Author's notes: Yep it's the sequel to Childish adventures. If you haven't read the first one I suggest you do as a there are a few things in here that will be a bit harder to understand. I've got three stories going at the moment so updates may be a bit slow, then again they may not be if I work extra hard. :)
Disclaimer: The setting and most of the characters belong to the great Tolkien.
Dreams of a young one.
A small blonde elfling tossed and turned in his bed, the moon shone warmly down on him through his open window. But the child was too deep in his nightmares to realize. With a cry he sat bolt upright. He raised a shaking hand and wiped the sweat away from his forehead. He climbed out of his bed and onto his window sill, staring at his surroundings. He had told his father and Elerossë about his powers, but not to the whole extent. He felt like it was something that only he was supposed to have and if he shared it with anyone else it would be wrong. He was the only one meant to see the badness, the filth and dirt of this world. Legolas shook his head, he couldn't dwell on it seeing as it wasn't the future. He had described a bit of the dream to Elerossë and asked if he had heard of it. Elerossë had said yes and asked how he knew about, he said he saw a picture. No use worrying the adults even more than they already were. After the horrible Fara templa er* incident the attacks had gone back to normal but the after effects were terrible. It had taken three months just to get everything that they needed to repair the damage. And they had only just started work now, it would take at least a year for everything to be fixed. Sighing he jumped down and winced, the after effects were worse than usual. He walked over to his wardrobe, he would forget all about it. No use worrying.
Legolas ran down the path, his soles making no noise on the soft earth. Scampering into the forest, he reached his mother's tree, well it was his now but it felt right to call it hers. Bending down to a burrow below it, Legolas peered inside.
"It's me, you can come out."
There was a scamper of claws and a wolf's head appeared.
Legolas, how are you today?
Fine, thank you Fluffy.
Legolas smiled at the wolf cub, after he had spent so much time running to and from the palace and his home. Fluffy's mother, Lanta had said he was going to get himself killed. So Legolas had found a good spot for Fluffy to make a home and with help from Lanta had dug it. Seeing as no one usually dared to come near his mother's tree Legolas had decided it would be there. So the cub now spent half his time with Legolas and half his time with his family.
It happened again yesterday.
Sighing Legolas started to fiddle with his braid, for some odd reason elves kept seeing Fluffy and then again not. He would be standing in front of them but they wouldn't be able to see him.
It has to do with your abilities.
What's me being able to talk to you got anything to do with it?
You want to protect me so I'm guessing your subconscious does so without you knowing.
It's possible, I'll ask Mithrandir next time he come.
When is he coming?
Soon. My father is holding the council this time.
Council for what?
They have councils when they wish to share information about what is going on in Middle-Earth. It helps them to be more prepared for the dangers that might attack them.
Fluffy nodded and stretched out into the sun, Legolas leant back against a tree. His braid clamped tightly in his hand. They stayed there just happy that the other was there, and taking great comfort in the presence. A bell ringing somewhere off, signalled that Legolas had to go. After his children kept running off and never coming when called Thranduil had taken to getting a bell ringed every time he needed them. Sighing Legolas pushed himself up, stroked Fluffy on the head and ran back towards the palace.
He skidded into his room and nearly cried out when Marya started tugging on his tunic.
"Lord Elrond and the others will be arriving soon. Change into your formal robes and be in the throne room in two minutes!" And with that she turned on her heels and vanished out the door. Legolas fiddled with his sleeves as he quickly changed, his long dark green robes made his blonde hair look lighter then ever, and the sunlight reflected off the silver threads adorning it. Quickly as he could he scurried down the corridor and skidded into the throne room and stood in his normal place beside Lúthien, just as the doors opened. In strolled Lord Elrond, Celeborn and the Lady Galadriel. Smiles adorned their faces as they took in the sight of the children, which were standing in a line beside Thranduil. Each dressed in formal robes, Beren's was dark blue, Lúthien's a light violet and Legolas green.
"I welcome you too Mirkwood, and I hope you shall enjoy your stay."
"I'm certain we will Thranduil."
The adults then started talking smiling at each other, while the children stood as still as they could. A fly buzzed round and round Legolas's head and Beren and Lúthien could see Legolas was fighting the urge to squash it. But being the children of the king, they had to stand still as statues until the king dismissed them. Beren started having to fight his own war as he watched Legolas's eyes follow the fly. He bit down tightly and he could see his sister shaking with repressed laughter. But before Legolas could loose control of his temper and attack something else disturbed the meeting.
"Not late am I?"
A figure dressed in grey robes and a pointed hand stood in the doorway, leaning on a wooden staff.
"Mithrandir!"
Legolas forgot about the fact that he was supposed to be behaving properly and dashed across the room. With a small cry the elfling had flung himself at Gandalf locking his arms round the man's waist.
