TO HEAR TREES CALL FOR ME
Disclaimer- As much as I wish I did, I do not own The Hobbit or any of the characters, they belong to J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I merely own a few names, such as the three in this chapter.
A/N- I thought of this shipping (Thrandiel) completely randomly, while making observations during DoS, such as that Thranduil addresses Tauriel much more casually than he would regard anyone else apart from family or close friends. Now anyway, I'm sure you don't want me to continue rambling on, so here's the story :D
Prologue-
Tauriel bent down by the river and looked at her reflection in the water. Her usually flawless skin was covered in a layer of dirt, and her red eyes showed her weariness due to countless night without sleep. A nearly silent stirring of the leaves behind her made her look up, and there stood Thranduil, his usually harsh ice blue eyes falling calmly onto the Queen's face.
"Tauriel. What is the matter?" He asked, his voice showing true concern for the elleth that he had grown to love.
"Thranduil, I have told you. I never expected to have children at only one thousand, and now…" Her voice trailed off as the Elvenking sat and wrapped a supporting arm around her waist.
"Don't worry, my love," he whispered in Tauriel's ear. "I wouldn't have it any other way. Legolas needs a mother. Even if you did not wish to have children this young, you can't turn back time now." Tauriel sighed, and started to reply, when the sandy-haired elf of whom took over Tauriel's role as captain of the guard when she married Thranduil, sprinted from behind a copse of trees. Upon seeing the two, he opened his mouth, yet his words hesitated to come forth. With a glance at Tauriel, Thranduil stood up to his full imposing height and addressed the head of guard.
"Yes, Tilasir?" Tilasir still hesitated.
"Oh come on, for the love of Varda. What do you want?" Tilasir bowed his head in respect, though fear shimmered slightly in his green eyes.
"My king. Please forgive me, but you need to have a look at this."
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Tauriel watched the Elvenking and Tilasir depart from the clearing by the river, and stood up herself, before retiring back to the palace. The sight that she walked into upon reaching the entrance was almost sickening. Healers carried injured members of the Greenwood guard from room to room, others rushing to collect more athelas or bandages. A slight tap came from next to her, and without looking up, she knew that Thranduil had moved to take his place beside her.
"My love, what happened? So many of the guard are injured," she whispered, her voice trembling. Thranduil looked at the Queen of Greenwood, a saddened expression on his perfect features.
"I do not know," was the simple response that the Elvenking gave, summoning to one of the healers.
"Yes, Thranduil?" Thranduil would have been shocked at the use of his name rather than being referred to as King, had the current circumstances been not so desperate.
"Eresan, what happened? I need to know everything." Eresan raised her aqua gaze to that of the King's.
"My King, The Greenwood is no longer safe. Orcs confronted the guard, and caught them unawares. Shortly after they had driven off the orcs, spiders attacked. While they were more prepared, no one got out unscathed." At this Thranduil's eyes grew troubled.
"How did you find this out?" asked the King, his cool tone giving nothing away of his fears. Eresan gave a nod towards one of the least wounded elves.
"Feretor is the least hurt of everyone in the guard. He was up the front with Tilasir and saw everything," replied the healer shakily. Thranduil shook his head slowly.
"Does anyone know where these foul creatures are coming from?"
"No, my King. No one does."
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Tauriel stood in the courtyard, listening to the soft chanting and singing of the trees, speaking gently to herself.
"What has happened to the Greenwood?" A soft sigh came from next to her, where a young elfling was sitting, his silvery blond hair giving him an almost identical appearance to his father.
"I don't know. You know that no one does." The Queen regarded Thranduil for a moment, before dropping her gaze back down to her son, who soon stood to retire back to his chambers. Tauriel looked back up at the Elvenking, her forest green eyes glistening with starlight.
"I can't stay here any longer," Tauriel whispered, her red hair softly blowing around her face. Thranduil leant forward and placed a gentle kiss apon her forehead, then turned to look at the small elfling waiting for them at the entrance to the courtyard.
"What about Legolas? You can't just leave your son without a mother, Tauriel." Tauriel, eyes shining with tears, also looked towards her son.
"He is strong and capable. He takes after you more than me. Please look after him when I'm at Imladris." And with that, the red haired queen turned and left.
A/N- Thanks for reading! R&R!
