Until Hope Awakes Me
Chapter 1
Grief Makes You Do Stupid Things
"My lord Thranduil… she has passed," the healer whispered. Thranduil stared at him in disbelief for a moment before pushing past into the room behind where he stood. He went to the bed and fell to his knees, his hands went to hers and he took it raising it to his lips as his tears started to fall.
"Oh my dear one… may Elbereth bless your passing to the halls of Mandos…" Thranduil said quietly to his wife.
Three days ago his dear wife and son had been attacked by a group of orcs. In an act of selflessness his wife had thrown herself over their son to protect him. The warriors that had come to their aid had not come soon enough. By the time the warriors had defeated the group of orcs, his wife was near death, they had rushed her back to the healers and for three days they had been doing their best to awake her from the deep state of rest she had slipped into. But it was in vain, her sacrifice, which had saved their son's life as he had only gotten a few minor scratches, had cost her life.
There were some soft hesitating footsteps at the door and Thranduil knew it to be their… no his son now.
"Naneth? Adar?" Legolas asked softly coming forward slowly. Thranduil bowed his head as Legolas came to stand by his side and he gently shook his mother's shoulder. "Naneth, wake up. Adar? Why isn't naneth waking up?"
Thranduil wiped his tears away and stood. He looked down at Legolas's big blue eyes, the only thing he had gotten from his mother. Shaking his head he turned away and left the room, leaving Legolas to ask his nurse his questions.
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Thranduil went to his private study and sank into the chair behind the desk. He had failed… he had sworn to protect her and failed… he had sworn to himself to protect Legolas from all the evils that haunted this world now… he had failed…
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A Few Years Later…
Legolas could only listen to the words his adar was saying. In the years since his naneth's death he had come to understand that his adar… well he couldn't really call Thranduil his adar anymore, he was just the elven-lord that reprimanded him each time he did something. If it was something bad, that he could understand but what hurt the most was when he thought he was doing good… his elven-lord only wanted better. He had come to the conclusion that he would forever be blamed and never forgiven. His attention went back to Thranduil and his previous thoughts were confirmed with his next words.
"I thought you were something special but it seems that I was wrong. Your existence here is a mistake. If you had not been born my wife would still be alive," Thranduil stated coldly. Legolas could only blink in shock at those words for a few moments and then he had to do it faster so his tears would not fall. He was still a baby by elven standards but even he knew when he was not wanted. He'd tried to prepare himself for this… but no amount of preparation could have saved him from the stabbing pain in his heart and soul.
"If that is the will of my elven-lord then so it shall be," he said quietly and then bowed. Standing straight once more he turned without a second glance and left the room. The door barely made a sound as it closed.
-Seylin-
Elvish Translation
Naneth - Mother
Adar - Father
Info about Legolas's family relations: http/ www. councilofelrond. com/ modules. php? op modload&name Sections&file I ndex&req viewarticle&artid 53 (please remove the spaces for it to work.)
I wanted to get right into the story so here's all the normal stuff: I do not own and never will. Reviews about what you think would be nice. This will NOT be a Slash fan fiction, just friendship between Legolas and Aragorn when the time comes. So far I have up to at least 6 chapters planned but I'm hoping as things go more will be added to that. Legolas is around 800 years old at this point.