Authors Note: Thank you for the good review. And yes, I know that Thranduil didn't drink the war away (like
"The evil woman" said in her review) but it's only a story not exactly like the books.
Disclaimer: The characters all belong to Tolkien.
Forgive me
~Thranduil~
I was so glad that the dwarf wanted to show me where I could find my son.
For about seven weeks I had been searching for Legolas. It had been so hard to realize what I had done to him.
No more wine, I had promised myself.
For my son's sake, he deserved a good father.
As we walked through the woods Legolas suddenly stood before us.
He didn't say anything, just stared at me.
Finally I somehow found the strenght to talk. "Legolas, I'm so glad I found you."
"Fine. And what do you want of me?"
His voice sounded so cold that I shivered.
"Please, may I talk to you?"
He shrugged.
"I'll leave you alone then." Gimli said and left.
"You seem to be so ... so sober." Legolas muttered.
"I am."
He raised an eyebrow. "That's something new."
"You have every right to hate me. I deserve it. But please, dearest, listen to me."
"Say what you want to say and then leave me alone."
It hurt to hear such words from my own son but I couldn't give up now that I found him. "Legolas, I'm so sorry."
"Oh, you are sorry?" He didn't believe me.
"Yes, son. Please try to believe me."
He smiled sadly. "Maybe you are truly honest." Slowly he sat down next to a tree.
"So you believe me?" I knelt before him.
"Yes." Now some tears were running down his face. "Until you're drunk again."
It hurt me more than I could say to see how distressed he was.
Gently I took his hands in mine. "Legolas, I've done you terribly wrong." With that I also broke into tears.
After a few moments I felt his hands gently wiping them away.
As I looked at him I could see something in his eyes I hadn't dared to hope for anymore: The love of a son to his
father.
"Legolas, I'll never drink again, I promise."
He looked deep into my eyes as if he wanted to find the truth in there.
"I love you, Legolas." I whispered.
He nodded. "I love you, too."
And then he suddenly embraced me and for a long moment I held him tight.
"Will you come home?" I asked as we finally parted.
"Sure." And then he gave me the most beautiful smile I could imagine.
To be continued
"The evil woman" said in her review) but it's only a story not exactly like the books.
Disclaimer: The characters all belong to Tolkien.
Forgive me
~Thranduil~
I was so glad that the dwarf wanted to show me where I could find my son.
For about seven weeks I had been searching for Legolas. It had been so hard to realize what I had done to him.
No more wine, I had promised myself.
For my son's sake, he deserved a good father.
As we walked through the woods Legolas suddenly stood before us.
He didn't say anything, just stared at me.
Finally I somehow found the strenght to talk. "Legolas, I'm so glad I found you."
"Fine. And what do you want of me?"
His voice sounded so cold that I shivered.
"Please, may I talk to you?"
He shrugged.
"I'll leave you alone then." Gimli said and left.
"You seem to be so ... so sober." Legolas muttered.
"I am."
He raised an eyebrow. "That's something new."
"You have every right to hate me. I deserve it. But please, dearest, listen to me."
"Say what you want to say and then leave me alone."
It hurt to hear such words from my own son but I couldn't give up now that I found him. "Legolas, I'm so sorry."
"Oh, you are sorry?" He didn't believe me.
"Yes, son. Please try to believe me."
He smiled sadly. "Maybe you are truly honest." Slowly he sat down next to a tree.
"So you believe me?" I knelt before him.
"Yes." Now some tears were running down his face. "Until you're drunk again."
It hurt me more than I could say to see how distressed he was.
Gently I took his hands in mine. "Legolas, I've done you terribly wrong." With that I also broke into tears.
After a few moments I felt his hands gently wiping them away.
As I looked at him I could see something in his eyes I hadn't dared to hope for anymore: The love of a son to his
father.
"Legolas, I'll never drink again, I promise."
He looked deep into my eyes as if he wanted to find the truth in there.
"I love you, Legolas." I whispered.
He nodded. "I love you, too."
And then he suddenly embraced me and for a long moment I held him tight.
"Will you come home?" I asked as we finally parted.
"Sure." And then he gave me the most beautiful smile I could imagine.
To be continued