Title: Child of the Forest
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Lord of the Rings characters used in this story, they belong to J.R.R Tolkien.
Note: This is not an alternive reality I just changed some things from the book ( cause I needed to in order for the
story to work) So don't flame me about that!! I had this story up a wile back but I mest something up and
accedently erased my story! all of it! I had to re-write the first two chapter! So be nice!!
Summary: PG:13- Everyone but servants in the palace think that little Legolas is lucky to be a prince but no one could
know how his father treats him. . . warning: child abuse ( angst)
CHAPTER ONE
The palace of Mirkwood was large, with countles of rooms and elaborate paintings hanigng at every dim
cornor. One might get lost in the many coridors, and that was just what the little prince had done.
" Missy! Missy help I'm lost!"
His childish voice ecode of the palace walls but no help came. Finaly, giving up, the small elf barely five
years of age, slid down the closest wall, tears forming in his emarald blue eyes.
He rubed furously at them with his small fists. ' Daddy doesn't like it when I cry' he thought.
Ever since he could remember his daddy had been. . . 'strict with him' as the servants liked to say.
It was never a good Idea to get the king mad, and no one knew that better than teh kings own son.
" Legolas! "
Legolase's small, sensitive elf ears percked up.
" Legolas! oh please hurry!"
Legolas jumped up and ran toward the familiar voice.
" Missy!" he ran into her open arms
. She gave him a quick hug before gently pushing him back and grabbing his hand to pull him down the hall toward
his room.
" Legolas hunny, you most come quieck, the king is looking for you!"
Legolalses eyes widdened in fear. He was sopose to be ready for bed! Tommorow would be his first day at school.
When they got to his room, Missy quickly got out his sleep clothes and quickly chahnged him for bed.
Just as she was about to brush out his shoulder length golden hair, the king burst threw the door, his blue eyes dark
and unfathimable.
" Missy, you are dismised, I'll take over from here"
The elf woman stood there, comb in hand.
" I'm just getting the prince ready for bed. . . I. . .I can finish up. . ."
" The comb Miss, now." She reluctantly handed him the comb, giving the small elf one last look of
simpathy before leaving the nursery.
Legolas watched her go before tuning fear filled eyes back to his father.
" You have everthing, you know "
The king said queitly, steeping up behind the small child.
" Turn " He ordered.
Legolas obayed, turning around in the chair to face the mirror in fron of him. His father then prossede to
comb his hair, gently at first.
"A luxiourious house. Money, more than anyone could ever wan't."
The small prince winced as the brushes bacame faster and rougher. " Servants to wait on you hand and foot, and you
Can't. Even. Obay. What. I. Tell. YOU TO DO!"
Legolas cried out as sharp flashes of pain ran threw his scalp. His father emphasised his each word whitch each
strook of the brush. He stoped and threw the brush hard.
It hit the mirror, breaking it into a thousand peices. The king swirled the chair about to face him. He grabed his son
by the coller, lifting him and shoving his small, fragel body painfully against the stone wall. The small elf cried out, eyes
wide in panic.
" I. . . didn't mean to. . . got . . . lost. . sorry daddy. . . "
The kings eyes flashed with furry. He rouly back handed the little elf.
Legolas wimpered in pain, large,emerald, eyes fraimed by thick lashes, brimming with tears..
" You never mean to do anything! Nothing is ever your fault, well, it was your fault your mother died!
Ajesela would have been depresed at what a pittiful boy her son has become!"
He raised his fist to hit his son again.
" Daddy. . .no. . . don't . . . please,please,please. . ."
Changing his mind, he threw the boy roughly on the floor, kicking him in the ribs before stoking out of the room.
The little prince lay on the ground, gasping in pain.
Finally catching his reath, he rose, wimpering at the sharp pain in his ribs. Legolas knew his lip was split but he was
in to much shock to cry. He lay down on the soft mattress, currling up among the warm blankets.
He fell asleep almost instintaly.
A small huddled form on a large canopy bed.
* * * * *
The king of Mirkwood slammed the door to his room. Why did that child have to be so difficult. He never did
understan children. The oly reason he kept the boy was because he was his only heir.
The boy reminded him so much of his mother. Ajessela had been the most stunning elf in the whole of Mirkwood.
Her hair like spun gold and emerald eyes always shining with happinnes.
He had loved her completely and unconditionobly.
When they found out she was with child, they both had been overjoyed. But things had not gone as planned.
She had died that night, just after giving birth to a baby boy.
The child had looked nothing like him, although his resemblance to his mother was astonishing.
Fair hair and emerald eyes.
Just before she died, she had asked only that her precious baby boy be named Legolas, meaning 'child of the forest'
in elvish, for her heart had always been in the forest
. When the king had seen the utter Love in his dying wife's eyes toward the child in her arms, he new she would never
love or care for him in the way she loved and cared for Legolas, even if she had lived.
From that moment on, he had hated the boy.
Telling himself that Legolas wasn't his made it esier to be cold and harsh. And soon, he came to believe this lie. After
all, how could this beautiful child be his when not even a single feature acknowledged him as being the father.
Ajessela had died because of him. Legolas had killed. . . murdered his wife, his love and the king would punish
Legolas.
' I'v been holding back, no more of this foolishness.' he told himself 'He took all the joy and love out of my
life, and now I will do the same for him.' The king walked down the steps, entering the room filled with dimonds,
ruby's, silver and gold.
" This is my only confort, all I have left."
He laughed in glee, one might even call madness, before
blocking out everything else in the outside world but his treasure
* * * more to come. . . If you Review * * *
Authors note: Sorry that I had to take this chapeter down. Technicle difficulties and sorry it took me so long to fix it
and write another chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Lord of the Rings characters used in this story, they belong to J.R.R Tolkien.
