Disclaimer: Full disclaimer on first page.
I should tell you that Tylendal is my character, and he will have some parts in here where it is only him, but this story is based almost entirely on Legolas. This is not a romance or a slash, for any who worry about that sort of thing.
Also, this is kind of a Prelude to my story "Darkness Descending". They don't connect to each other a lot, maybe just references now and then in future stories. "Darkness Remembered" is book one in my Darkness Series, while Darkness Descending is book two.
Chapter Two
Legolas and Tylendal sat in the gardens, fletching new arrows. Legolas used white feathers, and Tylendal used black feathers from ravens.
They were interrupted when an elf walked through, calling for Legolas.
"The Queen Lorienel requests your presence in the Great Hall, Prince Legolas." The elf said, bowing to Legolas. With a nod, Legolas entered the palace to see what his mother wished.
~*~*~*
Lorienel saw her son coming up and smiled at him. She extended her hand to Legolas.
"Let us go for a walk." She said, smiling down at Legolas. They proceeded to walk into the forests.
They talked about things, like Legolas's classes or his training, and when they reached an old willow, twenty yards into the forest edge, they stopped.
"This old willow is where I would come when I was your age to think, and here it is I thought it would be fitting to give you something that belonged to my father." She reached into a small pouch that Legolas had not noticed, and pulled out a beautiful dagger, with a jeweled handle and shiny blade. It had a soft leather sheathe with it, and when she handed it to Legolas he pulled it out to admire it.
"Oh, thank you, Naneth!" Legolas said, tying it onto his belt. He embraced his mother, and she smiled at him.
She started to say something, but it was cut short. Legolas, who was busy examining his new dagger, looked up to see why. What he saw would be engraved in his mind forever.
His mother stood, shock and surprise on her face, and her hand went up to her throat, where the end of a black arrow could be seen. Her hand came away bloody, and with a last surprised glance, she collapsed.
Legolas heard someone screaming and realized it was him when Tylendal came rushing through the trees. The copse he and Legolas shared was the only place within hearing distance of where they were.
Seeing the Queen on the ground, Tylendal grabbed Legolas's arm and shook him harshly.
"Help, must we seek, Legolas!" Tylendal said, punctuating each word with another shake. Legolas stopped his scream, and began sobbing. He nodded, seeing the sense in the words.
They turned to go, but stopped. There nerves screamed at them, and danger was thick in the air.
Unsure what to do, they were easy to surround, and the orcs did just that. Having killed the older elf beside them, they thought to have a little fun with the two young ones.
Grinning wickedly, one orc stepped forwards. He kicked at Lorienel's prone form, and Legolas's vision misted over with red. He let out an enraged cry, and drew the dagger given to him by his mother just a few minutes before. No one would kick his mother!
Legolas leaped at the orc, ignoring Tylendal's shouts. With a frustrated sigh, Tylendal drew his twin swords and attacked as well.
There were seven orcs, and against the two elflings they should have done easily enough. But Legolas and Tylendal were exceptional in their weapons training, and both were spurred on by fury.
Legolas felt salty tears run down his cheeks as he fought, killing one and attacking another. Three of the seven orcs were left, and they did not want to fight any more. Turning to run, they were pierced by elven arrows that flew over the young elflings.
Elves ran into the clearing around the old willow, and looked in horror at the prone Queen. Some rushed forwards and immediately began tending to her.
Legolas was taken back to the Palace, and he was brought to his father. The King had been told the news, and silent tears ran down his face as he embraced his son. Legolas knew then that his mother had gone to the Halls of Mandos, and nothing that was said could comfort him. He and his father stayed with each other through the night, as the Kingdom mourned the loss of its beloved Queen.
~*~*~*
"Lord Elrond," Thranduil said, and Elrond nodded. The Rivendell delegation had appeared moments before, and the Lord of Rivendell had been ushered immediately to the King. Elrond noticed the strain upon the Elven King's face, and the intense sadness in his eyes. The grief was obvious in the Mirkwood elves. He followed Thranduil into the palace, where they went into the privacy of the library.
