Thranduil's Trial
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,118
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5
Recommended:
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Chapter 12
A/N: Forgive me for not update this story for long time. See, I have issue that I was needed to check, though it seemed not fitted yet to the story, so I stopped where I think was right.
Thank you for being impatient.
Please read the warning and prepare the tissues...
Title: Thranduil’s Trial 12
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Manon
Rating: PG-13.
Warning: Full of Angst. What do you expect? Tissues are probably needed.
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, only an elfling compared to the other elves, when he was sent.
Note2: Legolas has a stronger connection with the nature than normal.
Elvish Translations in the end of the chapter.
12.
Imladris… at first light…
Glorfindel woke when he heard a scream.
He looked towards Legolas in fear and saw the princeling’s eyes staring at something, though the eyes seemed unfocused.
“Pen-neth?” Glorfindel asked, as he stroked Legolas’ hair.
Legolas just looked at him; his eyes kept blinking, but he did not say anything.
Glorfindel took the elfling in his arms; his heart ached to see him like this. Legolas’ face was so sad, and it looked as if he was about to cry.
“Legolas?” Glorfindel asked.
“I missed my nana…” Legolas mumbled, and hugged Glorfindel tightly.
Glorfindel hated to see him like this. Then he remembered about the picnic, and he hoped the news of it might cheer the elfling.
“Legolas, do you want to see more of Imladris?” Glorfindel asked him, and added, “We will have a picnic, and I will tell you stories…”
Legolas only heard the last word that Glorfindel had said, and he pushed himself away slightly and looked at him.
“Stories?”
Glorfindel smiled and bent down to give Legolas a kiss on the cheek.
“Stories… of whatever you want. Stories of me, or if you want to know more of Imladris, or your nana…” Glorfindel teased him.
“You have stories about my naneth?” Legolas asked, curious.
“I do…” Glorfindel answered, a smile still on his face.
Legolas glared at Glorfindel, as he was curious to know more of his naneth, and asked, “I know that Elrond once healed my naneth; how was she hurt?”
Glorfindel looked at the princeling, wondering how he knew that his naneth had been hurt once.
“How do you know?” Glorfindel asked, his eyes pleading as he stroked Legolas’ face softly.
“The trees told me how Lord Elrond healed my naneth once…” Legolas let the tears fall, and he tightened his arms around Glorfindel.
It was obvious to Glorfindel that Legolas missed his naneth, and needed to hear stories about her, even the one where she had been wounded.
“I will tell you, but not now…” Glorfindel said.
“Why?” Legolas started to cry.
Glorfindel felt an ache in his heart and the tears welled in his eyes. They began to fall when he saw the sad look upon the princeling’s face, and answered softly, “First, you have to break your fast, and then… we have a picnic ahead.”
“But… but… I am… not… hungry…” Legolas sobbed. He wanted to know about his nana; he didn’t care about the food.
“Please, ion-nin, I cannot see you like this… please…” Glorfindel pleaded, his tears flowing freely now as he looked at the elfling that had taken his heart.
Legolas tightened his arms around Glorfindel’s body, not wanting to let go.
“Please… do… not… leave me… alone with… with… the twins… please…” Legolas cried out.
Glorfindel could not stop himself from smiling. It seemed to him that Legolas preferred him rather than the twins. He seemed afraid of them.
“Do you want a gift, my princeling?” Glorfindel asked Legolas as he stroked his hair softly.
Legolas nodded, his tears still falling.
“Than you will have to let me go… and you will have to eat something…” Glorfindel answered.
But Legolas did not let go of him, still clutching Glorfindel tightly.
“Legolas… I will leave you with Elrond,” Glorfindel said, still stroking Legolas’ gold hair, and added, “I thought you wanted to learn how to heal…”
Legolas raised his eyes to look at Glorfindel’s face. “I want to stay with you… be with you… Adar…” he sobbed.
Glorfindel could not help it; his tears began to fall again, dropping down onto Legolas’ head.
“Come… Pen-valthennen…” Glorfindel said softly to him.
“Why are you crying?” Legolas asked him as he placed his hand on Glorfindel’s cheek.
Glorfindel felt helpless before the child, and new tears fell onto Legolas’ hand.
“Why are you crying?” Legolas asked again.
“Because I love you as my son,” Glorfindel said, his voice trembling with emotion.
