Ch 14
Authors note: Please take note that all the upcoming new characters are TOLKIEN characters. Please forgive me because I know some of them do not belong in this time frame but this is a FICTION so I bend them to my will.
Elladan and Elrohir took Legolas out of the palace and into the bright sun. It was the first time he'd ever gotten to see the beautiful structures in the city during the day, "Wow."
"What's wrong?" Elrohir smiled.
"It's beautiful! Mirkwood is lovely but nothing like this."
"Imladris has truly been blessed by the Gods for the good it does. We have been given many gifts and have many talented elves who donate their works to our fair city to help make it a wonderful place," Elladan explained. "When you reach majority Legolas and are able to rule, your home will be blessed as well for you are truly pure of heart."
Before he could respond a large man dressed in gray, riding a stunning white horse approached them. "Elladan, Elrohir," the man smiled.
"Mithrandir it's so wonderful to see you again," Elladan greeted.
"It's been far to long," Elrohir said as he helped him from his horse.
"Far to long indeed," he agreed. Turning toward Elladan he took note of the ill elfling in his arms. "This must be the greenleaf?"
"Forgive my ill manners," Elladan bowed. "This is prince Legolas. Legolas this is Mithrandir."
"Hello," Legolas said timidly.
He stepped closer, "You may call me Gandalf, Legolas."
"Wh. What are you?"
Gandalf pondered the question for a moment then realized it's meaning. "You have never seen beings other then elves have you?" Legolas shook his head no. "I am an Istari; a wizard."
"A wizard," he gasped. They laughed at the elfling's amazed expression. Legolas noticed movement behind Gandalf and a white pony walked around the wizard and nudged him. "What's that?"
Gandalf stroked the pony's mane, "This is Nahar."
"Nahar?" Elrohir and Elladan both gasped. Legolas squirmed out of Elladan's arms and went to the animal.
"Gandalf, that can't be his true name," Elrohir insisted.
The pony nuzzled Legolas and nipped playfully at his hair. Looking straight in to the animal eyes he froze; it was as if child and animal were both in a trance. Just as Elladan was about to step forward and see if he was ok, Legolas spoke. "It is his true name. He is a great horse of Valor and was the first horse in creation. In fact he and Orome are the ones who discovered the elves by the waters of Awakening."
"And how do you know this?" Elrohir asked skeptically.
"Because he told me," came the simple response.
"And he is right," Elrond said as he joined the group and greeted Gandalf.
"That can not be! Nahar is a gigantic horse and this is but a pony," Elrohir insisted.
Legolas looked up at Gandalf, tears pooled in his eyes, "He said Elbereth made him a pony again for his new owner."
Gandalf knelt down in front of the elfling, "Why so sad? Nahar could not have been made youthful again unless he willed it to be so. A horse of Valor has no true owner child it has a life long companion and he is the one who chooses that companion."
"But he, he said it was me."
Gandalf smiled, "Yes, that is why he joined me on my journey here, so that he could find you."
Legolas hugged the pony with all his might and the pony whinnied happily. Still smiling he moved in front of Gandalf's big horse and pulled the reigns until he lowered his head. "You are Shadow fax," he smiled as he petted him on the snout. Tip toeing and leaning in closer to the horse's ear, "Nahar says the only thing he doesn't like is that you are bigger then him." Shadow fax neighed and everyone laughed heartily. Legolas wavered and staggered backwards almost falling but was caught by Elladan.
"Easy little one, you are very weak still," he soothed as he lifted him in to his arms.
"You need sleep elfling," Gandalf surmised.
"No!" Legolas cried out as he clung tightly to Elladan, "Don't make me sleep! Please, I can't!"
"Shhhhh," Elladan scolded. "You do need rest little one but it will not be forced upon you unless it can be done with out dreams." The tense body in his arms relaxed as the small head fell gently upon his shoulder.
"Thank you."
Stable hands approached and took the horses as the elves and the wizard went into the palace. Elrond and Gandalf took the lead and the elvin lord explained why Legolas feared sleep. It was going to be another long night.
Ch 15
Authors note: Please take note that all the upcoming new characters are TOLKIEN characters. Please forgive me because I know some of them do not belong in this time frame but this is a FICTION so I bend them to my will. Also note the spelling for GRAY is GREY because that's how the book has it. Also note this takes place well before Saruman was under control of shadow.
The morning came quickly with the council members all-arriving and being served morning meal. It was a true event for the elves to have so many gods of valor in their presents and they wanted everything to be perfect causing almost everyone to be a bit on edge. Elrond had went downstairs before the sun to make sure everything was properly prepared leaving Elladan and Elrohir in charge of Legolas and getting him ready.
