Thranduil's Trial
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,113
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 7
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 7
Elrond, Arwen, Glorfindel and the rest of Imladris’ elves were watching the twins as they played with the Mirkwood elf.
The twins counted while Legolas found where he could hide. When the twins finally finishing counting, Legolas was nowhere to be seen.
They looked on each other, and then they looked at their adar, hoping he would give them a clue, but he only looked at them, amused.
A soft whimper was heard, and they followed the sound as quietly as they could. Before long they saw blond hair moving with the wind.
Legolas’ face resting on a tree, and seemed not to notice the twins as they came behind him.
“Legolas?” Elrohir asked softly.
Legolas turned around and looked a little surprised to see them. “How did you find me?” he asked.
“By your soft voice...” Elladan mentioned.
“Oh...” Legolas said, and knew they had caught him.
“I believe, brother,” Elladan said, and added, smiling: “That we got him.”
They nodded at him.
“Not until I say so,” Legolas grinned at them and started to run from them.
“Brother?” Elrohir asked, a sad look on his face. “I think we may have lost,” he said.
“I do not think so...” Elladan said with a smile, and started to run after the elfling.
“Oh Valar,” Elrohir sighed and ran after his twin who was chasing Legolas.
Elladan caught Legolas before he had the chance to run any further.
“Now Elrohir, it is time we ‘punished’ this elfling,” Elladan said as he started tickling Legolas. Elrohir looked at them before he joined his brother, a smile on his face.
Legolas tried to avoid their hands, but he was unsuccessful. The twins loved to hear the elfling laugh; it sounded so alive and so happy.
They fell on the ground and rolled in the leaves, and soon Legolas’ hair had leaves caught up in it.
Elrond rose from his chair; there was a smile on his face and he was happy to see Legolas so carefree.
“Legolas?” he called softly.
The twins stopped tickling him and let the elfling get up.
“I believe it is time for you to take a bath,” Elrond said. A maid had appeared in the meantime, and Elrond motioned for her to take Legolas inside.
“Why?” Legolas asked. For the first time he felt truly happy. He felt close to the twins; they were almost like brothers to him.
“Well...” Elrond said, trying to think of a nice way to say the words, then continuing softly: “You are covered in sweat and dirt, and it means you don’t really smell very nice...” before he was cut off by his sons.
“You smell like an orc...” Elladan grinned at him.
“What is an orc?” Legolas asked.
Glorfindel stepped up to him and whispered so that only Legolas could hear: “Do you want a bed-time story?”
Legolas nodded, and ran towards the house.
“Where did he go?” the twins asked Glorfindel.
“I do believe that he is searching for the bath...” Glorfindel grinned at them.
Elrond could not resist laughing, and asked his old friend what he found so amusing.
“Where were you when the twins were young, my dear friend?”
“I was around... but away from them...” Glorfindel laughed.
The twins looked at him; there were frowns on their faces.
“What?” Glorfindel asked them.
They did not say a word.
The maids helped to wash the dirt off Legolas. He was a little mischievous and splashed them water, but they only laughed.
He could not wait for the bed-time story.
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In Legolas’ room...
Glorfindel sat on the bed while Legolas settled down after the bath, and waited.
He moved his hands over Legolas’ face, removing the wet hair off his face, and wiping the water from his cheeks. He could not ignore the impatient look that appeared on the elfling’s face and asked: “I see that you have missed my stories, have you not?”
Legolas’ eyes sparkled at Glorfindel’s words. He loved his stories and admired him.
“Can you tell me one more time the story of you and the mighty Balrog?” Legolas asked.
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Outside the room...
Elrond heard Glorfindel as he told once again to the elfling the story about the Balrog, and he smiled to himself. He knew in his heart that Legolas was beginning to feel something; that he seemed to adore Glorfindel.
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Back inside the room...
“I cannot wait to become a warrior like you.” Legolas smiled before he slept.
‘But first,’ Glorfindel thought, ‘you will have to face the truth.’
Glorfindel stared at Legolas with a worried look on his face.
He felt proud of Legolas’ words, and he felt how the tears came to his eyes. Stroking Legolas’ hair, he watched the elfling as he slept.
Legolas seemed calm, so Glorfindel decide to retire to his own bed, but then he heard Legolas screaming.
He was having another nightmare, and he started shouting for his nana.
“Everything is alright, Pen-valthennen.” Glorfindel tried to comfort him.
It seemed that it helped at first, but then things changed.
Birds stood on the windowsill, and the trees stopped their singing.
Glorfindel felt useless and left the room in despair. He noticed Elrond standing outside.
“It is eating away at him inside.” Glorfindel’s voice failed him as he whispered.
Elrond nodded quietly.
“Is there something you could do to ease his pain?” Glorfindel asked his lord.
Elrond stared at his friend, wanting to say something, but he knew there was nothing that he could do.
“The cure is inside Legolas; only he can cure himself,” Elrond spoke.
Glorfindel sighed, and looked disappointed by his lord’s words. That was not the answer he wished to hear.
Pen-valthennen - my golden one
End of Chapter 7.
