Title: Marilla (it's Sinarin meaning pearl)
Author: Me. Smego Baggins
Summery: After his mother is killed by Orcs, a grief-stricken 4-year-old Legolas embraces a cat as his new 'mother', and finds healing with the cat and her new kittens.
Betaed by: the one and only SHIREBOUND!!!
Rating: PG for um . . . I don't know.
Archived: Yes, but ask.
AN: I don't know what provoked me to write this, maybe changing characters to pick on, or maybe because it's Mothers Day this Sunday. I know it's a day early but my mum read it over my shoulder and said that she loves my writing like she loves JK Rowling's writing !!!! I know she was being nice!! But still!!
Anyway have the tissues out cause I cried while writing it.
Dedication: For Shirebound, may you bring us many great fics about "your" hobbits. And . . . for my mum, thak you, for the laughs, fights, deep thoughts and tears . . . thank you for everything.
Marilla
Prologue: Navaer Atara (Farewell Mother)
The night air tingled with an uncertain emotion, collecting and dividing its thoughts, as the moon shone its milky yellow light upon the land below.
There was movement within the palace -- word had come than an orc army had been spotted 12 days from Mirkwood's border. Wasting no time, the king had sent urgent messages to Rivendell, asking that Elrond give his family sanctuary until the danger had passed.
"My king," said Rogan, one of Thranduil's most trusted guardsmen, "it would be safer to send our lady instead of the children. We have heard rumour that they are the ones the orcs are seeking."
The golden-haired king looked at Rogan as if he were mad; and he told him so.
"But my king," the dark-haired elf insisted, kneeling in front of Thranduil, "it would be safer. The orcs are not after Queen Laslilaem; rather, they pursue Lúrin, Alassë, Cassageln, and Legolas. We would be playing into their filthy hands if they were to leave with her. I promise you, she will be safe; and so will they."
With this assurance that his children would be well hidden and remain unharmed, Thranduil ordered one of his queen's maidens to pack for his wife's departure. As he gave the order, however, a blackness fell upon his fair heart.
~*~
"How long will you be gone?" asked Alassë , as she watched her mother pack her treasures.
"I don't know, my darling, but I will be back before Legolas's fifth birthday." Laslilaem looked down at her daughter with the expression every mother held when gazing at one of her children -- love and pride. "Watch him for me; until now, he has never been even a day without me."
Tears instantly sprang to Alassë 's grey eyes at the mention of her brother, and how much she would miss her mother if anything should happen to her. She and Lasilaem hugged tightly.
At that moment, one of the queen's maidens interrupted. "Hiril nin*, the guards are ready; your horse is outside."
"Thank you," Laslilaem replied. With one last smile at her daughter, she picked up her small pack and walked with her, hand-in-hand, towards the waiting elves.
~*~
Long, pale, blond hair blew in the twilight, and bright grey eyes looked innocently at the swift movement that had been surrounding his home for the past few hours. Four-year-old Legolas had sneaked away during the night when he heard his mother's horse, Jewel, whinny at something in the night. This, of course, had sparked the Ellalong's interest immediately. He usually hardly slept during the night, much preferring to watch the stars, until his mother came into his room and sang to him in her sweet voice until he danced with the comets and greeted the stars.
This night, however, his mother hadn't come to his room, and the horse's whinny had provoked him to investigate. Now he was crouched in the bushes outside, hoping that none of the other elves (or his father, for that matter) caught him out of bed so late at night.
"Legolas, what are you doing?" came a soft voice.
Frightened, the little prince jumped and spun around, but he turned too quickly and fell onto his behind. Wincing in pain, he looked up at his mother, whose mouth was beginning to turn into a bemused smile. He looked up at his mother for a few seconds, wondering what to tell her, but decided that the truth would be right, as in his own mind he was doing no wrong.
"I was simply curious, atara." he said softly to her as she picked him up. "Why is Jewel out? It is her bed-time."
Laslilaem surveyed her son for a few minutes as his young grey eyes searched her own blue ones. Sighing sadly, she held him in a gentle hug. "I need to leave for a while, I'm going to Rivendell."
A smile brightened Legolas's face. "When are we going? Do I get to ride Ruby?"
She hated this, breaking his little heart. "Only I am going, my little one; you have to stay here."
Legolas's face instantly fell, and he was at a complete loss for what to say. In his whole life, wherever she had gone he had followed her. He was her little shadow, like his brothers and sister had been, only he was more attached to her.
"Manen anann?"* he said in his own tongue very quietly. This was his little quirk whenever he was distressed or in trouble.