Elvish Translations:
Pen-neth - young one
Ion-nin – my son
Adar - Father or daddy
Pen-valthennen - my golden one
End of Chapter 12.
Thank you for being impatient.
Please read the warning and prepare the tissues...
Title: Thranduil’s Trial 12
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Manon
Rating: PG-13.
Warning: Full of Angst. What do you expect? Tissues are probably needed.
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, only an elfling compared to the other elves, when he was sent.
Note2: Legolas has a stronger connection with the nature than normal.
Elvish Translations in the end of the chapter.
12.
Imladris… at first light…
Glorfindel woke when he heard a scream.
He looked towards Legolas in fear and saw the princeling’s eyes staring at something, though the eyes seemed unfocused.
“Pen-neth?” Glorfindel asked, as he stroked Legolas’ hair.
Legolas just looked at him; his eyes kept blinking, but he did not say anything.
Glorfindel took the elfling in his arms; his heart ached to see him like this. Legolas’ face was so sad, and it looked as if he was about to cry.
“Legolas?” Glorfindel asked.
“I missed my nana…” Legolas mumbled, and hugged Glorfindel tightly.
Glorfindel hated to see him like this. Then he remembered about the picnic, and he hoped the news of it might cheer the elfling.
“Legolas, do you want to see more of Imladris?” Glorfindel asked him, and added, “We will have a picnic, and I will tell you stories…”
Legolas only heard the last word that Glorfindel had said, and he pushed himself away slightly and looked at him.
“Stories?”
Glorfindel smiled and bent down to give Legolas a kiss on the cheek.
“Stories… of whatever you want. Stories of me, or if you want to know more of Imladris, or your nana…” Glorfindel teased him.
“You have stories about my naneth?” Legolas asked, curious.
“I do…” Glorfindel answered, a smile still on his face.
Legolas glared at Glorfindel, as he was curious to know more of his naneth, and asked, “I know that Elrond once healed my naneth; how was she hurt?”
Glorfindel looked at the princeling, wondering how he knew that his naneth had been hurt once.
“How do you know?” Glorfindel asked, his eyes pleading as he stroked Legolas’ face softly.
“The trees told me how Lord Elrond healed my naneth once…” Legolas let the tears fall, and he tightened his arms around Glorfindel.
It was obvious to Glorfindel that Legolas missed his naneth, and needed to hear stories about her, even the one where she had been wounded.
“I will tell you, but not now…” Glorfindel said.
“Why?” Legolas started to cry.
Glorfindel felt an ache in his heart and the tears welled in his eyes. They began to fall when he saw the sad look upon the princeling’s face, and answered softly, “First, you have to break your fast, and then… we have a picnic ahead.”
“But… but… I am… not… hungry…” Legolas sobbed. He wanted to know about his nana; he didn’t care about the food.
“Please, ion-nin, I cannot see you like this… please…” Glorfindel pleaded, his tears flowing freely now as he looked at the elfling that had taken his heart.
Legolas tightened his arms around Glorfindel’s body, not wanting to let go.
“Please… do… not… leave me… alone with… with… the twins… please…” Legolas cried out.
Glorfindel could not stop himself from smiling. It seemed to him that Legolas preferred him rather than the twins. He seemed afraid of them.
“Do you want a gift, my princeling?” Glorfindel asked Legolas as he stroked his hair softly.
Legolas nodded, his tears still falling.
“Than you will have to let me go… and you will have to eat something…” Glorfindel answered.
But Legolas did not let go of him, still clutching Glorfindel tightly.
“Legolas… I will leave you with Elrond,” Glorfindel said, still stroking Legolas’ gold hair, and added, “I thought you wanted to learn how to heal…”
Legolas raised his eyes to look at Glorfindel’s face. “I want to stay with you… be with you… Adar…” he sobbed.
Glorfindel could not help it; his tears began to fall again, dropping down onto Legolas’ head.
“Come… Pen-valthennen…” Glorfindel said softly to him.
“Why are you crying?” Legolas asked him as he placed his hand on Glorfindel’s cheek.
Glorfindel felt helpless before the child, and new tears fell onto Legolas’ hand.
“Why are you crying?” Legolas asked again.
“Because I love you as my son,” Glorfindel said, his voice trembling with emotion.
Elvish Translations:
Pen-neth - young one
Ion-nin – my son
Adar - Father or daddy
Pen-valthennen - my golden one
End of Chapter 12.