Slaves and Webs
Disclaimer: Do not own Lord of the Rings in anyway at all and will probably never do so. Characters are only being borrowed for the time being – except Ellanda she's mine.
Summary: Long summer's have past since the capture of the young elf prince, my lord, but my tidings and business with you this evening may be of some joy to you. Legolas was captured when he was still young and by some stroke of fate has come into the hands of the Spider Queen, who plans to unite him once again with his father.
A.N: This is based more on the Hobbit and is AU so not everything will fit into place accordingly. Legolas is very young here so you'll have to forgive some of his reactions. Still Enjoy
Prologue:
"Tell me, Ellanda Queen of the Spiders, why you seek my council at this sleepless hour of the night?" came Thranduil's tired voice. He had been grieving for the loss of his son once again and he was not in the mood to see Ellanda.
Ellanda remained quiet for some time, allowing Thranduil to take a seat and calm slightly. Her dark green eyes seemed to reflect the trees of Mirkwood and her gaze was unnervingly calm and filled with a great joy. But Thranduil was already annoyed at her silent response, "Ellanda, answer me! I will not have been disturbed for another silence from you" his tone was sharp.
Ellanda bowed, "Am I right in thinking that you have been grieving once again for the loss of your son?" she asked careful in her choice of words. The glare from Thranduil would have scared away a whole pack of angry wargs, but it did not deter Ellanda, "Long summer's and cold winters have past since that time, my lord, but I believe you shall be very interested in my council this day" without waiting for a response she slightly turned and waved her hand as if signalling to a servant to come forward.
"Why do you tire me so with such annoyances, Ellanda?" Thranduil asked, not looking at the figure who was timidly approaching him.
"Because my Lord, some annoyances can turn into pleasant surprises when they are least expected" came Ellanda's voice, soft and sweet as a summer breeze. Thranduil rose anger clear in his face and eyes, how dare she talk to him like that. "Stay you're anger, lord Thranduil of Mirkwood. Do you not recognise this child next to me?" her tone was a one of general warning but still held a lot of respect for him.
Thranduil briefly glanced at the boy and turned his gaze back...but then turned fully to see the young elf. He could not have been older than a century or two but he held grace and power within his fair eyes, though physically he appeared fragile and hurtful with the merest of words. Fair hair recently washed and combed seemed to frame his young face and a slight flicker was in the boy's movements but all carefully hidden and camouflaged.
Thranduil turned to Ellanda, his clear eyes threatening with tears. He did not need to ask any questions, she simply replied, "Yes my lord, my council tonight is the return of your son...Legolas Greenleaf".
Thranduil wasted no more time and embraced the child strongly and passionately, like any father would have done after being reunited with a child they believed to be long dead. The boy of Legolas seemed unsure but then as if something deep down had been released he began to weep violently, "Atar?" [Father?] he managed to just get out in-between sobs of pain and relief.
"Tancave, nya yondo. Hannon le Ellanda" [Yes, my son. Thank you Ellanda] came Thranduil's voice from the depths of Legolas's shoulder.
"Laa hannon le, Heru. Namárië ten lomë" [No thank you, Lord. Farewell for night] said Ellanda bowing and turned to leave.
Thranduil broke quickly from his son and caught Ellanda's hand, "Please, Ellanda, the night is yet young. How came you by my son so that you could return him to me? Please I wish to know everything and morning will not satisfy me" his tone was merry and Ellanda was slightly surprised.
She frowned at Thranduil and looked towards Legolas, as if unsure as to what to do. "Please, dearest Ellanda...explain this to me" it was not an order but a request. Ellanda looked rather disturbed, "erm...it is a tricky storey to tell, My lord and I do not think that the young Prince should stay up much longer. We did not stop once on our journey here" she said, still trying to gauge this rather unexpected joy in Thranduil.
"If he falls asleep that is fine by me, you're too much like your mother Ellanda. Come, sit and tell the tale tonight" insisted Thranduil, indicating some chairs. Ellanda seemed even more unsure than she had looked previously but then smiled, warmly and all too familiarly to Legolas's eyes, "Very well, as there seems to be no dissuading you..."
a hand smashed into the side of Legolas's face, causing him to loose his footing and fall roughly to the forest ground, "You incompetent elf! How can you not know you're way around this foul place!" came the voice of a man who had tormented Legolas for nearly two score years. Legolas did not move, he knew that it would be fatal and dangerous at the best of times but right now his master was in a foul mood.
