Thranduil's Trial
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,114
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 8
Title: Thranduil’s Trial 8
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Manon.
Rating: PG-13 TO R.
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.
8.
Glorfindel came inside the room, and lay down next to Legolas, and took the elfling in his arms.
“I am here, my sweet child,” Glorfindel spoke softly to Legolas.
Glorfindel tried to comfort him, and the birds began to sing to him while the wind blew gently through the leaves.
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Mirkwood... at the same time...
It was night-time, and King Thranduil left the palace. The cold wind blew on his face, and tears left his eyes.
He missed them terribly; he wondered why his son had become so distant from him, and he started to think Legolas must be fading, because he had loved his mother.
Thranduil wished in his heart that Elrond would do anything to heal his son. He did not want another death in his small family, as Legolas was the only one that left to him.
He climbed onto a tree, and sat on a branch. He watched the moon, and imagined that he was looking over his son; he missed him.
Legolas’ face looked so similar to that his wife’s.
Thranduil decided that he would send a message in the morning to Galadriel, the lady of light, so that she could send someone who would replace him for some days. He felt he needed to be with his son.
Looking at the moon, he felt the tears running down his face, and he cried again for the one that had he lost.
“Father...” Thranduil begged. “Help me...”
Thranduil covered his face with his hands and continued to cry and pray to his adar. He felt fragile as Legolas was not there, and his wife was dead. He felt fragile because love and death had hurt him more than he realised.
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Imladris, in the morning...
Legolas woke up and found himself curled up against the warrior’s chest, and the elf staring at him.
“Glorfindel?” Legolas asked, a little dizzy from the uncomfortable sleep he had had the night before.
“What is it, my golden prince?” Glorfindel asked, stroking the prince’s face.
“I want my nana, can you give me back my nana?” the elfling asked him.
Glorfindel stared at him. Legolas’ eyes sparkled with hope as he looked at the warrior.
Instead of answering Glorfindel stroked the elfling’s hair. “Do you want to see my skills?” he asked, trying to cheer Legolas up. The elfling nodded, his eyes still on the golden-haired elf.
“Are you hungry, sweet one?” Glorfindel asked. He sighed with relief as Legolas nodded.
“Come,” Glorfindel said softly, and took the elfling’s hand and led him to the kitchen. Legolas followed the warrior inside, and smiled when he saw the twins.
“Saelbeth is teaching us how to use a bow and arrow; do you want to join us?” Elrohir asked.
“After he eats,” Elrond said.
Legolas sat at the table, and he was given a plate with food. He enjoyed the smell of fresh food, and smell of the water upon it. He ate, looking at them as he swallowed. They seemed enjoy seeing him eat, and began to eat themselves.
As Legolas finished eating, he looked at the golden-haired elf and gave him a look, as if he were begging.
“Before we go to our lessons, do you want to play another game with us? Let’s say... chasing?” Elladan suggested.
Glorfindel went to the elfling and knelt next to him. He whispered so only Legolas could hear: “I am not your father, go, play...”
Legolas looked at him before he smiled and hugged him, then he asked: “Will you tell me another story of yours when I have finished playing?”
Glorfindel nodded and smiled at the elfling.
Legolas gave another big smile and ran to try and catch the twins, but without any success.
Elladan stopped running and looked at the sun; he felt tired and thought: ‘Saelbeth will probably kill us for being late.’ He sighed. ‘That elfling will be the death of me.’
“Elrohir!” Elladan called to his twin who was busy trying to catch the elfling.
Elrohir stopped, and saw his brother walking towards him. “What is it that is so important?” he asked.
“The class that we have with Saelbeth. If we do not show up in the next few minutes, we will be his victims, brother,” Elladan explained.
Legolas stopped running and searched for the twins; it did not take him long. He saw them talking between themselves, and asked: “Why did you stop?”
“We are going to be late for Saelbeth’s lesson, little one,” Elladan replied.
