Thanks for opening up the story and giving me a shot to win you over! Some important notes; one, this story will take place just before the events of The Hobbit, and Two, you pronounce Celeial (Cell-Eee-Al)
Love In The Time Of Dragons: Chapter One
Legolas often sat in his mother's garden, thinking about her, desperately trying to regain some piece of her in his memory. Silver hair and bright blue eyes flashed before him, he saw her smile and heard her laugh, but then it was gone, suddenly and inexplicably gone. His memories of her were like ghosts, fleeting and transparent. He had heard stories about her often. Never from his father though, if anyone even mentioned her name in front of him it was enough to send him spiralling into a rage, no he hadn't heard stories from his father. He had heard them from Elrond, some from Galadriel, even once from Celeborn. Elrond often spoke of their love for each other, how, at the time, some thought it was the most in love two living beings had ever been. Galadriel spoke mostly of her past, how she was the greatest warrior Middle Earth had ever seen, how she had hidden her heritage from his father so she could fight in the wars that raged long ago. Celeborn only told him one thing, that her last words were given telling Thranduil to keep their son safe.
Legolas was entranced in his thought that he didn't even notice his father had come to sit next to him on the stone bench, he was so lost in his head that he nearly screeched when his father began to speak to him.
"What do you wish to ask me Legolas?" Thranduil asked, Legolas jumped, frightened. "I did not mean to frighten you" Thranduil said, he was slightly amused at his sons reaction, but made no outward sign of it.
"How did you know that I wanted to ask you something?" Legolas asked him.
"Your head is spinning with questions" He replied cryptically.
"I..." Legolas paused for a moment, not knowing how to start, "I want to know more about my mother". At this Thranduil closed his eyes and looked downwards, with sadness tugging at his eyes. He never spoke of his late wife Celeial to Legolas, or to anyone for that matter, but the look on Legolas' face just now, made him feel guilty for never saying much.
"What do you want to know?" Thranduil asked his son. Legolas looked at his father somewhat shocked, he had asked only once before and was met with a cold silence, but now Legolas was nearly lost for words.
"Well, I was hoping that you might be able to show me... Lord Elrond said it can be done, to show one's memories to another, and I-" Legolas was cut off by his fathers protests.
"Absolutely not! Do you know what you ask to do? You would feel everything I felt, the first time I met your mother we were fighting a dragon. In that time war was everywhere, do you know the number of times I nearly died? I-"
"No! No! I wouldn't know how may times you've nearly died, or how many wars you've fought I because you never told me! I am your son and you treat me like a guest in your home and I'm sick of this! Let me do it, please father" Legolas said. Thranduil did not know whether to be angry at his son's lack of respect or be proud at his heart and spirit. Thranduil wanted to say yes, but he didn't want his son to have to go through all the painful memories and moments which still kept him up at night. He looked into his sons pleading eyes and saw that Legolas had prepared himself for this, he was ready to face whatever he may see in his father's memories.
"If this is truly what you want, then who am I to deny you" At this Legolas' face lit up, "But first we must summon Lord Elrond, this kind of magic requires power beyond my ability"
"Of course, I will oversee that" Legolas said as he turned to leave, but he paused, "Thank you father" he said, Thranduil imply gave him a weary nod.