Laslilaem pulled his head to rest upon her shoulder, and whispered to him. "I will be back before you even know that I am gone."
Sighing heavily, he looked at her, his eyes heavy with tears of her leaving. "Say hello to Arwen for me, please?"
"That I will do." She smiled, and put him gently down. "However, I doubt that she will be there, for I believe she is visiting her grandmother." With that, she led him out to where the horses and guards were waiting for their queen.
Upon seeing them, Thranduil walked towards his wife and embraced her in a loving hug. "Tolo ad varna,"* the king whispered to her as they stood together for what seemed like hours. He drew away slowly and wiped a single tear from her flawless face, then tucked a few stray strands of brown hair behind her pointed tipped ear. Smiling sadly, he whispered, "Don't worry, my love, they will be safe."
All of the children had been told the reason for their mother's departure, except for Legolas, who was too young and too innocent to understand why his dear sweet mother was leaving.
After bidding her children farewell, Laslilaem expertly mounted the white mare, who nickered softly and assuredly to the assembled elves that their queen would make it safe to Rivendell.
Suddenly Laslilaem seemed to have lost something, and searched for the object with a slight panic in her eyes. She fumbled with her pack's small latch, but didn't find the object. Smiling, she looked at her youngest son.
"Legolas, my locket, can you find it for me?"
Like an arrow from the bow of Galadriel, Legolas sped off to find his mother's necklace. Panting slightly, he found it on the mantelpiece beside her bed. Gently picking it up, he held it close to his heart as he raced back outside to the waiting company.
"Thank you, my little one." Laslilaem smiled happily as Thranduil lifted his son to latch it around her neck. "What would I do without you?"
Beaming, he giggled a little. "Don't forget my birthday present!"
"Oh, I won't," she promised. "But just in case I'm late, your father has my present from me to you." She gave them all a final goodbye and moved her horse into a quick trot.
Doing the task with the locket had made him feel grown up, so as his mother and her guards rode off, Legolas waved merrily; and when she was no longer in sight, he turned and skipped off to play with his toys.
It was the last time he ever saw her alive.
Translations:
* Hiril nîn = My Lady
* Atara = Mother/mummy/mum
* Manen anann = How long?
* Tolo ad varna = Come back safe.
Please R&R, next chapter will be up in a few days.
Author: Me. Smego Baggins
Summery: After his mother is killed by Orcs, a grief-stricken 4-year-old Legolas embraces a cat as his new 'mother', and finds healing with the cat and her new kittens.
Betaed by: the one and only SHIREBOUND!!!
Rating: PG for um . . . I don't know.
Archived: Yes, but ask.
AN: I don't know what provoked me to write this, maybe changing characters to pick on, or maybe because it's Mothers Day this Sunday. I know it's a day early but my mum read it over my shoulder and said that she loves my writing like she loves JK Rowling's writing !!!! I know she was being nice!! But still!!
Anyway have the tissues out cause I cried while writing it.
Dedication: For Shirebound, may you bring us many great fics about "your" hobbits. And . . . for my mum, thak you, for the laughs, fights, deep thoughts and tears . . . thank you for everything.
Marilla
Prologue: Navaer Atara (Farewell Mother)
The night air tingled with an uncertain emotion, collecting and dividing its thoughts, as the moon shone its milky yellow light upon the land below.
There was movement within the palace -- word had come than an orc army had been spotted 12 days from Mirkwood's border. Wasting no time, the king had sent urgent messages to Rivendell, asking that Elrond give his family sanctuary until the danger had passed.
"My king," said Rogan, one of Thranduil's most trusted guardsmen, "it would be safer to send our lady instead of the children. We have heard rumour that they are the ones the orcs are seeking."
The golden-haired king looked at Rogan as if he were mad; and he told him so.
"But my king," the dark-haired elf insisted, kneeling in front of Thranduil, "it would be safer. The orcs are not after Queen Laslilaem; rather, they pursue Lúrin, Alassë, Cassageln, and Legolas. We would be playing into their filthy hands if they were to leave with her. I promise you, she will be safe; and so will they."
With this assurance that his children would be well hidden and remain unharmed, Thranduil ordered one of his queen's maidens to pack for his wife's departure. As he gave the order, however, a blackness fell upon his fair heart.
~*~
"How long will you be gone?" asked Alassë , as she watched her mother pack her treasures.
"I don't know, my darling, but I will be back before Legolas's fifth birthday." Laslilaem looked down at her daughter with the expression every mother held when gazing at one of her children -- love and pride. "Watch him for me; until now, he has never been even a day without me."
