Silvan Soldier
randomwriter96
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Have nothing. ^^; Therefore, don't sue. Have nothing = have no money. Oo; Unless you absolutely have to have 15 cents...
Note: This is my attempt at recreating Thranduil's childhood and life thereon using the info I have from the Silmarillion, the Unfinished Tales, LOTR, etc. And websites such as the Encyclopedia of Arda. Do not hesitate to tell me if I have a mistake or not. ^^;
Enjoy. :o) And thank you for reviewing.
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Surprisingly, Thranduil woke up rather early. For him, anyway. He rubbed his eyes and frowned. What were those scuffling noises outside his door? He proceeded to shove his leggings on backwards, slip his slippers on, and open the door a crack to take a peek.
"Eeh?" He widened his eyes. A lot of strange Elves were arranging their traveling robes on and talking rapidly to each other. As Thranduil went to bed early the other day, he didn't know practically all the attendants of the council meeting stayed overnight. Intimidated, though curious, he crouched down and crawled out of his room, avoiding the sight of the hasty strangers. After a bit of crawling, Thranduil decided that he was tired of doing so and stood up. Being so little, no one noticed him. Oropher, having already woken up about two hours ago, was busy exchanging last-minute ideas, opinions, and stories with the fellow council members. He thought Thranduil was still asleep and decided to wake him up after everyone left. Thranduil turned in circles, trying to see every elf. He found each one fascinating. A particularly tall and noble-looking elf caught his eye and Thranduil brightened. He knew someone!
"Elfy!" Thranduil dubbed the elf spontaneously. Gil-galad, who was ready to return to Lindon, his kingdom, was startled to find an elf-child clinging to his right leg. The child looked up and Gil-galad recognized Thranduil. Gil-galad was never really the sort to attract children, so this pleased him greatly.
"Good morning, Thranduil," Gil-galad set down his travel parcels and lifted Thranduil up and held him to his hip.
"I member you!" Thranduil immediately started playing with Gil-galad's long tresses.
"You remember me? I am honored," Gil-galad grinned and silently hoped the child wouldn't pull out his hair. Thranduil smiled and started investigating Gil-galad's lush blue velvet cloak. He rubbed his hands over it, laughing to himself. Thranduil began to climb over Gil-galad's shoulders to inspect the intricate woven silver designs on the back. "Oh wait. Thranduil, don't fall!" Gil-galad grabbed Thranduil's waist and put him safely back on earth. It wouldn't do well for the relationship between Lindon and Greenwood should Oropher find his son's skull cracked at Gil- galad's fault. Thranduil, unperturbed, continued to play with the cloak, grabbing one edge and sweeping the floor. He giggled and darted between Gil- galad's legs and began to play "tent". Thranduil marched around with the cloak covering him, forcing Gil-galad to walk backwards to the great amusement of the other elves. This ended up nearly choking him, so he unclasped the cloak, letting the entire thing fall on top of little Thranduil. Quite lost, the child turned and twisted, trying to find his way out. Thinking he was left alone and in the dark, Thranduil began to wail.
"Oh no. No no," Gil-galad immediately lifted the cloak and patted the child's head and rubbed his back, worriedly trying to make him stop crying. Maybe this was why he was not so great with children. Gil-galad was frantic. The elves surrounded this little dilemma, smiles on all faces the way Gil-galad pampered and played with Thranduil. This was quite a different Gil-galad than the militaristic and harsh negotiator they usually saw. Drawn by the crowd and the wails of a child, Oropher strode over and discovered his son with Gil-galad. After a few minutes, Thranduil's cries subsided and having the attention of a multitude of elves, clutched the cloak nervously.
"Oh. Good morning, Oropher," Gil-galad turned around to find the crowd parted for the king. He bowed and tilted his head towards Thranduil. Oropher returned the greeting and went to gather his son up. As Thranduil was still holding fast to Gil-galad's cloak, Oropher tried to tug it away.
"Thranduil. This is not yours. This is Gil-galad's. We have to give it back to him. You wouldn't like someone else to take away Hoppy, would you?" Thranduil shook his head and let go of the cloak dejectedly.
"No, it's all right. He can keep it," Gil-galad pushed the cloak back towards Thranduil. Before Oropher could open his mouth, Thranduil shouted with glee.