The man rose his hand into the air once again, this time with the intent of hurting the elf as he held a small sharp stone in his hand. Legolas cringed waiting for the blow, but then a second voice interjected his hearing, "Garal! It is you're incompetence that caused us to walk into that Spider trap. The elf told us of the threat but still you insisted that we go that way. He has not been hear for over two score years, how do you expect him to remember everything!" the voice was dominant and held a note of venom.
Somehow Legolas knew that he was in for some form of punishment, but not just yet. No these humans would prolong his fear and then deal him what they saw fit. "Get up!" sneered the voice once again and quickly the elf did as he was told. "Listen up, you pack of vermin and beasts of quicksand. Just remember that we're all in trouble in this damn forest and this elf," the man grabbed hold of Legolas's ear and pulled him close to his body, causing unwanted pain and discomfort to the boy, "is currently the only way we're gonna get out of this damn mess. So next time one of you dum scumbags decide to blame him for anything just think you'll have to deal with me first!" the man released Legolas and pushed him forward, ordering him to head towards the palace.
Unknown to the group, millions of sets of green eyes followed their progress and a low hissing ran through the leaves and the branches strung with white webs. To the hunters they were nothing more than a nuisance, but Legolas knew them to be of the tribes of Spiders that inhabited Mirkwood.
The whisperings and hissing flowed quickly like silvery water and eventually came to the ears of another hunter in the wood, "The Prince of Mirkwood returns to us as a slave? Stupid humans, disturbing the Spiders of my realm. I believe a visit will be due to them" came a shadowed whisper as the figure followed the whisperings of the unseen companions.
A.N
Well want to know the story that Ellanda's got to tell to Thranduil? Please review and let me know. Feel free to provide constructive criticism, as I like having faults pointed out to me. Thank you
Disclaimer: Do not own Lord of the Rings in anyway at all and will probably never do so. Characters are only being borrowed for the time being – except Ellanda she's mine.
Summary: Long summer's have past since the capture of the young elf prince, my lord, but my tidings and business with you this evening may be of some joy to you. Legolas was captured when he was still young and by some stroke of fate has come into the hands of the Spider Queen, who plans to unite him once again with his father.
A.N: This is based more on the Hobbit and is AU so not everything will fit into place accordingly. Legolas is very young here so you'll have to forgive some of his reactions. Still Enjoy
Prologue:
"Tell me, Ellanda Queen of the Spiders, why you seek my council at this sleepless hour of the night?" came Thranduil's tired voice. He had been grieving for the loss of his son once again and he was not in the mood to see Ellanda.
Ellanda remained quiet for some time, allowing Thranduil to take a seat and calm slightly. Her dark green eyes seemed to reflect the trees of Mirkwood and her gaze was unnervingly calm and filled with a great joy. But Thranduil was already annoyed at her silent response, "Ellanda, answer me! I will not have been disturbed for another silence from you" his tone was sharp.
Ellanda bowed, "Am I right in thinking that you have been grieving once again for the loss of your son?" she asked careful in her choice of words. The glare from Thranduil would have scared away a whole pack of angry wargs, but it did not deter Ellanda, "Long summer's and cold winters have past since that time, my lord, but I believe you shall be very interested in my council this day" without waiting for a response she slightly turned and waved her hand as if signalling to a servant to come forward.
"Why do you tire me so with such annoyances, Ellanda?" Thranduil asked, not looking at the figure who was timidly approaching him.
"Because my Lord, some annoyances can turn into pleasant surprises when they are least expected" came Ellanda's voice, soft and sweet as a summer breeze. Thranduil rose anger clear in his face and eyes, how dare she talk to him like that. "Stay you're anger, lord Thranduil of Mirkwood. Do you not recognise this child next to me?" her tone was a one of general warning but still held a lot of respect for him.
