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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[On a historical note: It's around the 3200's of the Second Age. I am making Thranduil about seven years old now, although in "reality" he would probably be much much older.]
"What is this?" Oropher, who was copying manuscripts painstakingly in his study room, looked up as a messenger (a young boy of about 40 years old) rushed in and dropped a letter on his writing table. The boy was breathing hard and faltered for a moment before replying.
"A message from Gil-galad, my Lord,"
"Gil-galad? I have not heard from him for a year and a half..." Oropher mused while setting down his quill. "Thank you for coming all the way from Lindon. Would you like to stay?" The boy paused, then shook his head.
"No, I must- I must hurry back. A small piece of bread would be greatly appreciated though," The boy hesitated.
"Your name?"
"Bregon,"
"You look famished," Oropher looked at his weary face, "Amariel! Please take Bregor to the kitchen and give him food," A handmaiden came in and smiled at Bregor and motioned for him to follow. Bregor stared at her in sort of a daze, and then as if a sudden thought broke his gaze, he abruptly turned to bow, and left. Oropher chuckled and finished opening the letter. It read:
To Oropher, King of the Silvan Elves of Greenwood the Great:
The King, his family, and members of his advisory council and their immediate relations are invited to Forlindon for the annual Yavannië festival. It will be held on the 15th and all that come are welcome to stay as long as needed. Contests of skill will be held and those who wish to participate are encouraged to prepare beforehand.
Cordially yours,
Gil-Galad, High King of the Noldor, of Lindon
At this particular moment, Thranduil zoomed in, his "flying" wooden toy dragon "roaring with ferociousness". Thranduil halted, seeing his father reading what he believed was some manuscript of great importance.
"I'm sorry Father. You must be busy. I will come back later," Thranduil dejectedly walked towards the door. Oropher looked up.
"I believe I can squeeze in time for my son," Oropher raised an eyebrow in amusement as Thranduil happily scrambled into his lap.
"What is that?" Thranduil pointed to Gil-galad's letter which Oropher was still holding.
"It's a very important secret," Oropher said with a wry smile and flipped the letter so that the blank side was facing Thranduil.
"It is? Oh," Thranduil feigned disinterest and fiddled with his dragon, but Oropher saw him sneak curious glances towards the letter.
"All right. I know you're curious. Here, but only if you tell no one else," Oropher pretended to carefully hand over the letter to his son. Thranduil widened his eyes. His father had never let him see secret documents before! Thranduil held the letter delicately and read it aloud.
"Father! It's not a secret document!" Thranduil looked at his father with disappointment written all over his face.
"I know. I was jesting with you," Oropher laughed and placed a kiss on Thranduil's head. Thranduil wrinkled his nose and rubbed his head. "You don't like my kisses now?" Oropher pretended to look as if the world has ended. And Thranduil pretended to ponder as he placed the letter on the writing table.
"Nay, father," Thranduil decided and leaned to kiss his father's cheek. As his kissed Oropher's cheek, he blew a loud raspberry. Thranduil jumped off Oropher's lap, laughing and Oropher dashed after him, eventually catching him and tickling him to death.
"That was for giving me a 'secret document'!" Thranduil giggled.
"I know, son," Oropher smiled. They were sitting on the floor now. Oropher pointed to the letter on the writing table. "Would you like to go?"
"What is a Yavannië festival?"
"An Ivanneth festival, except in Noldorin fashion instead of Sindarin,"
"Ohh..." Thranduil pondered. "Are you going?"
"I believe I will. It would be nice to get out of the woods now and then," Oropher stood up. "Well, if you're not going, you can stay behind and work ahead on your lessons," Oropher pulled back his dark brown hair.
"Wait! I'll come!" Thranduil quickly stood up as well.
"No festival's fun without you," Oropher patted Thranduil's head and immediately began to draft a response. "It's nearly the 1st so we must begin to make arrangements,"
"I'll help!" Thranduil said, attempting to take some important role instead of being lost in the rush.
"That's my boy," Oropher smiled as he looked up.
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[The Yavannië/Ivanneth festival]
After a long trip, the Silvan party from Greenwood arrived at Forlindon, much to Gil-galad's delight. The more Elves, the better.
