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Concerning Legolas
3 - Concerning Legolas
Thranduil paced back and forth in the library, hands clasped behind hid back, wondering about everything. It had been half an hour since the meeting ended, and four hours since he had last seen his wife and son. He was not alone though, another elf-lord was in his presence, glancing through old maps and notes of valuable information they would need if they were able to travel back to Middle-Earth.
“Where are they?” He wondered. “They should be back by now,” A mixture of concern and eagerness painted on Thranduil’s face. Unlike his usual unyielding expression, but this was his family; being harsh to his loved ones was the least important of his duty of being a husband and father. He sighed. “Maybe she finally brought Legolas out of that mental cage he has locked himself in, but maybe not.”
“Your son’s soul continues to fight from its major downfall,” mentioned the other elf, “Legolas has two choices, and he knows of this. If he continues to further aggravate his anguish…he will be lost.”
Thranduil stopped pacing, and looked over to him. “Please, Elrond. I do not want to be reminded of the possibility of losing him by something as pitiful as dying of anguish over losing his mortal friends. He should have been glad that they stayed alive longer than usual,” He trailed off for a couple of seconds, not wanting to even think of anything pertaining to the utterance of the word of death.
“Legolas is the last of my three sons, two died while fighting in a battle, and my little leaf will probably die from suffering,“ he asked, “What dignity is there in that?” He gazed inquiringly at Elrond, and Elrond gazed firmly in return.
Thranduil‘s oldest sons, Thaungalen and Belegorn, were great warriors like Legolas. He trained all three sons and loved them equally in his eyes. Although they were older, the two knew more than their youngest brother, but they shared their skills and strength with him. After the two were slain in the Battle of Five Armies, the King continued to raise his last son lovingly, but was bitter with everyone else for a short time. Legolas was even more determined to train harder, and wanted to help protect Mirkwood. Thranduil watched him train every day as Legolas grew, noticing that his son was doing more than he should. Legolas was the son of royalty, a Prince among equals, caring for all of Mirkwood; something that Mithrellas wished for their sons to be like their father, which the three had grew up on the behalf of their mother‘s wish and Thranduil‘s promise.
“He is fighting a different battle within himself,” There came his answer from the healer, “There is dignity in every situation like his, and you know that.” Elrond continued, “Legolas is a strong warrior, and I believe that only a mother and father can aid in his correct path through love and comfort.” he added, “I will continue to help, but it is you two who will do the rest.”
“Mithrellas and I love him dearly,” Thranduil’s fingers curled up into a fist at his side, hiding under the long sleeves of his robe. “If we lose him because of my mistakes…”
“You are wrong,” Elrond knew what Thranduil thought were errors, and he knew that the choices the other elf made were not. “You chose wisely when you sent your wife to sail west after promising that you would raise Legolas to be the next in line for the throne of Eryn Lasgalen. You chose wisely in all the things that you did to help him become a stronger warrior.” He continued as to why he chose Legolas, “I selected him because I knew that he would be a great value to the Fellowship, and also knew that you would be exceptionally proud of his bravery and loyalty to others.”
Thranduil stood silently. Elrond had spoken true of the choices that he had laid out for Legolas, and he certainly had achieved them all. “I was indeed proud of my son and still is,” he sighed, “I sometimes think of what might have happened if I had kept Legolas from leaving his homeland to tell of Gollum, and let someone else go in his place. Legolas was worried that he angered me, and told me that he would go as punishment because he watched him when he told the guards to leave him and the creature alone, and then after a while that night, he said that he had taken pity and unlocked Gollum’s cage and left him.”
“He has a good heart,” Elrond smiled. “To take pity on a corrupted, innocent soul such as Gollum, to see the agony that the creature endured, it took a lot of sympathy and thought to let Gollum go.”
“Even if he was the enemy,” Thranduil added, glancing at the papers that were in the Noldor’s hand. “At least, that is what I had thought at first. If it was not for Gollum biting Frodo’s finger to get the ring from him, then Sauron would have it, and Middle-earth would be no more; he was not too bad after all.”
“He was corrupted by its terrible power, even Sauron himself was consumed by its wicked malice,” said Elrond, “I have a good feeling that the Valar will bring us good news later on when Eru gives his answer of what to do, and if he does, Glorfindel will have the ones that will be going with him prepared to leave. Do you think Legolas will go?”
“Aye,” Thranduil nodded solemnly. “He will, and I want him to because I think it will be good for him, but I am also thinking that he shouldn’t go…not in the condition he is in. What happens if something would happen to him? He seems vulnerable to an attack if he is not paying close attention to what is going on around him.”