This of course would be the one morning that Legolas protested his bath vehemently, even pouring a bowl of water on Elladan as he tired to wash his hair. After getting him clean and out of the tub Elladan left Elrohir in charge of dressing him while he changed into dry robes. Elrohir fought to hold Legolas still as he braided his hair, "Elfling you are trying my patience! You must get ready for this council."
Legolas pushed Elrohir causing him to lose his balance and inadvertently pull the elfling's hair. "Ouch!" Legolas cried out as he spun around and bit Elrohir's arm.
"Hey!" Elrohir yelped!
"Legolas" Elladan, whom had walked in at the beginning of this scene, scolded. "Come here," he said sternly. Legolas slowly walked to him, his head laid all the way back as he looked up at him. "This kind of behavior is not tolerated here." He picked the child up, stood him on a chair and finished braiding his hair. When he was done Elladan lifted the small chin until their eyes met, "What's troubling you little one?"
"Father arrived today, early this morning."
"How do you know? Elrohir asked.
"I saw him while you were asleep." Elladan glared at his brother who shrugged innocently. "I've missed him so much. So I went to see him."
"What?" Elladan cringed, not sure if he wanted to know what happened.
"I went to him," he whispered. "I gave him a hug but he didn't give me one. I thought he would be proud of me cause this special council was for me but he was mad instead. Said I would cause the fall of Mirkwood and it's people by my selfishness." Elladan trembled with anger as Legolas turned to Elrohir, "I'm sorry for biting you."
He smiled, "I'll forgive you just this once but only because Elladan looked so funny when you soaked him."
"Yes, well," Elladan smiled, "just remember little one; when you least expect it I will be there. Now we must go."
Legolas was led deep into the palace through winding corridors he'd never seen before. The walk had drained him and he stumbled, Elladan reached to pick him up but he was determined to do it on his own, "Nay, I wish to walk."
Elladan looked at Elrohir and they both sighed, "Very well, we are almost there."
After one more long hall they entered a huge room it's walls lined with elaborate wood carvings and other hand made works of art. In the center of the room was a very large stone table. One side of the table was lined with the ten council members and on the opposite side, to the right sat his father and Shandar, Thranduil's liege. To the left sat Galadriel, Celeborn, Elrond and Glorfindel as well as an empty chair he assumed was for him. Two more chairs sat near the wall behind them for Elladan and Elrohir. Elrond stood and extended his hand, which the elfling took although his eyes were locked with his father's. Fear showed upon his features and in an attempt to ease the child Elrond stepped into his line of sight effectively cutting off the view to his father.
The Rivendell lord turned back to the council, "Allow me to make the introductions so this court may begin. Legolas, this is the Council of Elders, called together today to solve the issue of your custody and restitution for previous abuse." Legolas cringed at the word 'abuse' and wanted to run but Elrond held his hand in a tight grip. Starting at the first chair on the left the Lord began his introductions.
"You have met Mithrandir, the great grey wizard." Gandalf nodded and Legolas attempted a smile.
"This is Elendil- Dundane King of Arnor and Gondor and Numenorean prince of Andunie."
"Next to him is Azaghal- Dwarf King of Belegost, realm of the Blue Mountains of Beleriand. Azaghal's dwarves are famous in these lands for forging the finest blades and dwarf-mail amour the world has ever seen."
"This is Cirdan- Elvin lord of the grey heavens. Cirdan's name means 'ship maker' and his people were the first in Middle Earth to build ships. He is considered one of the wisest of the elves and is possessor of 'Narya', the elf ring of fire, given to him by Celebrimbor."
"This lovely elf Queen is Este, known to some as 'the healer', whose name means rest. The elves of Valor call her the gentle one; her gift is healing sleep."
"Next is the lovely Goldberry- River daughter of the old forest. Daughter of the river woman of Withywindle and spouse of Tom Bombadile." Legolas was sure her beauty rivaled that of the elves.
"This is Hurin- Edain Lord of Dorthonian. Son of Goldor, Lord of Edain."
"Next is Saruman- wizard of Isengard and head of the Israri- the order of the wizards. His voice is both wise and fair. He is known as Curumo to the elves." Legolas looked at this regal man, his raven black hair and white robes making him look like a man of stature.
"This is Ulmo- Lord of the waters. He commands all water on Middle Earth; from its seas, lakes and rivers to its rainfall, mists and dews. He rarely takes physical form, preferring to be seen as a man shaped of water."