Thranduil briefly glanced at the boy and turned his gaze back...but then turned fully to see the young elf. He could not have been older than a century or two but he held grace and power within his fair eyes, though physically he appeared fragile and hurtful with the merest of words. Fair hair recently washed and combed seemed to frame his young face and a slight flicker was in the boy's movements but all carefully hidden and camouflaged.
Thranduil turned to Ellanda, his clear eyes threatening with tears. He did not need to ask any questions, she simply replied, "Yes my lord, my council tonight is the return of your son...Legolas Greenleaf".
Thranduil wasted no more time and embraced the child strongly and passionately, like any father would have done after being reunited with a child they believed to be long dead. The boy of Legolas seemed unsure but then as if something deep down had been released he began to weep violently, "Atar?" [Father?] he managed to just get out in-between sobs of pain and relief.
"Tancave, nya yondo. Hannon le Ellanda" [Yes, my son. Thank you Ellanda] came Thranduil's voice from the depths of Legolas's shoulder.
"Laa hannon le, Heru. Namárië ten lomë" [No thank you, Lord. Farewell for night] said Ellanda bowing and turned to leave.
Thranduil broke quickly from his son and caught Ellanda's hand, "Please, Ellanda, the night is yet young. How came you by my son so that you could return him to me? Please I wish to know everything and morning will not satisfy me" his tone was merry and Ellanda was slightly surprised.
She frowned at Thranduil and looked towards Legolas, as if unsure as to what to do. "Please, dearest Ellanda...explain this to me" it was not an order but a request. Ellanda looked rather disturbed, "erm...it is a tricky storey to tell, My lord and I do not think that the young Prince should stay up much longer. We did not stop once on our journey here" she said, still trying to gauge this rather unexpected joy in Thranduil.
"If he falls asleep that is fine by me, you're too much like your mother Ellanda. Come, sit and tell the tale tonight" insisted Thranduil, indicating some chairs. Ellanda seemed even more unsure than she had looked previously but then smiled, warmly and all too familiarly to Legolas's eyes, "Very well, as there seems to be no dissuading you..."
a hand smashed into the side of Legolas's face, causing him to loose his footing and fall roughly to the forest ground, "You incompetent elf! How can you not know you're way around this foul place!" came the voice of a man who had tormented Legolas for nearly two score years. Legolas did not move, he knew that it would be fatal and dangerous at the best of times but right now his master was in a foul mood.
The man rose his hand into the air once again, this time with the intent of hurting the elf as he held a small sharp stone in his hand. Legolas cringed waiting for the blow, but then a second voice interjected his hearing, "Garal! It is you're incompetence that caused us to walk into that Spider trap. The elf told us of the threat but still you insisted that we go that way. He has not been hear for over two score years, how do you expect him to remember everything!" the voice was dominant and held a note of venom.
Somehow Legolas knew that he was in for some form of punishment, but not just yet. No these humans would prolong his fear and then deal him what they saw fit. "Get up!" sneered the voice once again and quickly the elf did as he was told. "Listen up, you pack of vermin and beasts of quicksand. Just remember that we're all in trouble in this damn forest and this elf," the man grabbed hold of Legolas's ear and pulled him close to his body, causing unwanted pain and discomfort to the boy, "is currently the only way we're gonna get out of this damn mess. So next time one of you dum scumbags decide to blame him for anything just think you'll have to deal with me first!" the man released Legolas and pushed him forward, ordering him to head towards the palace.
Unknown to the group, millions of sets of green eyes followed their progress and a low hissing ran through the leaves and the branches strung with white webs. To the hunters they were nothing more than a nuisance, but Legolas knew them to be of the tribes of Spiders that inhabited Mirkwood.
The whisperings and hissing flowed quickly like silvery water and eventually came to the ears of another hunter in the wood, "The Prince of Mirkwood returns to us as a slave? Stupid humans, disturbing the Spiders of my realm. I believe a visit will be due to them" came a shadowed whisper as the figure followed the whisperings of the unseen companions.
A.N
Well want to know the story that Ellanda's got to tell to Thranduil? Please review and let me know. Feel free to provide constructive criticism, as I like having faults pointed out to me. Thank you