hello ya'll! i hope ya'll are having a fantastic day! This is my birthday present to all you wonderful people out there reading! (because like hobbits give birthday gifts on their birthdays. I thought it wound be cool to do the same lol) i also want to wish my twin (Aranel) a happy birthday because, well we are twins lol :) this story is inspired by the song "I Hope You Dance" by Lee Ann Womack. it is a beautiful song and maybe ya'll might want to listen to it while you are reading :) In this fanfict i gave Thranduil's wife a name. i call her Ladis because it means 'leaf bride' and i thought it was kinda cool and she is kinda is like Thanduil's leaf bride. anyway i really love to think and talk about what she my have been like. so if ya'll what to PM me i love to talk. please review and let me know what you think! there is a tissue warning! this one does get a lil sad! but enough of my ramblings. on with the story! hope you enjoy! :)
Elvish:
Melin tirië hendutya sílalë yá lalat = I love to see your eyes shine when you laugh
Guren níniatha n'i lû n'i a-govenitham = My heart shall weep until I see you again
meleth-nín = my love
le melin = I love you
One Last Dance
As the sky darkened with the promise of a rainy dusk, so too did the tall stone halls of the Mirkwood palace darken. Thranduil sat lonesome on his throne. Everyone had left the hall, and all was quiet as the soft sound of the falling rain reached his pointed ears. He sat in thought, thinking of the long gone past, of joyful times and the sad. As his mind wondered though the paths of the past, he found himself in his chambers, many years ago…
It was like a dream, he could almost feel the light as it streamed through the windows. It was a beautiful day in spring, as Thranduil walked in to see his beautiful wife, walking back and forth, gently rocking their newborn son. As he walked closer, he could hear her humming,
I hope you dance...
The words he knew well, as he walked towards his lovely wife. She stopped to look at him as he stood beside her, humming the same tone to their son. After a minute of watching his son sleep, he looked up to her shining face.
She was always beautiful to him with her long raven colored hair that seemed to glow with sunlight and forest green eyes that twinkled with joy. Looking into her face, he saw mirth there. He gave her a questioning look as he followed her to the crib by the bed.
When she had set the child down to rest, she turned to him with a laugh. Thranduil watched as she started to dance around him, he knew why she was so happy. They had finally had an heir. She had wanted a child and now she had one, she was overjoyed.
As she gracefully danced across the floor, she grabbed his hand. Her joy was infectious as they danced happily around the floor. Their steps fell into a familiar dance, as they whirled around. They were grinning as their dance ended and Thranduil kissed her softly.
"You were never much of a dancer." she told him with a laugh.
"Not until I met you." He replied with a smile."Melin tirië hendutya sílalë yá lalat" he told her. She only laughed softy in response as she tip toed back over to the crib…
A smile spread across his fair face as memories of happy times came to his mind. But slowly the smile fell into a sad one as his mind wondered to sadder times. Too the last time they danced...
"I wish you won't go, meleth-nín." He had told his wife the morning she was due to leave on a journey.
"Oh come now, Thranduil. I have made this trip many times, nothing will happen to me, love." She responded lovingly, as she wrapped her arms around his neck in an embrace. He felt her soft hair brush against his face, as he returned the embrace.
"My heart is still troubled at your leaving." He told her sadly. She looked into his pale eyes as she pulled away from the embrace and saw the worry that was there.
"Come, meleth-nín, You're worry, worries me." She said as she grabbed his hand. Thranduil let himself be pulled into the slow waltz. Seeing her heart torn between him and this journey he said,
"Oh, never mind, Ladis. Go, you have been wanting to do this for a while know. I worry too much." He said putting on a smile that felt fake compared to the ache in his heart.
"Are you sure you can't come?" She asked again.
"Nay, I'm sorry, Ladis, there are things I must attend too." He replied sadly. They fell into silence, as their feet stepped lightly across the stone floor. She laid her head of his shoulder, listening to the strong heart that beat there.