"Next to him is Manwe- king of Arda, Lord of the air. He and his wife Varda, Queen of the heavens rule from their mansions of Ilmarin on top of Taniquetil, the tallest mountain in the world. The name Manwe means 'the good'. He is also known as the wind Lord for his element is the clear air, wind, clouds and storms."
Elrond motioned to Legolas, "Council members this is Legolas Thrnaduillian, prince of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil."
Shandar stood, "This is King Thranduil, ruler of Mirkwood and great elvin lord of Greenwood Forest."
Galadriel stood, "I hear by call this meeting to order."
Ch 16
As they took their seats Elrond could sense the tension in Legolas. He said a prayer to Elbereth that the child could withstand this pressure and stress in his weakened state. This was not going to be easy or painless.
"Legolas Thranduillian," Manwe's voice boomed. "Do you know what it means to be truthful?"
The elfling was visibly shaking but managed an answer, "Yes Lord Manwe, sir. It means to be honest and not lie."
Este spoke next, true to her name her voice was much more gentle, "Do you know why we have been called here Legolas?"
He paled and lowered his head; his answer was but a whisper, "Yes maim."
"Speak up child for not all here are blessed with elvin hearing," she prodded.
Swallowing past the lump in his throat he spoke again, "Yes, I know why you are here."
"Please tell us then," Cirdan requested.
"This is nonsense!" Thranduil shouted and hit the table causing Legolas to jump and cling to Elrond. "Why are you treating him as a perjurer? This is an out rage! I should remove him from this court this instant!"
"The reason for the question is clear," Saruman said. "We need to hear the reason from the child to assure he understands. No one has called him a perjurer."
"Mind yourself Thranduil, your out bursts will not be tolerated here," Manwe warned.
"You need not fear Legolas. No harm will come to you here," Goldberry said in her melodic tone.
"Please answer the question elfling," Cirdan continued. "With out interruption this time," he said looking pointedly at Thranduil.
Legolas fidgeted in his seat, "Lord Elrond, Glorfindel, Lord Celeborn, Lady Galadriel, Elrohir and Elladan think that you are here to grant me permission to stay with them but I know better."
"What is it you think you know child?" Elendil asked.
"That you are here to punish me."
"An why should we punish you?" Hurin asked.
"Because I killed my mother," his voice trembled as tears fell from his eyes. "I am a bad son and a bad heir for Mirkwood. If you do not send me away I will cause its fall as I did my mother's. Everything I touch turns dark and dies; even my father can't love me. He is ashamed that I am his son. Please," he sobbed, "end this misery, end my life so that he can be happy once more!"
Este stood abruptly, "What is the meaning of this?"
"He has been like this since he arrived my lady," Elrond explained.
Este reached across the table towards Legolas and he cringed. He fell from the chair while trying to back away and Elladan was at his side instantly pulling him into his arms. Legolas's eyes rolled back in his head. "Adar!" Elladan cried, panicked.
Este took the child from Elladan and laid him on the table. Gandalf, Saruman, Galadriel and Este all joined hands over him and began to chant.
"What is the meaning of this?" Thranduil demanded nervously.
"He is under the control of dark magics. It is controlling his mind." Goldberry explained taking note that Thranduil began to get worried.
Elladan was pacing frantically, they had been chanting almost an hour and by the looks on their faces he knew it just wasn't magic that had a hold on the elfling but true evil. Legolas's cries of agony echoed through the room tearing at everyone's hearts and making his pain known. He turned to go to the child but Elrond was in front of him, "Adar, you must stop this now! He will die if they continue!"
"Elladan," he soothed. "You know I can not do that and that he will surely die if they do not do this."
"He is far to weak from grief to undergo this!" He started toward Legolas again but Elrond restrained him.
Celeborn walked up and placed a supportive hand on Elladan's shoulder, "I know this is hard to see but it must be done. Legolas will fade if it is not."
"But," he tired to speak but it came out a broken sob, "Ada!"
Elrond pulled his son into his arms and held him, offering all the support he could. Celeborn rubbed Elladan's back and tired to sooth and reassure him. The embrace was broken when the Elders collapsed, exhausted into their chairs. "Is he healed? Is this finished?" he asked as he approached the lifeless child.
"Who are you to request answers from us?" Ulmo asked.
Elladan stiffened, "I am Elladan, crown prince of Imladris, son of Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian and new protector of Prince Legolas Greenleaf," he said proudly.
"Legolas needs no protection," Thranduil growled. "What he needs is to be raised as a proper elf! My mistake was sending him to Elrond to have it done," he sneered.
