A/N: Hello. Ok. I am here to try and write another story. It is angsty, but
not abusive. So, read it and see if you like it.
"Thranduil, I will miss you my love." Whispered Lumina, her soft voice cracking. Her leaf green eyes were growing empty. Slowly, they were fading into darkness.
Above her stood Thranduil, King of Mirkwood, and husband of Lumina. Tears filled his blue eyes. They were full of sadness and fear.
"No, Mina. You cannot go. I forbid you." Thranduil said sadly. Lumina smiled a little.
"Take care of Legolas," She said and looked over at a sleeping form on her bed, "And take care of Amowiel, your last born child."
With that said, Lumina kissed his trembling lips and went limp. The once cheerful, happy she-Elf was now life-less. Her green eyes held no emotion, none at all. Her once naturally slightly tanned skin was now as white as the clear clouds in the sky, and her once charming and beautiful laughter would never echo throughout the halls of the Mirkwood palace ever again.
Thranduil looked over his wife's body once more and let the tears that he held back for 40 minutes fall. He leaned on his wife's stomach and cried and there he stayed for quite a while.
10 years later.
A small Elven-child of about 27 years of age, swift fully ran through the trees and bushes. Looking behind him, he saw his attacker chasing him. Turning back around, he continued running.
He hadn't meant to run out so far into Mirkwood. He had just seen something and followed it. It said his name; he thought it was his elder brother, Lómomir.
He turned back around, his blonde hair flying into his face. He carelessly moved it out of the way and looked behind him.
He saw nothing.
He stopped running. He turned back around. His blue eyes grew wide and fearful. Standing in front of him was a hooded person. It wore a very dark green, almost black, cloak. Its face was hidden beneath the hood. It lifted up an arm and with lightning fast speed, grabbed onto Legolas's hair.
Legolas grabbed his hair as the person began dragging him away. He screamed but his mouth was quickly covered by the person's hand. Legolas bit it and the person let go. It seemed to get angry and took out a knife. Legolas's already fear filled eyes filled with even more fear. It held the dagger up his arms and slit them.
Legolas screamed. It echoed throughout the forest and awakened all creatures and Elves.
Thranduil was working on helping Lómomir pick out an outfit for the feast tonight that was representing Legolas's 28th birthday. He had just picked up a tunic when the sound of his youngest son's scream reached his ear. It wasn't the scream of joy or anything, it was the scream of terror and fear and pain.
Thranduil dropped the tunic and quickly ran out of the room, Lómomir right behind him.
A/N: You like? Tell me if you do or don't. I won't mind if you correct me or not. Well, I'll post the next chapter soon.
"Thranduil, I will miss you my love." Whispered Lumina, her soft voice cracking. Her leaf green eyes were growing empty. Slowly, they were fading into darkness.
Above her stood Thranduil, King of Mirkwood, and husband of Lumina. Tears filled his blue eyes. They were full of sadness and fear.
"No, Mina. You cannot go. I forbid you." Thranduil said sadly. Lumina smiled a little.
"Take care of Legolas," She said and looked over at a sleeping form on her bed, "And take care of Amowiel, your last born child."
With that said, Lumina kissed his trembling lips and went limp. The once cheerful, happy she-Elf was now life-less. Her green eyes held no emotion, none at all. Her once naturally slightly tanned skin was now as white as the clear clouds in the sky, and her once charming and beautiful laughter would never echo throughout the halls of the Mirkwood palace ever again.
Thranduil looked over his wife's body once more and let the tears that he held back for 40 minutes fall. He leaned on his wife's stomach and cried and there he stayed for quite a while.
10 years later.
A small Elven-child of about 27 years of age, swift fully ran through the trees and bushes. Looking behind him, he saw his attacker chasing him. Turning back around, he continued running.
He hadn't meant to run out so far into Mirkwood. He had just seen something and followed it. It said his name; he thought it was his elder brother, Lómomir.
He turned back around, his blonde hair flying into his face. He carelessly moved it out of the way and looked behind him.
He saw nothing.
He stopped running. He turned back around. His blue eyes grew wide and fearful. Standing in front of him was a hooded person. It wore a very dark green, almost black, cloak. Its face was hidden beneath the hood. It lifted up an arm and with lightning fast speed, grabbed onto Legolas's hair.
Legolas grabbed his hair as the person began dragging him away. He screamed but his mouth was quickly covered by the person's hand. Legolas bit it and the person let go. It seemed to get angry and took out a knife. Legolas's already fear filled eyes filled with even more fear. It held the dagger up his arms and slit them.
Legolas screamed. It echoed throughout the forest and awakened all creatures and Elves.
Thranduil was working on helping Lómomir pick out an outfit for the feast tonight that was representing Legolas's 28th birthday. He had just picked up a tunic when the sound of his youngest son's scream reached his ear. It wasn't the scream of joy or anything, it was the scream of terror and fear and pain.
Thranduil dropped the tunic and quickly ran out of the room, Lómomir right behind him.
A/N: You like? Tell me if you do or don't. I won't mind if you correct me or not. Well, I'll post the next chapter soon.