Legolas woke slowly. He stared around him in confusion. Where was he? He
slowly sat up.
"I see you are awake, elfling."
The voice from the doorway startled Legolas. A tall brown haired elf walked toward Legolas, his voice was kind. "I am Elrond. Do you remember who I am?" He questioned softly.
Legolas stared at Elrond, something was familiar about the care worn face, but what?
"What is your name?" Elrond asked quietly, his heart suddenly seemed to stop as he waited for a response.
Legolas wrinkled his brow in confusion. "My name? My, my name?" Legolas hands began to shake, "I don't know!" he cried panicked. He raised a shaking hand to his forehead. His name? What was his name?
Elrond gently took the shaking hand and stared into the silver blue orbs. "Your name is Prince Legolas, son of King Thranduil, the ruler of Mirkwood." He said gently.
"Le.Legolas?" Legolas questioned the Elf Lord. Elrond nodded.
Legolas tilted his head to the side as he closed his eyes. The name was so familiar, was it his name? He said it slowly. "Prince Legolas, son of King Thranduil, the ruler of Mirkwood." It fit somehow. Legolas wet his lips, his back suddenly ached and his shoulders ached. But why? He turned questioning eyes to Elrond, who perceived the questioned before they were asked.
"You were attacked by orcs and whipped. You were protecting the life of a baby. Can you remember anything?" Legolas closed his eyes once more, his brow wrinkled in concentration. Images flashed in his mind, bodies, blood, a cry, pain. His eyes opened suddenly.
"Strider!" But then he turned to Elrond "Who is Strider?"
Elrond felt as though his heart would break. He turned to the door and motioned for someone to enter.
Legolas stared at the figure entering. He looked so familiar, but why? Did he know this human? And why would he know this human? Estel slowly walked over to the bed, his heart ached. He heard every word that Elrond and Legolas had said. He smiled gently at the bedridden prince.
"Hello Legolas. I am Estel, also known as Strider."
Legolas stared at him, trying to remember something, anything. An image suddenly flashed through his mind of the human, Strider bending over him "Hold on, Legolas, hold on." He blinked, and shook his head.
"I. I.. remember you." He said slowly trying to remember more. He turned suddenly to Elrond. Instantly images of a turban covered Elrond flashed through his mind. He closed his eyes
"Dorolyn." He whispered. Pain filled the soft voice.
"Legolas!" They all turned to see Thranduil come through the door he rushed to the bed and clasped his son in his arms. Legolas stiffened then sudden memories filled him. Of laughter and tears, of pain, hurt, anguish and love. "I love you Legolas." Thranduil whispered into his son's ear. Tears slowly spilled from Legolas' eyes. "I love you father."
Over the next few days Legolas continued to remember the memories. Some came easily and some came hard. Some came with tears, others with laughter. Elrond journeyed back to Rivendell, happy that he was able to help. Ellendan, Elrohir and Estel stayed in Mirkwood helping Legolas to remember.
Estel walked into Legolas room. He looked around in confusion, then rolled his eyes when he spotted the elf outside in the tree. He walked over to the window sill.
"What are you doing Legolas?"
The elf turned with a grin.
"Thinking."
"About what?" Estel questioned.
Legolas grin slid away slowly. "I remembered my mother today Estel." He closed his eyes. "I can see her fair face, her hair, I can even remember how she smelled. A clean, fresh smell. Almost like the wind." He opened his eyes. "I remember the last thing she said to me, Estel."
Estel stayed silent offering his silent support.
Legolas sighed "She said that no matter what, that she will always be in my heart, in my mind." He smiled suddenly "Father said that I look just like her." He turned to Estel "He said 'while I can't see her love, I can always feel it." Legolas looked out at the swaying trees, and closed his eyes and smiled. "Can't you hear it Estel?" He whispered "Can you hear her laughter?"
They stayed there for a while each in his own thoughts, listening to the gentle sway of the wind.
A cry jerked them out of their reverie and a curse. They turned to see Trelan and Raniean enter. Raniean was laughing, Trelan cursing under his breath, holding the baby in one arm and trying to untangle his hair with the other. Legolas climbed back into the room, and took the baby from Trelan.
"Thanks a lot Estel! Go get the baby." He mimicked savagely.
Legolas laughed and threw the baby in the air and catching him the air was soon filled with shrieks of laughter.
Estel smiled at the prince and baby.
"Who is he Legolas?"