Elrond smiled, placing a hand over the concerned father’s shoulder. “Legolas is quick and strong like you…and stubborn too. He will be fine.” He stepped to the side, and passed him to go to the door of the room. When he approached it, he stopped, turning around for a moment to mention something else. “If it helps, I will prepare some herbal leaves for him to take if he goes with Glorfindel and the others.”
“If he takes them,” muttered Thranduil when he went deep in thought. “You think he will?”
“He will,” Elrond turned and opened the door. “If you or your wife needs anything else, I will be with Glorfindel discussing the plans.”
Thranduil nodded, replying, “If you see Mithrellas, tell her to come in for me.” The Noldor nodded back as he closed the door on his way out.
When he shut the door, Mithrellas was coming down the corridor, looking for her husband, and she looked at Elrond sadly. “Where is Thranduil, Lord Elrond?” She stopped in front of him, glancing where he had exited.
“He is in there, Lady Mithrellas,” he said, “It did not go too well with Legolas to the look of it.”
She shook her head. “No, and it would have faired better if I had not pressed on the matter,” Sighing, she whispered softly, “I thought he would have opened up to me as he did when he arrived with his friend…but he told me to leave him alone. I tried everything to help my son, but nothing ever appears to work with him.”
“Do not give up,” Elrond explained, “I have told this to Thranduil, and mentioned to him about medicine that comes from herbal leaves that would let Legolas recover. However, he would have to take them until they are all gone. He could eat two leaves a day, or heat three of them in water to drink, and then there would be improvement in him.”
Mithrellas thought about it, this was something different that the healer was speaking of, and it sounded promising to her. She hoped Thranduil had agreed for Elrond to give the medicine to their son. “Even if no one is allowed to leave, I would personally want him to use the herbs to heal himself. It has been three years, yes?”
“He is the last of the Fellowship,” Elrond answered. “He would want to fully recover, instead of pulling away from us like he is doing now. Maybe that is why he wanted to be left alone so that he could think of what will be ahead of him. I know that Glorfindel wants him to come along too because of his skill with the bow. if they do run into trouble, which is most likely, his skill will be needed.”
“I hope that you are right,” Mithrellas moved toward the door, and pushed it open when she added, “You always are I should say, and I thank you for your help, my lord.” Elrond gave her a bow and left to find Glorfindel as the female elf went inside to speak to her husband.
Thranduil paced back and forth in the library, hands clasped behind hid back, wondering about everything. It had been half an hour since the meeting ended, and four hours since he had last seen his wife and son. He was not alone though, another elf-lord was in his presence, glancing through old maps and notes of valuable information they would need if they were able to travel back to Middle-Earth.
“Where are they?” He wondered. “They should be back by now,” A mixture of concern and eagerness painted on Thranduil’s face. Unlike his usual unyielding expression, but this was his family; being harsh to his loved ones was the least important of his duty of being a husband and father. He sighed. “Maybe she finally brought Legolas out of that mental cage he has locked himself in, but maybe not.”
“Your son’s soul continues to fight from its major downfall,” mentioned the other elf, “Legolas has two choices, and he knows of this. If he continues to further aggravate his anguish…he will be lost.”
Thranduil stopped pacing, and looked over to him. “Please, Elrond. I do not want to be reminded of the possibility of losing him by something as pitiful as dying of anguish over losing his mortal friends. He should have been glad that they stayed alive longer than usual,” He trailed off for a couple of seconds, not wanting to even think of anything pertaining to the utterance of the word of death.
“Legolas is the last of my three sons, two died while fighting in a battle, and my little leaf will probably die from suffering,“ he asked, “What dignity is there in that?” He gazed inquiringly at Elrond, and Elrond gazed firmly in return.
Thranduil‘s oldest sons, Thaungalen and Belegorn, were great warriors like Legolas. He trained all three sons and loved them equally in his eyes. Although they were older, the two knew more than their youngest brother, but they shared their skills and strength with him. After the two were slain in the Battle of Five Armies, the King continued to raise his last son lovingly, but was bitter with everyone else for a short time. Legolas was even more determined to train harder, and wanted to help protect Mirkwood. Thranduil watched him train every day as Legolas grew, noticing that his son was doing more than he should. Legolas was the son of royalty, a Prince among equals, caring for all of Mirkwood; something that Mithrellas wished for their sons to be like their father, which the three had grew up on the behalf of their mother‘s wish and Thranduil‘s promise.
“He is fighting a different battle within himself,” There came his answer from the healer, “There is dignity in every situation like his, and you know that.” Elrond continued, “Legolas is a strong warrior, and I believe that only a mother and father can aid in his correct path through love and comfort.” he added, “I will continue to help, but it is you two who will do the rest.”
