appeared in his kingdom.
He walked further and entered the forest. His ears picked up the sound of someone crying. The only thing he could think of was that it was Legolas. He started to run, and soon found himself in the small clearing where Saelbeth was holding his lesson. Glorfindel was trying to comfort the elfling, and Elrond heard Legolas say one word: “Adar?”
“Legolas?” Elrond found himself asking the princeling.
The prince turned towards him, but did not say anything.
“Could someone please tell me what happened? Why has everyone stopped?” Elrond called.
Glorfindel got up from the ground, the elfling still in his arms, and said softly to the lord, “I believe that I need to speak with you in regards to the princeling…”
“Is this why your lesson has stopped, Saelbeth?” Elrond asked, and Saelbeth nodded in agreement.
“It was because of me,” Glorfindel admitted.
Elrond looked at his children and saw the truth in their eyes. He nodded.
“Alright then, continue with your lesson, my lovely children,” Elrond said to them. He then turned to Glorfindel. “Follow me…” he said.
Glorfindel nodded and quickly hurried after his friend, carrying Legolas in his arms.
As they entered the room, Elrond asked, “What happened?”
“Well… it seems that this elfling has caught my heart. I cannot stop thinking or worrying about him…” Glorfindel confessed before being cut off by the elfling.
“No…” they heard the elfling mumble, his hands gripping Glorfindel’s tunic.
Glorfindel lowered his head and saw more tears running down the elfling’s face. He tried to comfort him, but failed as Legolas cried out for his nana.
“Naneth…” Legolas cried, beating against Glorfindel’s chest.
“Shh… my child, do not cry…” Glorfindel lifted Legolas’ head and tried to wipe away the tears. His heart ached to see the little elfling like this. He missed hearing Legolas laugh, missed seeing him smile.
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Back in Mirkwood…
Thranduil tried to stay patient as he waited for the messenger. As he waited, he remembered a particularly sweet memory…
They had taken a basket of food, planning to have a picnic within a safe part of the forest.
Süitruîn’s hair was black, as dark as the midnight sky. It seemed to absorb the sun and reflected a blue sheen. She was a perfect wife and mother, more than what a king could have hoped for.
The trees gave them shade from the sun, and Legolas climbed on one of them, hiding behind the leaves, giggling when his parents tried to look for him.
His wife sat on the grass, and enjoyed watching Thranduil as called to his son, trying to find where Legolas was hiding. But Legolas had hidden himself within the leaves, making it difficult for his father to see him. Soon Thranduil gave up and sat down next to his wife, knowing that Legolas was not far away and would show himself when he became hungry.
Süitruîn laughed aloud. Thranduil turned his head at the sound, and soon joined her in laughter.
Legolas came out from his hiding place and asked softly, “Why are you laughing?”
“Come my child, let me tell you…” Süitruîn said.
Legolas climbed down from the tree and ran to his nana, sitting down on her lap.
“You have brought a smile to all our faces,” Süitruîn said and looked at her beloved husband. She added, “We are love you.”
Then she kissed her son on the cheek and glanced at her husband. He came closer and embraced both his wife and son.
Thranduil felt the tears rolling down his cheeks as he remembered…
The messenger knocked on the door of his king, bringing Thranduil back to the present.
“My lord?” the messenger called and noticed the tears on his lord’s face.
Thranduil managed to stand and said, “Take this to Lórien as soon as possible!”
“Yes, my lord.” The messenger took the parchment, bowed and left the king alone with his thoughts.
Thranduil wiped the tears away and whispered, “I will see you soon, my child…”
End of Chapter 10.
R/R