“I’m sorry – I forgot. You said I could join you. Can I still do that?” Legolas asked. He did not want to stay behind.
“I do not see why not. I do not think Saelbeth will mind,” Elrohir said.
Legolas walked between the twins who held his hands as they made their way through the woods. They were soon there, and Legolas noticed the targets.
Arwen stood there, looking anxiously and wondering where her brothers could be. Next to her was Saelbeth, who seemed angry.
“Arwen...” Legolas ran to her.
Arwen knelt to catch the elfling, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.
“Where have you been?” Arwen asked her brothers as she rose. “He wants to kill you.”
“We played with Legolas,” Elrohir explained.
Saelbeth walked towards the twins, ignoring the elfling starting at him. “You are late,” he said, sounding very annoyed.
The twins tried to explain, but nothing helped.
“Your father has told me you both need discipline, and I will discipline you so that you will remember,” Saelbeth said, looking into each of their eyes.
“Will we fight against each other?” Elladan could not resist asking.
“You will do whatever I tell you,” Saelbeth explained.
Legolas touched the chain that Saelbeth wore. The movement caught Saelbeth’s eye, and Legolas asked: “What will I do?”
Saelbeth looked at the elfling, and asked the twins: “What is he doing here? He is too young!”
“He is with us...” Elrohir started to say only to be cut off by the other elf.
“He is too young to learn how to use a bow and arrow!” Saelbeth said to them.
They noticed the sad look on the elfling’s face, and asked: “Can he not at least watch us?”
“Can he?” Arwen tried too.
“Only if your father permits...” Saelbeth replied.
“Elladan, go and ask father, and come back quickly,” Elrohir said to his old brother.
Elladan ran back to the house. He found his father sitting with Glorfindel, talking between themselves.
“Father...” Elladan said breathlessly.
“Elladan, I thought you were at lessons. Where is Legolas?” Elrond asked.
“He is with us, father... Can Legolas watch us while we are having our lesson?” Elladan asked, and looked at his father who was just staring at his son.
End of Chapter 8.
So... do you think Elrond will agree?
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Manon.
Rating: PG-13 TO R.
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.
8.
Glorfindel came inside the room, and lay down next to Legolas, and took the elfling in his arms.
“I am here, my sweet child,” Glorfindel spoke softly to Legolas.
Glorfindel tried to comfort him, and the birds began to sing to him while the wind blew gently through the leaves.
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Mirkwood... at the same time...
It was night-time, and King Thranduil left the palace. The cold wind blew on his face, and tears left his eyes.
He missed them terribly; he wondered why his son had become so distant from him, and he started to think Legolas must be fading, because he had loved his mother.
Thranduil wished in his heart that Elrond would do anything to heal his son. He did not want another death in his small family, as Legolas was the only one that left to him.
He climbed onto a tree, and sat on a branch. He watched the moon, and imagined that he was looking over his son; he missed him.
Legolas’ face looked so similar to that his wife’s.
Thranduil decided that he would send a message in the morning to Galadriel, the lady of light, so that she could send someone who would replace him for some days. He felt he needed to be with his son.
Looking at the moon, he felt the tears running down his face, and he cried again for the one that had he lost.
“Father...” Thranduil begged. “Help me...”
Thranduil covered his face with his hands and continued to cry and pray to his adar. He felt fragile as Legolas was not there, and his wife was dead. He felt fragile because love and death had hurt him more than he realised.
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Imladris, in the morning...
Legolas woke up and found himself curled up against the warrior’s chest, and the elf staring at him.
“Glorfindel?” Legolas asked, a little dizzy from the uncomfortable sleep he had had the night before.
“What is it, my golden prince?” Glorfindel asked, stroking the prince’s face.
“I want my nana, can you give me back my nana?” the elfling asked him.
Glorfindel stared at him. Legolas’ eyes sparkled with hope as he looked at the warrior.
Instead of answering Glorfindel stroked the elfling’s hair. “Do you want to see my skills?” he asked, trying to cheer Legolas up. The elfling nodded, his eyes still on the golden-haired elf.