"Greetings, Oropher!" Gil-galad bowed to Oropher and the other Silvan Elves. He received bows from all in return. "Hello, Thranduil," He bent down to face Thranduil.
"Gil-galad!" Thranduil rushed forward to hug him and was rewarded with a lift into the air.
"Oy! You must be getting bigger or I must be getting older," Gil-galad chuckled.
"I am seven years now," Thranduil said proudly. Gil-galad nodded solemnly as if this news was more serious than news of Mordor.
"A very important age. I used to be seven once. That was a long time ago," Gil-galad said, lost in thought for a bit. "Anyhow, on to other things. By the way, when did you learn my name? I thought I was Gilly Elfy," Gil-galad smiled. With a nod from Oropher, Gil-galad began to walk towards the gardens while Oropher chatted with other Noldor Elves of importance.
"I remember calling you Gilly Elfy. But father said that was no way to respect the High King, so I finally learned that you are Gil-galad,"
"Indeed I am. Are you joining any of the contests of skill while you are here?"
"I thought it was only for old elves. You mean I can join?" Thranduil looked excited.
"We are not that old!" Gil-galad laughed. "Well, you can join the ones we have for youths about your age. You have no idea how many Elves have brought their children. Hopefully, Forlindon will still be standing at the end of all this,"
"And we are not that bad!" Thranduil attempted to look serious and dignified, only to break into peals of laughter as Gil-galad tickled him.
"And if you win, you may get the attention of some fair young maidens," Gil- galad grinned as Thranduil shuddered.
"Elf-maidens are not fun. All they do is brush their hair and sing. They do not play dragons or battles. Besides, the other boys say that if we go near them, they will give us an invisible disease. I do not want an invisible disease," Thranduil frowned. At this, Gil-galad laughed out loud, earning him some amused looks from other nearby Elves.
"Elf-maidens have invisible diseases?"
"You didn't know that?" Thranduil whispered fiercely, shying away from an Elf-lady with a long white dress walking by. He widened his eyes as she saw him and came closer.
"My Lord," She inclined her head as Gil-galad smiled and greeted her in return.
"Welcome, Galadriel. Lindon is honored to have you present," Galadriel smiled. She glanced at Thranduil.
"I did not know you had a son. He is not illegitimate, is he?" Galadriel raised an eyebrow sternly.
"Oh, no. No. I have no son. He is Thranduil, son of Oropher," Gil-galad stammered and brought Thranduil out from behind him. Thranduil shied away from Galadriel's eyes and looked at the floor. She peered at him intensely for a moment.
"The Prince of Greenwood?"
"Yes, he is," Gil-galad replied, confused as to why Galadriel stared at the boy. He thought he saw a hint of sadness in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her stiff nature.
"I am sure he is a fine child. I will see you at the feast. I must go join Celeborn now," Galadriel inclined her head again and walked off. Gil-galad looked at her until she disappeared from sight. He was surprised to find Thranduil staring at the ground.
"Are you all-" Gil-galad paused to greet other Elves of nobility. "Are you all right, Thranduil?" He resumed.
"I'm afraid of her, Gil-galad," Thranduil continued looking at his feet.
"She's a very powerful Elf-lady. Many people are afraid of her. But that is who she is. In time, you shall get to know her better," Gil-galad grabbed Thranduil's hand and pulled him up. Thranduil nodded as they walked off towards the feast.
To be continued....
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How was it? ^^ *points to review button*
Yavannië: Quenya for the ninth month of the calendar
Ivanneth: Sindarin for the ninth month of the calendar
To Dragon-of-the-north: I guess it would symbolize Thranduil thinking of Gil-galad as a second father, sort of a role model and protector, you could say. I wrote the last chapter more for fun than for symbolism. But yes, if symbolism were to be included, that would be more like it. ^_^ Thranduil, by the Battle of Dagorlad, I believe is old enough to live by himself so Gil-galad would provide as someone he could lean onto for advice and comfort (not the slashy way, as some would interpret by reading this) rather than a guardian. I'm glad you liked the chapter. :o)
To feanen: :o) Thank you!
To tenshiamanda: Here it is. ^_^
To amlugwen: :o) Thank you!