"Thranduil, what is the matter here? What happened?" Elrond said without preamble.
"Lorienel.was attacked. By orcs. She was killed." Thranduil said in a choked voice, trying to hold back more sobs. Elrond's stern face softened considerably, and he placed a comforting and sympathetic hand upon Thranduil's shoulder.
~*~*~*
Legolas watched as the Rivendell group came in as well, all the elves mingling in with each other and speaking of the doings in the other kingdoms.
With a sigh, he stood and retreated higher into the branches, out of hearing distance of any below him. Settling down, he let himself drift away into his thoughts.
~*~*~*
Elladan and Elrohir wandered Mirkwood's grounds, listening to the speech of the elves around them, they found nothing interesting to do.
Seeing the gardens, they decided there would be more interest there, and headed towards them. Moving along the paved path, they saw a large, ancient willow tree with tall branches, and huddled in the highest ones was the small shape of an elfling, probably about the same age as they were.
The young elf in the tree moved and began to descend, and Elladan pushed his younger twin into the nearby bushes.
They caught a glimpse of golden blonde hair, and somber-looking blue eyes that were filled with immense sadness. The elf walked past their bush without seeing them, and continued on, making no more sound than the shadows about him.
Once he was past, Elladan turned and pulled Elrohir out of the bush, brushing leaves and dirt off their tunics. Turning, they headed towards the Palace, where they saw their father talking with the King of Mirkwood.
Coming up beside their father, they nodded respectfully to King Thranduil and watched the proceedings with interest. A large feast was set out, and the elves of all three kingdoms seated among each other, talking and laughing.
The death of the Queen was known to all now, but the slight sorrow that still hung about like a dark cloud was almost forgotten in the midst of the merry-making.
"Ah, here he is. Elladan, Elrohir, I would like you to meet the Prince Legolas, son of Thranduil." Their father said, directing their attention away from the festivities.
And they found themselves facing the same somber eyed elf they had seen in the gardens. He watched them with flashing eyes, nodding in greeting. He turned, whispered something to his father, and left the feast to go into the gardens.
Thranduil watched after him with sympathetic and concerned eyes. Elrond understood, since he too had lost his wife to orcs. Elladan and Elrohir remembered the grief and pain of her death, and knew what the young elf was going through.
"Why don't you follow the young prince? You know what he goes through, and might be able to help him." Elrond whispered to his sons as he watched Thranduil. He and the King might need to have a talk.
~*~*~*
Legolas had immediately sought the comfort of his friend. He found Tylendal in the gardens, in his usual spot beneath a huge bush with flowering Morning Glories. Tylendal had always had trouble revealing his emotions, and so is grief was not evident, except in the way of his eyes and body posture. The normally proud elfling slumped against the support of the bush, and his head was bowed.
He looked up as Legolas approached, and forgot his own troubles for a moment.
Tylendal had to spend a long time convincing Legolas that it was not his fault. The elf prince had been certain that if he had not hesitated and had sensed the orcs earlier, his mother may have been saved. In the end, it was Tylendal's unswaying confidence and frequent reassurances that he could not have known the orcs were there, because they were never that near the Palace before and he could not help but hesitate, for the shock and surprise would have done that to anyone, that made Legolas see that he could not have been responsible.
What Legolas did not know was that the confidence came from the fact that Tylendal thought it was his entire fault. He had mentally berated himself over and over again for the events of that day, and nothing said or done by anyone had done anything to repute that.
Legolas was hard put to argue with him, and finally nodded, knowing he would not convince Tylendal otherwise. He was about to say more, when someone behind them politely cleared his throat.
Turning to look, he saw the twin sons of Elrond that he had just met standing on the path.
"Tylendal, these are the Lords Elladan and Elrohir, sons of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. This is my friend Tylendal." Legolas said. The twins seemed nice enough, and he had heard a lot of them from the gossip from warriors who had visited Rivendell. Their reputation for pranks and their sense of humor was the most notable.
