First story
Title: Torturing the Elfling
Settings: Mirkwood
Important people: Thranduil, Voronwe, and Legolas.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs to Tolkien, unfortunately.
Summary: Thranduil had to go away, leaving little Legolas alone at home. What could possibly go wrong?
Thoughts are in italics.
Chapter 1
When it feels as if everyone in the world is against him…
A small and miserable elfling sat high up in a tree, which is near the gates of Mirkwood, but still not too far from home. From there, he could see the vast canopy of trees, which is the home of the wood-elves. The trees have been there for as long as anyone can remember.
Ever since he was young, he would come here to seek solace whenever he had a quarrel with his older brother, Voronwe. He sighed, leaning against the trunk of the tree. The ancient tree let out a low murmur, welcoming this First-born who has come to it. Normally, Legolas would have reassured the tree with words of comfort, but not today. Today, he was too upset by what had transpired. Closing his eyes, he tried to shake off the memories of what had happened.
And when the only company is his thoughts and memories…
It was the early morning, and he was just walking towards the dining room for breakfast, lost in thought. Unfortunately, he bumped into Voronwe. The elf that he had bumped into cursed, as he dropped the file that he was carrying. By the time Legolas realized what he had done, he hastily began to help the elf to pick up the scattered paper. When they straightened, their eyes met and recognition dawned on them at the same moment.
Legolas began to back away, but he knew he was trapped. Voronwe narrowed his eyes at his little brother, and scoffed, "Ah, I see that it was my stupid and clumsy younger brother that caused this. Haven't you learned to pay attention to where you are going?"
The young elf blanched at the insult and was about to retort back, but Vehiron arrived at that moment and interrupted, "Voronwe, let it go. This is not worth it to make a big deal out of it. Ada is waiting for us. We have to hurry if you do not want to face his wrath at being late. You know how Adar is when we are tardy."
Voronwe raised his eyes and meet those of his elder brother, the heir of Mirkwood. He was about to say something but then decided not to. Instead, he turned around and stalked off in the direction of the dining room. Taking hold of Legolas' hand, he said, "Come on, let's go."
And when one feels abandoned…
Legolas let out a sigh, which he seemed to be doing a lot lately. Shaking his head ruefully, he wondered when he can finally get out of this nightmare. He knew he should be heading home, for it was getting dark, but he was reluctant to face Voronwe again. His Adar is probably worrying over him as well.
Quickly, he scrambled down the tree, thanking it for its support and comfort that it had given him this day as he went. Looking longingly back at his refuge one last time, he turned back around and wearily made the long way home.