Ok here's a tiny little ficlet I thought up at 2 am while laying in bed
staring at nothing and I put that little poem in at the end while I was
reading my Zen book.
And here it is!
"That ridicules, why can't I go in?!" The king of the Greenwood paced back and forth, "Im I not entitled to see what my own child looks like?!"
"There's no need for shouting, your highness, you're going to be seeing him for a long time." Galion said, "Please, sit down and stop worrying, you'll make yourself sick.
Thranduil fell into a chair, inwardly cursing the healers for not allowing him to be with his wife now, and at all times! He exhaled heavily.
"Don't worry," The old butler said, "They'll both be all right."
"I should be with her!"
"The healers know what's best, maybe you should go out. Clear your mind, and don't think of the dangers. There are more pressing issues."
"What?"
"Like what you're going to call him."
The king got to his feet and went to the gardens as suggested. It was a beautiful spring morning, the sun shone flowers budded, and everything had the promise of rebirth. And this spring was truly one of life renewing itself.
Sitting on a bench, Thranduil looked over the beauty of the wood, but he could not take his mind off what the 'complications' as the healers had called it and would not tell him about. And he they would not let him see his wife now.
'Everything will be all right' he heard Galion say in his mind. Thinking back to many months ago, when Atarwen told him, they couldn't have been happier. Not in a thousand years. Now what was going to happen, would lose one of them, would he lose both?
Thranduil pulled himself away from such thoughts and looked up.
The sky was blanketed with branches and then covered with small, young, new leaves. The glistened a radiant emerald in the morning sunlight. Galion was right.
What were they going to call him?
"Sire," an unexpected voice said, he quickly looked up, you can go in now." Tharanduil rushed passed the healer before she barely finished her sentence.
***
"Atarwen? Atarwen?" He called as he rushed up and opened the door.
She was sitting up in bed, propped up with pillows, her long gold hair lose about her shoulders. A small bundle in her arms, a soft smile on her face.
Sitting down next to her, the dread of the last hours gone.
"He looks like you." Greenwoods queen said softly and reseved a smile from her husband, "What shall we call him?"
A wind stirred outside, an open window then let in the sound of it whistling through the trees.
A quick, simple, meaningful evish word came to mind, and dawned on Thranduil quickly.
"Legolas."
"Ah! How glorious! Green leafs, young leafs Glittering in the sunlight" - Japanese Poem
And here it is!
"That ridicules, why can't I go in?!" The king of the Greenwood paced back and forth, "Im I not entitled to see what my own child looks like?!"
"There's no need for shouting, your highness, you're going to be seeing him for a long time." Galion said, "Please, sit down and stop worrying, you'll make yourself sick.
Thranduil fell into a chair, inwardly cursing the healers for not allowing him to be with his wife now, and at all times! He exhaled heavily.
"Don't worry," The old butler said, "They'll both be all right."
"I should be with her!"
"The healers know what's best, maybe you should go out. Clear your mind, and don't think of the dangers. There are more pressing issues."
"What?"
"Like what you're going to call him."
The king got to his feet and went to the gardens as suggested. It was a beautiful spring morning, the sun shone flowers budded, and everything had the promise of rebirth. And this spring was truly one of life renewing itself.
Sitting on a bench, Thranduil looked over the beauty of the wood, but he could not take his mind off what the 'complications' as the healers had called it and would not tell him about. And he they would not let him see his wife now.
'Everything will be all right' he heard Galion say in his mind. Thinking back to many months ago, when Atarwen told him, they couldn't have been happier. Not in a thousand years. Now what was going to happen, would lose one of them, would he lose both?
Thranduil pulled himself away from such thoughts and looked up.
The sky was blanketed with branches and then covered with small, young, new leaves. The glistened a radiant emerald in the morning sunlight. Galion was right.
What were they going to call him?
"Sire," an unexpected voice said, he quickly looked up, you can go in now." Tharanduil rushed passed the healer before she barely finished her sentence.
***
"Atarwen? Atarwen?" He called as he rushed up and opened the door.
She was sitting up in bed, propped up with pillows, her long gold hair lose about her shoulders. A small bundle in her arms, a soft smile on her face.
Sitting down next to her, the dread of the last hours gone.
"He looks like you." Greenwoods queen said softly and reseved a smile from her husband, "What shall we call him?"
A wind stirred outside, an open window then let in the sound of it whistling through the trees.
A quick, simple, meaningful evish word came to mind, and dawned on Thranduil quickly.
"Legolas."
"Ah! How glorious! Green leafs, young leafs Glittering in the sunlight" - Japanese Poem