A/N: After watching BotFA for like, the third time, I felt kind of bad for Legolas. So I imagined what his and Tauriel's childhood was like. So here is my take on their relationship. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Kiliel (Kili/Tauriel), but I sort of came up with this Legiel (Legolas/Tauriel) fic. Probably going to be multi-chapter. Enjoy!
Everything seemed bleak. Cries of terror filled her ears. Before she knew it, young Tauriel was picked up swiftly by her mother, as she grabbed as many belongings as she could. "The Orcs have attacked the town!", the young elfling heard her father call. "Grab Tauriel and leave, now!" Her mother wrapped her up in a blanket, and fled their home. The young elf was confused. There was soon a shriek of agony that she instantly recognized as her father. "Father!" She started to panic. "M-mother, what's happening?" The older elf never responded, and kept on running. She tucked her head into her mother's chest, and tried her best to block out the yells and screams from her mind. Finally, after a while, the running stopped, and Tauriel felt herself get put on the cool ground of the forest. "M-ma?" "Shh, shh. Keep quiet..please.", her mother urged, tears gleaming in the moonlight. "I'm so sorry,", she bent down and cupped the now weeping elfling's face. "I can't carry you anymore. I must leave you here." "Why?", pleaded Tauriel, tears streaming down her cheeks. There was a loud, beast-like growl of fury nearby in the bushes. "Be a good little girl, okay? Please, for me.", the older she-elf gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead, covering her up with the blanket, then disappeared into the shadows of the forest. Tauriel sat quietly, sniffling, until she heard a blood-curdling cry of pain. "Mother…!" She sat alone in the forest, with nobody there but herself. The young elf curled up into a ball, wrapped the blanket around herself, and wept.
The Elven king mounted on his magnificent elk steed, treaded briskly, and almost silently through the forest. Word had spread that there was an orc attack on the nearby Silvan town. Although he and his kingdom were Sindarin, it was still Thranduil's duty to look after them. He and his most experienced scouts were on the lookout, searching for survivors. The crisp winter air nipped at his skin. It was the first day of winter. His elk abruptly halted at a large tree, whining as if he sensed something. There was something. The large deer leaned down, and gently nudged at a covered figure on the leaf covered forest floor. The blanket which covered the figure moved a bit, and out came the red head of a little elfling.
The king could clearly tell that she was a Silvan elfling, due to her clothing, and her bright, red hair. She was clearly sad, seeing that her eyes were still red and puffy, due to her crying. Thranduil silently dismounted the large steed, and kneeled down to get to level with the elfling. "Hello, little one..", he said soothingly, holding out a tentative hand. The little she-elf shied away from him, bringing the blanket up to herself. "It's alright. I do not intend to harm you." She peeked out a bit, looking at him cautiously. He could see more of her this time. She had a loose single, simple braid, running down to the area below her shoulders. Her eyes shone like hazel colored gems. She rose slightly, enough to reach out her hand to meet Thranduil's. Tauriel's hand was tiny compared to the elf king's. She finally stood up fully, and even then, the king was taller. "Hello.", said the older elf once again. She met his gaze reluctantly, and nodded. "What is your name?" No answer from her. "You're the silent type, aren't you? I wouldn't blame you." Tears welled up in her eyes. Was there something he said? She suddenly ran into his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline, and began to sob into his chest. "Poor little elfling… What a tragedy." He wrapped his arms comfortingly around her small figure, running his hand down her hair soothingly. "I'll take care of you." He gently lifted her into his arms, and mounted his elk. She hung onto him a bit tighter as the animal began to move, but soon got over it.
Once they arrived to King Thranduil's palace, they were met up by one of the maids. "Please,", said Thranduil. "Take this elfling, and make sure she gets a warm bath, clean clothing, and plenty of warm food in her stomach." The loyal maiden bowed, and took Tauriel to the bath area. There, Tauriel was stripped of her disheveled clothes, and was put into a hot bath.
The flower scented soap gave a very relaxing aroma. That and the warm water seemed to sooth her aching muscles. She sat in the water as she was being washed and tried to clear her mind, but nothing helped very much. Soon, she was taken out, and dried with a soft towel, and her hair was combed out thoroughly The little she-elf was led to one of the chambers, where she would stay, and there was a warm meal waiting for her on the bedside table. Like the baths, this chamber was more elegant than any place she had seen. The wooden furniture was beautifully carved and polished, and the bed and rug were made of the softest material she had ever felt. Even her white nightdress was beautiful, with stunning patterns of stitching down the arms and skirt part of the dress.
When she finished her meal, the dishes were taken away immediately by the maid. She was left in her room to sleep, but she couldn't stop thinking about what she had experienced that day. Were her parent's really gone forever? Where was she? She had come to the realization that Thranduil was the king of Mirkwood, and that he had taken her into his care, but she was still confused about what had happened. As she laid in her bed, the door of her chamber was slightly open, and she could hear a familiar voice speaking.
"Are you sure there were no survivors? Have you checked thoroughly?" "Yes, my Lord. The entire group of scouts have searched, and we've found nothing. Other than the bodies of deceased Silvan elves." "Then I guess the poor Silvan elfling is on her own. We will do our best to take care of her here. I will do what I can to let her have a normal life here in Mirkwood. In the meantime, advise the maid to ready the elfling tomorrow morning for a meeting with me. Also advise Legolas to be there as well." "Yes, my Lord." With that, Tauriel heard the other elf walk off. Thranduil entered her room silently to burn out her lit candle, and whispered "Good night". She waited for him to leave, then began to let her tears fall again. That was it. Her parents would never return to her. They were…dead. She hugged one of her pillows a bit closer, and fell asleep to one word on her mind: Legolas. Who was that fellow, anyway?
A/N: The end of that chapter! I will be continuing soon. Please follow, favorite, review, etc. Thanks for reading!