He could not tell them apart yet, but nodded to each. Tylendal watched with curious distrust, like he watched everyone he did not know well.
"Our father suggested we get to know each other a little better, and we thought we could meet you in a way that was not formal." The one on the right said, shifting nervously at Tylendal's intense stare.
"Greetings, I give." Tylendal said warily, not elaborating, and the twins seemed just as interested in his strange way of speaking as Legolas was when he first heard it.
"That is quite all right. We don't like all that 'my lord' and stuff. We were told you didn't either." The other said, looking at Legolas. With a long-suffering sigh, Legolas nodded. He gave them a tentative, half-hearted smile, and they grinned broadly back.
"I'm Legolas, as you know. Forgive me, but which was which?" He said, eyeing the identical brothers with misgiving. It would not do to keep forgetting who was who.
"I'm Elladan." One said with a barely contained snicker.
"And I'm Elrohir." The other said, controlling himself better than his brother.
"Or am I Elrohir?" The first said, as if he forgot all the time. His brother made a face, and shoved him, sending him sprawling.
"The prince is confused enough, Elladan. Leave off for now." He scolded, causing Legolas to smile slightly once more. He can manage with these two.
Tylendal gave a derisive snort, and stood, saying he had some business to attend to. Turning, he walked up the path, towards the palace.
"I worry about him. I wish I knew what the matter was." Legolas spoke up suddenly, noting his friend's obvious lie to get away. Why did he desire all of the solitary privacy?
"Do you not know?" Elrohir (or was it Elladan?) asked in surprise. Legolas shook his head, wondering what they saw that he missed.
"He thinks it was his fault your mother died." Elladan (Elrohir?) stated without preamble.
"How do you know that?" Legolas asked, quite surprised even though he shouldn't be. It would be like Tylendal to take the blame.
"His eyes, he may be an expert at keeping his emotions out of sight, but his eyes give him away. Looks of guilt always appear whenever the Queen or the battle is mentioned." One said.
"Can we do something about it?" Legolas asked worriedly. He had already been convinced by himself and by others that it was not his fault. He had not even thought about Tylendal taking the blame. His concern for his friend deepened at the thought.
"Maybe, we just need to get him out of that shell he put himself in." The other said with an eager grin, and his twin smiled wickedly at the thought of the pranks they could pull, ones labeled "harmless".
~*~*~*
As soon as Tylendal stepped into the Palace's main hall he ran smack dab into another elf.
He stumbled back, anger at his own inattention flaring up suddenly. He was not paying attention again. Just like when he was not paying attention to hear the trouble with the Queen. The other elf was not prepared for the collision and staggered back as well. Judging from his outfit, and the sheer aura of power about him, he was an elf lord, and his clothing spoke strongly of Rivendell.
"Your pardon, I beg." He said hesitantly and with profound embarrassment overriding his anger for a moment. "Intrude, I did not intend." he stopped as the elf lord waved a hand dismissively.
"It is I who should apologize." The elf lord said, smiling at the slightly apprehensive look in the younger elf's eyes.
"No harm to either, so, I think, good it would be for me to return to my place." He whispered, and before the elf lord could respond he slipped away and disappeared through one of the doors, heading up to a place where he could have the privacy he so much needed.
"I see you have met Tylendal the Grim." One of the Mirkwood elves called out. The elf lord, Glorfindel, turned curiously to the elf.
"'Tylendal the Grim?' is that his name?" He repeated. That would be an odd name for an elf. The elves within hearing distance laughed.
"Tylendal is his name. 'Tylendal the Grim' was a title given to him by Prince Legolas, and we have just adopted it. He does not mind." The elf replied.
Indeed, the elf had seemed rather somber, unusual for a child. With a last glance, Glorfindel went about with the other elves, talking to old friends that he had not seen in many a year.