"You deem saving you only son a mistake?" Azaghal asked in disgust. "You, Thranduil, bring shame to the name of all elves!"
"You ignorant Dwarf! You shall be beheaded for such slander to my people!" Thranduil yelled as he leapt toward Azaghal.
"Enough," Manwe bellowed as a strong wind forced Thranduil back into his seat! "I warn you for the last time Elvin King, such behavior will not be tolerated! You add only to your mounting discretion thus far!" Thranduil started to protest but Manwe would not allow it. "I will see you in chains and a gag if you do not silence yourself!" The elf King's jaw clamped shut.
With Thranduil under control he turned his attention back to Legolas. Manwe approached him and called Elrond and Elladan to his side. "Prince Elladan, your question is a fair one and shall be answered. Legolas is no longer under control of the dark magic but I, nor any of the rest of the council know of what permanent damage such evil could cause the elfling. He may never fully recover from such torment at such a young age; I do not know if anyone could." The concern they had for Legolas filled the room. Manwe stepped aside, "Go to him, he is waking."
Legolas sat up quickly, terrified eyes scanning the room for a familiar face finally coming to rest on Elrond and Elladan. He scooted to the edge of the table and held his arms up for Elrond to take him. Tears filled the Elvin Lord's eyes as he took the child. With the magic gone it left open terror and guilt for all he thought he did. Though the voices in his head, reminding him every second his guilt, were now gone the memories remained. It was going to be a long, difficult road to recovery, if it is possible at all.
"Please be seated as this council is still underway," Saruman said. Everyone took his or her seats, Elladan in Legolas's chair as the elfling was still clinging to Elrond.
"Legolas" Ulmo queered. Elrond disentangled the small arms from around his neck and turned the elfling to face the council. "I know this is hard child and that you are very ill but we need a few more answers from you yet."
"Yes sir," he rasped. A bubble of water appeared before him. He watched it with wide-eyed amazement.
"Quench your thirst Legolas. Drink as you would from a water fall," Ulmo smiled. Everyone looked on in awe of the gift being bestowed upon him.
As he drank he thought how fresh and wonderful the water tasted. Realizing suddenly that it was literally a gift from the god of water he stopped drinking. It wouldn't pay to be deemed greedy. "Thank you Lord Ulmo." The bubble disappeared as quickly as it had come.
"Has your father ever laid a hand upon you?" Hurin asked gently.
"Of course I have," Thranduil answered calmly. "He is but a child and will not be reared in my kingdom and unruly brat!"
"The council knows well the difference between chastisement as the humans use for discipline and beatings," Gandalf explained. "Unless you are confessing your guilt of that charge you are out of order!" He turned to the elfling, "Please answer Hurin, Legolas."
"He. He has punished me."
"How?" Goldberry asked.
"By," his face turned red and he buried his head in Elrond's chest. "I can not do this!"
"I know these memories are painful child but we must know in order to reach a decision in your best interest," Este reminded him.
"I can not!" He looked up at Elrond, tears falling once again, "I'm sorry sir, I can not tell them of my shame."
A hint of a smile passed Thranduil's face but no one noticed.
Elrond wiped the tear-stained face and smiled, "I know this is hard Legolas but you can do it." The small blond head shook vehemently to the opposite.
"My lords," Celeborn stood, "you all will agree that Lady Galadriel's gift is one from Valor will you not?"
"Of course," Manwe said. "But what has that to do with this?"
"Let her use the magic waters upon the child. It will show you all you need to see."
They spoke amongst themselves for a moment. "We agree but Legolas must willingly submit as well," Cirdan explained.
"No," Legolas cried.
"Greenleaf," Elladan whispered in Sindarin. Legolas turned to him. "I know you feel shame for them seeing your most secret moments but they must in order to stop your pain. I know it is a lot to ask but you have trusted us thus far, please trust us now. I could not bear to see you sent back to Mirkwood," he pleaded.
"I trust you Elladan," he assured. "I do not fear returning to Mirkwood. I do not care if I go there or stay here I just wish this to be over and the confusion to stop." He pushed himself free of Elrond and stood up on the table. He adjusted his robes and took a deep breath, "I agree to do this but under condition."
"Brazen elfling," Thranduil roared! "You shame me!"
"What condition is that Legolas?" Gandalf asked.
Gathering his bravery he spoke with convection, "Whither it be my father or myself found guilty by this council today, your punishment shall be the same. If I am at fault, as I believe, I wish you to punish me accordingly. Will you agree?"
"We agree," they answered in unison.