Tears instantly sprang to Alassë 's grey eyes at the mention of her brother, and how much she would miss her mother if anything should happen to her. She and Lasilaem hugged tightly.
At that moment, one of the queen's maidens interrupted. "Hiril nin*, the guards are ready; your horse is outside."
"Thank you," Laslilaem replied. With one last smile at her daughter, she picked up her small pack and walked with her, hand-in-hand, towards the waiting elves.
~*~
Long, pale, blond hair blew in the twilight, and bright grey eyes looked innocently at the swift movement that had been surrounding his home for the past few hours. Four-year-old Legolas had sneaked away during the night when he heard his mother's horse, Jewel, whinny at something in the night. This, of course, had sparked the Ellalong's interest immediately. He usually hardly slept during the night, much preferring to watch the stars, until his mother came into his room and sang to him in her sweet voice until he danced with the comets and greeted the stars.
This night, however, his mother hadn't come to his room, and the horse's whinny had provoked him to investigate. Now he was crouched in the bushes outside, hoping that none of the other elves (or his father, for that matter) caught him out of bed so late at night.
"Legolas, what are you doing?" came a soft voice.
Frightened, the little prince jumped and spun around, but he turned too quickly and fell onto his behind. Wincing in pain, he looked up at his mother, whose mouth was beginning to turn into a bemused smile. He looked up at his mother for a few seconds, wondering what to tell her, but decided that the truth would be right, as in his own mind he was doing no wrong.
"I was simply curious, atara." he said softly to her as she picked him up. "Why is Jewel out? It is her bed-time."
Laslilaem surveyed her son for a few minutes as his young grey eyes searched her own blue ones. Sighing sadly, she held him in a gentle hug. "I need to leave for a while, I'm going to Rivendell."
A smile brightened Legolas's face. "When are we going? Do I get to ride Ruby?"
She hated this, breaking his little heart. "Only I am going, my little one; you have to stay here."
Legolas's face instantly fell, and he was at a complete loss for what to say. In his whole life, wherever she had gone he had followed her. He was her little shadow, like his brothers and sister had been, only he was more attached to her.
"Manen anann?"* he said in his own tongue very quietly. This was his little quirk whenever he was distressed or in trouble.
Laslilaem pulled his head to rest upon her shoulder, and whispered to him. "I will be back before you even know that I am gone."
Sighing heavily, he looked at her, his eyes heavy with tears of her leaving. "Say hello to Arwen for me, please?"
"That I will do." She smiled, and put him gently down. "However, I doubt that she will be there, for I believe she is visiting her grandmother." With that, she led him out to where the horses and guards were waiting for their queen.
Upon seeing them, Thranduil walked towards his wife and embraced her in a loving hug. "Tolo ad varna,"* the king whispered to her as they stood together for what seemed like hours. He drew away slowly and wiped a single tear from her flawless face, then tucked a few stray strands of brown hair behind her pointed tipped ear. Smiling sadly, he whispered, "Don't worry, my love, they will be safe."
All of the children had been told the reason for their mother's departure, except for Legolas, who was too young and too innocent to understand why his dear sweet mother was leaving.
After bidding her children farewell, Laslilaem expertly mounted the white mare, who nickered softly and assuredly to the assembled elves that their queen would make it safe to Rivendell.
Suddenly Laslilaem seemed to have lost something, and searched for the object with a slight panic in her eyes. She fumbled with her pack's small latch, but didn't find the object. Smiling, she looked at her youngest son.
"Legolas, my locket, can you find it for me?"
Like an arrow from the bow of Galadriel, Legolas sped off to find his mother's necklace. Panting slightly, he found it on the mantelpiece beside her bed. Gently picking it up, he held it close to his heart as he raced back outside to the waiting company.
"Thank you, my little one." Laslilaem smiled happily as Thranduil lifted his son to latch it around her neck. "What would I do without you?"
Beaming, he giggled a little. "Don't forget my birthday present!"
"Oh, I won't," she promised. "But just in case I'm late, your father has my present from me to you." She gave them all a final goodbye and moved her horse into a quick trot.
Doing the task with the locket had made him feel grown up, so as his mother and her guards rode off, Legolas waved merrily; and when she was no longer in sight, he turned and skipped off to play with his toys.
It was the last time he ever saw her alive.
Translations:
* Hiril nîn = My Lady
* Atara = Mother/mummy/mum
* Manen anann = How long?
* Tolo ad varna = Come back safe.
Please R&R, next chapter will be up in a few days.