~*~*~*
Legolas talked with Elladan and Elrohir, and they had also talked to him about dealing with his mother's death. They too had lost their mother, and were able to lesson his grief on the subject. That did not help Tylendal any. It was obvious from the way he had abruptly left the company of Legolas when Elladan and Elrohir arrived showed that he did not feel up to discussing anything, nor did he wish for pity or reassurance that it was not his fault.
With a sigh, Legolas stood and left the company of the twins, heading to his own chambers.
He slid into his bed a few moments later, welcoming the blissful darkness of sleep.
And he dreamed.
~*~*~*
Tylendal, unsure of where to go, let his feet take him anywhere. He found himself outside the doors to the library, and on an impulse he went inside. He rather liked the library. It was quiet and peaceful.
Once again climbing gracefully to the top of the tall bookcases, he perched there and thought.
~*~*~*
Legolas snapped awake, tears streaming down his face, hastily detangling himself from his bed sheets. Stumbling to his feet, he fumbled for the window and shoved it open, staring at the night sky studded with stars. He took deep breaths of the cool air.
He had a horrible dream. He had watched time and time again as his mother went down, pierced by an orcish arrow, and each time was worst than the last, more frightening with more orcs involved.
He leaned his head against the smooth window sill, closing his eyes. With another deep breath, he stood and reached to a bedside table, grasping at the smooth leather of the dagger his mother had given him.
Drawing the blade, he ran a hand over the cool steel, tracing the elvish inscriptions. He fondled the ivory hilt, gilded with gold, marveling at the craftsmanship.
Sheathing it again, he laid it upon the table and fell into a dreamless sleep.
~*~*~*
Tamara: Something will happen to Tylendal later on!
Coolio02: Thank you for your review!
Aglarien: Thank you! I'm glad you like my story so much!
Soulsearcher: Can't leave a long review? That is a long review! I like Tylendal too; he is my character! (Other than Sirithiliel, who is in another story of mine, so she can't be in this one) I thought it would be interesting to do a Legolas childhood.
I should tell you that Tylendal is my character, and he will have some parts in here where it is only him, but this story is based almost entirely on Legolas. This is not a romance or a slash, for any who worry about that sort of thing.
Also, this is kind of a Prelude to my story "Darkness Descending". They don't connect to each other a lot, maybe just references now and then in future stories. "Darkness Remembered" is book one in my Darkness Series, while Darkness Descending is book two.
Chapter Two
Legolas and Tylendal sat in the gardens, fletching new arrows. Legolas used white feathers, and Tylendal used black feathers from ravens.
They were interrupted when an elf walked through, calling for Legolas.
"The Queen Lorienel requests your presence in the Great Hall, Prince Legolas." The elf said, bowing to Legolas. With a nod, Legolas entered the palace to see what his mother wished.
~*~*~*
Lorienel saw her son coming up and smiled at him. She extended her hand to Legolas.
"Let us go for a walk." She said, smiling down at Legolas. They proceeded to walk into the forests.
They talked about things, like Legolas's classes or his training, and when they reached an old willow, twenty yards into the forest edge, they stopped.
"This old willow is where I would come when I was your age to think, and here it is I thought it would be fitting to give you something that belonged to my father." She reached into a small pouch that Legolas had not noticed, and pulled out a beautiful dagger, with a jeweled handle and shiny blade. It had a soft leather sheathe with it, and when she handed it to Legolas he pulled it out to admire it.
"Oh, thank you, Naneth!" Legolas said, tying it onto his belt. He embraced his mother, and she smiled at him.
She started to say something, but it was cut short. Legolas, who was busy examining his new dagger, looked up to see why. What he saw would be engraved in his mind forever.
His mother stood, shock and surprise on her face, and her hand went up to her throat, where the end of a black arrow could be seen. Her hand came away bloody, and with a last surprised glance, she collapsed.
Legolas heard someone screaming and realized it was him when Tylendal came rushing through the trees. The copse he and Legolas shared was the only place within hearing distance of where they were.
