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Disclaimer: The characters and any references from Lord of the rings belong to J.R.R Tolkien. I am not making any money out of this and no copyright infringements are intended
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU Alternative view on Legolas' early life. What if he was not Thranduil's son but was taken in by Thranduil after his father and brother both were killed. Only Legolas knows the full story about what happened and he refuses to speak. Thranduil now has to face some difficult truths about his own brother in an attempt to help Legolas, but will it still be enough.
Author's Note: Ok before you read this, I was asked to do a story where Thranduil was evil, I didn't like that idea so Thranduil is good here. So are his wife and child. Legolas and his brother are his nephews.
For those who say that Legolas is Thranduil's son this is an AU story.
I'm not sure about this story so it all depends on the reviews. If you like the idea let me know, if you don't let me know anyway. I just have one request- be polite.please!
This is not a very nice story and there is death and possible child abuse here so I'm warning you. Aragorn and Elrond will eventually come into this. But that all depends on the reviews that this first chapter receives.
So please let me know,
Robin
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These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
Evanescence - My Immortal
Thranduil looked at his nephew. Two blue eyes locked with his and Thranduil's heart ached as he saw fear reverberating through them. But he also saw something else a warning to keep away. No one had been able to get close enough to him to look at the bruises on his face or the cut down his jaw or on his hand. He was like a little bird, every time you got close he flew away.
Thranduil pulled back one of the healer elves as though to talk to him. Within a second he saw a flash as his nephew bolted from the room up to the quarters he had been given.
Laomir, wife of Thranduil looked at her husband with sad eyes.
"It has been such a short time, he will be better over time."
Thranduil nodded.
"How does one get over what happened?"
Laomir nodded sadly then looked up to where the silent elf had gone.
"They must both stay here. With their mother dead they are alone, I know Legolas is old enough to take care of Turian but, they must stay with us."
Thranduil looked at his wife and nodded.
"Of course, they were my brother's children. They will be treated as my own."
Laomir looked again in the direction the silent elf had gone.
"It has been three days and not a word, not a word over anything, not a tear not even a whimper. I fear for him."
"I agree but we can't even keep him in a room never mind get him to talk or eat. What are we to do?"
Laomir dragged her eyes from the staircase and looked at her husband. They both turned to the door as their son Asfloth brought in Legolas' baby brother, Turian.
Laomir was about to put out her arms to Asfloth when she reconsidered it. Instead she walked up to the little elflings and put arms around them both. Asfloth returned it but Turian did not she noticed. Looking at Turian she asked
"What did you do today?"
"I played with a pony."
"Did you like that?"
Turian looked at he and his grey eyes were filled with life, such a difference to the older brother she thought sadly. Turian seemed to be handling the death of his Noralis and his father better than Legolas. It still did not matter she was concerned for both her nephews. She feared Turian was simply not accepting the double tragedy.
"Yes, Asfloth showed me Narciel. When will she have her babies?"
Laomir smiled and said
"Very soon little one."
Turian began to suck his thumb. Legolas could have told you immediately that meant he was nervous and he wanted a nap.
Laomir looked at him and said
"Dinner will be served soon, do you want to clean up?"
Turian pulled his thumb out of his mouth and looked into Laomir's eyes,
"Will Legolas come to eat?"
Laomir looked at the little elfling before her. Her heart hurt much for them both. So young and so much tragedy after happening. First their mother and now this.
"I do not know Turian, he prefers to be alone at the moment."
Turian didn't look very happy at that statement and promptly burst into tears. Laomir picked him up and carried him to the fireplace giving Thranduil a silent message to take Asfloth to the kitchen.
At the fireplace she held onto Turian who was now sobbing into her shoulder.
"Legolas is dead, Legolas is dead, Legolas is dead and it is all my fault."
Laomir gasped as she heard this and immediately started to reassure the frightened elfling.