"It is nice to see you too Little elfling." He whispered smiling down at the blonde, his eyes twinkling merrily.
"What have you been up too?"
"Too much."
All heads turned to Beren, who shrugged. "Well he has, right Little troublemaker."
"Are not!"
"Are too, Little brother. You are the real terror of Mirkwood."
Legolas stuck his tongue out at them and looked up at Gandalf.
"Where have you been? Have you seen anything interesting?"
"Enough Legolas, you may talk to Mithrandir later. But now we need to hold our council."
"Alright."
The two eldest turned and walked out gracefully, while their little brother hugged Gandalf one last time before bolting out of the door.
Yet again that night the dreams came.
Legolas was standing on a meadow, the lush green grass blowing slightly in the wind. He would have smiled, but he knew what was coming next. There was an ear splitting cry and a huge bird dove from the sky. At a second look one would realise that the bird had no feathers but instead black scales. It's head had a small snout and glowing red eyes, and open opening it's mouth a forked tongue flicked out before a burst of flame flew across the ground. The meadow was reduced to burnt ashes and dust. Legolas sighed and turned round as they flew over his head. He looked over at the town, he watched as the humans screamed and started to run as the town started to started to light. Flames danced from house to house, as the creatures flew overhead. Legolas rubbed his eyes as the black smoke billowed overhead. This was what had happened to many human cities in Sauron's reign. He had read it in the history book. He winced as he felt his body the same familiar feeling, it happened every time. He shut his eyes and his body or soul he had began to think was pulled into a humans. The human was in control but he felt everything he felt, he watched through the man's eyes as the doorway collapsed. He wanted to scream as he felt the flames lick at the man's legs, he felt them catch hold of his arms and body. Then it faded the picture changing and he was pulled out of the man's body. He was in Mirkwood when it had once been known as Greenwood, he didn't bother looking around at the elves scattered at his feet. He knew none of them and they could not see him at all. He watched as the other foul creatures started to make their way over to the elves who were just outside of Greenwood. He watched as the elves started to fight, he found himself once again being pulled into another random body. He felt the poison sink into his skin as the orc blade swiped the elf's arm. The pain was intense, he could feel it spread throughout his blood. The elf looked up, an orc blade would swipe across the elf's neck. But it didn't.
"Elerossë, the King Thranduil."
Legolas blinked, this was wrong his father and Elerossë weren't supposed to be here. He looked up to see Elerossë repeatedly shoot arrows at the orcs and wargs surrounding Thranduil. Glancing over at the forest behind them he realised that it had gotten darker and it looked just like Mirkwood. A warg suddenly grabbed hold of Thranduil's arm, the elf dropped his sword and tried to beat it away. A sword plunged into the elf's chest. Legolas screamed as he watched his father fall to the ground, Elerossë dropped beside him not noticing the arrow being aimed at him. He yelled and screamed but he was in the elf's body so no one could hear him.
"Legolas, wake up. Wake up!"
Legolas's eyes focused on his sister, she pushed a lock of wavy hair away from her face.
"Little brother you were screaming in your sleep, what is the matter?"
"Nothing." He mumbled pushing her hands away from him and pulling himself out of bed.
"You had a nightmare?"
"No."
She ignored him, carrying on. "Elves don't usually get nightmares."
He growled at his sister, ignoring her and pulling on his tunic.
"Mother used to get nightmares when bad things were about to happen."
"I told you I didn't have a nightmare."
She raised an eyebrow at him, an action she had copied off her father when he wanted something out of someone. He just glared, so she turned on her heels and marched out the room. When she reached the doorway she heard her brother mumble something to her. Se spun round to face him.
"What is it Little brother?"
"Don't tell anyone."
"Why not?"
"Please promise not to."
She looked at his pitiful yet pained face. She wanted to help him, ever so much. She had to gain his trust on this subject then she could make him tell her.
"Alright, I promise."
He smiled and she turned and shut the door behind her. She didn't hear the whimpers of pain as her brother sunk to the floor. His dream replaying over and over again in his head.
It took Legolas several goes before he could lift himself off the floor. He had hidden his pain from Lúthien and he was glad she left when she did as he would've broken soon. He climbed down the tree and went strait to the pond, knowing that he had already missed breakfast. He could get some food for himself later, when he felt like he could keep it in his stomach. He sat down at he the base of The Four's, the others weren't there they would be arriving later. Sighing Legolas stared into the canopy above him, what did his dreams mean? Why did they now have his father and Elerossë in it? Was it like Lúthien said, he was predicting their deaths? He shook his head, his blonde hair flying about in the process. They weren't going to die. Were they? He was broken out of his thoughts when a brunette tackled him, sending him onto his side.