"Eee!" He let out a squeal of delight and clutched the pretty cloak close to him. Oropher sighed and turned to Gil-galad.
"I am sorry. How much do I owe you for it? It's too valuable to give away to just a child. I have to-"
"His happiness is thanks enough for me," Gil-galad poked Thranduil's nose and laughed as he scrunched up his face before giggling. Oropher shifted Thranduil to his other arm and thanked Gil-galad profusely. Gil-galad's advisors tapped his shoulder, indicating that it was time to depart.
"May we meet again soon," Gil-galad bowed to Oropher and Thranduil at the front doors. Oropher bowed as well, though not as well with Thranduil in his arms. Thranduil, with one hand clutching the cloak, waved energetically, calling out,
"Bye Gilly Elfy!" Gil-galad smiled and waved back before mounting his horse, already brought out by the stable servants, and riding off west with his advisors towards home. Thranduil continued waving until Oropher turned and went back inside. Oropher still felt slightly bitter that Gil-galad managed to convince him into going to war with his people. It was just a matter of time of when the war was going to begin. Oropher looked at Thranduil, then at the cloak dragging on the floor. Oropher gathered the dragged half up in his other arm and wondered if Thranduil brought out something in Gil-galad that perhaps he never would have shown.
"People are complex," Oropher murmured aloud. Thranduil nodded emphatically. Oropher looked into Thranduil's face and laughed. "Do you know what complex means, little one?" Thranduil paused as if to ponder, then shook his head happily. "Children are fascinating, don't you agree?" Oropher touched foreheads with his son. Another laugh rang through the stone corridors as a certain elf-child nodded again.
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How was it? ^^ *points to review button*
To Dragon-of-the-north: ^_^ At first, when I was writing the chapter, the dream wasn't meant to be prophetic, but then I thought the story would have more meaning that way. Elves, I believe, tend to be more prophetic than others anyhow. Thank you for reviewing! It means a lot to me.
To Roheryn: Thank you!! :D It's wonderful to be on someone's favorites list. And yes, the "occasional axe-wielding dwarf" was meant to be funny. ^^;
To tenshiamanda: Here it is. :o) Thank you!
randomwriter96
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Have nothing. ^^; Therefore, don't sue. Have nothing = have no money. Oo; Unless you absolutely have to have 15 cents...
Note: This is my attempt at recreating Thranduil's childhood and life thereon using the info I have from the Silmarillion, the Unfinished Tales, LOTR, etc. And websites such as the Encyclopedia of Arda. Do not hesitate to tell me if I have a mistake or not. ^^;
Enjoy. :o) And thank you for reviewing.
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Surprisingly, Thranduil woke up rather early. For him, anyway. He rubbed his eyes and frowned. What were those scuffling noises outside his door? He proceeded to shove his leggings on backwards, slip his slippers on, and open the door a crack to take a peek.
"Eeh?" He widened his eyes. A lot of strange Elves were arranging their traveling robes on and talking rapidly to each other. As Thranduil went to bed early the other day, he didn't know practically all the attendants of the council meeting stayed overnight. Intimidated, though curious, he crouched down and crawled out of his room, avoiding the sight of the hasty strangers. After a bit of crawling, Thranduil decided that he was tired of doing so and stood up. Being so little, no one noticed him. Oropher, having already woken up about two hours ago, was busy exchanging last-minute ideas, opinions, and stories with the fellow council members. He thought Thranduil was still asleep and decided to wake him up after everyone left. Thranduil turned in circles, trying to see every elf. He found each one fascinating. A particularly tall and noble-looking elf caught his eye and Thranduil brightened. He knew someone!
"Elfy!" Thranduil dubbed the elf spontaneously. Gil-galad, who was ready to return to Lindon, his kingdom, was startled to find an elf-child clinging to his right leg. The child looked up and Gil-galad recognized Thranduil. Gil-galad was never really the sort to attract children, so this pleased him greatly.
"Good morning, Thranduil," Gil-galad set down his travel parcels and lifted Thranduil up and held him to his hip.
"I member you!" Thranduil immediately started playing with Gil-galad's long tresses.
