Title: Child of the forrest
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Lord of the Ring characters used in this fanfiction.
Summary: Everyone thinks that Little Legolas is lucky to be a prince, but no one could know how his father treats him.
Note: This is not alternive univers but I had to change somethings to fit my fic. So don't flame me! Also, I'm so sad
cause I had so many reviews for my other two chapters But I had to take them down and now there gone!
So please review! It will make me feal better!!
* * * *
FOUR YEARS LATTER
" Bows ready. . . Aim. . . RELEASE!!" Multiple arrows flew threw the air, some hitting there desired target circles,
some missing them.
Legolases' own arrow swerved to the left, missing his target entirely. He sighed and re-stringed his bow,
ready to try again. Once more his arrow missed its mark.
Usually, he did very well with the bow, more than anything else. But today he just couldn't seem to concentrate. The
instructor raised his hand to signal the end of class. Legolas prepared his things to go, but he wasn't surprised when
his teacher approached him.
"May I have a word with you?"
Legolas nodded and followed the old elf. When they were alone, the intructor turned to him, face serious.
" Legolas, I must say I am disappointed in you. You usually excel in this class. Your only nine years and yet somehow
you always seem to do better than even those students who are older than you. But today you seem. . .distracted
Is there anything on your mind that you would like to discus?"
It was more of a demand than a question.
The small elf shook his head,
" No, nothing's wrong. I'm just. . . tired."
The instructor knew something was wrong, but the boy would not talk to him. ' Maybe he'd talk to his father? ' He
thought. Taking out a quill and parchment, the old elf thought of what to write, before putting it down on paper.
After addressing it to the King, he handed it to the boy.
" I want you to show this to your father and have him sign it. Bring it to me next class."
Legolas knew his father would not be happy.
" No. . . you don't have to. . .I'm fine really. . ." Legolas tried.
"I insist" The old elf said, leaving no more room for discussion
He reluctantly took the note and headed for home.
* * * * *
King Thrandiul toured the palace gardens for the first time in a long time. He hadn't been outside for ages and
had usually steered clear of the gardens.
They brought back to many memories he'd sooner than latter forget. Memories of his dear Ajesela, ah those were
happy times. . .
" Father. . . may I. . . may I have a minute. . . please?"
Annoyed at having been interrupted, the king turned toward the speaker. There stood his son, nervously fidgeting
with something in his hands. Thranduil nodded and motioned for Legolas to come forward.
The boy stretched out his hand to hand his father a folded piece of parchment.
The king took the letter and opened it.
It Read. . .
To: His majesty
I have noted a strange behavior in your son as such of late. Although he usually excels in this class,
his mind has been , else were. He would not tell me of what bothers him. I was hopping that maybe you could talk to
him and set his mind at ease. He is a good boy and I don't want him to go astray.
The instructor of Archery,
He crumbled the note and let it slip from his hand, disappointment and annoyance showing clearly on his face.
" No son of mine should do this poorly in ANY of his classes. " He said in a quiet but stern voice.
" Especially when the prince is suppose to set an example for those around him. I do not want anyone to start
thinking I do not even now how to raise up my son properly."
He said, mostly to himself, totally ignoring the positive in the letter.
Mind maid up he turned to Legolas. " Go get your bow. . .NOW "
Legolas raced to his room and retrieved his bow from
were he had left it.
Upon his return, he saw three servants put up the last of the targets that they had.
His father stood impatiently waiting for him next to two large barrels filled with sharp arrows.
" What you obviously need is practice. You have been too lazy to do anything about your obvious lack of skill.
You will not move from this spot until you have successfully shot all of these arrows onto those targets. You will not
be done until at least after dinner, so don't ask for any."
He paused thoughtfully before continuing
"If I see you in the palace before that time, I will assume you decided to disobey me and do as you pleased and you
do NOT want to anger me boy, is that understood?"
The king said crisply
" Yes father "
With a twirl of his cape, he was gone. Legolas starred at the spot were his father had just stood before turning to
the barrels of arrows which awaited him.
By the time Legolas had completed his task, his arms were aching and his fingers stiff and throbbing.
