Thranduil's Trial
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
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4,110
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5
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Chapter 4
Beta: Manon, Phyllis and Rebekah
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Full of Angst. What do you expect?
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them. Only the OC.
Note: Legolas age is close to 10, only an elfling compared to the other elves.
Note2: Legolas has a stronger connection with the nature than normal.
Elvish Translations in the end of the chapter.
Chapter 4
Silence seemed to cover them.
"Where is he?" Glorfindel asked.
"He is asleep," Elrond said and walked over to him. "He is missing his nana."
"Poor elfling, the bond between them must have been strong," Glorfindel said.
Elrond nodded.
"Can I see him?" Glorfindel asked.
"Come," Elrond said, and Glorfindel followed him.
Elrond opened the door quietly as he did not want to wake the elfling from his peaceful sleep.
Glorfindel sighed as he saw him; he looked so innocent to him, his blond hair caught the light from the sun through the window, making it shine; his blue eyes were now calm as the sky, where before they had been stormy like the sea.
The Prince reminded him of when he was a small elfling.
Elrond watched his old friend who seemed lost in thought, looking at the elfling who was curled up within Arwen's arms, holding on to her tightly.
"Is something bothering you?" Elrond asked him.
"No..." Glorfindel voice was close to a whisper as he let the tears fall. "He reminds me of when I was an elfling... but I cannot see him hurt. I can feel that he must be hurting inside... Elrond, my friend, you need to find a way to heal him," he said.
"I know... but first we need to find out what causes him so much pain," Elrond said.
It was late; Elrond knew his sons were probably wanting to rest as in the morning they would try and spend time with the elfling.
"Good night my sons; have a good night, my old friend," Elrond said, and sighed as the sound of thunder could be heard again.
He feared that the elfling would wake, but when he looked at him, he saw that Legolas would be safe with his daughter, and smiled.
Glorfindel and his sons left the room, and he and his daughter were left alone with the princeling.
"Stay with him, my child," Elrond said to her, and added: "you will be a wonderful mother some day."
"Thank you father," Arwen said, and her eyes shone with love and pride at her father's words. They filled her heart with warmth and love.
Elrond left the room, and closed the door after him.
Arwen carefully lay down on the bed and, holding the elfling closer to her, she slept.
~*~
In the morning...
Prince Legolas woke at the first light, the birds singing new songs to him.
He looked at the elf lying next to him; he felt she was watching him.
Her hair was black, not blond like his; it seemed to him that she looked like his nana, who loved him and cared for him.
"Nana?" he asked.
Arwen did not want to say the wrong words; she did not want to see him cry.
"Nana... I am hungry," he said.
"Come, pen-neth," Arwen said.
"But naneth, you call me pen-valthennen," Legolas demanded.
Arwen sighed and said: "Come, pen-valthennen, let us go to the kitchen."
Legolas grabbed her hand and held it tightly in his, surprising Arwen with his behavior. It seemed as if he was asking for her love.
As they approached the kitchen, the elfling did not seem to recognize all the elves that stood there looking at him.
He looked at Arwen and asked: "Naneth... who are all these elves?"
Arwen looked at her father, and begged him to save her from answering the elfling's question.
"Mae govannen, Taren Legolas Thranduilion!" Elrond said, and came closer to the elfling who stared at him.
"W... who are you?" he asked frightened.
"I am Lord Elrond, ruled of Imladris, and a healer," Elrond said.
Legolas turned to her and seemed worried as he asked: "Why are we not in Mirkwood, naneth?"
Arwen knelt before the elfling and said with a heavy heart: "I am not your naneth, princeling," she said, although she thought to herself: 'but I wish I was,' and continued: "Your naneth died, and you were sent to us by your adar."
The prince was upset when he heard those words, and he ran past them into the garden to be closer to the trees. They welcomed him and gave him shelter, and comforted him, singing to him as he cried of his loss.
Arwen saw the princeling run, and was about to run after him, but her father stopped her and said: "I will deal with him; you go and eat something."
"Yes, father," she said.
Elrond followed the elfling to the trees, and heard him as he cried and whimpered for his nana.
"Legolas?" he called softly.
There was no clear answer from the elfling, so the Lord began to climb the tree to try and reach him.
"Princeling?" he asked again, as he began to climb. Elrond sighed; it had been a long time since he had climbed trees, but he finally reached the prince and sat on the branch, watching the princeling's face.
It seemed to him, as he examined Legolas' face, that the elfling needed his nana and his adar as well, but he did not know what caused the distance between himself and his adar. The elfling blocked him every time he tried to reach him.
Elrond's hands moved to the elfling's face as he tried to comfort him.
"Do you trust me?" Elrond asked as he looked at the elfling.
"I... trust you my lord... the trees sang about all the great things that you have done..."
"Is that right? So you know all the great things about me?" Elrond asked.
"They told me that you healed my naneth once, and about the time you lost your wife," Legolas said and looked at the dark haired elf.
Elrond sighed. The elfling's words confirmed in his mind the gift Legolas had.
"You are safe here, my child," Elrond said, and stroked Legolas' blond hair.
"I am not your child!" Legolas shouted at him, and added: "I want my nana..." as the tears fell again on his cheeks.
"Your nana is deadprinceling," Elrond said, wiping the tears from the elfling's face.
"No..." Legolas began to cry, and beat the lord on his chest. As he cried he kept asking for his nana, again and again.
In the elfing's mind she was still alive, but she was nowhere to be seen. The lord's words made his heart ache; he did not know what the meaning of death was...
Elvish Translations:
Nana, Naneth – Mother
Pen-neth - young one
Pen-valthennen - my golden one
Mae govannen, Taren Legolas Thranduilion! - Welcome Prince Legolas, son of Thranduil
Adar – father
End of Chapter 4.