“Are you hungry, sweet one?” Glorfindel asked. He sighed with relief as Legolas nodded.
“Come,” Glorfindel said softly, and took the elfling’s hand and led him to the kitchen. Legolas followed the warrior inside, and smiled when he saw the twins.
“Saelbeth is teaching us how to use a bow and arrow; do you want to join us?” Elrohir asked.
“After he eats,” Elrond said.
Legolas sat at the table, and he was given a plate with food. He enjoyed the smell of fresh food, and smell of the water upon it. He ate, looking at them as he swallowed. They seemed enjoy seeing him eat, and began to eat themselves.
As Legolas finished eating, he looked at the golden-haired elf and gave him a look, as if he were begging.
“Before we go to our lessons, do you want to play another game with us? Let’s say... chasing?” Elladan suggested.
Glorfindel went to the elfling and knelt next to him. He whispered so only Legolas could hear: “I am not your father, go, play...”
Legolas looked at him before he smiled and hugged him, then he asked: “Will you tell me another story of yours when I have finished playing?”
Glorfindel nodded and smiled at the elfling.
Legolas gave another big smile and ran to try and catch the twins, but without any success.
Elladan stopped running and looked at the sun; he felt tired and thought: ‘Saelbeth will probably kill us for being late.’ He sighed. ‘That elfling will be the death of me.’
“Elrohir!” Elladan called to his twin who was busy trying to catch the elfling.
Elrohir stopped, and saw his brother walking towards him. “What is it that is so important?” he asked.
“The class that we have with Saelbeth. If we do not show up in the next few minutes, we will be his victims, brother,” Elladan explained.
Legolas stopped running and searched for the twins; it did not take him long. He saw them talking between themselves, and asked: “Why did you stop?”
“We are going to be late for Saelbeth’s lesson, little one,” Elladan replied.
“I’m sorry – I forgot. You said I could join you. Can I still do that?” Legolas asked. He did not want to stay behind.
“I do not see why not. I do not think Saelbeth will mind,” Elrohir said.
Legolas walked between the twins who held his hands as they made their way through the woods. They were soon there, and Legolas noticed the targets.
Arwen stood there, looking anxiously and wondering where her brothers could be. Next to her was Saelbeth, who seemed angry.
“Arwen...” Legolas ran to her.
Arwen knelt to catch the elfling, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.
“Where have you been?” Arwen asked her brothers as she rose. “He wants to kill you.”
“We played with Legolas,” Elrohir explained.
Saelbeth walked towards the twins, ignoring the elfling starting at him. “You are late,” he said, sounding very annoyed.
The twins tried to explain, but nothing helped.
“Your father has told me you both need discipline, and I will discipline you so that you will remember,” Saelbeth said, looking into each of their eyes.
“Will we fight against each other?” Elladan could not resist asking.
“You will do whatever I tell you,” Saelbeth explained.
Legolas touched the chain that Saelbeth wore. The movement caught Saelbeth’s eye, and Legolas asked: “What will I do?”
Saelbeth looked at the elfling, and asked the twins: “What is he doing here? He is too young!”
“He is with us...” Elrohir started to say only to be cut off by the other elf.
“He is too young to learn how to use a bow and arrow!” Saelbeth said to them.
They noticed the sad look on the elfling’s face, and asked: “Can he not at least watch us?”
“Can he?” Arwen tried too.
“Only if your father permits...” Saelbeth replied.
“Elladan, go and ask father, and come back quickly,” Elrohir said to his old brother.
Elladan ran back to the house. He found his father sitting with Glorfindel, talking between themselves.
“Father...” Elladan said breathlessly.
“Elladan, I thought you were at lessons. Where is Legolas?” Elrond asked.
“He is with us, father... Can Legolas watch us while we are having our lesson?” Elladan asked, and looked at his father who was just staring at his son.
End of Chapter 8.
So... do you think Elrond will agree?