The sun had already set beyond the horizon, chilling the air around him.
Legolas hurried inside, too exhausted to even change clothes. The moment he reached his room, he stumbled to
bed and was asleep before he hit the pillow.
* * * * *
The young prince hurried along the busy streets, hoping to reach his destination quickly. He knew his father's
patience with him was growing thin and he did not want to do anything that would test it. Although his father would
be less than pleased if he were to find out what his son was up to.
It was taking longer than he thought it would have to move though the streets, though he had not expected the
street to be so occupied.
He new he had to do this.
Three days ago, while walking home, he had run in to someone.
He had not recognized the stranger at first but when he did, he was horrified at the direction their life had headed.
Penniless, houseless and half-starving were only a few of the misfortunes which had befallen her. He decided to help
her and he had spent the whole of the next days trying to figure out how to go about doing this, which was why he
had also gotten in trouble with his father yesterday, for lack of attention in his archery class.
His father never allowed him pocket money and Cook would inform his father if extra food was taken from the pantry.
Fortunately, when he thought all was lost, he had come upon a secret room filled with gold, silver and valuable gems.
Inocentely, he had taken a handful of gold coins and pocketed the money to the hand over the 'beggar'.
Which was exactecly where he was headed to at this very moment.
Turning a sharp corner, he came upon a gloomy looking alley. The elf recognized this place as the one he had
stumbled upon yesterday. There was not just one nor two poor misfortunet souls who had come to take refuge
here, but many.
Not seeing the familiar individual for which he came to see, he was about to turn back when
someone behind him called his name.
" Missy!" He ran into her arms, just like he had always done before when
she had been his nursemaid.
Legolas pulled away, eager to show her what he had brought her. He stuck his hand in
his pocket and retrieved the six coins that he had managed to find.
" Here, this is for you." He said, voice filled with hope that this meager amount would be of any consolation to her.
Her face filled with amazement which quickly turned to gratitude and love.
" Oh Legolas, Thank you so much " She said as she took the coins from him.
" Are you sure. . .that is I mean. . . that you won't get in any trouble with you father?"
She asked concerned for him.
He shook his head.
" Father doesn't know. I wish I could stay longer but he'll know I'm gone if I stay for to long. I really missed you
Missy" He gave her one more hug, before going on his way back home.
* * *
Legolas ran his hand along the cool stone of the wall trying to find a ridge or crack of any sort that would suggest
an opening.
He knew he was close but he couldn't remember the exact place that. . .ahha!
He pushed on the bump on the stone wall and it swung around revealing the room of treasures.
Legolas slipped in gazing at the vast amounts of riches. He had thought about it all day.
If what he had given Missy helped her, imagine what another handful of coins could do for her!
He reached out a hand to take a handful when suddenly the door in front of him creaked open and in came the King.
At first he didn't notice Legolas but when looked up to gaze at his treasure there was no missing the young elf froze
in place.
Thranduil's eyes flicked from the boy's face to his outstretched hand then to the gold. Realization dawned on his
features, his face alight with anger.
" WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE THREE HELLS DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!"
He strode toward his son, eyes filled with rage. Legolas backed away from his father but there was no escaping the
towering King in front of him.
" I. . . just was . . . I mean. . ."
Legolas was more frightened than he had ever been in his life.
" You were STEALING from me. . . ME!! "
He reached out and grabbed Legolas by the hair forcing him threw the door that lead to the King's private
chambers. Losing his balance, Legolas fell to his knees crying out in pain. The king ignored his son's frantic struggles
and continued to drag him across the room.
" NO one steals from me!! No one!!"
The King ragged as he lugged the boy up on the bed. He flipped the small elf face down and held him there with a
large hand on the small of his back.
" I'll teach what happens to those who steal from me!!"
He unclipped his belt and yanked down the boy's pants. The King brought the strap down on the struggling elf's
backside. Hard.
Legolas yelped in pain as the blows continued to fall on the delicate skin of his backside and the back of his thighs.
" Please. . . daddy . . . stop , please. . !"