Thranduil let his wife lean on him, as there slow dance continued. Slower and slower the dance came until it completely stopped and the pair just stood the halls of their home holding each other in the soft light of the rising sun…
A lone tear fell down his face, as the wounds in his heart he had thought had healed a long time ago, were ripped open again the last time he had seen his wife happy and whole. That was there last dance... The last dance before... At the thought painful memories came rushing back...
He had ripped through the enemies of the stronghold, cutting and slashing as he went. He had heard the screams, nothing could stop him from reaching his wife. Everything was a blur as he fought, and he ignored the pain of every wound he received as a price to reach his wife.
"Thranduil!" He heard the pain filled, desperate cry as he cut down the orcs. When he had finally reached the room his wife was being held in, he cut down every vile creature that dared to come close.
Time stood still as one orc, the one orc he was too far away from to stop, plunged an orcish blade into his wife's heart. It was as if the orc had stabbed him, his heart bled with pain as he saw his wife, his life, his love fall into a puddle of her own blood.
With an anguished cry he ripped through the last remaining orcs. Grabbing his wife's killer by its gross orcish throat, he stared into its monstrous eyes as he squeezed the life from its hideous body. Thranduil felt a small twinge of pleasure as he saw fear creep into its orcish face.
With a quick flick of his wrist, he quickly finished the vile animal. As soon as the orc hit the blood stained floor, Thranduil rushed to his wife's side. Seeing that she shivered, he slid his arms under her shoulders and with gentleness that rivaled his treatment of the orc, pulled her into his lap to offer as much warmth and comfort as he could.
"You came for m-" she stopped short as a new wave of pain hit her. Thranduil felt his heart break again as she gasped for breath. He fought back the tears at his wife's words,
"Aya, meleth-nín, you know I will always come," he said as a lump rose in his throat. He grasped her hand as she tensed up in pain,
"Thranduil, pr-promise m- me." She choked out.
"Shh shh save your strength. Everything will be okay." He told her with a smile that felt fake.
"Promise me y-you will t-take care of our-our son." Ladis said shakily, after moment Thranduil mutely nodded his head as tears fell down his face.
"Do not go where i cannot follow..." He begged, his voice thick with sorrow.
"I-I will always be w-with you, m-meleth-nín," she told him with a weak smile. Slowly reaching up she caressed his cheek. Gently grabbing her hand Thranduil kissed it softly.
"Le melin..." She told him one last time, before her hand went limp, and Thranduil knew she was gone
"Guren níniatha n'i lû n'i a-govenitham…" His voice faded away as he hung his head. She was gone, Ladis was gone, his Ladis was gone. With a small cry of utter pain and sorrow, Thranduil let the tears come as he felt his heart break in such a way he knew it would never be healed, no never be healed again...
Thranduil felt a solitary tear fall down his face. The king felt guilt rise as a lump in his throat, if only he had gone with his wife... Why couldn't his work have waited? If he had gone with her maybe she would still be here and alive. He had been right. This scar that lingered on his heart had not left sense that horrible day, the day he had lost his love...
Although through all this pain he hadn't been all the way right. There was one thing, one person that helped...
A small smile graced Thranduil's lips as he heard the familiar footsteps. Legolas... Thranduil's smile grew when he saw his son.
"Mae G'ovannen, Adar." Legolas said, after a little bow he made his way up the steps to Thranduil's throne.
"Mae G'ovannen, ion-nin." The king replied, arms wide to embrace his son. Legolas tiredly fell into his father's comforting embrace.
"You're returning home safe gladdens my heart." As Thranduil said this Legolas could tell his father had been upset.
"Come, Adar, will you eat a late dinner with me?" The prince asked in an attempt to cheer up his father.
"Aye, Legolas, I would love to join you, but only after you change out of these wet clothes." Thranduil said with a loving smile. Legolas laughed as he and his father slowly walked out of the lonely throne room. Leaving the empty room and the mournful memories behind, Thranduil felt the guilt that weighed so heavily on his shoulders lift as he and his son walked down the halls of stone.
End
Authors note:
Aww well at least Thranduil has Legolas right? we are thinking about doing a second part to this. so ya'll tell me in the reviews if you want second part. Aranel's story is coming along its just we are super busy. and as always reviews are very welcomed! have a great day! Lim out
