A/N: This is very AU so please, dear Tolkien purists, don't think of hitting me with sticks and axes! Please, be kind and drop a review, whether you liked it or not!
-Meant to Be-
The moon was blood red. The whole of Mirkwood was quiet, save for songs of lament and sorrow. Though it was calm outside, within the palace, it was quite the opposite.
Healers were frantic, running in and out of rooms, taking along with them herbs and things that could possibly stop her from fading. To stop the Queen of Mirkwood from fading.
"Nana!!!!" Thranduil cried, "Please don't give up!Don't leave me!!". Tears welled up in his blue eyes as he held on tight to his mothers weak hand. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she gave him a weak smile." I am so. so sorry..Thranduil..I am too weak..I can not hold on much longer..Be strong, laes, be strong..Amin mella le.." she said, as she closed her eyes for the last time, never to be opened again. "Naneth!!!". Thranduil's cry would never be forgotten by the elves and healers present. It sent chills and sorrow through them. He ran out of the room, the halls, burst through doors and knocked down a few elves on the way out.
He felt the blood pumping to his legs. Although he was an elf, he felt them straining, as his heart was. He ran and ran til he found himself in a part of the forest where not many lived, but the elves that did live there were also singing, soft lament. His knees gave way and he fell to the forest floor.
Tears ran freely down his cheeks. He burried his face in his hands, sobbing, not caring if he was heard by the tree's inhabitants. He looked around through blurry eyes, and realised something.
He was all alone.
He rested himself against a tree and brought his knees to his chest. He couldn't believe it. Both Ada and Naneth were gone. Oropher had fought in the battle that night, along with many others, elves and men. But, he died. And later, his wife. Ada and Naneth, were gone. The two most loved and important people in his life were gone, and they couldn't come back. He cursed Mandos for bestowing such cruelty upon him. Fond and unforgettable memories flashed through his mind, causing him to suffer more. He wouldn't have any more good memories to add on.
He snapped back to reality as a shrill scream pierced the silence. He was suddenly alert, and his eyes fell upon a great Mirkwood spider. To his distress, there were even more behind the first. By instinct, he reached out for an arrow, but realised that he had not brought any weapons with him. But relief ran through him as the tree inhabitants started to attack the gowing number of spiders. The women and children were evacuating, and Thranduil decided to help. He climbed up a tree, in case there were still anyone left inside. As he climbed inside, a spider climbed from the other side. To his horror, there was a lady inside. She stood, rooted the ground in fear. "Look out!!" Thranduil cried, but alas, it was too late, as the spider attacked her infront of his very eyes. Absolutely shocked, but he managed to hide himself. As he hid himself, he saw an archer, kneeled down beside the lady the spider attacked. Tears were running down his face and he was too late, as a spider attacked him from the back.
A wave of nausea washed through Thranduil. It wasn't just the blood that had spilt, it was the death. The spider did not seem to be leaving the flet, and Thranduil slowly and noiselessly crept back into the house to kill it. It was a wreck. Tables overturned, chairs broken, shards of glass on the floor.
He looked out from the tree and saw eleves and spiders, dead on the ground. The horrible sight made him think. "I am alone. All alone. Ada and Naneth are gone! I have NOTHING. Nothing to live for! Why should I care to defeat it?!" He braced himself for the spider's attack when suddenly, he heard a cry. His eyes darted to a corner of the house and saw a bundle lying on the floor, and by instinct, he ran towards it and swept it up in his arms. It started to wail loudly and the spider pounced to attack, but Thranduil was too quick and he jumped out and down to the ground.
Thoughts ran through Thranduil's mind. This baby. Poor thing. He too had lost his Ada and Naneth. Then Thranduil realised. He too was alone. He was young. He had yet to experience love, joy, he didn't have any memories. It was unfair. "No". Thranduil thought. "I can not let myself get killed. Not now. If I did, then he will have the same fate, and should that happen, I would be a murderer. He himself was born into this world, was loved, and had memories. Swiftly he set the bundle down and whispered prayers to a fallen elf, took hiw bow and arrow, and shot the beast right in the heart. It fell down with a sickening screech.
He picked up the baby and walked to a less 'crowded' area of the forest. His knees gave way for the second time that night. The baby was still crying. He looked into its eyes and remembered that he too had just lost his own parents. He started to cry and unconsciously rocked the baby and lulled to it the same lullaby his Ada and Naneth sang to him.
Suddenly, the baby stopped crying. Thranduil stopped lulling and brought the baby eye to eye. The baby reached out to touch his face, and wiped away a tear from his cheek. Thranduil felt sudden comfort as his face connected with the little hand. He nuzzled his pink nose with the baby's and it started to gurggle and coo. Sooner, it started giggling! It's little fingers reached out and grabbed a braid of hair, intrigued by the complexity of it. Thranduil picked a small green leaf fron the baby boy's golden hair. He found that despite him crying the whole night, he started to smile through his tears. Seeing this, the baby in his arms giggled even more, and Thranduil started laughing too. The baby cooed and relaxed in his warm arms, but its eyes caught sight of the green leaf in Thranduil's hand. Seeing this, Thranduil gave it to the baby.
Finally, Thranduil mustered all his strength and stood up. The baby yawned and by instinct, he covered its small mouth with his finger. The baby wrapped its tiny hand aound his finger and it blinked and looked up at Thranduil. As its sleepy eyes started to close, Thranduil said, "Goodnight little one. Goodnight, Legolas Greenleaf."
~TBC?~
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this fic. Now I am not sure how to continue it, I have a few ideas but I can't seem to put them down properly. But I feel like I want to continue, but maybe it will be very, very slow process. Leave a review and tell me what you think!