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.
Elrond, Arwen, Glorfindel and the rest of Imladris’ elves were watching the twins as they played with the Mirkwood elf.
The twins counted while Legolas found where he could hide. When the twins finally finishing counting, Legolas was nowhere to be seen.
They looked on each other, and then they looked at their adar, hoping he would give them a clue, but he only looked at them, amused.
A soft whimper was heard, and they followed the sound as quietly as they could. Before long they saw blond hair moving with the wind.
Legolas’ face resting on a tree, and seemed not to notice the twins as they came behind him.
“Legolas?” Elrohir asked softly.
Legolas turned around and looked a little surprised to see them. “How did you find me?” he asked.
“By your soft voice...” Elladan mentioned.
“Oh...” Legolas said, and knew they had caught him.
“I believe, brother,” Elladan said, and added, smiling: “That we got him.”
They nodded at him.
“Not until I say so,” Legolas grinned at them and started to run from them.
“Brother?” Elrohir asked, a sad look on his face. “I think we may have lost,” he said.
“I do not think so...” Elladan said with a smile, and started to run after the elfling.
“Oh Valar,” Elrohir sighed and ran after his twin who was chasing Legolas.
Elladan caught Legolas before he had the chance to run any further.
“Now Elrohir, it is time we ‘punished’ this elfling,” Elladan said as he started tickling Legolas. Elrohir looked at them before he joined his brother, a smile on his face.
Legolas tried to avoid their hands, but he was unsuccessful. The twins loved to hear the elfling laugh; it sounded so alive and so happy.
They fell on the ground and rolled in the leaves, and soon Legolas’ hair had leaves caught up in it.
Elrond rose from his chair; there was a smile on his face and he was happy to see Legolas so carefree.
“Legolas?” he called softly.
The twins stopped tickling him and let the elfling get up.
“I believe it is time for you to take a bath,” Elrond said. A maid had appeared in the meantime, and Elrond motioned for her to take Legolas inside.
“Why?” Legolas asked. For the first time he felt truly happy. He felt close to the twins; they were almost like brothers to him.
“Well...” Elrond said, trying to think of a nice way to say the words, then continuing softly: “You are covered in sweat and dirt, and it means you don’t really smell very nice...” before he was cut off by his sons.
“You smell like an orc...” Elladan grinned at him.
“What is an orc?” Legolas asked.
Glorfindel stepped up to him and whispered so that only Legolas could hear: “Do you want a bed-time story?”
Legolas nodded, and ran towards the house.
“Where did he go?” the twins asked Glorfindel.
“I do believe that he is searching for the bath...” Glorfindel grinned at them.
Elrond could not resist laughing, and asked his old friend what he found so amusing.
“Where were you when the twins were young, my dear friend?”
“I was around... but away from them...” Glorfindel laughed.
The twins looked at him; there were frowns on their faces.
“What?” Glorfindel asked them.
They did not say a word.
The maids helped to wash the dirt off Legolas. He was a little mischievous and splashed them water, but they only laughed.
He could not wait for the bed-time story.
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In Legolas’ room...
Glorfindel sat on the bed while Legolas settled down after the bath, and waited.
He moved his hands over Legolas’ face, removing the wet hair off his face, and wiping the water from his cheeks. He could not ignore the impatient look that appeared on the elfling’s face and asked: “I see that you have missed my stories, have you not?”
Legolas’ eyes sparkled at Glorfindel’s words. He loved his stories and admired him.
“Can you tell me one more time the story of you and the mighty Balrog?” Legolas asked.
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Outside the room...
Elrond heard Glorfindel as he told once again to the elfling the story about the Balrog, and he smiled to himself. He knew in his heart that Legolas was beginning to feel something; that he seemed to adore Glorfindel.
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Back inside the room...
“I cannot wait to become a warrior like you.” Legolas smiled before he slept.
‘But first,’ Glorfindel thought, ‘you will have to face the truth.’
Glorfindel stared at Legolas with a worried look on his face.
He felt proud of Legolas’ words, and he felt how the tears came to his eyes. Stroking Legolas’ hair, he watched the elfling as he slept.
Legolas seemed calm, so Glorfindel decide to retire to his own bed, but then he heard Legolas screaming.
He was having another nightmare, and he started shouting for his nana.
“Everything is alright, Pen-valthennen.” Glorfindel tried to comfort him.
It seemed that it helped at first, but then things changed.
Birds stood on the windowsill, and the trees stopped their singing.
Glorfindel felt useless and left the room in despair. He noticed Elrond standing outside.
“It is eating away at him inside.” Glorfindel’s voice failed him as he whispered.
Elrond nodded quietly.
“Is there something you could do to ease his pain?” Glorfindel asked his lord.
Elrond stared at his friend, wanting to say something, but he knew there was nothing that he could do.
“The cure is inside Legolas; only he can cure himself,” Elrond spoke.
Glorfindel sighed, and looked disappointed by his lord’s words. That was not the answer he wished to hear.
Pen-valthennen - my golden one
End of Chapter 7.
R/R