"Bless us Turian Legolas is not dead. He is not, he is not. I saw him myself not an hour ago. Oh my poor little elfling do not worry over him being dead."
She rocked him gently as she heard a sniffle then a pitiful little voice ask
"He is, no one told me Ada or Noralis were dead for a long time after and now you are afraid to tell me about Legolas. I am all alone. I want Legolas! I want Legolas!!"
Laomir felt her stomach do a flip at that statement. From the mouth of such a young elf should never be alone without both parents. She hugged and cuddled the little elfling in her arms tighter.
"Oh Turian my poor little elfling, Shhhhhhh, Legolas is not dead. I promise you, he wants to be alone at the moment but listen little one he is not dead."
"Then why will he not see me, what did I do wrong?"
Laomir closed her eyes and wished that she had Legolas beside her. That would help this little elfling no end, she knew. But then, Legolas needed help at the moment, the problem was unlike his baby brother he had not volunteered anything about what was upsetting him.
"No little one you did nothing. Let me explain. You are really, really sad over your Ada and Noralis, yes?"
"Yes" came the little reply.
"Legolas is very sad too, but he handles it differently, he wants to be alone at the moment. He still loves you so much. He will come to you again but for a little while he needs to be by himself."
She knew it was not the best explanation she had ever provided but she hoped it would satisfy him. She also hoped she was telling the truth.
Turian turned a tear stained face up to her.
"Am I bad then that I do not want to be alone?"
Laomir hugged the elfling closer to her.
"No, everyone deals with their grief and sadness in a different way. If you want to talk or if you are sad, always remember that Thranduil and I are always here for you. When Legolas . . . is ready to talk again, he will be there for you too. Do you feel better?"
Turian looked up with grey eyes to Laomir again. Then he nodded.
"I think so."
She hugged him tighter, got out a handkerchief and wiped the big grey eyes and got him to blow his nose. She carried on rocking him and began to sing a song. She hoped with all her heart that she had just not lied to the little one and that Legolas would indeed be better soon.
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What do you think, please review
Disclaimer: The characters and any references from Lord of the rings belong to J.R.R Tolkien. I am not making any money out of this and no copyright infringements are intended
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU Alternative view on Legolas' early life. What if he was not Thranduil's son but was taken in by Thranduil after his father and brother both were killed. Only Legolas knows the full story about what happened and he refuses to speak. Thranduil now has to face some difficult truths about his own brother in an attempt to help Legolas, but will it still be enough.
Author's Note: Ok before you read this, I was asked to do a story where Thranduil was evil, I didn't like that idea so Thranduil is good here. So are his wife and child. Legolas and his brother are his nephews.
For those who say that Legolas is Thranduil's son this is an AU story.
I'm not sure about this story so it all depends on the reviews. If you like the idea let me know, if you don't let me know anyway. I just have one request- be polite.please!
This is not a very nice story and there is death and possible child abuse here so I'm warning you. Aragorn and Elrond will eventually come into this. But that all depends on the reviews that this first chapter receives.
So please let me know,
Robin
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
Evanescence - My Immortal
Thranduil looked at his nephew. Two blue eyes locked with his and Thranduil's heart ached as he saw fear reverberating through them. But he also saw something else a warning to keep away. No one had been able to get close enough to him to look at the bruises on his face or the cut down his jaw or on his hand. He was like a little bird, every time you got close he flew away.
Thranduil pulled back one of the healer elves as though to talk to him. Within a second he saw a flash as his nephew bolted from the room up to the quarters he had been given.
Laomir, wife of Thranduil looked at her husband with sad eyes.
"It has been such a short time, he will be better over time."
Thranduil nodded.
"How does one get over what happened?"
Laomir nodded sadly then looked up to where the silent elf had gone.
"They must both stay here. With their mother dead they are alone, I know Legolas is old enough to take care of Turian but, they must stay with us."
Thranduil looked at his wife and nodded.
"Of course, they were my brother's children. They will be treated as my own."