Authors note: Please take note that all the upcoming new characters are TOLKIEN characters. Please forgive me because I know some of them do not belong in this time frame but this is a FICTION so I bend them to my will.
Elladan and Elrohir took Legolas out of the palace and into the bright sun. It was the first time he'd ever gotten to see the beautiful structures in the city during the day, "Wow."
"What's wrong?" Elrohir smiled.
"It's beautiful! Mirkwood is lovely but nothing like this."
"Imladris has truly been blessed by the Gods for the good it does. We have been given many gifts and have many talented elves who donate their works to our fair city to help make it a wonderful place," Elladan explained. "When you reach majority Legolas and are able to rule, your home will be blessed as well for you are truly pure of heart."
Before he could respond a large man dressed in gray, riding a stunning white horse approached them. "Elladan, Elrohir," the man smiled.
"Mithrandir it's so wonderful to see you again," Elladan greeted.
"It's been far to long," Elrohir said as he helped him from his horse.
"Far to long indeed," he agreed. Turning toward Elladan he took note of the ill elfling in his arms. "This must be the greenleaf?"
"Forgive my ill manners," Elladan bowed. "This is prince Legolas. Legolas this is Mithrandir."
"Hello," Legolas said timidly.
He stepped closer, "You may call me Gandalf, Legolas."
"Wh. What are you?"
Gandalf pondered the question for a moment then realized it's meaning. "You have never seen beings other then elves have you?" Legolas shook his head no. "I am an Istari; a wizard."
"A wizard," he gasped. They laughed at the elfling's amazed expression. Legolas noticed movement behind Gandalf and a white pony walked around the wizard and nudged him. "What's that?"
Gandalf stroked the pony's mane, "This is Nahar."
"Nahar?" Elrohir and Elladan both gasped. Legolas squirmed out of Elladan's arms and went to the animal.
"Gandalf, that can't be his true name," Elrohir insisted.
The pony nuzzled Legolas and nipped playfully at his hair. Looking straight in to the animal eyes he froze; it was as if child and animal were both in a trance. Just as Elladan was about to step forward and see if he was ok, Legolas spoke. "It is his true name. He is a great horse of Valor and was the first horse in creation. In fact he and Orome are the ones who discovered the elves by the waters of Awakening."
"And how do you know this?" Elrohir asked skeptically.
"Because he told me," came the simple response.
"And he is right," Elrond said as he joined the group and greeted Gandalf.
"That can not be! Nahar is a gigantic horse and this is but a pony," Elrohir insisted.
Legolas looked up at Gandalf, tears pooled in his eyes, "He said Elbereth made him a pony again for his new owner."
Gandalf knelt down in front of the elfling, "Why so sad? Nahar could not have been made youthful again unless he willed it to be so. A horse of Valor has no true owner child it has a life long companion and he is the one who chooses that companion."
"But he, he said it was me."
Gandalf smiled, "Yes, that is why he joined me on my journey here, so that he could find you."
Legolas hugged the pony with all his might and the pony whinnied happily. Still smiling he moved in front of Gandalf's big horse and pulled the reigns until he lowered his head. "You are Shadow fax," he smiled as he petted him on the snout. Tip toeing and leaning in closer to the horse's ear, "Nahar says the only thing he doesn't like is that you are bigger then him." Shadow fax neighed and everyone laughed heartily. Legolas wavered and staggered backwards almost falling but was caught by Elladan.
"Easy little one, you are very weak still," he soothed as he lifted him in to his arms.
"You need sleep elfling," Gandalf surmised.
"No!" Legolas cried out as he clung tightly to Elladan, "Don't make me sleep! Please, I can't!"
"Shhhhh," Elladan scolded. "You do need rest little one but it will not be forced upon you unless it can be done with out dreams." The tense body in his arms relaxed as the small head fell gently upon his shoulder.
"Thank you."
Stable hands approached and took the horses as the elves and the wizard went into the palace. Elrond and Gandalf took the lead and the elvin lord explained why Legolas feared sleep. It was going to be another long night.
Ch 15
Authors note: Please take note that all the upcoming new characters are TOLKIEN characters. Please forgive me because I know some of them do not belong in this time frame but this is a FICTION so I bend them to my will. Also note the spelling for GRAY is GREY because that's how the book has it. Also note this takes place well before Saruman was under control of shadow.
The morning came quickly with the council members all-arriving and being served morning meal. It was a true event for the elves to have so many gods of valor in their presents and they wanted everything to be perfect causing almost everyone to be a bit on edge. Elrond had went downstairs before the sun to make sure everything was properly prepared leaving Elladan and Elrohir in charge of Legolas and getting him ready.
