Hi, my name is TobiasHawk13, I'm a new here, so please don't give me flames. Please. This is not a Mary-Sue.

Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR or it's characters (much as I'd like too), LOL, Tolkien owns them sighs. I only own Thelion (Thel) and Laeriel (Laril). Heh, now you can't sue me .

Oh, and by the way the ages I write are the ages humans see elves like. It will be too write "in the eyes of man was" or "is 432 but looks like 3". OK? Deal.

Chapter 1

Before

3 year-old Legolas Greenleaf looked up at his pregnant mother.

"Mommy, why are you so fat?" he asked. His 10-year-old brother Thelion snickered. Legolas and their Mother ignored him.

"Honey, it's because I've got a baby inside me. Soon you'll have a baby brother or sister!" Mother replied. Legolas's mouth opened in astonishment. "A b-b-baby!" he stuttered. A million feelings coursed through him. One was astonishment.

How could Mommy have a baby inside her? He thought. Another feeling was hurt. Mother didn't tell him as soon as she found out! She must have never wanted him to find out! She must have hated him! His lower lip quivered.

"You d-d-don't want me anymore! You don't like me, so you're going have a baby to replace me! You hate me!" He sobbed.

He turned and was about to run out, when Mother caught him. "Of course I like you!", she said as he hugged him. "You, Thelion, and your Father are the most important people in the world to me! I just want to have another child to love. Just imagine, you could play games with him or her, team up with him or her to play your pranks on Thelion!

"Hey!" protested Thelion " I don't want to have pranks played on me!" Legolas smiled slyly at him. "We'll see, we'll see" he said mysteriously. He turned back at his Mother.

" That means you don't hate me?" he asked mildly.

"Of course not, now go along and hide so that Thelion won't find you" she slightly pushed him.

Legolas ran to the door, pausing only to grin at Thelion.

"And you, start counting" she said at her 10-year-old son. She smiled, as her older son started counting loudly.

They're so cute! She thought, watching as the Crown Prince shouted "Ready or not, here I come!" and ran out the door, his raven colored hair streaming behind, looking as it has a life of it's own. She settled down more comfortably, and reached for her favorite book, History of the Great War. Ah, peace and quiet. The Queen sighed contentedly. It was nice too have energetic children that make you laugh, but it was nicer to have a moment to herself. She patted her stomach.

I hope it's a little girl, she thought. She settled down to read a book.

Half an hour later Legolas sprinted in, faster than the speed of light. He jumped on his Mother's knees, making her drop her book. "Legolas, why-" she began. A fraction of a second later, Thelion ran in, looking hot, wet, soapy, fuming, and a lot like he just went to swim in hot soapy water in his cloth.

"Why, you little-!" he began. Legolas looked like he was about to explode out of either fear or anger. Mother didn't blame him, Thelion looked like a vicious bedraggled rat.

"Mommy, protect me from the wrath of Thellie!" he half whimpered, half giggled . Now Thelion looked more peeved off.

"Don't call me that!" he snapped. Mother tried to keep from bursting into fits of laughter.

"What happened?" she asked, quite seriously, even though mentally she was laughing so hard that her head hurt.

"Well," began Thelion, "I was innocently trying to find Leggie, and found a snickering coat cupboard which was really, really high. I opened the door, when a bucket of hot soapy water fell on me! And then, that little twerp leap-frogged over me, and ran! So of course, I had to chase him. The End " . Thelion bowed as if he just made an award winning speech.

"Oh, Legolas! You shouldn't have done that! Your punishment will be… hmm… you have to go to nap early! Yes, that's it."

"But Mommy… it was just a joke" Legolas whined. He hated naps. Why waste time napping when there were all sorts of fun things he could do? But Mother was stern. "You know what you did is wrong. Now, Please proceed to your room" Legolas gave her his most effective puppy-eyes. "Pretty please?" he asked sweetly. Mother's heart melted to him. He looked so adorable! Thelion sensed danger. "The bucket also hit me on the head" he whined "And it hurt". Mother's heart went to him also. They both were the most adorable children. One had blonde hair, one had black hair. One is blue-eyed, the other one was green eyed. "Legolas, go take your nap" she said firmly. Legolas, defeated, stamped out of the door. Thelion grinned in victory. Legolas made a face at him and stuck his tongue out. Thelion stuck his tongue out right back (still grinning) and followed him right out the door. Probably to rub his victory in Legolas's face. Finally the Queen could laugh all she wants. But first she has to tell her husband, Thranduil.