"You remember me? I am honored," Gil-galad grinned and silently hoped the child wouldn't pull out his hair. Thranduil smiled and started investigating Gil-galad's lush blue velvet cloak. He rubbed his hands over it, laughing to himself. Thranduil began to climb over Gil-galad's shoulders to inspect the intricate woven silver designs on the back. "Oh wait. Thranduil, don't fall!" Gil-galad grabbed Thranduil's waist and put him safely back on earth. It wouldn't do well for the relationship between Lindon and Greenwood should Oropher find his son's skull cracked at Gil- galad's fault. Thranduil, unperturbed, continued to play with the cloak, grabbing one edge and sweeping the floor. He giggled and darted between Gil- galad's legs and began to play "tent". Thranduil marched around with the cloak covering him, forcing Gil-galad to walk backwards to the great amusement of the other elves. This ended up nearly choking him, so he unclasped the cloak, letting the entire thing fall on top of little Thranduil. Quite lost, the child turned and twisted, trying to find his way out. Thinking he was left alone and in the dark, Thranduil began to wail.
"Oh no. No no," Gil-galad immediately lifted the cloak and patted the child's head and rubbed his back, worriedly trying to make him stop crying. Maybe this was why he was not so great with children. Gil-galad was frantic. The elves surrounded this little dilemma, smiles on all faces the way Gil-galad pampered and played with Thranduil. This was quite a different Gil-galad than the militaristic and harsh negotiator they usually saw. Drawn by the crowd and the wails of a child, Oropher strode over and discovered his son with Gil-galad. After a few minutes, Thranduil's cries subsided and having the attention of a multitude of elves, clutched the cloak nervously.
"Oh. Good morning, Oropher," Gil-galad turned around to find the crowd parted for the king. He bowed and tilted his head towards Thranduil. Oropher returned the greeting and went to gather his son up. As Thranduil was still holding fast to Gil-galad's cloak, Oropher tried to tug it away.
"Thranduil. This is not yours. This is Gil-galad's. We have to give it back to him. You wouldn't like someone else to take away Hoppy, would you?" Thranduil shook his head and let go of the cloak dejectedly.
"No, it's all right. He can keep it," Gil-galad pushed the cloak back towards Thranduil. Before Oropher could open his mouth, Thranduil shouted with glee.
"Eee!" He let out a squeal of delight and clutched the pretty cloak close to him. Oropher sighed and turned to Gil-galad.
"I am sorry. How much do I owe you for it? It's too valuable to give away to just a child. I have to-"
"His happiness is thanks enough for me," Gil-galad poked Thranduil's nose and laughed as he scrunched up his face before giggling. Oropher shifted Thranduil to his other arm and thanked Gil-galad profusely. Gil-galad's advisors tapped his shoulder, indicating that it was time to depart.
"May we meet again soon," Gil-galad bowed to Oropher and Thranduil at the front doors. Oropher bowed as well, though not as well with Thranduil in his arms. Thranduil, with one hand clutching the cloak, waved energetically, calling out,
"Bye Gilly Elfy!" Gil-galad smiled and waved back before mounting his horse, already brought out by the stable servants, and riding off west with his advisors towards home. Thranduil continued waving until Oropher turned and went back inside. Oropher still felt slightly bitter that Gil-galad managed to convince him into going to war with his people. It was just a matter of time of when the war was going to begin. Oropher looked at Thranduil, then at the cloak dragging on the floor. Oropher gathered the dragged half up in his other arm and wondered if Thranduil brought out something in Gil-galad that perhaps he never would have shown.
"People are complex," Oropher murmured aloud. Thranduil nodded emphatically. Oropher looked into Thranduil's face and laughed. "Do you know what complex means, little one?" Thranduil paused as if to ponder, then shook his head happily. "Children are fascinating, don't you agree?" Oropher touched foreheads with his son. Another laugh rang through the stone corridors as a certain elf-child nodded again.
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How was it? ^^ *points to review button*
To Dragon-of-the-north: ^_^ At first, when I was writing the chapter, the dream wasn't meant to be prophetic, but then I thought the story would have more meaning that way. Elves, I believe, tend to be more prophetic than others anyhow. Thank you for reviewing! It means a lot to me.
To Roheryn: Thank you!! :D It's wonderful to be on someone's favorites list. And yes, the "occasional axe-wielding dwarf" was meant to be funny. ^^;
To tenshiamanda: Here it is. :o) Thank you!