This of course would be the one morning that Legolas protested his bath vehemently, even pouring a bowl of water on Elladan as he tired to wash his hair. After getting him clean and out of the tub Elladan left Elrohir in charge of dressing him while he changed into dry robes. Elrohir fought to hold Legolas still as he braided his hair, "Elfling you are trying my patience! You must get ready for this council."
Legolas pushed Elrohir causing him to lose his balance and inadvertently pull the elfling's hair. "Ouch!" Legolas cried out as he spun around and bit Elrohir's arm.
"Hey!" Elrohir yelped!
"Legolas" Elladan, whom had walked in at the beginning of this scene, scolded. "Come here," he said sternly. Legolas slowly walked to him, his head laid all the way back as he looked up at him. "This kind of behavior is not tolerated here." He picked the child up, stood him on a chair and finished braiding his hair. When he was done Elladan lifted the small chin until their eyes met, "What's troubling you little one?"
"Father arrived today, early this morning."
"How do you know? Elrohir asked.
"I saw him while you were asleep." Elladan glared at his brother who shrugged innocently. "I've missed him so much. So I went to see him."
"What?" Elladan cringed, not sure if he wanted to know what happened.
"I went to him," he whispered. "I gave him a hug but he didn't give me one. I thought he would be proud of me cause this special council was for me but he was mad instead. Said I would cause the fall of Mirkwood and it's people by my selfishness." Elladan trembled with anger as Legolas turned to Elrohir, "I'm sorry for biting you."
He smiled, "I'll forgive you just this once but only because Elladan looked so funny when you soaked him."
"Yes, well," Elladan smiled, "just remember little one; when you least expect it I will be there. Now we must go."
Legolas was led deep into the palace through winding corridors he'd never seen before. The walk had drained him and he stumbled, Elladan reached to pick him up but he was determined to do it on his own, "Nay, I wish to walk."
Elladan looked at Elrohir and they both sighed, "Very well, we are almost there."
After one more long hall they entered a huge room it's walls lined with elaborate wood carvings and other hand made works of art. In the center of the room was a very large stone table. One side of the table was lined with the ten council members and on the opposite side, to the right sat his father and Shandar, Thranduil's liege. To the left sat Galadriel, Celeborn, Elrond and Glorfindel as well as an empty chair he assumed was for him. Two more chairs sat near the wall behind them for Elladan and Elrohir. Elrond stood and extended his hand, which the elfling took although his eyes were locked with his father's. Fear showed upon his features and in an attempt to ease the child Elrond stepped into his line of sight effectively cutting off the view to his father.
The Rivendell lord turned back to the council, "Allow me to make the introductions so this court may begin. Legolas, this is the Council of Elders, called together today to solve the issue of your custody and restitution for previous abuse." Legolas cringed at the word 'abuse' and wanted to run but Elrond held his hand in a tight grip. Starting at the first chair on the left the Lord began his introductions.
"You have met Mithrandir, the great grey wizard." Gandalf nodded and Legolas attempted a smile.
"This is Elendil- Dundane King of Arnor and Gondor and Numenorean prince of Andunie."
"Next to him is Azaghal- Dwarf King of Belegost, realm of the Blue Mountains of Beleriand. Azaghal's dwarves are famous in these lands for forging the finest blades and dwarf-mail amour the world has ever seen."
"This is Cirdan- Elvin lord of the grey heavens. Cirdan's name means 'ship maker' and his people were the first in Middle Earth to build ships. He is considered one of the wisest of the elves and is possessor of 'Narya', the elf ring of fire, given to him by Celebrimbor."
"This lovely elf Queen is Este, known to some as 'the healer', whose name means rest. The elves of Valor call her the gentle one; her gift is healing sleep."
"Next is the lovely Goldberry- River daughter of the old forest. Daughter of the river woman of Withywindle and spouse of Tom Bombadile." Legolas was sure her beauty rivaled that of the elves.
"This is Hurin- Edain Lord of Dorthonian. Son of Goldor, Lord of Edain."
"Next is Saruman- wizard of Isengard and head of the Israri- the order of the wizards. His voice is both wise and fair. He is known as Curumo to the elves." Legolas looked at this regal man, his raven black hair and white robes making him look like a man of stature.
"This is Ulmo- Lord of the waters. He commands all water on Middle Earth; from its seas, lakes and rivers to its rainfall, mists and dews. He rarely takes physical form, preferring to be seen as a man shaped of water."
