Disclaimer: I do not own LotR nor do I make a profit from this. I don't
have any money so even if you sue me I have nothing to benefit you with so
this is only written for pleasure as a hobby. Good Day.
This is kinda sad at the end Oh! And please forgive me if I typed any of the Sindarin wrong or if I have the grammar weird, I'm not fluent in Sindarin nor am I even close to being fluent.
Words:
Nana: mom/mommy Ada: dad/daddy
Note* Ech maethor veleg ar gornen-You are a mighty and brave warrior.
"Unad nuithatha i nîr e-guren nalú aderthad vîn-Nothing will stop the weeping of my heart until our reunion.
- - - -
A thunderstorm was bellowing in the distance, frightening young elflings from their rooms to seek solace in their parents. The young prince of Mirkwood was no exception.
"Nana! Ada!" With another boom of thunder, the door to the bedroom of the King and Queen of Mirkwood was thrown open.
The Queen sat up, eyes registering the frightened form of her son. With a comforting smile, she opened her arms, inviting him into her embrace. Next to her, Thranduil grunted, not enjoying the fact that he was rudely awakened. He glared at his son.
"Legolas! You can't come running to us whenever you're scared or you'll never be a warrior!"
"Oh hush Thranduil! He is little more than a baby!"
The king grunted again but his face softened at the now sleeping form of the elfling. Even though he would never admit it, he was very happy that his son had chosen to come to him as well as his wife as a place for safety from his fears.
"He has to learn not to hide behind you every time something scares him."
Another boom of thunder woke the elfling again and he tried to huddle even closer to his mother.
"Nana, make it go away."
"I'm sorry greenleaf, but I have no power over that."
The elfling turned beseeching eyes towards his father.
"Ada, then YOU make it go away."
Thranduil allowed a small chuckle to escape him.
"I can't do that either greenleaf."
The elfling pouted. "Why is the thunder so loud?"
The Queen smiled. "The lightening is talking to it."
The elfling frowned. "I don't hear it speaking."
"That's why the thunder is so loud, it can't hear the lightening."
A wave of understanding washed over the little elf.
"So it's not a monster that will come eat me?"
"Of course not! Who gave you such an idea?"
"Well... Elladen and Elrohir said that the thunder was the sound of a Balrog's stomach growling because he's hungry and he'll eat me up!"
Thranduil growled."I thought I told you to stay away from them! Those two are nothing but trouble."
Legolas was meek. "But they are so much fun and its boring when You and Nana go to those council meetings."
The King sighed, "I guess I cant really argue with that."
The sound of the storm was fading into light pitter patters of rain and the prince yawned.
"Ada, can I still be a warrior?"
"Ech maethor veleg ar gornen Legolas"
The prince yawned again and drifted away to sleep's welcoming call.
The Queen stayed awake, still stroking her son's hair. Her expression was sad.
"Thranduil. I feel the sea's call. It will be time for me to head out to Valinor soon.
The King only smiled sadly and gazed at his son, soon his greenleaf would be the only thing he had left of his wife.
"Unad nuithatha i nîr e-guren nalú aderthad vîn"
Meth(?)
This is kinda sad at the end Oh! And please forgive me if I typed any of the Sindarin wrong or if I have the grammar weird, I'm not fluent in Sindarin nor am I even close to being fluent.
Words:
Nana: mom/mommy Ada: dad/daddy
Note* Ech maethor veleg ar gornen-You are a mighty and brave warrior.
"Unad nuithatha i nîr e-guren nalú aderthad vîn-Nothing will stop the weeping of my heart until our reunion.
- - - -
A thunderstorm was bellowing in the distance, frightening young elflings from their rooms to seek solace in their parents. The young prince of Mirkwood was no exception.
"Nana! Ada!" With another boom of thunder, the door to the bedroom of the King and Queen of Mirkwood was thrown open.
The Queen sat up, eyes registering the frightened form of her son. With a comforting smile, she opened her arms, inviting him into her embrace. Next to her, Thranduil grunted, not enjoying the fact that he was rudely awakened. He glared at his son.
"Legolas! You can't come running to us whenever you're scared or you'll never be a warrior!"
"Oh hush Thranduil! He is little more than a baby!"
The king grunted again but his face softened at the now sleeping form of the elfling. Even though he would never admit it, he was very happy that his son had chosen to come to him as well as his wife as a place for safety from his fears.
"He has to learn not to hide behind you every time something scares him."
Another boom of thunder woke the elfling again and he tried to huddle even closer to his mother.
"Nana, make it go away."
"I'm sorry greenleaf, but I have no power over that."
The elfling turned beseeching eyes towards his father.
"Ada, then YOU make it go away."
Thranduil allowed a small chuckle to escape him.
"I can't do that either greenleaf."
The elfling pouted. "Why is the thunder so loud?"
The Queen smiled. "The lightening is talking to it."
The elfling frowned. "I don't hear it speaking."
"That's why the thunder is so loud, it can't hear the lightening."
A wave of understanding washed over the little elf.
"So it's not a monster that will come eat me?"
"Of course not! Who gave you such an idea?"
"Well... Elladen and Elrohir said that the thunder was the sound of a Balrog's stomach growling because he's hungry and he'll eat me up!"
Thranduil growled."I thought I told you to stay away from them! Those two are nothing but trouble."
Legolas was meek. "But they are so much fun and its boring when You and Nana go to those council meetings."
The King sighed, "I guess I cant really argue with that."
The sound of the storm was fading into light pitter patters of rain and the prince yawned.
"Ada, can I still be a warrior?"
"Ech maethor veleg ar gornen Legolas"
The prince yawned again and drifted away to sleep's welcoming call.
The Queen stayed awake, still stroking her son's hair. Her expression was sad.
"Thranduil. I feel the sea's call. It will be time for me to head out to Valinor soon.
The King only smiled sadly and gazed at his son, soon his greenleaf would be the only thing he had left of his wife.
"Unad nuithatha i nîr e-guren nalú aderthad vîn"
Meth(?)