Note: This is not an alternive reality I just changed some things from the book ( cause I needed to in order for the
story to work) So don't flame me about that!! I had this story up a wile back but I mest something up and
accedently erased my story! all of it! I had to re-write the first two chapter! So be nice!!
Summary: PG:13- Everyone but servants in the palace think that little Legolas is lucky to be a prince but no one could
know how his father treats him. . . warning: child abuse ( angst)
CHAPTER ONE
The palace of Mirkwood was large, with countles of rooms and elaborate paintings hanigng at every dim
cornor. One might get lost in the many coridors, and that was just what the little prince had done.
" Missy! Missy help I'm lost!"
His childish voice ecode of the palace walls but no help came. Finaly, giving up, the small elf barely five
years of age, slid down the closest wall, tears forming in his emarald blue eyes.
He rubed furously at them with his small fists. ' Daddy doesn't like it when I cry' he thought.
Ever since he could remember his daddy had been. . . 'strict with him' as the servants liked to say.
It was never a good Idea to get the king mad, and no one knew that better than teh kings own son.
" Legolas! "
Legolase's small, sensitive elf ears percked up.
" Legolas! oh please hurry!"
Legolas jumped up and ran toward the familiar voice.
" Missy!" he ran into her open arms
. She gave him a quick hug before gently pushing him back and grabbing his hand to pull him down the hall toward
his room.
" Legolas hunny, you most come quieck, the king is looking for you!"
Legolalses eyes widdened in fear. He was sopose to be ready for bed! Tommorow would be his first day at school.
When they got to his room, Missy quickly got out his sleep clothes and quickly chahnged him for bed.
Just as she was about to brush out his shoulder length golden hair, the king burst threw the door, his blue eyes dark
and unfathimable.
" Missy, you are dismised, I'll take over from here"
The elf woman stood there, comb in hand.
" I'm just getting the prince ready for bed. . . I. . .I can finish up. . ."
" The comb Miss, now." She reluctantly handed him the comb, giving the small elf one last look of
simpathy before leaving the nursery.
Legolas watched her go before tuning fear filled eyes back to his father.
" You have everthing, you know "
The king said queitly, steeping up behind the small child.
" Turn " He ordered.
Legolas obayed, turning around in the chair to face the mirror in fron of him. His father then prossede to
comb his hair, gently at first.
"A luxiourious house. Money, more than anyone could ever wan't."
The small prince winced as the brushes bacame faster and rougher. " Servants to wait on you hand and foot, and you
Can't. Even. Obay. What. I. Tell. YOU TO DO!"
Legolas cried out as sharp flashes of pain ran threw his scalp. His father emphasised his each word whitch each
strook of the brush. He stoped and threw the brush hard.
It hit the mirror, breaking it into a thousand peices. The king swirled the chair about to face him. He grabed his son
by the coller, lifting him and shoving his small, fragel body painfully against the stone wall. The small elf cried out, eyes
wide in panic.
" I. . . didn't mean to. . . got . . . lost. . sorry daddy. . . "
The kings eyes flashed with furry. He rouly back handed the little elf.
Legolas wimpered in pain, large,emerald, eyes fraimed by thick lashes, brimming with tears..
" You never mean to do anything! Nothing is ever your fault, well, it was your fault your mother died!
Ajesela would have been depresed at what a pittiful boy her son has become!"
He raised his fist to hit his son again.
" Daddy. . .no. . . don't . . . please,please,please. . ."
Changing his mind, he threw the boy roughly on the floor, kicking him in the ribs before stoking out of the room.
The little prince lay on the ground, gasping in pain.
Finally catching his reath, he rose, wimpering at the sharp pain in his ribs. Legolas knew his lip was split but he was
in to much shock to cry. He lay down on the soft mattress, currling up among the warm blankets.
He fell asleep almost instintaly.
A small huddled form on a large canopy bed.
* * * * *
The king of Mirkwood slammed the door to his room. Why did that child have to be so difficult. He never did
understan children. The oly reason he kept the boy was because he was his only heir.
The boy reminded him so much of his mother. Ajessela had been the most stunning elf in the whole of Mirkwood.
Her hair like spun gold and emerald eyes always shining with happinnes.
He had loved her completely and unconditionobly.
When they found out she was with child, they both had been overjoyed. But things had not gone as planned.
She had died that night, just after giving birth to a baby boy.
The child had looked nothing like him, although his resemblance to his mother was astonishing.
Fair hair and emerald eyes.
Just before she died, she had asked only that her precious baby boy be named Legolas, meaning 'child of the forest'
in elvish, for her heart had always been in the forest
. When the king had seen the utter Love in his dying wife's eyes toward the child in her arms, he new she would never
love or care for him in the way she loved and cared for Legolas, even if she had lived.
From that moment on, he had hated the boy.
Telling himself that Legolas wasn't his made it esier to be cold and harsh. And soon, he came to believe this lie. After
all, how could this beautiful child be his when not even a single feature acknowledged him as being the father.
Ajessela had died because of him. Legolas had killed. . . murdered his wife, his love and the king would punish
Legolas.
' I'v been holding back, no more of this foolishness.' he told himself 'He took all the joy and love out of my
life, and now I will do the same for him.' The king walked down the steps, entering the room filled with dimonds,
ruby's, silver and gold.
" This is my only confort, all I have left."
He laughed in glee, one might even call madness, before
blocking out everything else in the outside world but his treasure
* * * more to come. . . If you Review * * *
Authors note: Sorry that I had to take this chapeter down. Technicle difficulties and sorry it took me so long to fix it
and write another chapter.