Let My Soul Be Free

Ok, this is going to be a challenge for me to write. I normally prefer torture or abuse or anything to that affect but while looking to see what others want in a story and what makes a good story, I’m working on this.

Full summary: A tragic accident leaves Legolas the crown prince with no mother and no brother. But the memories of the accident has Legolas afraid of the mortal race, and he is about to face the fears that resurface from the past once more.


Sorry if the summary seems lame, it’s better than it seems, promise.

Disclaimer (sorry I forgot this before)- Nothing belongs to me. Everything belongs to Tolkien- at least at this point. BOW DOWN TO THE POWER OF TOLKIEN!


Let My Soul Be Free

Legolas raced past his mother, laughing as his brother, Barathon, raced after him.
Their mother had taken them to the lake for the day, and they now rested in a small clearing just off of Forest River.

Adlanniel laughed at her children, watching as Barathon grabbed Legolas and attempted to throw him in the lake, but Legolas grabbed onto him and they both tumbled into the lake.

“Nana! Did you see that? I threw Barathon in the lake!” Legolas waved at her. She grinned, walking closer to the lake as Barathon began their traditional protest.

“I threw you in first!”

“No you didn’t!”

“Yes, I did!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Boys! Enough! Legolas, you didn’t throw Barathon in, and Barathon, you didn’t throw Legolas in.” She placed down the picnic basket that was in her hand and started to spread out the blanket.

“Nana, that doesn’t make any sense.” Barathon whined, pulling himself out of the water and helping Legolas out.

“Perhaps not now. But some day it will.” Barathon was only twelve in human years, and Legolas was only six. But some days, much like today, they acted as though they were two.

“Why can’t we understand now?” Legolas asked, shaking his head like a dog and getting his Nana wet. She squeaked, walking backwards away from him.

“First of all, dry yourself on someone that is not me! Secondly, if I tell you now, then later you will just have the same argument again, with the same answer and the same conversation, much like the last time we had this conversation.”

“When did we have the conversation before Nana?” Legolas looked innocently at her. She laughed, shaking her head.

“Do you want lunch or not?” Before Legolas could answer, Barathon ran over and pulled on Adlanniel’s dress.

“Nana, listen!” He said urgently. As young as he was, they already expected him to be the best warrior in the family. His skills were becoming better and better with each passing day. Adlanniel frowned, listening to the noises coming from the north part of the clearing.

“Legolas, Barathon, get into the trees. Now!” They raced up a tree and watched as Adlanniel pulled her sword from the sheath that she had placed at the base of the tree. Orcs came into the clearing, growling and snapping towards her.

Barathon covered Legolas’ eyes, not wanting him to see the orcs. He had seen and even fought one before, but this was Legolas’ first experience with them, and he did not want him to continue to watch when he was already so upset over seeing them.

Adlanniel swung her sword at the first orc. From her guess, there had to be at least fifty orcs there. She could feel the panic beginning to swell in her breast. Her children were here! She could not let them be hurt.

Barathon swallowed, watching as his mother beheaded orc after orc. She never saw the orc behind her. Barathon tried to call out to her, but the sounds of the battle were too loud for her to hear or understand him. He watched in horror as the blade tore throw her. She scream, looking up at the trees and locking eyes with Barathon for just a moment before her eyes glazed over.

Barathon cried out, turning away as the orcs began tearing at her body. He held Legolas close to him, covering his ears and letting him cry into his shoulder.

“Hush, Legolas, we can’t let them hear us.” Legolas quieted immediately, but the tears kept coming. Barathon blinked back tears, forcing himself to stay calm.

The day passed and soon nightfall covered them. The orcs had made camp beneath them, showing no signs of leaving. Legolas had cried himself to sleep a while ago, but Barathon was still awake. He could hear a group of humans beginning to surround the orcs. They had been there for the last hour, getting into position. Together, small groups had begun to take out single orcs or small groups. They orcs were beginning to suspect the attack.

Barathon laid his head down on the trunk, closing his eyes against the image of his mother’s distorted body. He heard the men begin the attack and within minutes the sounds of battle ceased as the orcs were killed off. He opened his eyes, looking over the edge of the trees at the humans. They looked trustworthy, but he was scared. He woke Legolas, waiting until he was completely awake before speaking.

“I am going to go and see if these men will escort us back to the palace. Stay here and don’t come out unless I tell you to. Please listen to me Legolas.” Legolas nodded.

“Stay safe Bara.” He hugged him, and watched as his only brother climbed down the tree and begin to speak to one of the men. He nodded and led him over to the leader. They spoke for a few minutes out of his hearing range. Legolas watched another man come up behind Barathon, and then Barathon suddenly scream, falling to the ground. Legolas gasped, seeing the ground turn red as another man grabbed Barathon and threw him into the fire. Legolas cried out as the fire consumed Barathon’s body.

He jumped out of the tree and raced in the oppisite direction, running until he could not run any longer. He sat at the base of a tree and sobbed for several hours until one of the patrols came upon him. He didn’t even notice when they picked him up and carried him into the palace where his father was waiting.

“Legolas! You’re alive! Where are your mother and brother? Are you hurt? Legolas, talk to me!” Thranduil lifted him up hugging him close. Legolas started crying again, holding on to his father’s tunic.

“Dead……. They killed them….” He sobbed out after several minutes. Thranduil’s eyes grew large, sitting down and placing Legolas on his lap.

“What happened?” He held his breath, praying that Legolas had just had a bad dream.

“Orcs… They killed Nana… then the humans killed them….”Legolas sobbed loudly. Thranduil closed his eyes, tears escaping at the thought of his beloved wife killed by the hideous creatures that were orcs.

“And what about your brother? What about Barathon?” Legolas cried louder if that was possible.

“He asked the men for help to get home and one of them stabbed him. They…..” Legolas broke off, burying his head in his father’s chest. Thranduil pulled him back, struggling not to break down.

“What else did they do?” Legolas looked up at him.

“They threw his body in the fire. I ran. I couldn’t watch anymore.” Legolas sobbed. Thranduil shoved him to the ground.

“And you did nothing to help them! You let them die!” Legolas stared up at his father.

“I didn’t know what to do!” Legolas cried out. Thranduil sobbed, collapsing to the floor beside him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. They shouldn’t have died like that. Valar, why!” Thranduil pulled Legolas into his arms and they both sobbed together.


Well, that was my start. I’m going to move forward a few years with the next chapter. Well, at least I think I will. What do you think? Leave a review and let me know!