Thranduil ignored the frantic please and continued to fiercely belt his son. Deep, angry welts started to form on the
tender skin, flecking the cream colored sheets crimson.
Legolas wailed in pain and tried to crawl away but the large man just tightened his hold increasing the force behind
each blow. Finally, the King stopped, and pushed his sobbing son of the bed. Legolas hit the floor hard.
Still breathing raggedly, The kingl grabbed the whimpering form and dragged him out of his room out into the hall
way. Some of the house hold servants had gathered around the hall, having been alerted when they heard screams
coming out of the king's bedroom.
Thranduil released his son and turned to the nearest servant.
" Get a horse ready to ride to Rivendell. . . NOW! I want him out!" He yelled.
He then turned back to his son who lay gasping on the floor. Legolas recoiled as the King reached out and snagged
him by his collar, bringing his face close to his.
" How many boy. . . How many Golden coins did you take from me?"
" And don't you even THINK of lying to me or you will experience more pain than this. " he said tightening his grip.
Legolas senses were clouded with fear and pain but he managed to answer.
" Six " he whispered.
The king let him go.
" Six. Six golden coins. For each coin you took from me, that is how many years I do not want to see your face.
You will not return here until you are summoned least I kill you out of anger!!"
The man he had sent to get the horse had returned and the king turned to him.
" Take him now, to my cousin's house the king of Rivendell"
" But my Lord . . . the prince is hurt, should we not wait until he has recovered. . ."
"GO NOW!! I do not want to see him here any longer!"
The man obeyed, putting an arm under the injured prince's knees and cradling his head before gently lifting him. He
winced as the boy moaned at the sudden movement, and headed out into the court yard were a horse awaited
them.
Carefuly, he set the small elf on the bundle of blankets he had prepared before mounting the steed.
He held the child secure with one hand and road hard to Rivendell.
* * More to come. . . If your Review!!! * *
Authors note: I won't start writing up again untill I get the number of reviews I'm aiming for. Sorry, I won't make my
expectations to high for those of you who really want me to continue. Also, If I got some spelling
mistakes, I apologize. I'm horrid at spelling.
Rivenelf
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Lord of the Ring characters used in this fanfiction.
Summary: Everyone thinks that Little Legolas is lucky to be a prince, but no one could know how his father treats him.
Note: This is not alternive univers but I had to change somethings to fit my fic. So don't flame me! Also, I'm so sad
cause I had so many reviews for my other two chapters But I had to take them down and now there gone!
So please review! It will make me feal better!!
* * * *
FOUR YEARS LATTER
" Bows ready. . . Aim. . . RELEASE!!" Multiple arrows flew threw the air, some hitting there desired target circles,
some missing them.
Legolases' own arrow swerved to the left, missing his target entirely. He sighed and re-stringed his bow,
ready to try again. Once more his arrow missed its mark.
Usually, he did very well with the bow, more than anything else. But today he just couldn't seem to concentrate. The
instructor raised his hand to signal the end of class. Legolas prepared his things to go, but he wasn't surprised when
his teacher approached him.
"May I have a word with you?"
Legolas nodded and followed the old elf. When they were alone, the intructor turned to him, face serious.
" Legolas, I must say I am disappointed in you. You usually excel in this class. Your only nine years and yet somehow
you always seem to do better than even those students who are older than you. But today you seem. . .distracted
Is there anything on your mind that you would like to discus?"
It was more of a demand than a question.
The small elf shook his head,
" No, nothing's wrong. I'm just. . . tired."
The instructor knew something was wrong, but the boy would not talk to him. ' Maybe he'd talk to his father? ' He
thought. Taking out a quill and parchment, the old elf thought of what to write, before putting it down on paper.
After addressing it to the King, he handed it to the boy.
" I want you to show this to your father and have him sign it. Bring it to me next class."
Legolas knew his father would not be happy.
" No. . . you don't have to. . .I'm fine really. . ." Legolas tried.
"I insist" The old elf said, leaving no more room for discussion
He reluctantly took the note and headed for home.
* * * * *
King Thrandiul toured the palace gardens for the first time in a long time. He hadn't been outside for ages and
had usually steered clear of the gardens.
