A/N
This is my first serious fanfic, so please be kind. I own nothing, nor am I making a profit off of this story, so if any one wants to sue me, go ahead it'll just be a waist of your time.
I got the idea for this story from the three different versions of the Flight to the Ford chapter in Lord of the Rings as well as the fact that in the Peter Jackson film when you see the Nazgul chasing Arwen there's only eight of them. There is the book in which Glorfindel is the one who comes to the rescue, than in the Peter Jackson movie you have Arwen and in the crummy animated movie you have Legolas. This is a melding of all three in a sense and I do hope you enjoy it.
The Battle of His Life
Chapter One: Departures
"You called for me, Ada?" Legolas asked as he entered his father's study.
"Have you had any success in recapturing Gollum?" Inquired the king as he glanced up from his paperwork. Legolas sighed, he had hoped his father hadn't wanted to speak about that topic. The little monster had been placed in his care and therefore he was to blame when the creature escaped.
"I'm afraid not, Father. His tracks led us dangerously close to Dol Guldur and it would have been unwise for us to venture any further south." He looked at his father to judge his reaction to his failure. The king, however, remained impassive, merely nodding as he received the new information.
"If he has indeed traveled so far then we are left with no option. You must ravel to Rivendel and alert him as to our failure. Follow his council. You shall leave at dawn." Thranduil leveled his son with an even stare so as to stop any argument the young elf might have voiced.
"As you wish milord." Legolas bowed formally to his father before leaving to prepare what was needed for his trip.
At first light, Legolas mounted his horse. As he road though, the gates, however, he was stopped by the sound of hooves coming up the path behind him. He turned to see his father riding up to him on his stallion. "Ada? What are you doing here?" Legolas asked as his father came to a stop beside him.
"You didn't think you could just run off without bidding farewell to your old Adar, did you?" Thranduil asked, raising a wry eyebrow.
"Yes... I mean No! I mean... weren't you angry with me?" Leoglas stammered out.
"Of course I wasn't. I am not so mean as to be angry with my only son over something that was beyond his control, and even if I were, I'd still wish you well. After all, knowing you, you will probably need as much support as you can get. Why, I don't even want to think about what condition you'll be in when you reach Rivendel!" Thranduil chuckled at the mock offense on his son's face when Legolas's unfortunate habit of getting himself into dangerous situations and his knack for narrowly avoiding death after showing up in Rivendel. Legolas smiled at his father gratefully before once again turning to the road ahead of him. With a swift kick his horse blotted past the gate and into the dark forest beyond.
"May the Valar protect you ion nin." Thranduil whispered into the night as his son charged out of his realm. If only he could have known what perils awaited his only child on the long road to Rivendel.
This is my first serious fanfic, so please be kind. I own nothing, nor am I making a profit off of this story, so if any one wants to sue me, go ahead it'll just be a waist of your time.
I got the idea for this story from the three different versions of the Flight to the Ford chapter in Lord of the Rings as well as the fact that in the Peter Jackson film when you see the Nazgul chasing Arwen there's only eight of them. There is the book in which Glorfindel is the one who comes to the rescue, than in the Peter Jackson movie you have Arwen and in the crummy animated movie you have Legolas. This is a melding of all three in a sense and I do hope you enjoy it.
The Battle of His Life
Chapter One: Departures
"You called for me, Ada?" Legolas asked as he entered his father's study.
"Have you had any success in recapturing Gollum?" Inquired the king as he glanced up from his paperwork. Legolas sighed, he had hoped his father hadn't wanted to speak about that topic. The little monster had been placed in his care and therefore he was to blame when the creature escaped.
"I'm afraid not, Father. His tracks led us dangerously close to Dol Guldur and it would have been unwise for us to venture any further south." He looked at his father to judge his reaction to his failure. The king, however, remained impassive, merely nodding as he received the new information.
"If he has indeed traveled so far then we are left with no option. You must ravel to Rivendel and alert him as to our failure. Follow his council. You shall leave at dawn." Thranduil leveled his son with an even stare so as to stop any argument the young elf might have voiced.
"As you wish milord." Legolas bowed formally to his father before leaving to prepare what was needed for his trip.
At first light, Legolas mounted his horse. As he road though, the gates, however, he was stopped by the sound of hooves coming up the path behind him. He turned to see his father riding up to him on his stallion. "Ada? What are you doing here?" Legolas asked as his father came to a stop beside him.
"You didn't think you could just run off without bidding farewell to your old Adar, did you?" Thranduil asked, raising a wry eyebrow.
"Yes... I mean No! I mean... weren't you angry with me?" Leoglas stammered out.
"Of course I wasn't. I am not so mean as to be angry with my only son over something that was beyond his control, and even if I were, I'd still wish you well. After all, knowing you, you will probably need as much support as you can get. Why, I don't even want to think about what condition you'll be in when you reach Rivendel!" Thranduil chuckled at the mock offense on his son's face when Legolas's unfortunate habit of getting himself into dangerous situations and his knack for narrowly avoiding death after showing up in Rivendel. Legolas smiled at his father gratefully before once again turning to the road ahead of him. With a swift kick his horse blotted past the gate and into the dark forest beyond.
"May the Valar protect you ion nin." Thranduil whispered into the night as his son charged out of his realm. If only he could have known what perils awaited his only child on the long road to Rivendel.