R/R
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Full of Angst. What do you expect?
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them. Only the OC.
Note: Legolas age is close to 10, only an elfling compared to the other elves.
Note2: Legolas has a stronger connection with the nature than normal.
Elvish Translations in the end of the chapter.
Silence seemed to cover them.
"Where is he?" Glorfindel asked.
"He is asleep," Elrond said and walked over to him. "He is missing his nana."
"Poor elfling, the bond between them must have been strong," Glorfindel said.
Elrond nodded.
"Can I see him?" Glorfindel asked.
"Come," Elrond said, and Glorfindel followed him.
Elrond opened the door quietly as he did not want to wake the elfling from his peaceful sleep.
Glorfindel sighed as he saw him; he looked so innocent to him, his blond hair caught the light from the sun through the window, making it shine; his blue eyes were now calm as the sky, where before they had been stormy like the sea.
The Prince reminded him of when he was a small elfling.
Elrond watched his old friend who seemed lost in thought, looking at the elfling who was curled up within Arwen's arms, holding on to her tightly.
"Is something bothering you?" Elrond asked him.
"No..." Glorfindel voice was close to a whisper as he let the tears fall. "He reminds me of when I was an elfling... but I cannot see him hurt. I can feel that he must be hurting inside... Elrond, my friend, you need to find a way to heal him," he said.
"I know... but first we need to find out what causes him so much pain," Elrond said.
It was late; Elrond knew his sons were probably wanting to rest as in the morning they would try and spend time with the elfling.
"Good night my sons; have a good night, my old friend," Elrond said, and sighed as the sound of thunder could be heard again.
He feared that the elfling would wake, but when he looked at him, he saw that Legolas would be safe with his daughter, and smiled.
Glorfindel and his sons left the room, and he and his daughter were left alone with the princeling.
"Stay with him, my child," Elrond said to her, and added: "you will be a wonderful mother some day."
"Thank you father," Arwen said, and her eyes shone with love and pride at her father's words. They filled her heart with warmth and love.
Elrond left the room, and closed the door after him.
Arwen carefully lay down on the bed and, holding the elfling closer to her, she slept.
~*~
In the morning...
Prince Legolas woke at the first light, the birds singing new songs to him.
He looked at the elf lying next to him; he felt she was watching him.
Her hair was black, not blond like his; it seemed to him that she looked like his nana, who loved him and cared for him.
"Nana?" he asked.
Arwen did not want to say the wrong words; she did not want to see him cry.
"Nana... I am hungry," he said.
"Come, pen-neth," Arwen said.
"But naneth, you call me pen-valthennen," Legolas demanded.
Arwen sighed and said: "Come, pen-valthennen, let us go to the kitchen."
Legolas grabbed her hand and held it tightly in his, surprising Arwen with his behavior. It seemed as if he was asking for her love.
As they approached the kitchen, the elfling did not seem to recognize all the elves that stood there looking at him.
He looked at Arwen and asked: "Naneth... who are all these elves?"
Arwen looked at her father, and begged him to save her from answering the elfling's question.
"Mae govannen, Taren Legolas Thranduilion!" Elrond said, and came closer to the elfling who stared at him.
"W... who are you?" he asked frightened.
"I am Lord Elrond, ruled of Imladris, and a healer," Elrond said.
Legolas turned to her and seemed worried as he asked: "Why are we not in Mirkwood, naneth?"
Arwen knelt before the elfling and said with a heavy heart: "I am not your naneth, princeling," she said, although she thought to herself: 'but I wish I was,' and continued: "Your naneth died, and you were sent to us by your adar."
The prince was upset when he heard those words, and he ran past them into the garden to be closer to the trees. They welcomed him and gave him shelter, and comforted him, singing to him as he cried of his loss.
Arwen saw the princeling run, and was about to run after him, but her father stopped her and said: "I will deal with him; you go and eat something."
"Yes, father," she said.
Elrond followed the elfling to the trees, and heard him as he cried and whimpered for his nana.
"Legolas?" he called softly.
There was no clear answer from the elfling, so the Lord began to climb the tree to try and reach him.
"Princeling?" he asked again, as he began to climb. Elrond sighed; it had been a long time since he had climbed trees, but he finally reached the prince and sat on the branch, watching the princeling's face.
It seemed to him, as he examined Legolas' face, that the elfling needed his nana and his adar as well, but he did not know what caused the distance between himself and his adar. The elfling blocked him every time he tried to reach him.
Elrond's hands moved to the elfling's face as he tried to comfort him.
"Do you trust me?" Elrond asked as he looked at the elfling.
"I... trust you my lord... the trees sang about all the great things that you have done..."
"Is that right? So you know all the great things about me?" Elrond asked.
"They told me that you healed my naneth once, and about the time you lost your wife," Legolas said and looked at the dark haired elf.
Elrond sighed. The elfling's words confirmed in his mind the gift Legolas had.
"You are safe here, my child," Elrond said, and stroked Legolas' blond hair.
"I am not your child!" Legolas shouted at him, and added: "I want my nana..." as the tears fell again on his cheeks.
"Your nana is deadprinceling," Elrond said, wiping the tears from the elfling's face.
"No..." Legolas began to cry, and beat the lord on his chest. As he cried he kept asking for his nana, again and again.
In the elfing's mind she was still alive, but she was nowhere to be seen. The lord's words made his heart ache; he did not know what the meaning of death was...
Elvish Translations:
Nana, Naneth – Mother
Pen-neth - young one
Pen-valthennen - my golden one
Mae govannen, Taren Legolas Thranduilion! - Welcome Prince Legolas, son of Thranduil
Adar – father
End of Chapter 4.
R/R