"Next to him is Manwe- king of Arda, Lord of the air. He and his wife Varda, Queen of the heavens rule from their mansions of Ilmarin on top of Taniquetil, the tallest mountain in the world. The name Manwe means 'the good'. He is also known as the wind Lord for his element is the clear air, wind, clouds and storms."
Elrond motioned to Legolas, "Council members this is Legolas Thrnaduillian, prince of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil."
Shandar stood, "This is King Thranduil, ruler of Mirkwood and great elvin lord of Greenwood Forest."
Galadriel stood, "I hear by call this meeting to order."
Ch 16
As they took their seats Elrond could sense the tension in Legolas. He said a prayer to Elbereth that the child could withstand this pressure and stress in his weakened state. This was not going to be easy or painless.
"Legolas Thranduillian," Manwe's voice boomed. "Do you know what it means to be truthful?"
The elfling was visibly shaking but managed an answer, "Yes Lord Manwe, sir. It means to be honest and not lie."
Este spoke next, true to her name her voice was much more gentle, "Do you know why we have been called here Legolas?"
He paled and lowered his head; his answer was but a whisper, "Yes maim."
"Speak up child for not all here are blessed with elvin hearing," she prodded.
Swallowing past the lump in his throat he spoke again, "Yes, I know why you are here."
"Please tell us then," Cirdan requested.
"This is nonsense!" Thranduil shouted and hit the table causing Legolas to jump and cling to Elrond. "Why are you treating him as a perjurer? This is an out rage! I should remove him from this court this instant!"
"The reason for the question is clear," Saruman said. "We need to hear the reason from the child to assure he understands. No one has called him a perjurer."
"Mind yourself Thranduil, your out bursts will not be tolerated here," Manwe warned.
"You need not fear Legolas. No harm will come to you here," Goldberry said in her melodic tone.
"Please answer the question elfling," Cirdan continued. "With out interruption this time," he said looking pointedly at Thranduil.
Legolas fidgeted in his seat, "Lord Elrond, Glorfindel, Lord Celeborn, Lady Galadriel, Elrohir and Elladan think that you are here to grant me permission to stay with them but I know better."
"What is it you think you know child?" Elendil asked.
"That you are here to punish me."
"An why should we punish you?" Hurin asked.
"Because I killed my mother," his voice trembled as tears fell from his eyes. "I am a bad son and a bad heir for Mirkwood. If you do not send me away I will cause its fall as I did my mother's. Everything I touch turns dark and dies; even my father can't love me. He is ashamed that I am his son. Please," he sobbed, "end this misery, end my life so that he can be happy once more!"
Este stood abruptly, "What is the meaning of this?"
"He has been like this since he arrived my lady," Elrond explained.
Este reached across the table towards Legolas and he cringed. He fell from the chair while trying to back away and Elladan was at his side instantly pulling him into his arms. Legolas's eyes rolled back in his head. "Adar!" Elladan cried, panicked.
Este took the child from Elladan and laid him on the table. Gandalf, Saruman, Galadriel and Este all joined hands over him and began to chant.
"What is the meaning of this?" Thranduil demanded nervously.
"He is under the control of dark magics. It is controlling his mind." Goldberry explained taking note that Thranduil began to get worried.
Elladan was pacing frantically, they had been chanting almost an hour and by the looks on their faces he knew it just wasn't magic that had a hold on the elfling but true evil. Legolas's cries of agony echoed through the room tearing at everyone's hearts and making his pain known. He turned to go to the child but Elrond was in front of him, "Adar, you must stop this now! He will die if they continue!"
"Elladan," he soothed. "You know I can not do that and that he will surely die if they do not do this."
"He is far to weak from grief to undergo this!" He started toward Legolas again but Elrond restrained him.
Celeborn walked up and placed a supportive hand on Elladan's shoulder, "I know this is hard to see but it must be done. Legolas will fade if it is not."
"But," he tired to speak but it came out a broken sob, "Ada!"
Elrond pulled his son into his arms and held him, offering all the support he could. Celeborn rubbed Elladan's back and tired to sooth and reassure him. The embrace was broken when the Elders collapsed, exhausted into their chairs. "Is he healed? Is this finished?" he asked as he approached the lifeless child.
"Who are you to request answers from us?" Ulmo asked.
Elladan stiffened, "I am Elladan, crown prince of Imladris, son of Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian and new protector of Prince Legolas Greenleaf," he said proudly.
"Legolas needs no protection," Thranduil growled. "What he needs is to be raised as a proper elf! My mistake was sending him to Elrond to have it done," he sneered.