To Lutris: ^^ Thank you! No there aren't that many little Thranduil fics...*sniff*
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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[On a historical note: It's around the 3200's of the Second Age. I am making Thranduil about seven years old now, although in "reality" he would probably be much much older.]
"What is this?" Oropher, who was copying manuscripts painstakingly in his study room, looked up as a messenger (a young boy of about 40 years old) rushed in and dropped a letter on his writing table. The boy was breathing hard and faltered for a moment before replying.
"A message from Gil-galad, my Lord,"
"Gil-galad? I have not heard from him for a year and a half..." Oropher mused while setting down his quill. "Thank you for coming all the way from Lindon. Would you like to stay?" The boy paused, then shook his head.
"No, I must- I must hurry back. A small piece of bread would be greatly appreciated though," The boy hesitated.
"Your name?"
"Bregon,"
"You look famished," Oropher looked at his weary face, "Amariel! Please take Bregor to the kitchen and give him food," A handmaiden came in and smiled at Bregor and motioned for him to follow. Bregor stared at her in sort of a daze, and then as if a sudden thought broke his gaze, he abruptly turned to bow, and left. Oropher chuckled and finished opening the letter. It read:
To Oropher, King of the Silvan Elves of Greenwood the Great:
The King, his family, and members of his advisory council and their immediate relations are invited to Forlindon for the annual Yavannië festival. It will be held on the 15th and all that come are welcome to stay as long as needed. Contests of skill will be held and those who wish to participate are encouraged to prepare beforehand.
Cordially yours,
Gil-Galad, High King of the Noldor, of Lindon
At this particular moment, Thranduil zoomed in, his "flying" wooden toy dragon "roaring with ferociousness". Thranduil halted, seeing his father reading what he believed was some manuscript of great importance.
"I'm sorry Father. You must be busy. I will come back later," Thranduil dejectedly walked towards the door. Oropher looked up.
"I believe I can squeeze in time for my son," Oropher raised an eyebrow in amusement as Thranduil happily scrambled into his lap.
"What is that?" Thranduil pointed to Gil-galad's letter which Oropher was still holding.
"It's a very important secret," Oropher said with a wry smile and flipped the letter so that the blank side was facing Thranduil.
"It is? Oh," Thranduil feigned disinterest and fiddled with his dragon, but Oropher saw him sneak curious glances towards the letter.
"All right. I know you're curious. Here, but only if you tell no one else," Oropher pretended to carefully hand over the letter to his son. Thranduil widened his eyes. His father had never let him see secret documents before! Thranduil held the letter delicately and read it aloud.
"Father! It's not a secret document!" Thranduil looked at his father with disappointment written all over his face.
"I know. I was jesting with you," Oropher laughed and placed a kiss on Thranduil's head. Thranduil wrinkled his nose and rubbed his head. "You don't like my kisses now?" Oropher pretended to look as if the world has ended. And Thranduil pretended to ponder as he placed the letter on the writing table.
"Nay, father," Thranduil decided and leaned to kiss his father's cheek. As his kissed Oropher's cheek, he blew a loud raspberry. Thranduil jumped off Oropher's lap, laughing and Oropher dashed after him, eventually catching him and tickling him to death.
"That was for giving me a 'secret document'!" Thranduil giggled.
"I know, son," Oropher smiled. They were sitting on the floor now. Oropher pointed to the letter on the writing table. "Would you like to go?"
"What is a Yavannië festival?"
"An Ivanneth festival, except in Noldorin fashion instead of Sindarin,"
"Ohh..." Thranduil pondered. "Are you going?"
"I believe I will. It would be nice to get out of the woods now and then," Oropher stood up. "Well, if you're not going, you can stay behind and work ahead on your lessons," Oropher pulled back his dark brown hair.
"Wait! I'll come!" Thranduil quickly stood up as well.
"No festival's fun without you," Oropher patted Thranduil's head and immediately began to draft a response. "It's nearly the 1st so we must begin to make arrangements,"
"I'll help!" Thranduil said, attempting to take some important role instead of being lost in the rush.
"That's my boy," Oropher smiled as he looked up.
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[The Yavannië/Ivanneth festival]
After a long trip, the Silvan party from Greenwood arrived at Forlindon, much to Gil-galad's delight. The more Elves, the better.
