I neither created nor own Thranduil, Legolas, Greenwood the Great, Middle Earth, nor any other creation of J. R. R. Tolkien's. I did create Lathwinn, Beldoron, and Tirgol.

This story is for entertainment purposes only so please read and be entertained. :)

Honey-gold hair nearly brushed the ceiling of an underground hall of Greenwood the Great. The broad shoulders beneath caused another ellon to stay one step ahead of their bearer, so the two would not brush the walls striding side by side. A crown of interwoven branches graced the brow of this leader. The circlet almost matched his locks, which were red-brown like the underside of tree-bark.

The honey-haired ellon had donned an emerald blue tunic. The other was garbed in emerald green. From beneath both tunics emerged billowing sleeves whiter than clouds.

The pair paused before a door. An elleth opened it. Her lips were pursed, but twitched upwards at the corners. Her brows were drawn together over sparkling eyes.

The broader ellon blinked back tears. His grin wavered, yet broadened. His booming voice shook. "We are here to see our brother."

The elleth allowed her lips to twitch up into a full smile. She stood aside. The crowned ellon entered first. He had to step quick, for the other's longer strides nearly landed on his heels. They both hastened through the outer room into the inner.

There their father sat upon the edge of his bed. He wore a crown greater than his eldest son's with branches already budding. He turned, showing shoulders nearly as broad as his second son's. While the younger ellon's hair shone bright and warm, his father's gleamed pale and cold. The King looked up at his sons from his seat upon the mattress. Then he smiled and rose revealing his wife. She had been sitting cross-legged beside him.

Lathwinn's elder son resembled her much in face, except his was longer like Thranduil's. Her second-born had a square face like hers, but now dwarfed she who had once carried him within her. Both gave their king a quick nod of respect before approaching their mother. They each went down upon one knee before her.

With a smug grin, Lathwinn lowered the bundle she was holding. The treasure was wrapped in a blanket white as their shirts. The two sons of Thranduil bent over to peer within.

A tiny face was revealed. Pinkish skin wrinkled here and there. A mouth puckered beneath closed eyes. The babe sucked a finger in sleep. His eldest brother's eyes widened. "Why he has Adar's hair!"

A growl came from his side. "Is that so marvelous, brother?"

Tirgol glanced first at his glaring brother and then up to see his mother arching an eyebrow at him. He gave her a polite smile. "My apologies, Nanneth. He is lovely."

Lathwinn's largest son ceased glaring at his brother to meet her gaze with a grin. "More than lovely."

Lathwinn raised both eyebrows, but smiled as she straightened her back before nodding. "Thank you for your opinions, my sons."

Beldoron grinned as he bent over the bundle again. "How soon can we play with him?"

Lathwinn arched an eyebrow again. "Not for a few months yet."

Her eldest stared down at her youngest again. "He is smaller than Beldoron was. I thought he was born on time. Was he early after all?"

Lathwinn lifted her face to the ceiling and groaned. Thranduil smirked. Beldoron ceased grinning upon his younger brother to glare upon his elder once more. "What? Do you think he must grow up to be as big as me? You did not."

Lathwinn tilted her head back down to smile upon Beldoron. "Indeed ioneg. He was both born on time and his proper size. I think he shall not even be as tall as Tirgol. He may remain short as I."

Beldoron's eyebrows flew up. "Oh." He looked back down into the face of the babe. "Sorry, little one."

Lathwinn glared, but Tirgol spoke as he continued to stare at his new brother. "So, do we call him Thranduilion or Lathwinion?"

Lathwinn smiled. "Neither ... at least not often. We have already named him Legolas."

Both elder brothers looked up to stare at her. Tirgol spoke first. "Legolas ... Greenleaf?"

Beldoron interrupted. "Perhaps you should give this name-choosing more time, Nanneth."

Lathwinn scowled. Before she could do more, Thranduil interrupted. His voice was low, yet resonated throughout the room. "No. His name is Legolas. Greenleaf. For he has come from that which was called 'dead-wood' and was not."

Lathwinn smiled softly, but closed her eyes as a tear left one. She bent her head and swallowed. Beldoron leaned forward and placed his large hand on her small shoulder, engulfing it. He gave a gentle squeeze. His voice also lowered, but softened. "Of course. He is Legolas."

Lathwinn looked up again with a wider smile. Her eldest looked back down upon her youngest with a brisk nod. "Just so."

This came to me after I posted the first chapter, so I decided to add it. Though they've been in my vision of Green Wood the Great from nearly the beginning, Legolas' brothers hardly get to do anything in these stories. I thought you might like to get to know them a bit. :)

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God Bless all of you!

ScribeofHeroes