It was 2 months later and Thranduil and his two sons were sitting in the main sitting room.

"Daddy, where's Mommy?" Legolas whined. He was convinced Mommy was getting hurt.

"Legolas, you know perfectly well where she is." Thranduil answered his youngest son. He was very annoyed, because Legolas asked this question about 20 times.

" Let's play something." Thelion said happily. He already forgave Legolas about that prank. Mostly because he forgot it among the hurricane of other pranks Legolas played on him.

"OK" said Legolas contentedly. He loved playing games with his older brother. " What do you want to play?" Thelion asked.

"How about… tag? Inside this room."

"OK, You're it" Thelion got ready to run but Thranduil said "No. Play something else. You two usually end up breaking something valuable when you play tag, and the last thing we need is your Mother upset. She is having a baby." He looked at the disappointed faces of his sons. " Why don't you play battle?" he suggested. Next to tag, battle was their favorite game. They pretended to be two knights, Thelion evil (he wanted to be good, but if he suggested it, Legolas had a tantrum) and Legolas good.

"OK"

"OK"

They agreed. By some mysterious power, they got two long sticks and started fighting. Thranduil watched as they swung their "swords" and tried to hit each other. He knew Thelion was giving in a little, since he already knew how to fight very well, even though Legolas fought surprisingly well. Thranduil watched as they stopped fighting with "swords", and started arguing about whether or not Legolas fought better then Thelion. He smiled to himself, soon he'll have another child as sunny as both of them. Just then someone knocked on the door.

"Come in" Thranduil called out, trying to make himself be heard over the racket his sons were making. A very scared looking young elf –approximately aged 11- walked in. He bowed low to the ground, then straightened out and started talking quickly and loudly, trying to be heard over the never-ceasing racket the princes were making.

" Please, Your Highness, sir, I got sent over here to tell you good news and bad news, sir. Her Highness, the Queen, had a baby girl, sir, but the Queen died in the Princess' birth, sir. That would be all, sir." Thranduil's face, which at first illuminated joy, changed abruptly to sorrow and pain. The princes' racket also died as they stood in shocked silence. Thranduil was the first to recover. "Bring the baby to me, Berthilion, please." Berthilion bowed his head in reply and sped away. There was a minute of pained silence until Thelion spoke.

"Are you going to kill her, Father? Because of her Mother died, Father." Thranduil was shocked. How could his own son say something like that? " Of course not! It's not her fault! How could you even think something like that! " He asked. Thelion didn't reply. There was silence in the room until Legolas piped up.

"Ada? How could Mommy die?" he asked. Thranduil felt grief. Legolas never called him Ada before. It was always Daddy or, rarely, Father. He didn't reply.

5 minutes later Berthilion -holding the baby- carefully walked in, to find Legolas in silent tears and the other members of the royal family silently grieving.

"Here's the baby, Your Highness" he said. Thranduil reached out slowly and took the baby.

"Thank you, Berthilion." He said. Berthilion bowed and went out the door quickly. Thranduil looked down on the baby. She had beautiful golden-brown hair and thoughtful brown eyes. Despite of his tears Legolas ran to look at the baby.

"What are you going to name her, Ada?" he asked quietly. Thranduil could see the baby meant a lot to him.

"You name her" he sail. Legolas humorlessly smiled. He knew what to name her.

"Laeriel" he whispered.

"Laeriel? Are you sure?"

"Yes, Ada"

Aw, isn't Legolas cute ? Review, review and review! Sorry if this chapter is short, and I'll write this story whether you want me too or not! That covers everything. Now I'll just hope you'll review! Bye!