A life worth living...
By Rinwethiel13
Disclaimer: I do not own a single thing! Except the plot, and the character Isil, and Helliun, and every other character I make up. So in that case, I own a lot! Just not the original characters! Crap...I'll have to work on that....
Authors Note: Hey! This is a new story I thought up one night, and I hope you all like it. This chapter is kinda boring, but the next ones will be better! Your input is greatly appreciated! Please Read and Review!!
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Legolas Greenleaf was like any other young elf in Mirkwood. (Even though he was the King's son.) He loved the outdoors, joined the older elves in their hunts, explored the forest with his friends, and even had a father who loved him.....most of the time.
It all started when Legolas's mother was killed by orcs, during one of their many invasions. She was taking a walk around the kingdom, wishing to get some fresh air. Orcs had seen her wandering around, and attacked her. She did not go down with out a fight though. She never went anywhere with out her sword, and she fought to the very end. But that attack had alerted Mirkwood of the enemy's presents, and they were able to defend themselves against the "surprise attack."
King Thranduil had taken his wife's death deeply, and almost lost his life because it had broken his heart. After that, he had started drinking; as if he thought drinking would make all his problems go away. Don't get me wrong, Thranduil was an excellent king, and father to young Legolas. He had taught him everything he knew, from writing and riding, to shooting his very first arrow. He was a loving caring father, except when he drank. Every time there was a problem; orcs on the western border, prisoners escaping, his own men getting killed, or even remembering that his dear wife had been murdered, and there was nothing he could do to bring her back, he would pour himself glass after glass of fine wine and other sorts, until he was so out of it, he became violent, and put his only son in grave danger.
*FLASHBACK*
Legolas was sitting on his bed, making some arrows so he could go hunting with his friend Sirius later that afternoon. The prince had the appearance of, let's say, a teenage human, about 13 or 14 years old. As he sat there, cutting a notch in the end of the arrow, he hummed a song his mother had sang to him when he was little. Suddenly Legolas heard a loud, thundering voice calling his name.
"Legolas! LEGOLAS!" Thranduil bellowed, as he pounded on his sons door, "let me in at once!"
"It's open ada!" Legolas yelled back.
`Arrrgh' he groaned, 'not again, not today, please let it just be a yelling, just not....' but his thoughts were interrupted, as his father opened the door and marched in.
"Legolas! I told you to go clean the stables! Why aren't you there!?" he bellowed.
"Father, you didn't tell me to clean the stables," which was the honest truth, "we have the servant elves to do that." It was the wrong thing to say, because before he knew it, Legolas was on the floor with a split and bloody lip.
"I do not care if we have servants or not! When I tell you to do something, you DO it! You do NOT argue with me!" The king was drunk again, as I'm sure you can tell.
"But father, you never told me to do anything! I've been in my room all morning!" Legolas managed to say.
"What were you doing inside when I clearly ordered you to clean the stables?!!" he yelled at his son, as the prince received yet another blow to the face.
"Fine father, I am going! See?" he said as he began to walk out the door.
"Oh no you don't. You should have known better than to disobey me. Get back here!" he ordered his son, as he grabbed him, threw him back into the room and shut the door.
Thranduil then grabbed Legolas by the back of his tunic, picked him up, and slammed him against the footboard of the bed, giving Legolas a huge cut on the side of his face. There was nothing Legolas could do against his father. He was to small to fight back, and if he dared to shout for help, the beatings would get worse. He had learned to accept it, and told himself that the pain was nothing, but sometimes the pain was just too much, and it took all that he had to keep the tears from falling. It was strange, I must admit, but the king never remembered giving Legolas those beatings, possibly from consuming too much wine, and Legolas never had to courage to tell him. Why? I am not sure. That, is another story...
