Hello Everyone! Spec here, and this is my first story with a GOOD plotline that i intend on finishing! my schedule is very busy but i plan on updating as often as i can, please review and tell me what you think!
Note: things in italics are said in elvish, bold terms are either flashbacks, memories, dreams or author's notes.
"My King, it's a boy!" A Mirkwood guard ran out of King Thranduil's chambers. Thranduil flew past the guard and into his room where he could see his wife laying on the bed, cradling a small figure in her arms. He rushed over to have a look at his brand new son.
"what shall we name him?" Calemirel asked.
"Legolas" Thranduil responded with a joyful tear skimming down his face.
~~Later~~
"My lord!" A guard ran into the throne room as Thranduil was holding seventeen year old Legolas in his arms. (imagine him looking like a one-year-old human)
Thranduil saw the look of distress on the guard's face and his smile faded, he carefully handed little Legolas back to Celemirel "what is it, Aithon? " he asked the guard
"My lord," Aithon said again and bowed "Orcs are attacking one of the sylvan towns near the northern edge of our borders." he replied
Thranduil turned to his wife "I will return, my green jewel" He said and followed the guard out of the throne room. he turned to the guard and said "gather your squad and meet me by the front gate".
"Yes my Lord" Aithon replied and bowed then rushed to gather his squad.
Thranduil changed out of his royal robes and put on his battle armor. By now his Celemirel was in the room. She placed Legolas in his little bed and walked over to her husband. "it will be okay." she said, running a hand down his cheek. thranduil turned to face her and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Stay safe. Amin mella le" he said, and rushed out the door to the stables.
"Amin mella le" Celemirel whispered back as Thranduil exited the room.
Aithon stood waiting by the stables on his horse, and holding the reins of Thranduil's mount, a beautiful white elk. "onward!" Thranduil called and they raced off to the village.
~~Village POV~~
"stay here, stay hidden, Tauriel" a sweet elf hushed her child as she hid her in the cupboards of their small house. she then closed the doors and rushed to the wall, where a sword was mounted on the wall. Tauriel could hear screams from outside, then it happened. the door was broken down by a large beast she had never seen before, the beast's skin was black as night and it's eyes flashed with nothing but fury and rage. It had a sword in it's hand and turned to block an attack from Tauriel's mother as she came rushing up behind it. her mother was a skilled fighter, and the battle raged on for a while, but finally Tauriel's father rushed in and speared the ork from behind, he then embraced his wife and asked "where is Tauriel?" his wife motioned to the cupboards and her father rushed over to her. "Tauriel, my little girl" he smiled as a tear streaked down his face.
"Whats wrong daddy?" Tauriel asked, her eyes were filled with fear as her father lifted her up onto their only horse
"Tauriel, you must leave here now. Amin mella le " Her father said sadly
"No! I won't leave you!" she cried and tried to cling on to him, but he pulled away and gave her a kiss on her forehead. her mother handed her a small package with food and a warm blanket "Be safe my child" she tried to give her a smile but couldn't her father spoke to the horse and it started running. Tauriel clinged tightly to her horse's neck and looked back, only to see the horrifying sight of her mother being cut down by another beast, this one, larger than the first with metal emerging from it's cried as she heard her father scream, then was silent. "Amin mella le" Tauriel cried
Thranduil and his soldiers rode into the scene and cut down many orcs, seeing a white horse run away from the town, he turned towards it and caught the reins, leading it back to his group.
"Bolg!" another orc called "the king and his army have arrived."
Bolg pulled his mase from the elf he cad just killed and looked up in fury as little strands of red were riding away on a horse. "call back the army, we make for Dol Guldur" he replied.
Thranduil rode back and watched as the orcs fled from the town, few more were shot down as the archers show them down. after they were all gone Thranduil turned his attention to the small figure on the horse. a pale little face poked out from behind a small bundle, Thranduil smiled and pulled the elfling to his stag, where he put a comforting hand on her shoulder, and they rode back to the palace.
~~back at the palace~~
Thranduil, still carrying the small elfling went to his quarters to find his wife. he walked in and she rushed over to hug him "what is this?" she asked, looking at the little elfling Thranduil held in his arms. she had scarlet red-orange hair, a beautiful little pale face, and hazel green eyes.
"I found her on a horse away from the battle." Thranduil replied "Her parents must have put her on it and sent her away for protection, but few survived the attack. we have brought back the survivors, but i do not think her family was as lucky." Thranduil stated and handed Tauriel to Celemirel.
~Flashback~
Thranduil walked among the burnt houses and dead elves, searching for survivors. He saw a group of dead elves here, and there. he went into one house and saw an elleth with scarlet red hair, holding the hand of a red-haired ellon, both were dead.
~End Flashback~