They brought back to many memories he'd sooner than latter forget. Memories of his dear Ajesela, ah those were
happy times. . .
" Father. . . may I. . . may I have a minute. . . please?"
Annoyed at having been interrupted, the king turned toward the speaker. There stood his son, nervously fidgeting
with something in his hands. Thranduil nodded and motioned for Legolas to come forward.
The boy stretched out his hand to hand his father a folded piece of parchment.
The king took the letter and opened it.
It Read. . .
To: His majesty
I have noted a strange behavior in your son as such of late. Although he usually excels in this class,
his mind has been , else were. He would not tell me of what bothers him. I was hopping that maybe you could talk to
him and set his mind at ease. He is a good boy and I don't want him to go astray.
The instructor of Archery,
He crumbled the note and let it slip from his hand, disappointment and annoyance showing clearly on his face.
" No son of mine should do this poorly in ANY of his classes. " He said in a quiet but stern voice.
" Especially when the prince is suppose to set an example for those around him. I do not want anyone to start
thinking I do not even now how to raise up my son properly."
He said, mostly to himself, totally ignoring the positive in the letter.
Mind maid up he turned to Legolas. " Go get your bow. . .NOW "
Legolas raced to his room and retrieved his bow from
were he had left it.
Upon his return, he saw three servants put up the last of the targets that they had.
His father stood impatiently waiting for him next to two large barrels filled with sharp arrows.
" What you obviously need is practice. You have been too lazy to do anything about your obvious lack of skill.
You will not move from this spot until you have successfully shot all of these arrows onto those targets. You will not
be done until at least after dinner, so don't ask for any."
He paused thoughtfully before continuing
"If I see you in the palace before that time, I will assume you decided to disobey me and do as you pleased and you
do NOT want to anger me boy, is that understood?"
The king said crisply
" Yes father "
With a twirl of his cape, he was gone. Legolas starred at the spot were his father had just stood before turning to
the barrels of arrows which awaited him.
By the time Legolas had completed his task, his arms were aching and his fingers stiff and throbbing.
The sun had already set beyond the horizon, chilling the air around him.
Legolas hurried inside, too exhausted to even change clothes. The moment he reached his room, he stumbled to
bed and was asleep before he hit the pillow.
* * * * *
The young prince hurried along the busy streets, hoping to reach his destination quickly. He knew his father's
patience with him was growing thin and he did not want to do anything that would test it. Although his father would
be less than pleased if he were to find out what his son was up to.
It was taking longer than he thought it would have to move though the streets, though he had not expected the
street to be so occupied.
He new he had to do this.
Three days ago, while walking home, he had run in to someone.
He had not recognized the stranger at first but when he did, he was horrified at the direction their life had headed.
Penniless, houseless and half-starving were only a few of the misfortunes which had befallen her. He decided to help
her and he had spent the whole of the next days trying to figure out how to go about doing this, which was why he
had also gotten in trouble with his father yesterday, for lack of attention in his archery class.
His father never allowed him pocket money and Cook would inform his father if extra food was taken from the pantry.
Fortunately, when he thought all was lost, he had come upon a secret room filled with gold, silver and valuable gems.
Inocentely, he had taken a handful of gold coins and pocketed the money to the hand over the 'beggar'.
Which was exactecly where he was headed to at this very moment.
Turning a sharp corner, he came upon a gloomy looking alley. The elf recognized this place as the one he had
stumbled upon yesterday. There was not just one nor two poor misfortunet souls who had come to take refuge
here, but many.
Not seeing the familiar individual for which he came to see, he was about to turn back when
someone behind him called his name.
" Missy!" He ran into her arms, just like he had always done before when
she had been his nursemaid.
Legolas pulled away, eager to show her what he had brought her. He stuck his hand in
his pocket and retrieved the six coins that he had managed to find.
" Here, this is for you." He said, voice filled with hope that this meager amount would be of any consolation to her.
Her face filled with amazement which quickly turned to gratitude and love.
" Oh Legolas, Thank you so much " She said as she took the coins from him.
" Are you sure. . .that is I mean. . . that you won't get in any trouble with you father?"