"YOU NEVER DISOBEY THE KING!" he shouted, picking Legolas up from the floor, "DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
"Yes ada, I hear you," he said weakly, blood now all over his face. Sometimes he thought that life wasn't worth it, that the pain would never go away, and that he should just end his life before things got worse. But his mother had once said, "You will do great things, Legolas my son, great things indead, and no matter how hard life may get, never give in because those great things out there waiting for you, you just have to go find them. And it is those things that make life worth living, remember that Legolas." Those words had stuck to Legolas through out all these years, and had saved his life many times. He just couldn't let his mother down, even if she wasn't around anymore...
"You had better," he sneered, as he shoved him roughly into the wall, and walked out of the room.
Legolas then put his ear to the door, making sure that his father had really left, and made his way under his bed. There was a loose board there, in which he kept something secret. He had stolen it from a healer's cottage when he was there being treated for another injury. It was medicines only the healers could posses, and had taken him at least a month of planning on how to get it. He would steal a little bit every other time he had to go to one, and he now had enough to treat weeks worth of beatings. The reason why he stole the medicine in the first place was because the healers were getting suspicious about why he had so many bruises and scars, and why he was there more often than any elf should be.
He lifted up the board and took out a small bowl, some crushed athelas, a rag, and began cleaning out his wounds. He used water from the pitcher next to his bed, and used the rag to wipe the blood off his face. Next he mixed water, and the athelas in the small bowl. Legoals dipped his fingers into the mixture, and let the liquid drip onto his wounds.
*END FLASHBACK*
A single tear ran down Legolas's face, as he could still remember the taste of his own blood upon his lips, and how the athelas had stung his open wounds. It was more than two thousand years later, and Legolas was now about 2, 900 years old, and was on his way back to Mirkwood to see his father.......
A/N: I know, I know.....short chapter. But I'll make the next one longer I promise. Just to let you know, Sirius and Helliun are the same person in this story, the names have the same meaning. Helliun is the name of the star Sirius. (see the Silmarillion) And as for the difference between elf years and human years please let me know if I have it totally off or something. ( when he's 2,900 years old I'm guessing it's before the Fellowship of the Ring, and after Bilbo finds the ring ) Please let me know if I have it wrong!!!! Please read and review!!!!
By Rinwethiel13
Disclaimer: I do not own a single thing! Except the plot, and the character Isil, and Helliun, and every other character I make up. So in that case, I own a lot! Just not the original characters! Crap...I'll have to work on that....
Authors Note: Hey! This is a new story I thought up one night, and I hope you all like it. This chapter is kinda boring, but the next ones will be better! Your input is greatly appreciated! Please Read and Review!!
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Legolas Greenleaf was like any other young elf in Mirkwood. (Even though he was the King's son.) He loved the outdoors, joined the older elves in their hunts, explored the forest with his friends, and even had a father who loved him.....most of the time.
It all started when Legolas's mother was killed by orcs, during one of their many invasions. She was taking a walk around the kingdom, wishing to get some fresh air. Orcs had seen her wandering around, and attacked her. She did not go down with out a fight though. She never went anywhere with out her sword, and she fought to the very end. But that attack had alerted Mirkwood of the enemy's presents, and they were able to defend themselves against the "surprise attack."
King Thranduil had taken his wife's death deeply, and almost lost his life because it had broken his heart. After that, he had started drinking; as if he thought drinking would make all his problems go away. Don't get me wrong, Thranduil was an excellent king, and father to young Legolas. He had taught him everything he knew, from writing and riding, to shooting his very first arrow. He was a loving caring father, except when he drank. Every time there was a problem; orcs on the western border, prisoners escaping, his own men getting killed, or even remembering that his dear wife had been murdered, and there was nothing he could do to bring her back, he would pour himself glass after glass of fine wine and other sorts, until he was so out of it, he became violent, and put his only son in grave danger.
*FLASHBACK*
Legolas was sitting on his bed, making some arrows so he could go hunting with his friend Sirius later that afternoon. The prince had the appearance of, let's say, a teenage human, about 13 or 14 years old. As he sat there, cutting a notch in the end of the arrow, he hummed a song his mother had sang to him when he was little. Suddenly Legolas heard a loud, thundering voice calling his name.
