Do You Remember
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-ooOoo-
Over dark trees a flock of ravens flew overhead. The elf watched as they slowly started to spiral down onto the crimson soaked battlefield. After a long and hard battle they had done it. They had fought to clear the eastern woods past the Mirkwood Mountains of its orc inhabitants. Knowing he must help his companions to burn the fallen, he cast a hopeful look towards the king's large tent. The tent sat nestled between the trees a little while away. Although they were glad to have won, there was a great sadness for their fallen brothers in arms. He knew that in the large tent their prince's life hung in the balance. He was gravely injured in the battle and his chances to live were slim. Offering a small prayer for the young prince, he went back to clearing the battlefield.
Inside of the large tent the king sat beside a small cot on the floor. Casting a worried glance at his son the king sighed. Taking in his son's appearance he saw a dark bruise forming above his left eye that was followed by a long cut along his cheek.
The healers had only just let him see his son. They had told him his son's wounds were very severe, that he had awoken during their healing and hadn't remembered where or who he was. The stark bandages that wrapped around Legolas' head almost matched his pale skin, Thranduil worriedly noted. Out from under the heavy blankets Thranduil caught a glimpse of the pale bandages that also covered his son's torso.
Prince Legolas was the kings' first child, and his last. Thranduil's only kin left. Legolas was just lying there, dying. Is this the end? Can it be? Thranduil thought, No! I will not let myself think that. He will live, he will be alright…right? He didn't know if he could bear losing his son, Legolas was the only reason he hadn't died of grief. Losing his son would crush him and he would surely fade.
To take his mind off of the pale face of his son, the great king began to talk. "Do you remember ion-nin?" Thranduil stopped afraid to speak, afraid to cry. "Do you remember when you were just an elfling?" He smiled slightly at fond memories as slow tears started to fall down his cheeks. Memories of when his forest was truly Greenwood the Great. "I remember the time when you bought a wolf pup into the palace. Can you remember ion-nin? Surely you do… Ai and you tried to hide him..."
-ooOoo-
The forest was silent, even the birds were silent as the little figure peaked out from the beech tree he had been lazily dowsing in. His long golden hair fell into his face as he watched a slight movement in the underbrush nearby.
The sound was very quiet, but his sensitive elven ears could pick it up easily. As if it were calling him, he stood up and leapt down to the branch beneath him. Swinging down from branch to branch until he landed on the forest floor. He hardly made a sound or a foot print in the soft soil, because he was an elf, and elves are light of heart and swift of foot.
The small figure looked around and started to listen for the sound again. He did not have waiting long as he soon heard it again. It was a cry or a whimper and it sounded closer now. With a little more looking and searching around, he realized it was coming from a bramble bush. Reaching the bush he kneeled down in the soft earth and started to crawl through the bush. It was hard for the elfling to crawl though the thorns as they pulled and tugged at his hair and clung his now muddy tunic. He crept forward at a slow pace until he saw it opened up to a small den. The den was made up of a fallen tree that was draped with a curtain of brambles that had grown around it. Looking around the den, the elfling finally caught sight of what had been making the strange sounds. There tangled in the thorns was a small wolf pup.
As he inched towards the pup, its eyes filled with fear. Then the pup started to thrash around, trying to free himself from the thorns, but sadly the pup only managed to further entangle himself. The elfling winced when he got closer and saw how badly the wolf pup was tangled. He was close enough to see the wet shine of the pup's inky black nose and hear his rapid breathing. He knew he could not leave the pup helpless, in pain and afraid. So he started to reach out but was stopped by a small growl that turned quickly into a whimper. "It is all right little one I will not hurt you" said the small figure with all the softness he could muster in his voice.
He reached out to the pup and slid his fingers under the entwined pup's belly, the wolf pup at first bit his nimble fingers. Although it was not hard it still hurt and the young elf quickly snatched his fingers away from the pup's milk teeth.
He frowned at the pup, which let out a whimper again. He tried again this time he spoke softly, which calmed the pup. Slowly untangling the pup's downy pelt, the elfling was worried about how deep the thorns went. After what seemed like hours, but was more like minutes, the elfling finally was able to pull the upset pup free. Gently he lifted the whimpering pup and put him in his lap. The wolf pup had by now grown used to the elfling touch and let himself be held as the elfling spoke softly, "Where's your mother?" he said asked the pup not expecting an answer.
He sat there for a little while looking over the pup, seeing if he was alright. Finding it hard to see through the pups fur in the dark den he started to crawl out of the brambles. He crawled out on one hand, while holding the pup with the other. When he was free of the den he found a nice tree and sat at the bottom of its trunk. After checking over the pup for bad wounds, he started playing with his new friend.
Towards twilight he realized that it was time to go home, he stood up and remembered the pup. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked the pup out loud. "I can't just leave you here can I?" he said. What am i going to do? He thought. The mother wolf hadn't returned and the forest could be a dangerous place at night for a little wolf pup. After a minute he shrugged his shoulders and said. "Well little one I guess you are coming home with me." The pup looked up at the golden haired elf and yipped. "Ha-ha well I hope that's a yay." As he walked home with the pup at his side he thought, my father doesn't need to know… right?
-ooOoo-
"Shush little one" the young prince told the pup as he snuck down one of the less used halls in his home. Just a short walk to his bed chambers, then they would be safe. He had just turned the corner when he heard a voice from around the corner call to him. "Prince Legolas! May I have word?"
Legolas froze, now what am I going to do! The owner of the voice was still a little way down the last hall, but now light footsteps could be heard. So quickly he made up his mind, running to the nearest closet he swung open the door. Seeing that it was full of towels, he tossed the pup inside who let out a rather loud yip. "Shush little one," he whispered again and ran to meet the elf.
The voice belonged to a handsome elf named Voronwe, he was a tall adviser with dark raven hair.
"Legolas, have you seen you father around? I can't find him." He asked in a strong voice.
"No I haven't. I've been in the forest all day" Legolas replied respectfully, he may be the prince but this elf was older and wiser than him and deserved respect. Thranduil had always taught Legolas the importance of respect.
"Alright, well off you go. You look like you've been crawling in the mud" Voronwe said with a kind smile as Legolas felt his face go hot and ducked away.
"I have to go." Voronwe watched fondly as the young prince walked away, before he turned and walked the other direction in search of the king.
-ooOoo-
"Shush little one!" Legolas said to a very upset pup, as he slipped into his room and quickly shut the door behind him. Apparently wolf pups don't like to be shoved into towel closets, Legolas thought. But the pup got over it quickly at the sight of a new place. Legolas watched as he started to run around the room sniffing everything. Legolas winced as the pup's claws scraped loudly on the hard stone floor. "Come here little one," The elfling call to the pup, who just stopped and looked at him. Legolas walked over to his bed and fell onto it, not even thinking about the mud he just got on it.
After a few minutes of day dreaming, he sat up and watched as the pup crept up to his bare feet, for he took his shoes off at the door, and quickly licked his toes.
"Ahh!" Legolas cried in surprise, as he pulled his feet away from the little pink tongue. Legolas started to laugh at the innocent look on the pups face, as if he didn't do anything.
"Ha-ha… huh… what should I call you little one, licker of many toes?" Legolas laughed with a smiled as he saw the pup tilt his head as if listening to every word the blonde elfling said. "Little one… Hmm how about young one? Yes…what about Penneth?" Legolas asked the pup. He knew that Penneth wasn't much of a name for the wolf pup, but it would have to do for now. "Yes that will work, come Penneth let us get all this mud off ourselves." the elfling finished as he beckoned the pup into the bath chamber. Within a few minutes splashing and yipping could be heard all the way into the hallway.