The Full Story of Legolas Thranduilion

by beethovenwithcello

Legolas Greenleaf's life from beginning to end. Extreme Tolkien followers might not like this. Legolas struggles through a hard childhood, and recovers in Rivendell. Legolas has to choose to trust his father. Later in life, there are many conflicts of what to do and some problems follow him to the end.

1. Prologue

Prologue
2041th Year of the Second Age:
42nd day of Ethuil (Spring)
Thranduil's Palace, Mirkwood Forest
(Birth)
Morning

A cry was heard from the Healing Houses. Thranduil rushed to the chamber and saw his beautiful wife heaving and moaning.

"Melamin (My love), I think it is time," she whispered.

"Ai! (Ah!) Then, I shall bring Orodreth as fast as I can." He planted a kiss on her forehead and bolted out the door.

"Orodreth! The baby is here! It is time! It is time!" Thranduil yelled.

"Already, Ai! Then, I shall make haste!" Orodreth hurriedly replied.

"Aranel! Enelya! The babe has arrived early!"The healer snapped. The two elf maiden's eyes widened in worry and confusion. The healers and

King Thranduil rushed into Náriël's chamber and assisted the elf in pain.

"Breath, my lady, breath," Aranel encouraged.

Orodreth bowed to Thranduil.

"My lord, the babe will be premature. It will be difficult."

The King rubbed his temples and held his wife's hand.

"Lirimaer (Lovely One), be patient. It will be over soon." She nodded, and convulsed in pain. Náriël gasped, and Orodreth came and boiled some

herbs. He poured the water into the cup and gently tipped it into her mouth. She sighed in relief as the painkiller coursed through her veins. It all

passed quickly.

"Heruamin (My Lord), Arwenamin (My Lady), Eru has gifted a boy! " Orodreth sang.

The couple smiled and held their arms out for the baby. Enelya handed the tiny babe tightly wrapped in blankets. Náriël grasped it, and slowly

lifted the flap of fabric covering the babe's face. Sunlight from the large window next to the bed spilled over the face of the infant. Fine features were

sculpted on the porcelain skin. Tousled blonde hair adorned his head. Opening his cerulean blue eyes, he examined the tree branch that went through

the window.

"Thranduil, look at him, he has your eyes and hair!" she gushed in delight.

"Yes, but his face is yours,"Thranduil whispered.

The babe cried out and reached toward the branch overhanging the bed. A green leaf fell, landing on his face. Tiny hands grasped it, turning it,

eyes scrutinizing the leaf. Finally, the leaf was cuddled between his cheek and fingers.

"He loves nature, a good connection," the king observed.

"I shall name him Legolas, Greenleaf. He shall be my little leaf, and put joy in my soul." Náriël said.

"Aye, then, he shall be mine also."

The couple kissed.

Thanx for reading my first story! i am so excited!