“Mithrellas and I love him dearly,” Thranduil’s fingers curled up into a fist at his side, hiding under the long sleeves of his robe. “If we lose him because of my mistakes…”
“You are wrong,” Elrond knew what Thranduil thought were errors, and he knew that the choices the other elf made were not. “You chose wisely when you sent your wife to sail west after promising that you would raise Legolas to be the next in line for the throne of Eryn Lasgalen. You chose wisely in all the things that you did to help him become a stronger warrior.” He continued as to why he chose Legolas, “I selected him because I knew that he would be a great value to the Fellowship, and also knew that you would be exceptionally proud of his bravery and loyalty to others.”
Thranduil stood silently. Elrond had spoken true of the choices that he had laid out for Legolas, and he certainly had achieved them all. “I was indeed proud of my son and still is,” he sighed, “I sometimes think of what might have happened if I had kept Legolas from leaving his homeland to tell of Gollum, and let someone else go in his place. Legolas was worried that he angered me, and told me that he would go as punishment because he watched him when he told the guards to leave him and the creature alone, and then after a while that night, he said that he had taken pity and unlocked Gollum’s cage and left him.”
“He has a good heart,” Elrond smiled. “To take pity on a corrupted, innocent soul such as Gollum, to see the agony that the creature endured, it took a lot of sympathy and thought to let Gollum go.”
“Even if he was the enemy,” Thranduil added, glancing at the papers that were in the Noldor’s hand. “At least, that is what I had thought at first. If it was not for Gollum biting Frodo’s finger to get the ring from him, then Sauron would have it, and Middle-earth would be no more; he was not too bad after all.”
“He was corrupted by its terrible power, even Sauron himself was consumed by its wicked malice,” said Elrond, “I have a good feeling that the Valar will bring us good news later on when Eru gives his answer of what to do, and if he does, Glorfindel will have the ones that will be going with him prepared to leave. Do you think Legolas will go?”
“Aye,” Thranduil nodded solemnly. “He will, and I want him to because I think it will be good for him, but I am also thinking that he shouldn’t go…not in the condition he is in. What happens if something would happen to him? He seems vulnerable to an attack if he is not paying close attention to what is going on around him.”
Elrond smiled, placing a hand over the concerned father’s shoulder. “Legolas is quick and strong like you…and stubborn too. He will be fine.” He stepped to the side, and passed him to go to the door of the room. When he approached it, he stopped, turning around for a moment to mention something else. “If it helps, I will prepare some herbal leaves for him to take if he goes with Glorfindel and the others.”
“If he takes them,” muttered Thranduil when he went deep in thought. “You think he will?”
“He will,” Elrond turned and opened the door. “If you or your wife needs anything else, I will be with Glorfindel discussing the plans.”
Thranduil nodded, replying, “If you see Mithrellas, tell her to come in for me.” The Noldor nodded back as he closed the door on his way out.
When he shut the door, Mithrellas was coming down the corridor, looking for her husband, and she looked at Elrond sadly. “Where is Thranduil, Lord Elrond?” She stopped in front of him, glancing where he had exited.
“He is in there, Lady Mithrellas,” he said, “It did not go too well with Legolas to the look of it.”
She shook her head. “No, and it would have faired better if I had not pressed on the matter,” Sighing, she whispered softly, “I thought he would have opened up to me as he did when he arrived with his friend…but he told me to leave him alone. I tried everything to help my son, but nothing ever appears to work with him.”
“Do not give up,” Elrond explained, “I have told this to Thranduil, and mentioned to him about medicine that comes from herbal leaves that would let Legolas recover. However, he would have to take them until they are all gone. He could eat two leaves a day, or heat three of them in water to drink, and then there would be improvement in him.”
Mithrellas thought about it, this was something different that the healer was speaking of, and it sounded promising to her. She hoped Thranduil had agreed for Elrond to give the medicine to their son. “Even if no one is allowed to leave, I would personally want him to use the herbs to heal himself. It has been three years, yes?”
“He is the last of the Fellowship,” Elrond answered. “He would want to fully recover, instead of pulling away from us like he is doing now. Maybe that is why he wanted to be left alone so that he could think of what will be ahead of him. I know that Glorfindel wants him to come along too because of his skill with the bow. if they do run into trouble, which is most likely, his skill will be needed.”
“I hope that you are right,” Mithrellas moved toward the door, and pushed it open when she added, “You always are I should say, and I thank you for your help, my lord.” Elrond gave her a bow and left to find Glorfindel as the female elf went inside to speak to her husband.