A/N: What happens to an Elf who was raised by orcs? Read and find out!
Sindarin:
Ada = daddy
adar = father
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Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Tolkien!!!!!!!!
Prologue
"Ada, why can't we go outside?" The five year old boy asked.
"Because I have to answer these letters, Legolas. Why don't you play with one of your friends?"
"I asked them already. They have no time, and Eloran and Filian are still in Imladris. Please, only for an hour, or maybe two. You can do that in the evening."
Thranduil laughed. "Oh, five minutes ago it was half an hour."
Legolas looked at him sadly but eventually turned around to leave the room.
The king of Mirkwood sighed. He had never been able to see his youngest son sad. After he had lost his wife his sons were all he had left. And Legolas, who had never known the love of his mother, needed him the most.
"Alright, but only one hour. You hear me?"
The young prince smiled brightly at his father and nodded. "Yes, ada. Thank you."
As they played with wooden swords and hunted each other they came deeper into the forest. The Elves had not heared anything of the orcs for a long time and so Thranduil didn't really worry about it.
But eventually he stopped the game, even though he had to admit that he had had fun, too. He always enjoyed spending time with his son.
"Legolas, how long did I want to play with you?"
"One hour." The boy said in a very tiny voice.
"Exactly. Now we are outside for three hours, until we reach the palast it will be about four hours."
"I'm sorry, ada. Are you mad at me now?"
"Of course not!" Thranduil said and the child smiled again. "But we have to go home now."
Legolas nodded.
After about ten minutes the older Elf stopped suddenly. Legolas, who had been chasing a butterfly, looked at him. "What is it, ada?" He asked for he could see that something was wrong.
"Be still!"
Legolas did as his father had told him and stood perfectily still, he held even his breath for it was obvious that his father had heared something.
And then he heared it, too. But he didn't know what it was.
The child had no time to figure out for the king suddenly picked him up.
Thranduil took Legolas in his arms and began to run towards the palace as fast as he could. What he had heared had been the voices of orcs who were talking in the tongue of Mordor, and he knew that he alone had no chance against these monsters.
Now he cursed himself for going so far away, but it was too late.
All that mattered now was to safe his son.
But within minutes there were at least thirty orcs around them.
As much as the king tried to defend Legolas, it was useless.
Suddenly Thranduil felt a stinging pain in his chest. The strenght left his body almost immediatly and his son fell to the ground.
Legolas saw his father falling. Quickly the boy was on his side and shook his shoulder. "Ada?" He whispered. "Ada!!!" This time the child's voice was shrill and fearfull.
It took all his strenght but Thranduil was able to look at his son. "Legolas ... you have to ... to go home. Run!"
The young boy cried desperatly. "But ..."
"No! You ... go now. Get help from the palace!"
With that Legolas stood up and tried to get away. He wanted to get to the palace. Maybe somebody there could safe his father's life.
But as Thranduil had feared the orcs catched him.
The child cried for help and Thranduil tried to get up. He didn't feel the terrible pain in his chest, he could only think of saving his son.
But he had already lost too much blood to get to his feet, not to think of following the orcs.
He could still hear the cries of his son as he slowly fell into unconsciousness
Eloran and Filian rode home from Imladris. They had a long ride ahead of them and were pretty tired already.
Suddenly Eloran stopped. He had seen the group of orcs leaving Mirkwood. The two princes didn't see that the orcs carried their younger brother Legolas away, and even if they had, they could have done nothing to safe him.
After the orcs were gone Eloran and Filian continued their way.
"Where do you think they are going?" Filian asked his older brother.
"Well, back to Mordor I guess."
"But they seemed to be in a hurry."
Eloran nodded. "Yes, that's strange."
They rode silent for about half an hour.
Suddenly Eloran stopped and jumped down his horse.
"What is it?" His brother asked.
"Adar!" Was all he managed to say and then he knelt next to the motionless body who was lying on the ground.
He took him in his arms carefully and looked at his brother who was now sitting next to him on the ground.
"He's alive." The crown prince whispered. "But we have to get him back to the palace."
No more words were spoken, both of them knew that their father needed help as fast as possible.
Two days later.
Thranduil slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
He was in his room.
But what had happened?
Why did his chest hurt so badly?
As much as he tried he couldn't remember.
Suddenly Filian, his second son, was on his side."Adar, can you hear me?"
The king looked up to him. "Yes." He said in a very weak voice. "What ... what happened?"
His son lowered his gaze. "Orcs attacked you."
Now everything came back to Thranduil. The orcs, the attack, his son ...
"Legolas?" He whispered.
Filian gently took his hand. "We didn't find him yet. But all the soldiers and Eloran are out. They will bring him home safely, ada."
The king couldn't answer. The fear for his youngest son stole his voice.
