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Anonymous

I love this story! Sorry I'm one of those people who likes a good evil Thranduil story! It has to be very good for me to like it. Just wondering is this going to be slash? I hope not, I respect people who like and write that stuff but I 'm a traditionalist on love relationships. Don't get me wrong, I respect those relationships in real life, but It does not mean I agree with them.
I really like how in all these kind of stories Elrond's comes to Legolas' help. It makes Elrond's more sentimental and not a aloof know it all Lord.

Hi Anonymous! I like those kind of evil thranduil stories too! No slash, sorry. I don't really like slashes at all. It just ruins the story, plus this is the book part which legolas is in his childhood/adolescence. I don't agree with those kind of relationships. I hope you like how the story turns out!

Kimberly

very intresting story so far! )

Thanks! I hope you will still enjoy it as the story goes along.

GUYS! PLEASE R&R! I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE LISTENING TO YOUR OPINIONS!

Chapter II: Innocence

3062nd year of the Second Age

22nd day of Firith (Fading)

Thranduil's Palace, Mirkwood Forest

(Five human years of age)

Sundown

Glorfindel was pacing. Erestor was confused.

"What are we doing? We are facing, and visiting a cruel tyrant!" Glorfindel said, aggravation clearly in his voice.

"Áva quetë!" (Be quiet!) Erestor growled. "You do not know if there is anyone nearby!"

"Faica umbar!" (Mean fate!) the blonde warrior muttered. "I do not know what to do! Simply because a child was curious does not mean you beat the poor thing!"

"Beat the child?" Erestor whispered. "Tell me, Glorfindel, what happened while I was not there!"

Erestor was not present at the feast, for he had much work to do. Glorfindel went in his stead. Explaining what had happened earlier in the day, Glorfindel's angry voice grew louder and louder. Erestor's face, on the other hand, was turning paler. Erestor was very distressed at the news. Ai, what had Elrond thought? he wondered.

As if reading his mind, Glorfindel replied, "Elrond excused himself from the table and left early. What do you think he will do?"

Then, the door opened.

"I will have to do something for that poor child." Elrond said suddenly, appearing at the doorway.

Erestor and Glorfindel turned and put questioning looks on their faces. Elrond told him of what he knew so far.

"I followed that child out the door. He is barely eating enough and nobody takes care of him. His name is Legolas, or Green-leaf. He has told me that he was blamed for his own mother's death and was treated poorly by his father. I want to care for him and bring him back with us. Somehow I can discover more information from him later." The elven lord spat bitterly.

Still confused, Erestor asked, "But how will we be able to bring him back? We will have to ask the King!"

Elrond nodded.

"I guess that is the best we can do." Glorfindel said.

A servant knocked at their door.

"Yes?"

"Heru en Amin? (My lord (Unfamiliar)) I am to take you and your friends to your bedroom chambers now."

"Thank you." Erestor replied.

The servant led the group of three near the healing houses. There was a hallway of doors, all closed. Except one. The servant bowed.

"It will take me a while to prepare your rooms, if you do not mind."

Elrond waited patiently, and noticed a door, slightly ajar. He peeked in, wondering what these other rooms would be like. Scanning the insides, he saw a painting of the king with his late wife, holding a baby. There was a large balcony window, with a big tree branch going through it and created a roof for the bed. On the bed was the little elfling. He was sleeping, and his expression shown sorrow and despair.

Erestor went next to the lord and asked, "Is this the one you were talking about?"

Elrond did not answer his question and continued staring at the small child.

The servant immediately came out of a room and said, "My lord, they are ready." The servant saw what they were looking at, and went into the room and woke up the elfling. He shooed it away and stepped back out.

"I am sorry, do not worry about such a thing." he muttered hastily.

"Who is he?" Glorfindel asked.

"He is merely a useless peasant, a disgrace. The King said it himself."

Dumfounded, the trio was anchored to the spot as they processed the imformation was passed. The King? Elrond thought. The servant showed each elf to their own rooms, and left them to sleep.

23rd, Morning

Legolas was frightened that the visitors had saw him. Saw him where he didn't belong! What was he thinking? He ran outside, going deep into the forest. Any person would have said he was a fool to enter too deep, but Legolas knew what he was doing. The trees instructed him where to go, or if danger was near. He was one out of a little amount of elves who could communicate with trees. Climbing his old willow, he wondered what to do. Galion would be looking for him. And sure enough, Galion was coming, raging like an angry lion stole of his prey. He climbed up the willow tree and cursed at the agility of the elfling. grabbing hold of Legolas' ankle, he jerked down hard, pulling the unfortunate elfling down to the ground.

At first, Legolas was very dizzy, but he knew it wasn't going to be the only time he will be. Galion jumped down, and grabbed the elfling's hands.

"You are going to come with me, Yrch." Galion hissed through clenched teeth.

Holding his hands together, Galion bound them with rope. He held the other end of the rope and jerked it, trying to make Legolas stumble.

Elrond had woken, and had brought the other elves to his chamber. Breakfast was brought in trays and the elves were soon alone. They ate silently, pondering the next action they should take. They took a walk around the palace, glimpsing here and there for the elfling. Soon, they had heard cries of pain.

"Where is it coming from?" Erestor asked.

"The armory. Come!" Glorfindel said.

They all hurried toward the source of the sound, and crept around the corner where the armory was. Elrond looked around the door. He hissed in anger. The child's hands were tied and Galion, Thranduil's assistant, had a leather strap in hand.

He brought it down again, but this time the strap was caught in another elf's hand.

"DARO! (Stop!)" Elrond barked. "Why do you beat this child so? He has done nothing wrong! It is sin in the Valar's eyes!"

"It is also a sin for a child to kill its own mother." Galion spat, eyes blazing in anger.

"You will continue none of this," Erestor said, glaring at the elf.

Glorfindel carefully picked up the sobbing elflng and went out the door with the others following him.

"It is our last day here. We must ask the king immediately about taking away the elfling." Glorfindel whispered.

Elrond nodded in agreement.

"We must not waste anymore time."

Legolas opened his eyes, and realized he was being carried. He saw Lord Elrond of Rivendell lead them to the doorway to the main hall. Oh no! I shouldn't be here! Legolas thought.

He struggled until a warm voice like trickling water said,"Shhhh, little one. Relax. Everything will be fine."

Legolas turned his head around and saw the face of whom was carrying him. A radiating, smiling, face greeted him, amber eyes twinkling. The big elf had golden hair just like him! Or, what he was, when ada still liked him. Instantly comforted, Legolas closed his eyes.

Glorfindel comforted the child, and took a good at his face. It was just like how Lord Elrond described him. Bruised, dirty, and piercing dark blue eyes. He shuddered, suddenly realizing what this elfling looked like. No, that can't be, you fool, Glorfindel thought.

Elrond bowed his head in respect, and said, "My Lord, we beg you a question."

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