Disclaimer: Mine!? No!
"Sitting in the corner of the dining room, watching my father, brother, sister, mother eat, I think: Do they not seem to see me? I am another son of his. My stomach begins to grumble, I starve. Food is what I desire, second to love. Father knows me not, and my Mother does not bother. And so I wait to eat.
Tis had always been this way, hungry, small, frozen child in the corner. I am the king's to command, and he commands me to eat not. I begin to droop, and that is it, I die slowly. My last thoughts are: Why don't you see me, Father? Why am I invisible to you? With that my eyes shut, and a bright light fills my eyes.
When I open my eyes again, I am standing beside the Valar, but he motions me to the door.
"`Tis not your time yet, child." He says, and I return, to the torture, and the lonlness. I don't exist.
I am the second son of Thranduil, King of Mirkwood.
I am Legolas Greenleaf.