"Greetings, Oropher!" Gil-galad bowed to Oropher and the other Silvan Elves. He received bows from all in return. "Hello, Thranduil," He bent down to face Thranduil.
"Gil-galad!" Thranduil rushed forward to hug him and was rewarded with a lift into the air.
"Oy! You must be getting bigger or I must be getting older," Gil-galad chuckled.
"I am seven years now," Thranduil said proudly. Gil-galad nodded solemnly as if this news was more serious than news of Mordor.
"A very important age. I used to be seven once. That was a long time ago," Gil-galad said, lost in thought for a bit. "Anyhow, on to other things. By the way, when did you learn my name? I thought I was Gilly Elfy," Gil-galad smiled. With a nod from Oropher, Gil-galad began to walk towards the gardens while Oropher chatted with other Noldor Elves of importance.
"I remember calling you Gilly Elfy. But father said that was no way to respect the High King, so I finally learned that you are Gil-galad,"
"Indeed I am. Are you joining any of the contests of skill while you are here?"
"I thought it was only for old elves. You mean I can join?" Thranduil looked excited.
"We are not that old!" Gil-galad laughed. "Well, you can join the ones we have for youths about your age. You have no idea how many Elves have brought their children. Hopefully, Forlindon will still be standing at the end of all this,"
"And we are not that bad!" Thranduil attempted to look serious and dignified, only to break into peals of laughter as Gil-galad tickled him.
"And if you win, you may get the attention of some fair young maidens," Gil- galad grinned as Thranduil shuddered.
"Elf-maidens are not fun. All they do is brush their hair and sing. They do not play dragons or battles. Besides, the other boys say that if we go near them, they will give us an invisible disease. I do not want an invisible disease," Thranduil frowned. At this, Gil-galad laughed out loud, earning him some amused looks from other nearby Elves.
"Elf-maidens have invisible diseases?"
"You didn't know that?" Thranduil whispered fiercely, shying away from an Elf-lady with a long white dress walking by. He widened his eyes as she saw him and came closer.
"My Lord," She inclined her head as Gil-galad smiled and greeted her in return.
"Welcome, Galadriel. Lindon is honored to have you present," Galadriel smiled. She glanced at Thranduil.
"I did not know you had a son. He is not illegitimate, is he?" Galadriel raised an eyebrow sternly.
"Oh, no. No. I have no son. He is Thranduil, son of Oropher," Gil-galad stammered and brought Thranduil out from behind him. Thranduil shied away from Galadriel's eyes and looked at the floor. She peered at him intensely for a moment.
"The Prince of Greenwood?"
"Yes, he is," Gil-galad replied, confused as to why Galadriel stared at the boy. He thought he saw a hint of sadness in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her stiff nature.
"I am sure he is a fine child. I will see you at the feast. I must go join Celeborn now," Galadriel inclined her head again and walked off. Gil-galad looked at her until she disappeared from sight. He was surprised to find Thranduil staring at the ground.
"Are you all-" Gil-galad paused to greet other Elves of nobility. "Are you all right, Thranduil?" He resumed.
"I'm afraid of her, Gil-galad," Thranduil continued looking at his feet.
"She's a very powerful Elf-lady. Many people are afraid of her. But that is who she is. In time, you shall get to know her better," Gil-galad grabbed Thranduil's hand and pulled him up. Thranduil nodded as they walked off towards the feast.
To be continued....
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How was it? ^^ *points to review button*
Yavannië: Quenya for the ninth month of the calendar
Ivanneth: Sindarin for the ninth month of the calendar
To Dragon-of-the-north: I guess it would symbolize Thranduil thinking of Gil-galad as a second father, sort of a role model and protector, you could say. I wrote the last chapter more for fun than for symbolism. But yes, if symbolism were to be included, that would be more like it. ^_^ Thranduil, by the Battle of Dagorlad, I believe is old enough to live by himself so Gil-galad would provide as someone he could lean onto for advice and comfort (not the slashy way, as some would interpret by reading this) rather than a guardian. I'm glad you liked the chapter. :o)
To feanen: :o) Thank you!
To tenshiamanda: Here it is. ^_^
To amlugwen: :o) Thank you!
To Lutris: ^^ Thank you! No there aren't that many little Thranduil fics...*sniff*