"Rana, get off!"
"I shall always greet you along these terms from now on." She declared, smiling up at him from her position sprawled across his chest.
"Fine! I shall greet you in the same way."
"Please don't. We are messy enough as it is."
"I wasn't talking to you Lólindir." She cried out, pushing herself off her friend and poking her tongue out at him. Lólindir just sat down on the grass, ignoring her.
"What shall we do today?" Tanya asked, climbing up the tree and sitting in it's branches.
"The usual?"
"To boring Rana, we need something else to do!"
"Fine you give a suggestion." She said, sweeping her hair back. Their was a pause were they all trained their eyes on Tanya.
"Okay fine I don't have any ideas. I just think that we should lull them into a sense of security then attack. Like an orc attack, we will ambush them!"
"You like to fight to much." Lólindir commented casually as he lay on his back. Tanya snorted at the elf's words, but did nothing but lie back on the tree trunk.
"You alright Legolas?"
"Pardon?" The blonde had gone back to thinking of his dreams and hadn't heard what Ranawen had said.
"I asked if you were alright."
"You're right, he looks pale."
"Don't you start Lólindir, I'm fine and you Rana." He said turning to cut the she-elf off before she could retort. She glared at him but lay back down on the grass, and kept shooting him looks out of the corner of her eye.
Legolas rubbed the side of his head as he walked towards the kitchens. He had the worst headache, and the fact that all three of his friends wouldn't leave him alone made everything worse. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep up with his façade of calmness, but he had too if he was going to stop them worrying.
"Legolas where are you going?" The elf started and turned to face Gandalf. He had been too involved in his thoughts to listen out for anyone.
"The kitchens."
"May I join you?"
Legolas nodded and Gandalf started walking in time with the elfling. He said not a word while they walked or when Legolas was getting food in the kitchen. He finally spoke when the pair sat down one the balcony. Legolas was swinging his legs back and forth as he bit into his bread.
"You did not look yourself when we met."
The blonde chocked, and after much coughing looked up at the wizard.
"What?"
"I noticed that you seemed to be somewhat different, when I asked your father he explained to be what happened."
He smiled as he regarded the small elfling who was refusing to meet his eyes.
"You have strong powers for one so young."
Still Legolas wouldn't meet his eyes, he continued to stare at his plate.
"I can feel the power flowing through you."
Legolas's eyes snapped up to meet Gandalf's.
"After much training, one can tend to sense someone else's powers."
"Oh." He went back to plate, playing with the remaining food on it.
"Legolas, you will need to be trained in your powers."
"Why?"
"If you don't they will become to much and you will lose control over them."
"I don't understand."
"Say someone was making you angry, and you hadn't trained with your powers. You could hurt them."
"How?"
"In the mind. When Galadriel was young, she sometimes did that."
Legolas stared at him in complete disbelief. The Lady Galadriel losing her temper? It wasn't possible! But then again everyone had to start somewhere.
"I am not as powerful as she. There is no need."
"I think you will find Little one, that there is."
Legolas fought with himself. Whether or not to ask Mithrandir about hiding Fluffy. The wizard slowly stood up and smiled kindly at Legolas. The blonde said nothing and Gandalf walked off. Legolas dropped his head onto the table. Why had he not asked him? He breathed deeply, what to do now?
Darkness, swirling all around him. There was nothing else, nothing more.
"Help."
The word seemed to echo in the swirling mists that seemed to hold him in the air. Legolas paused and reached up and grabbed a plait. He pulled his legs up and sat crossed legged in the darkness.
"Where am I?"
Legolas whispered to himself. He winced suddenly, he felt like someone had poked his side with a knife. There was no one there. It happened again and again. He could see nobody yet the pain kept coming. Then suddenly it stopped and a new pain started. His inside felt like they were on fire and his body started thrashing on it's own accord trying to get away. A scream left his throat. He screamed and screamed, hoping that someone would come. Someone would help. Wouldn't they?
I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it. The next chapter will be up as soon as possible.
Translations.
Fara templa er: hunt magic one
Characters guide.
King Thranduil: Legolas's father.
Queen Máraran: Legolas's mother, deceased.
Crown prince Beren: Legolas's brother. First born.
Princess Lúthien: Legolas's sister. Third born.
Prince Orophin: Legolas's brother. Second born, deceased.
Ranawen: Friend of Legolas. (Female.)
Lólindir: Friend of Legolas. (Male.)
Tanya: Friend of Legolas. (Male.)
Elerossë: Captain of Mirkwood. Good friend of Thranduil.
Marya: Head cook. Second mother to Legolas.
Fluffy: Cub of Lanta, friend of Legolas.
Lanta: She-wolf, saved
Fara: Evil creature that killed Legolas's mother