Seeing the Queen on the ground, Tylendal grabbed Legolas's arm and shook him harshly.
"Help, must we seek, Legolas!" Tylendal said, punctuating each word with another shake. Legolas stopped his scream, and began sobbing. He nodded, seeing the sense in the words.
They turned to go, but stopped. There nerves screamed at them, and danger was thick in the air.
Unsure what to do, they were easy to surround, and the orcs did just that. Having killed the older elf beside them, they thought to have a little fun with the two young ones.
Grinning wickedly, one orc stepped forwards. He kicked at Lorienel's prone form, and Legolas's vision misted over with red. He let out an enraged cry, and drew the dagger given to him by his mother just a few minutes before. No one would kick his mother!
Legolas leaped at the orc, ignoring Tylendal's shouts. With a frustrated sigh, Tylendal drew his twin swords and attacked as well.
There were seven orcs, and against the two elflings they should have done easily enough. But Legolas and Tylendal were exceptional in their weapons training, and both were spurred on by fury.
Legolas felt salty tears run down his cheeks as he fought, killing one and attacking another. Three of the seven orcs were left, and they did not want to fight any more. Turning to run, they were pierced by elven arrows that flew over the young elflings.
Elves ran into the clearing around the old willow, and looked in horror at the prone Queen. Some rushed forwards and immediately began tending to her.
Legolas was taken back to the Palace, and he was brought to his father. The King had been told the news, and silent tears ran down his face as he embraced his son. Legolas knew then that his mother had gone to the Halls of Mandos, and nothing that was said could comfort him. He and his father stayed with each other through the night, as the Kingdom mourned the loss of its beloved Queen.
~*~*~*
"Lord Elrond," Thranduil said, and Elrond nodded. The Rivendell delegation had appeared moments before, and the Lord of Rivendell had been ushered immediately to the King. Elrond noticed the strain upon the Elven King's face, and the intense sadness in his eyes. The grief was obvious in the Mirkwood elves. He followed Thranduil into the palace, where they went into the privacy of the library.
"Thranduil, what is the matter here? What happened?" Elrond said without preamble.
"Lorienel.was attacked. By orcs. She was killed." Thranduil said in a choked voice, trying to hold back more sobs. Elrond's stern face softened considerably, and he placed a comforting and sympathetic hand upon Thranduil's shoulder.
~*~*~*
Legolas watched as the Rivendell group came in as well, all the elves mingling in with each other and speaking of the doings in the other kingdoms.
With a sigh, he stood and retreated higher into the branches, out of hearing distance of any below him. Settling down, he let himself drift away into his thoughts.
~*~*~*
Elladan and Elrohir wandered Mirkwood's grounds, listening to the speech of the elves around them, they found nothing interesting to do.
Seeing the gardens, they decided there would be more interest there, and headed towards them. Moving along the paved path, they saw a large, ancient willow tree with tall branches, and huddled in the highest ones was the small shape of an elfling, probably about the same age as they were.
The young elf in the tree moved and began to descend, and Elladan pushed his younger twin into the nearby bushes.
They caught a glimpse of golden blonde hair, and somber-looking blue eyes that were filled with immense sadness. The elf walked past their bush without seeing them, and continued on, making no more sound than the shadows about him.
Once he was past, Elladan turned and pulled Elrohir out of the bush, brushing leaves and dirt off their tunics. Turning, they headed towards the Palace, where they saw their father talking with the King of Mirkwood.
Coming up beside their father, they nodded respectfully to King Thranduil and watched the proceedings with interest. A large feast was set out, and the elves of all three kingdoms seated among each other, talking and laughing.
The death of the Queen was known to all now, but the slight sorrow that still hung about like a dark cloud was almost forgotten in the midst of the merry-making.
"Ah, here he is. Elladan, Elrohir, I would like you to meet the Prince Legolas, son of Thranduil." Their father said, directing their attention away from the festivities.