-Meant to Be-
The moon was blood red. The whole of Mirkwood was quiet, save for songs of lament and sorrow. Though it was calm outside, within the palace, it was quite the opposite.
Healers were frantic, running in and out of rooms, taking along with them herbs and things that could possibly stop her from fading. To stop the Queen of Mirkwood from fading.
"Nana!!!!" Thranduil cried, "Please don't give up!Don't leave me!!". Tears welled up in his blue eyes as he held on tight to his mothers weak hand. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she gave him a weak smile." I am so. so sorry..Thranduil..I am too weak..I can not hold on much longer..Be strong, laes, be strong..Amin mella le.." she said, as she closed her eyes for the last time, never to be opened again. "Naneth!!!". Thranduil's cry would never be forgotten by the elves and healers present. It sent chills and sorrow through them. He ran out of the room, the halls, burst through doors and knocked down a few elves on the way out.
He felt the blood pumping to his legs. Although he was an elf, he felt them straining, as his heart was. He ran and ran til he found himself in a part of the forest where not many lived, but the elves that did live there were also singing, soft lament. His knees gave way and he fell to the forest floor.
Tears ran freely down his cheeks. He burried his face in his hands, sobbing, not caring if he was heard by the tree's inhabitants. He looked around through blurry eyes, and realised something.
He was all alone.
He rested himself against a tree and brought his knees to his chest. He couldn't believe it. Both Ada and Naneth were gone. Oropher had fought in the battle that night, along with many others, elves and men. But, he died. And later, his wife. Ada and Naneth, were gone. The two most loved and important people in his life were gone, and they couldn't come back. He cursed Mandos for bestowing such cruelty upon him. Fond and unforgettable memories flashed through his mind, causing him to suffer more. He wouldn't have any more good memories to add on.
He snapped back to reality as a shrill scream pierced the silence. He was suddenly alert, and his eyes fell upon a great Mirkwood spider. To his distress, there were even more behind the first. By instinct, he reached out for an arrow, but realised that he had not brought any weapons with him. But relief ran through him as the tree inhabitants started to attack the gowing number of spiders. The women and children were evacuating, and Thranduil decided to help. He climbed up a tree, in case there were still anyone left inside. As he climbed inside, a spider climbed from the other side. To his horror, there was a lady inside. She stood, rooted the ground in fear. "Look out!!" Thranduil cried, but alas, it was too late, as the spider attacked her infront of his very eyes. Absolutely shocked, but he managed to hide himself. As he hid himself, he saw an archer, kneeled down beside the lady the spider attacked. Tears were running down his face and he was too late, as a spider attacked him from the back.
A wave of nausea washed through Thranduil. It wasn't just the blood that had spilt, it was the death. The spider did not seem to be leaving the flet, and Thranduil slowly and noiselessly crept back into the house to kill it. It was a wreck. Tables overturned, chairs broken, shards of glass on the floor.
He looked out from the tree and saw eleves and spiders, dead on the ground. The horrible sight made him think. "I am alone. All alone. Ada and Naneth are gone! I have NOTHING. Nothing to live for! Why should I care to defeat it?!" He braced himself for the spider's attack when suddenly, he heard a cry. His eyes darted to a corner of the house and saw a bundle lying on the floor, and by instinct, he ran towards it and swept it up in his arms. It started to wail loudly and the spider pounced to attack, but Thranduil was too quick and he jumped out and down to the ground.
Thoughts ran through Thranduil's mind. This baby. Poor thing. He too had lost his Ada and Naneth. Then Thranduil realised. He too was alone. He was young. He had yet to experience love, joy, he didn't have any memories. It was unfair. "No". Thranduil thought. "I can not let myself get killed. Not now. If I did, then he will have the same fate, and should that happen, I would be a murderer. He himself was born into this world, was loved, and had memories. Swiftly he set the bundle down and whispered prayers to a fallen elf, took hiw bow and arrow, and shot the beast right in the heart. It fell down with a sickening screech.
He picked up the baby and walked to a less 'crowded' area of the forest. His knees gave way for the second time that night. The baby was still crying. He looked into its eyes and remembered that he too had just lost his own parents. He started to cry and unconsciously rocked the baby and lulled to it the same lullaby his Ada and Naneth sang to him.
Suddenly, the baby stopped crying. Thranduil stopped lulling and brought the baby eye to eye. The baby reached out to touch his face, and wiped away a tear from his cheek. Thranduil felt sudden comfort as his face connected with the little hand. He nuzzled his pink nose with the baby's and it started to gurggle and coo. Sooner, it started giggling! It's little fingers reached out and grabbed a braid of hair, intrigued by the complexity of it. Thranduil picked a small green leaf fron the baby boy's golden hair. He found that despite him crying the whole night, he started to smile through his tears. Seeing this, the baby in his arms giggled even more, and Thranduil started laughing too. The baby cooed and relaxed in his warm arms, but its eyes caught sight of the green leaf in Thranduil's hand. Seeing this, Thranduil gave it to the baby.
Finally, Thranduil mustered all his strength and stood up. The baby yawned and by instinct, he covered its small mouth with his finger. The baby wrapped its tiny hand aound his finger and it blinked and looked up at Thranduil. As its sleepy eyes started to close, Thranduil said, "Goodnight little one. Goodnight, Legolas Greenleaf."
~TBC?~
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this fic. Now I am not sure how to continue it, I have a few ideas but I can't seem to put them down properly. But I feel like I want to continue, but maybe it will be very, very slow process. Leave a review and tell me what you think!