"Legolas! LEGOLAS!" Thranduil bellowed, as he pounded on his sons door, "let me in at once!"
"It's open ada!" Legolas yelled back.
`Arrrgh' he groaned, 'not again, not today, please let it just be a yelling, just not....' but his thoughts were interrupted, as his father opened the door and marched in.
"Legolas! I told you to go clean the stables! Why aren't you there!?" he bellowed.
"Father, you didn't tell me to clean the stables," which was the honest truth, "we have the servant elves to do that." It was the wrong thing to say, because before he knew it, Legolas was on the floor with a split and bloody lip.
"I do not care if we have servants or not! When I tell you to do something, you DO it! You do NOT argue with me!" The king was drunk again, as I'm sure you can tell.
"But father, you never told me to do anything! I've been in my room all morning!" Legolas managed to say.
"What were you doing inside when I clearly ordered you to clean the stables?!!" he yelled at his son, as the prince received yet another blow to the face.
"Fine father, I am going! See?" he said as he began to walk out the door.
"Oh no you don't. You should have known better than to disobey me. Get back here!" he ordered his son, as he grabbed him, threw him back into the room and shut the door.
Thranduil then grabbed Legolas by the back of his tunic, picked him up, and slammed him against the footboard of the bed, giving Legolas a huge cut on the side of his face. There was nothing Legolas could do against his father. He was to small to fight back, and if he dared to shout for help, the beatings would get worse. He had learned to accept it, and told himself that the pain was nothing, but sometimes the pain was just too much, and it took all that he had to keep the tears from falling. It was strange, I must admit, but the king never remembered giving Legolas those beatings, possibly from consuming too much wine, and Legolas never had to courage to tell him. Why? I am not sure. That, is another story...
"YOU NEVER DISOBEY THE KING!" he shouted, picking Legolas up from the floor, "DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
"Yes ada, I hear you," he said weakly, blood now all over his face. Sometimes he thought that life wasn't worth it, that the pain would never go away, and that he should just end his life before things got worse. But his mother had once said, "You will do great things, Legolas my son, great things indead, and no matter how hard life may get, never give in because those great things out there waiting for you, you just have to go find them. And it is those things that make life worth living, remember that Legolas." Those words had stuck to Legolas through out all these years, and had saved his life many times. He just couldn't let his mother down, even if she wasn't around anymore...
"You had better," he sneered, as he shoved him roughly into the wall, and walked out of the room.
Legolas then put his ear to the door, making sure that his father had really left, and made his way under his bed. There was a loose board there, in which he kept something secret. He had stolen it from a healer's cottage when he was there being treated for another injury. It was medicines only the healers could posses, and had taken him at least a month of planning on how to get it. He would steal a little bit every other time he had to go to one, and he now had enough to treat weeks worth of beatings. The reason why he stole the medicine in the first place was because the healers were getting suspicious about why he had so many bruises and scars, and why he was there more often than any elf should be.
He lifted up the board and took out a small bowl, some crushed athelas, a rag, and began cleaning out his wounds. He used water from the pitcher next to his bed, and used the rag to wipe the blood off his face. Next he mixed water, and the athelas in the small bowl. Legoals dipped his fingers into the mixture, and let the liquid drip onto his wounds.
*END FLASHBACK*
A single tear ran down Legolas's face, as he could still remember the taste of his own blood upon his lips, and how the athelas had stung his open wounds. It was more than two thousand years later, and Legolas was now about 2, 900 years old, and was on his way back to Mirkwood to see his father.......
A/N: I know, I know.....short chapter. But I'll make the next one longer I promise. Just to let you know, Sirius and Helliun are the same person in this story, the names have the same meaning. Helliun is the name of the star Sirius. (see the Silmarillion) And as for the difference between elf years and human years please let me know if I have it totally off or something. ( when he's 2,900 years old I'm guessing it's before the Fellowship of the Ring, and after Bilbo finds the ring ) Please let me know if I have it wrong!!!! Please read and review!!!!