And they found themselves facing the same somber eyed elf they had seen in the gardens. He watched them with flashing eyes, nodding in greeting. He turned, whispered something to his father, and left the feast to go into the gardens.
Thranduil watched after him with sympathetic and concerned eyes. Elrond understood, since he too had lost his wife to orcs. Elladan and Elrohir remembered the grief and pain of her death, and knew what the young elf was going through.
"Why don't you follow the young prince? You know what he goes through, and might be able to help him." Elrond whispered to his sons as he watched Thranduil. He and the King might need to have a talk.
~*~*~*
Legolas had immediately sought the comfort of his friend. He found Tylendal in the gardens, in his usual spot beneath a huge bush with flowering Morning Glories. Tylendal had always had trouble revealing his emotions, and so is grief was not evident, except in the way of his eyes and body posture. The normally proud elfling slumped against the support of the bush, and his head was bowed.
He looked up as Legolas approached, and forgot his own troubles for a moment.
Tylendal had to spend a long time convincing Legolas that it was not his fault. The elf prince had been certain that if he had not hesitated and had sensed the orcs earlier, his mother may have been saved. In the end, it was Tylendal's unswaying confidence and frequent reassurances that he could not have known the orcs were there, because they were never that near the Palace before and he could not help but hesitate, for the shock and surprise would have done that to anyone, that made Legolas see that he could not have been responsible.
What Legolas did not know was that the confidence came from the fact that Tylendal thought it was his entire fault. He had mentally berated himself over and over again for the events of that day, and nothing said or done by anyone had done anything to repute that.
Legolas was hard put to argue with him, and finally nodded, knowing he would not convince Tylendal otherwise. He was about to say more, when someone behind them politely cleared his throat.
Turning to look, he saw the twin sons of Elrond that he had just met standing on the path.
"Tylendal, these are the Lords Elladan and Elrohir, sons of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. This is my friend Tylendal." Legolas said. The twins seemed nice enough, and he had heard a lot of them from the gossip from warriors who had visited Rivendell. Their reputation for pranks and their sense of humor was the most notable.
He could not tell them apart yet, but nodded to each. Tylendal watched with curious distrust, like he watched everyone he did not know well.
"Our father suggested we get to know each other a little better, and we thought we could meet you in a way that was not formal." The one on the right said, shifting nervously at Tylendal's intense stare.
"Greetings, I give." Tylendal said warily, not elaborating, and the twins seemed just as interested in his strange way of speaking as Legolas was when he first heard it.
"That is quite all right. We don't like all that 'my lord' and stuff. We were told you didn't either." The other said, looking at Legolas. With a long-suffering sigh, Legolas nodded. He gave them a tentative, half-hearted smile, and they grinned broadly back.
"I'm Legolas, as you know. Forgive me, but which was which?" He said, eyeing the identical brothers with misgiving. It would not do to keep forgetting who was who.
"I'm Elladan." One said with a barely contained snicker.
"And I'm Elrohir." The other said, controlling himself better than his brother.
"Or am I Elrohir?" The first said, as if he forgot all the time. His brother made a face, and shoved him, sending him sprawling.
"The prince is confused enough, Elladan. Leave off for now." He scolded, causing Legolas to smile slightly once more. He can manage with these two.
Tylendal gave a derisive snort, and stood, saying he had some business to attend to. Turning, he walked up the path, towards the palace.
"I worry about him. I wish I knew what the matter was." Legolas spoke up suddenly, noting his friend's obvious lie to get away. Why did he desire all of the solitary privacy?
"Do you not know?" Elrohir (or was it Elladan?) asked in surprise. Legolas shook his head, wondering what they saw that he missed.
"He thinks it was his fault your mother died." Elladan (Elrohir?) stated without preamble.
"How do you know that?" Legolas asked, quite surprised even though he shouldn't be. It would be like Tylendal to take the blame.
