A/N: This is my first story published on this site so please don't hate. My dad died a few days ago so I'm using this story as a means of releasing how I'm feeling. Also, I'm new to the LOTR fandom (still reading FotR and haven't gotten to the other books quite yet).
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Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings belongs to the wonderful JRR Tolkien.
In this story, Legolas is a teenager.
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Twang!
An arrow hit the target in the exact center; Legolas quickly drew another arrow from the quiver on his back and drew back the bow string. Just as the Mirkwood prince fired the arrow, a voice reached his sensitive ears, "Legolas." It was Thranduil, king of Mirkwood and Legolas's father. "Yes, ada?" Legolas asked, noticing the sad look in his father's eyes. "What is it, ada?" Legolas asked. "Legolas, ion-nin, come." Thranduil told his son, Legolas walked with his father. Thranduil told Legolas that his mother had been killed by Orcs. "What?!" Legolas exclaimed, feeling as if an Orc blade had pierced his heart. "Ion-nin, I am sorry, I know that you and her were close." Thranduil tried to comfort his son. Legolas could feel tears beginning to flow from his eyes and felt his father's arms around his shoulders. Legolas buried his face in Thranduil's shoulder, beginning to cry.
Legolas stared at his mother's body, tears flowing from his sapphire eyes. 'Nana,' Legolas began, voice trembling slightly, "Gi melen." The young prince whispered softly.
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So, I know that was short, but it's my first story and I just needed to get some feelings out. I based this on my own recent experience of losing a parent.