Legolas cradled the baby to his chest, he reached into the tiny tunic and pulled out a tiny emblem. He handed it to Estel who stared at the silver ship and swan in confusion. Trelan took it from him, he frowned at it. Raniean peered at it from over Trelan's shoulder. He looked up at Legolas
"That's..." Legolas nodded still cradling the child to his chest.
Estel looked at the three elves "What?"
Legolas turned the baby to face Estel.
"Estel." He said formally. "Meet Imrahil, Prince and heir of Dol Amroth."
Estel frowned, "But why was he with those people? Was that really his mother?" Legolas shrugged, "I don't know, father sent a messenger and the current Prince of Dol Amroth is coming today." He grinned at the shocked trio in front of him. A horn sounded outside. They all turned toward the unseen sound. "That must be your father." He told the infant, who giggled.
Thranduil welcomed Adrahil, the Lord of Dol Amroth in the throne room. All eyes turned to the entry way as four elves, a human and a baby entered. Legolas walked up his father carrying the baby. He felt the eyes of Adrahil fasten on him and never leave as he walked to the smaller throne beside his father.
Thranduil stood "Is this your son Adrahil?" He asked gently.
Adrahil slowly walked to the throne, his eyes on the baby. He gently reached out. The baby squealed with laughter and held his arms out. "Ada!" He cried. Tears welled in Adrahil's eyes and trickled down his face. "Imrahil, my son." He placed his forehead to his son's. Imrahil grabbed his father's hair and tugged.
Trelan winced involuntarily remembering all to well the headaches. Raniean elbowed him grinning. Trelan elbowed him back frowning. "At least you didn't get to take care of him." He whispered fiercely. Raniean just grinned.
Thranduil walked down to the still weeping Prince, he gently laid his hand on his back. "Come, we have a feast prepared. Then my son, Legolas will tell you the tale of how he rescued your son." Legolas rolled his eyes.
Estel grinned, and rubbed his hands together gleefully. He couldn't wait.
Hours later, when everyone was full and had pushed back their plates, Adrahil turned to Legolas.
"Tell me." He requested softly with a smile.
Estel laughed, turning all eyes on him. "I will tell the tale, for Legolas will leave out parts." He laughed again when Legolas frowned at him.
"You don't know all the details." Legolas started.
Estel quickly butted in "and when I get to that part you can tell the details." He grinned impudently at the elf who rolled his eyes in mock frustration. Estel went into great detail of Legolas' rescue of the baby.
Legolas had told him all that he remembered but Estel elaborated the story knowing that he wasn't far off the mark.
Legolas made as if to interrupt Estel several times, but was quickly cut off by a shake of the head from Thranduil. Legolas glanced at Adrahil who stared at Estel as he told the story. "And then he woke up, we were all so relieved. He couldn't remember anything, but." Estel stopped and smiled at Legolas. "he's starting to remember everything." He finished with a smile. Adrahil turned to Legolas with unshed tears in his eyes
"Thank you." He whispered. "Thank you." Embarrassed by both Estel's tale of his own bravery and by Adrahil's heartfelt thanks, Legolas could only nod.
"Dear Ada,
It has been nearly a fortnight since you left and you had asked me to write you and tell you how Legolas is doing. He is doing well. His memory has come nearly all back, though Ellendan and Elrohir have been helping him remember things that he hasn't ever known about me! Well, needless to say life has not been dull here.
Legolas is completely well, physically, thank the Valar, but he has had nightmares over the past few nights, recurring from Dorolyn and other things. He told me about his mother and how much he missed her. My heart aches for the pain that he has been in. But I know that he was able to get past the issues before so I know that he will be able to get past them again.
We have been looking through many herb books and we found the plant that we used for Legolas. It is said to be very rare and so King Thranduil has had the healers dry most of it to preserve it. We still don't know how the plant really works and Thranduil has had his healers continue to study it.
As you might know, the baby that Legolas found, is the future prince and heir of Dol Amroth. We were able to see Prince Adrahil and Imrahil reunited. I was able to tell the story of Legolas rescue and near death, though he didn't interrupt while I spoke he told me later how far I was from telling the true tale.
Well I must go ada, we are going hunting this afternoon. We will be home in a couple of days. Don't worry.
Much love, your sons.
Ellendan, Elrohir and Estel."
Elrond re-read the letter, a smile on his face. He was glad that Legolas was alright. He walked to a nearby window and looked out toward the forest, happy that life was once more normal.