"You deem saving you only son a mistake?" Azaghal asked in disgust. "You, Thranduil, bring shame to the name of all elves!"
"You ignorant Dwarf! You shall be beheaded for such slander to my people!" Thranduil yelled as he leapt toward Azaghal.
"Enough," Manwe bellowed as a strong wind forced Thranduil back into his seat! "I warn you for the last time Elvin King, such behavior will not be tolerated! You add only to your mounting discretion thus far!" Thranduil started to protest but Manwe would not allow it. "I will see you in chains and a gag if you do not silence yourself!" The elf King's jaw clamped shut.
With Thranduil under control he turned his attention back to Legolas. Manwe approached him and called Elrond and Elladan to his side. "Prince Elladan, your question is a fair one and shall be answered. Legolas is no longer under control of the dark magic but I, nor any of the rest of the council know of what permanent damage such evil could cause the elfling. He may never fully recover from such torment at such a young age; I do not know if anyone could." The concern they had for Legolas filled the room. Manwe stepped aside, "Go to him, he is waking."
Legolas sat up quickly, terrified eyes scanning the room for a familiar face finally coming to rest on Elrond and Elladan. He scooted to the edge of the table and held his arms up for Elrond to take him. Tears filled the Elvin Lord's eyes as he took the child. With the magic gone it left open terror and guilt for all he thought he did. Though the voices in his head, reminding him every second his guilt, were now gone the memories remained. It was going to be a long, difficult road to recovery, if it is possible at all.
"Please be seated as this council is still underway," Saruman said. Everyone took his or her seats, Elladan in Legolas's chair as the elfling was still clinging to Elrond.
"Legolas" Ulmo queered. Elrond disentangled the small arms from around his neck and turned the elfling to face the council. "I know this is hard child and that you are very ill but we need a few more answers from you yet."
"Yes sir," he rasped. A bubble of water appeared before him. He watched it with wide-eyed amazement.
"Quench your thirst Legolas. Drink as you would from a water fall," Ulmo smiled. Everyone looked on in awe of the gift being bestowed upon him.
As he drank he thought how fresh and wonderful the water tasted. Realizing suddenly that it was literally a gift from the god of water he stopped drinking. It wouldn't pay to be deemed greedy. "Thank you Lord Ulmo." The bubble disappeared as quickly as it had come.
"Has your father ever laid a hand upon you?" Hurin asked gently.
"Of course I have," Thranduil answered calmly. "He is but a child and will not be reared in my kingdom and unruly brat!"
"The council knows well the difference between chastisement as the humans use for discipline and beatings," Gandalf explained. "Unless you are confessing your guilt of that charge you are out of order!" He turned to the elfling, "Please answer Hurin, Legolas."
"He. He has punished me."
"How?" Goldberry asked.
"By," his face turned red and he buried his head in Elrond's chest. "I can not do this!"
"I know these memories are painful child but we must know in order to reach a decision in your best interest," Este reminded him.
"I can not!" He looked up at Elrond, tears falling once again, "I'm sorry sir, I can not tell them of my shame."
A hint of a smile passed Thranduil's face but no one noticed.
Elrond wiped the tear-stained face and smiled, "I know this is hard Legolas but you can do it." The small blond head shook vehemently to the opposite.
"My lords," Celeborn stood, "you all will agree that Lady Galadriel's gift is one from Valor will you not?"
"Of course," Manwe said. "But what has that to do with this?"
"Let her use the magic waters upon the child. It will show you all you need to see."
They spoke amongst themselves for a moment. "We agree but Legolas must willingly submit as well," Cirdan explained.
"No," Legolas cried.
"Greenleaf," Elladan whispered in Sindarin. Legolas turned to him. "I know you feel shame for them seeing your most secret moments but they must in order to stop your pain. I know it is a lot to ask but you have trusted us thus far, please trust us now. I could not bear to see you sent back to Mirkwood," he pleaded.
"I trust you Elladan," he assured. "I do not fear returning to Mirkwood. I do not care if I go there or stay here I just wish this to be over and the confusion to stop." He pushed himself free of Elrond and stood up on the table. He adjusted his robes and took a deep breath, "I agree to do this but under condition."
"Brazen elfling," Thranduil roared! "You shame me!"
"What condition is that Legolas?" Gandalf asked.
Gathering his bravery he spoke with convection, "Whither it be my father or myself found guilty by this council today, your punishment shall be the same. If I am at fault, as I believe, I wish you to punish me accordingly. Will you agree?"
"We agree," they answered in unison.