She asked concerned for him.
He shook his head.
" Father doesn't know. I wish I could stay longer but he'll know I'm gone if I stay for to long. I really missed you
Missy" He gave her one more hug, before going on his way back home.
* * *
Legolas ran his hand along the cool stone of the wall trying to find a ridge or crack of any sort that would suggest
an opening.
He knew he was close but he couldn't remember the exact place that. . .ahha!
He pushed on the bump on the stone wall and it swung around revealing the room of treasures.
Legolas slipped in gazing at the vast amounts of riches. He had thought about it all day.
If what he had given Missy helped her, imagine what another handful of coins could do for her!
He reached out a hand to take a handful when suddenly the door in front of him creaked open and in came the King.
At first he didn't notice Legolas but when looked up to gaze at his treasure there was no missing the young elf froze
in place.
Thranduil's eyes flicked from the boy's face to his outstretched hand then to the gold. Realization dawned on his
features, his face alight with anger.
" WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE THREE HELLS DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!"
He strode toward his son, eyes filled with rage. Legolas backed away from his father but there was no escaping the
towering King in front of him.
" I. . . just was . . . I mean. . ."
Legolas was more frightened than he had ever been in his life.
" You were STEALING from me. . . ME!! "
He reached out and grabbed Legolas by the hair forcing him threw the door that lead to the King's private
chambers. Losing his balance, Legolas fell to his knees crying out in pain. The king ignored his son's frantic struggles
and continued to drag him across the room.
" NO one steals from me!! No one!!"
The King ragged as he lugged the boy up on the bed. He flipped the small elf face down and held him there with a
large hand on the small of his back.
" I'll teach what happens to those who steal from me!!"
He unclipped his belt and yanked down the boy's pants. The King brought the strap down on the struggling elf's
backside. Hard.
Legolas yelped in pain as the blows continued to fall on the delicate skin of his backside and the back of his thighs.
" Please. . . daddy . . . stop , please. . !"
Thranduil ignored the frantic please and continued to fiercely belt his son. Deep, angry welts started to form on the
tender skin, flecking the cream colored sheets crimson.
Legolas wailed in pain and tried to crawl away but the large man just tightened his hold increasing the force behind
each blow. Finally, the King stopped, and pushed his sobbing son of the bed. Legolas hit the floor hard.
Still breathing raggedly, The kingl grabbed the whimpering form and dragged him out of his room out into the hall
way. Some of the house hold servants had gathered around the hall, having been alerted when they heard screams
coming out of the king's bedroom.
Thranduil released his son and turned to the nearest servant.
" Get a horse ready to ride to Rivendell. . . NOW! I want him out!" He yelled.
He then turned back to his son who lay gasping on the floor. Legolas recoiled as the King reached out and snagged
him by his collar, bringing his face close to his.
" How many boy. . . How many Golden coins did you take from me?"
" And don't you even THINK of lying to me or you will experience more pain than this. " he said tightening his grip.
Legolas senses were clouded with fear and pain but he managed to answer.
" Six " he whispered.
The king let him go.
" Six. Six golden coins. For each coin you took from me, that is how many years I do not want to see your face.
You will not return here until you are summoned least I kill you out of anger!!"
The man he had sent to get the horse had returned and the king turned to him.
" Take him now, to my cousin's house the king of Rivendell"
" But my Lord . . . the prince is hurt, should we not wait until he has recovered. . ."
"GO NOW!! I do not want to see him here any longer!"
The man obeyed, putting an arm under the injured prince's knees and cradling his head before gently lifting him. He
winced as the boy moaned at the sudden movement, and headed out into the court yard were a horse awaited
them.
Carefuly, he set the small elf on the bundle of blankets he had prepared before mounting the steed.
He held the child secure with one hand and road hard to Rivendell.
* * More to come. . . If your Review!!! * *
Authors note: I won't start writing up again untill I get the number of reviews I'm aiming for. Sorry, I won't make my
expectations to high for those of you who really want me to continue. Also, If I got some spelling
mistakes, I apologize. I'm horrid at spelling.
Rivenelf