"His eyes, he may be an expert at keeping his emotions out of sight, but his eyes give him away. Looks of guilt always appear whenever the Queen or the battle is mentioned." One said.
"Can we do something about it?" Legolas asked worriedly. He had already been convinced by himself and by others that it was not his fault. He had not even thought about Tylendal taking the blame. His concern for his friend deepened at the thought.
"Maybe, we just need to get him out of that shell he put himself in." The other said with an eager grin, and his twin smiled wickedly at the thought of the pranks they could pull, ones labeled "harmless".
~*~*~*
As soon as Tylendal stepped into the Palace's main hall he ran smack dab into another elf.
He stumbled back, anger at his own inattention flaring up suddenly. He was not paying attention again. Just like when he was not paying attention to hear the trouble with the Queen. The other elf was not prepared for the collision and staggered back as well. Judging from his outfit, and the sheer aura of power about him, he was an elf lord, and his clothing spoke strongly of Rivendell.
"Your pardon, I beg." He said hesitantly and with profound embarrassment overriding his anger for a moment. "Intrude, I did not intend." he stopped as the elf lord waved a hand dismissively.
"It is I who should apologize." The elf lord said, smiling at the slightly apprehensive look in the younger elf's eyes.
"No harm to either, so, I think, good it would be for me to return to my place." He whispered, and before the elf lord could respond he slipped away and disappeared through one of the doors, heading up to a place where he could have the privacy he so much needed.
"I see you have met Tylendal the Grim." One of the Mirkwood elves called out. The elf lord, Glorfindel, turned curiously to the elf.
"'Tylendal the Grim?' is that his name?" He repeated. That would be an odd name for an elf. The elves within hearing distance laughed.
"Tylendal is his name. 'Tylendal the Grim' was a title given to him by Prince Legolas, and we have just adopted it. He does not mind." The elf replied.
Indeed, the elf had seemed rather somber, unusual for a child. With a last glance, Glorfindel went about with the other elves, talking to old friends that he had not seen in many a year.
~*~*~*
Legolas talked with Elladan and Elrohir, and they had also talked to him about dealing with his mother's death. They too had lost their mother, and were able to lesson his grief on the subject. That did not help Tylendal any. It was obvious from the way he had abruptly left the company of Legolas when Elladan and Elrohir arrived showed that he did not feel up to discussing anything, nor did he wish for pity or reassurance that it was not his fault.
With a sigh, Legolas stood and left the company of the twins, heading to his own chambers.
He slid into his bed a few moments later, welcoming the blissful darkness of sleep.
And he dreamed.
~*~*~*
Tylendal, unsure of where to go, let his feet take him anywhere. He found himself outside the doors to the library, and on an impulse he went inside. He rather liked the library. It was quiet and peaceful.
Once again climbing gracefully to the top of the tall bookcases, he perched there and thought.
~*~*~*
Legolas snapped awake, tears streaming down his face, hastily detangling himself from his bed sheets. Stumbling to his feet, he fumbled for the window and shoved it open, staring at the night sky studded with stars. He took deep breaths of the cool air.
He had a horrible dream. He had watched time and time again as his mother went down, pierced by an orcish arrow, and each time was worst than the last, more frightening with more orcs involved.
He leaned his head against the smooth window sill, closing his eyes. With another deep breath, he stood and reached to a bedside table, grasping at the smooth leather of the dagger his mother had given him.
Drawing the blade, he ran a hand over the cool steel, tracing the elvish inscriptions. He fondled the ivory hilt, gilded with gold, marveling at the craftsmanship.
Sheathing it again, he laid it upon the table and fell into a dreamless sleep.
~*~*~*
Tamara: Something will happen to Tylendal later on!
Coolio02: Thank you for your review!
Aglarien: Thank you! I'm glad you like my story so much!
Soulsearcher: Can't leave a long review? That is a long review! I like Tylendal too; he is my character! (Other than Sirithiliel, who is in another story of mine, so she can't be in this one) I thought it would be interesting to do a Legolas childhood.