Laomir looked again in the direction the silent elf had gone.
"It has been three days and not a word, not a word over anything, not a tear not even a whimper. I fear for him."
"I agree but we can't even keep him in a room never mind get him to talk or eat. What are we to do?"
Laomir dragged her eyes from the staircase and looked at her husband. They both turned to the door as their son Asfloth brought in Legolas' baby brother, Turian.
Laomir was about to put out her arms to Asfloth when she reconsidered it. Instead she walked up to the little elflings and put arms around them both. Asfloth returned it but Turian did not she noticed. Looking at Turian she asked
"What did you do today?"
"I played with a pony."
"Did you like that?"
Turian looked at he and his grey eyes were filled with life, such a difference to the older brother she thought sadly. Turian seemed to be handling the death of his Noralis and his father better than Legolas. It still did not matter she was concerned for both her nephews. She feared Turian was simply not accepting the double tragedy.
"Yes, Asfloth showed me Narciel. When will she have her babies?"
Laomir smiled and said
"Very soon little one."
Turian began to suck his thumb. Legolas could have told you immediately that meant he was nervous and he wanted a nap.
Laomir looked at him and said
"Dinner will be served soon, do you want to clean up?"
Turian pulled his thumb out of his mouth and looked into Laomir's eyes,
"Will Legolas come to eat?"
Laomir looked at the little elfling before her. Her heart hurt much for them both. So young and so much tragedy after happening. First their mother and now this.
"I do not know Turian, he prefers to be alone at the moment."
Turian didn't look very happy at that statement and promptly burst into tears. Laomir picked him up and carried him to the fireplace giving Thranduil a silent message to take Asfloth to the kitchen.
At the fireplace she held onto Turian who was now sobbing into her shoulder.
"Legolas is dead, Legolas is dead, Legolas is dead and it is all my fault."
Laomir gasped as she heard this and immediately started to reassure the frightened elfling.
"Bless us Turian Legolas is not dead. He is not, he is not. I saw him myself not an hour ago. Oh my poor little elfling do not worry over him being dead."
She rocked him gently as she heard a sniffle then a pitiful little voice ask
"He is, no one told me Ada or Noralis were dead for a long time after and now you are afraid to tell me about Legolas. I am all alone. I want Legolas! I want Legolas!!"
Laomir felt her stomach do a flip at that statement. From the mouth of such a young elf should never be alone without both parents. She hugged and cuddled the little elfling in her arms tighter.
"Oh Turian my poor little elfling, Shhhhhhh, Legolas is not dead. I promise you, he wants to be alone at the moment but listen little one he is not dead."
"Then why will he not see me, what did I do wrong?"
Laomir closed her eyes and wished that she had Legolas beside her. That would help this little elfling no end, she knew. But then, Legolas needed help at the moment, the problem was unlike his baby brother he had not volunteered anything about what was upsetting him.
"No little one you did nothing. Let me explain. You are really, really sad over your Ada and Noralis, yes?"
"Yes" came the little reply.
"Legolas is very sad too, but he handles it differently, he wants to be alone at the moment. He still loves you so much. He will come to you again but for a little while he needs to be by himself."
She knew it was not the best explanation she had ever provided but she hoped it would satisfy him. She also hoped she was telling the truth.
Turian turned a tear stained face up to her.
"Am I bad then that I do not want to be alone?"
Laomir hugged the elfling closer to her.
"No, everyone deals with their grief and sadness in a different way. If you want to talk or if you are sad, always remember that Thranduil and I are always here for you. When Legolas . . . is ready to talk again, he will be there for you too. Do you feel better?"
Turian looked up with grey eyes to Laomir again. Then he nodded.
"I think so."
She hugged him tighter, got out a handkerchief and wiped the big grey eyes and got him to blow his nose. She carried on rocking him and began to sing a song. She hoped with all her heart that she had just not lied to the little one and that Legolas would indeed be better soon.
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What do you think, please review