"I see you are awake, elfling."
The voice from the doorway startled Legolas. A tall brown haired elf walked toward Legolas, his voice was kind. "I am Elrond. Do you remember who I am?" He questioned softly.
Legolas stared at Elrond, something was familiar about the care worn face, but what?
"What is your name?" Elrond asked quietly, his heart suddenly seemed to stop as he waited for a response.
Legolas wrinkled his brow in confusion. "My name? My, my name?" Legolas hands began to shake, "I don't know!" he cried panicked. He raised a shaking hand to his forehead. His name? What was his name?
Elrond gently took the shaking hand and stared into the silver blue orbs. "Your name is Prince Legolas, son of King Thranduil, the ruler of Mirkwood." He said gently.
"Le.Legolas?" Legolas questioned the Elf Lord. Elrond nodded.
Legolas tilted his head to the side as he closed his eyes. The name was so familiar, was it his name? He said it slowly. "Prince Legolas, son of King Thranduil, the ruler of Mirkwood." It fit somehow. Legolas wet his lips, his back suddenly ached and his shoulders ached. But why? He turned questioning eyes to Elrond, who perceived the questioned before they were asked.
"You were attacked by orcs and whipped. You were protecting the life of a baby. Can you remember anything?" Legolas closed his eyes once more, his brow wrinkled in concentration. Images flashed in his mind, bodies, blood, a cry, pain. His eyes opened suddenly.
"Strider!" But then he turned to Elrond "Who is Strider?"
Elrond felt as though his heart would break. He turned to the door and motioned for someone to enter.
Legolas stared at the figure entering. He looked so familiar, but why? Did he know this human? And why would he know this human? Estel slowly walked over to the bed, his heart ached. He heard every word that Elrond and Legolas had said. He smiled gently at the bedridden prince.
"Hello Legolas. I am Estel, also known as Strider."
Legolas stared at him, trying to remember something, anything. An image suddenly flashed through his mind of the human, Strider bending over him "Hold on, Legolas, hold on." He blinked, and shook his head.
"I. I.. remember you." He said slowly trying to remember more. He turned suddenly to Elrond. Instantly images of a turban covered Elrond flashed through his mind. He closed his eyes
"Dorolyn." He whispered. Pain filled the soft voice.
"Legolas!" They all turned to see Thranduil come through the door he rushed to the bed and clasped his son in his arms. Legolas stiffened then sudden memories filled him. Of laughter and tears, of pain, hurt, anguish and love. "I love you Legolas." Thranduil whispered into his son's ear. Tears slowly spilled from Legolas' eyes. "I love you father."
Over the next few days Legolas continued to remember the memories. Some came easily and some came hard. Some came with tears, others with laughter. Elrond journeyed back to Rivendell, happy that he was able to help. Ellendan, Elrohir and Estel stayed in Mirkwood helping Legolas to remember.
Estel walked into Legolas room. He looked around in confusion, then rolled his eyes when he spotted the elf outside in the tree. He walked over to the window sill.
"What are you doing Legolas?"
The elf turned with a grin.
"Thinking."
"About what?" Estel questioned.
Legolas grin slid away slowly. "I remembered my mother today Estel." He closed his eyes. "I can see her fair face, her hair, I can even remember how she smelled. A clean, fresh smell. Almost like the wind." He opened his eyes. "I remember the last thing she said to me, Estel."
Estel stayed silent offering his silent support.
Legolas sighed "She said that no matter what, that she will always be in my heart, in my mind." He smiled suddenly "Father said that I look just like her." He turned to Estel "He said 'while I can't see her love, I can always feel it." Legolas looked out at the swaying trees, and closed his eyes and smiled. "Can't you hear it Estel?" He whispered "Can you hear her laughter?"
They stayed there for a while each in his own thoughts, listening to the gentle sway of the wind.
A cry jerked them out of their reverie and a curse. They turned to see Trelan and Raniean enter. Raniean was laughing, Trelan cursing under his breath, holding the baby in one arm and trying to untangle his hair with the other. Legolas climbed back into the room, and took the baby from Trelan.
"Thanks a lot Estel! Go get the baby." He mimicked savagely.
Legolas laughed and threw the baby in the air and catching him the air was soon filled with shrieks of laughter.
Estel smiled at the prince and baby.
"Who is he Legolas?"
