Raining Tears and Blood
Disclaimer: I'm sorry, my name isn't Tolkien.
Summary: Legolas Greenleaf is forever blamed for the death of him Mother, by his family, the servants, the Elves in Rivendale even! Then his oldest sibling returns from a journey and does not know about all of that haggle.
Aliethe had finally arrived home, Mirkwood, and was now pacing about the courtyards. Long raven black hair extended to the hips of this fair Elf. It had been almost seven years since Aliethe had even been home.
"Aliethe! Do my eyes betray me? Aliethe!" Amerial yelled as she ran out to meet her sister.
"Nay, fine one. I have returned after seven years of war." Aliethe smiled at her sister. Of all the 11 children of Thranduil, Amerial was Aliethe's favorite.
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Neither of the children knew that from the shadows of the palace one pair of eyes surveyed them. Golden blond hair and blue eyes did this child bear. This was Legolas Greenleaf, 12 child of Thranduil, and the true problem of the world.
The child saw a stranger and his sister embrace, and he heard Amerial call the stranger 'sister'. He worried, if this was another sibling, would she too, beat and despise him, forbidding him food and drink? Even the thought marred the six year old child's heart.
Legolas was a victim of child abuse, but since he knew nothing more, he could not wallow in his sorrow of it. He thought this was what happened to all of Thranduil's children, and someday he would become just like them. He was wrong, and that was a fact, Thranduil could care less about him.
"Come sister, we must get you suited for dinner. I shall call Legolas to help you." Amerial smiled and it was rather evident Aliethe did not think his anymore than a worthless servant.
"Legolas! Come now!" Legolas stepped out of the shadows, and Amerial gave him a look saying 'I know you were eavesdropping, and you shall pay.'
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Aliethe was rather startled at the size of the child whom came in response to his sister's call. He was deadly thin, only skin and bones. His eyes and hair showed resemblance to Thranduil.
"You will accompany this lady, less I brake your sconce." Amerial shook her fist at the child's tiny head. He froze and tensely looked at the fist.
Amerial left soon enough, and Aliethe could plainly read the look of relief in the child's eyes. "Come here little one." She spoke to him rather harshly, expecting him to think it normal, but to her surprise he began to cry.
"Whatever is wrong?"
"Please, don't hurt me." The child's voice had more than just pleading in it.
"I would never hurt you, no one ever does, do they?"
"Yes, always. They like to hit me, but hurts more when I'm related to the person who inflicts pain." Legolas looked up at her wordlessly.
"How old are you, and who are you?"
"My name is Legolas Greenleaf, and I'm six." Legolas said proudly.
"I do not think I need you to help me right now, little brother. Run along and play." Aliethe would had left, but she noticed the look of bewilderment on the child and then shooed him from her.