TBC
Sindarin:
Ada = daddy
adar = father
Please REVIEW!
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Tolkien!!!!!!!!
Prologue
"Ada, why can't we go outside?" The five year old boy asked.
"Because I have to answer these letters, Legolas. Why don't you play with one of your friends?"
"I asked them already. They have no time, and Eloran and Filian are still in Imladris. Please, only for an hour, or maybe two. You can do that in the evening."
Thranduil laughed. "Oh, five minutes ago it was half an hour."
Legolas looked at him sadly but eventually turned around to leave the room.
The king of Mirkwood sighed. He had never been able to see his youngest son sad. After he had lost his wife his sons were all he had left. And Legolas, who had never known the love of his mother, needed him the most.
"Alright, but only one hour. You hear me?"
The young prince smiled brightly at his father and nodded. "Yes, ada. Thank you."
As they played with wooden swords and hunted each other they came deeper into the forest. The Elves had not heared anything of the orcs for a long time and so Thranduil didn't really worry about it.
But eventually he stopped the game, even though he had to admit that he had had fun, too. He always enjoyed spending time with his son.
"Legolas, how long did I want to play with you?"
"One hour." The boy said in a very tiny voice.
"Exactly. Now we are outside for three hours, until we reach the palast it will be about four hours."
"I'm sorry, ada. Are you mad at me now?"
"Of course not!" Thranduil said and the child smiled again. "But we have to go home now."
Legolas nodded.
After about ten minutes the older Elf stopped suddenly. Legolas, who had been chasing a butterfly, looked at him. "What is it, ada?" He asked for he could see that something was wrong.
"Be still!"
Legolas did as his father had told him and stood perfectily still, he held even his breath for it was obvious that his father had heared something.
And then he heared it, too. But he didn't know what it was.
The child had no time to figure out for the king suddenly picked him up.
Thranduil took Legolas in his arms and began to run towards the palace as fast as he could. What he had heared had been the voices of orcs who were talking in the tongue of Mordor, and he knew that he alone had no chance against these monsters.
Now he cursed himself for going so far away, but it was too late.
All that mattered now was to safe his son.
But within minutes there were at least thirty orcs around them.
As much as the king tried to defend Legolas, it was useless.
Suddenly Thranduil felt a stinging pain in his chest. The strenght left his body almost immediatly and his son fell to the ground.
Legolas saw his father falling. Quickly the boy was on his side and shook his shoulder. "Ada?" He whispered. "Ada!!!" This time the child's voice was shrill and fearfull.
It took all his strenght but Thranduil was able to look at his son. "Legolas ... you have to ... to go home. Run!"
The young boy cried desperatly. "But ..."
"No! You ... go now. Get help from the palace!"
With that Legolas stood up and tried to get away. He wanted to get to the palace. Maybe somebody there could safe his father's life.
But as Thranduil had feared the orcs catched him.
The child cried for help and Thranduil tried to get up. He didn't feel the terrible pain in his chest, he could only think of saving his son.
But he had already lost too much blood to get to his feet, not to think of following the orcs.
He could still hear the cries of his son as he slowly fell into unconsciousness
Eloran and Filian rode home from Imladris. They had a long ride ahead of them and were pretty tired already.
Suddenly Eloran stopped. He had seen the group of orcs leaving Mirkwood. The two princes didn't see that the orcs carried their younger brother Legolas away, and even if they had, they could have done nothing to safe him.
After the orcs were gone Eloran and Filian continued their way.
"Where do you think they are going?" Filian asked his older brother.
"Well, back to Mordor I guess."
"But they seemed to be in a hurry."
Eloran nodded. "Yes, that's strange."
They rode silent for about half an hour.
Suddenly Eloran stopped and jumped down his horse.
"What is it?" His brother asked.
"Adar!" Was all he managed to say and then he knelt next to the motionless body who was lying on the ground.
He took him in his arms carefully and looked at his brother who was now sitting next to him on the ground.
"He's alive." The crown prince whispered. "But we have to get him back to the palace."
No more words were spoken, both of them knew that their father needed help as fast as possible.
Two days later.
Thranduil slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
He was in his room.
But what had happened?
Why did his chest hurt so badly?
As much as he tried he couldn't remember.
Suddenly Filian, his second son, was on his side."Adar, can you hear me?"
The king looked up to him. "Yes." He said in a very weak voice. "What ... what happened?"
His son lowered his gaze. "Orcs attacked you."
Now everything came back to Thranduil. The orcs, the attack, his son ...
"Legolas?" He whispered.
Filian gently took his hand. "We didn't find him yet. But all the soldiers and Eloran are out. They will bring him home safely, ada."
The king couldn't answer. The fear for his youngest son stole his voice.
TBC