Legolas cradled the baby to his chest, he reached into the tiny tunic and pulled out a tiny emblem. He handed it to Estel who stared at the silver ship and swan in confusion. Trelan took it from him, he frowned at it. Raniean peered at it from over Trelan's shoulder. He looked up at Legolas
"That's..." Legolas nodded still cradling the child to his chest.
Estel looked at the three elves "What?"
Legolas turned the baby to face Estel.
"Estel." He said formally. "Meet Imrahil, Prince and heir of Dol Amroth."
Estel frowned, "But why was he with those people? Was that really his mother?" Legolas shrugged, "I don't know, father sent a messenger and the current Prince of Dol Amroth is coming today." He grinned at the shocked trio in front of him. A horn sounded outside. They all turned toward the unseen sound. "That must be your father." He told the infant, who giggled.
Thranduil welcomed Adrahil, the Lord of Dol Amroth in the throne room. All eyes turned to the entry way as four elves, a human and a baby entered. Legolas walked up his father carrying the baby. He felt the eyes of Adrahil fasten on him and never leave as he walked to the smaller throne beside his father.
Thranduil stood "Is this your son Adrahil?" He asked gently.
Adrahil slowly walked to the throne, his eyes on the baby. He gently reached out. The baby squealed with laughter and held his arms out. "Ada!" He cried. Tears welled in Adrahil's eyes and trickled down his face. "Imrahil, my son." He placed his forehead to his son's. Imrahil grabbed his father's hair and tugged.
Trelan winced involuntarily remembering all to well the headaches. Raniean elbowed him grinning. Trelan elbowed him back frowning. "At least you didn't get to take care of him." He whispered fiercely. Raniean just grinned.
Thranduil walked down to the still weeping Prince, he gently laid his hand on his back. "Come, we have a feast prepared. Then my son, Legolas will tell you the tale of how he rescued your son." Legolas rolled his eyes.
Estel grinned, and rubbed his hands together gleefully. He couldn't wait.
Hours later, when everyone was full and had pushed back their plates, Adrahil turned to Legolas.
"Tell me." He requested softly with a smile.
Estel laughed, turning all eyes on him. "I will tell the tale, for Legolas will leave out parts." He laughed again when Legolas frowned at him.
"You don't know all the details." Legolas started.
Estel quickly butted in "and when I get to that part you can tell the details." He grinned impudently at the elf who rolled his eyes in mock frustration. Estel went into great detail of Legolas' rescue of the baby.
Legolas had told him all that he remembered but Estel elaborated the story knowing that he wasn't far off the mark.
Legolas made as if to interrupt Estel several times, but was quickly cut off by a shake of the head from Thranduil. Legolas glanced at Adrahil who stared at Estel as he told the story. "And then he woke up, we were all so relieved. He couldn't remember anything, but." Estel stopped and smiled at Legolas. "he's starting to remember everything." He finished with a smile. Adrahil turned to Legolas with unshed tears in his eyes
"Thank you." He whispered. "Thank you." Embarrassed by both Estel's tale of his own bravery and by Adrahil's heartfelt thanks, Legolas could only nod.
"Dear Ada,
It has been nearly a fortnight since you left and you had asked me to write you and tell you how Legolas is doing. He is doing well. His memory has come nearly all back, though Ellendan and Elrohir have been helping him remember things that he hasn't ever known about me! Well, needless to say life has not been dull here.
Legolas is completely well, physically, thank the Valar, but he has had nightmares over the past few nights, recurring from Dorolyn and other things. He told me about his mother and how much he missed her. My heart aches for the pain that he has been in. But I know that he was able to get past the issues before so I know that he will be able to get past them again.
We have been looking through many herb books and we found the plant that we used for Legolas. It is said to be very rare and so King Thranduil has had the healers dry most of it to preserve it. We still don't know how the plant really works and Thranduil has had his healers continue to study it.
As you might know, the baby that Legolas found, is the future prince and heir of Dol Amroth. We were able to see Prince Adrahil and Imrahil reunited. I was able to tell the story of Legolas rescue and near death, though he didn't interrupt while I spoke he told me later how far I was from telling the true tale.
Well I must go ada, we are going hunting this afternoon. We will be home in a couple of days. Don't worry.
Much love, your sons.
Ellendan, Elrohir and Estel."
Elrond re-read the letter, a smile on his face. He was glad that Legolas was alright. He walked to a nearby window and looked out toward the forest, happy that life was once more normal.
