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-Meant To Be- chapter 2 -
Thranduil sighed. She looked so beautiful, yet he could not smile at all. Her silver hair shimmered and her pale face glowed as the moonlight entered the room. With his face in his hands he sobbed to himself. He kissed her cheek for one last time and left the room, head hung low as he was lead to his new chambers by his father's advisor.
"Sleep well, my King." he said, and left. Thranduil felt a sudden weight fall on his shoulders, and it was only the beginning but he already felt tired before he even carried it for a few steps. He sighed and entered his chambers, not wanting to be seen. Not wanting to be heard. He just wanted to shut out the world. He just wanted to cry. He was about to lay on his bed when he heard a soft cry. He immediately ran towards the source.
He looked into the cot that was placed in his room. It was made of strong oak, engraved with leaves of gold, and vines of green and silver. It was his own. The very same one he slept in when he was a mere babe. Inside lay a tiny elfling, its bright blue eyes curiously looking up through a curtain of gold silk.
It reached out a hand and gently tugged at a few strands. Thranduil beamed at it, and picked it up from the cot. "You have slept well, haven't you Legolas?" he teased. Legolas gave a small yawn in response. All of a sudden, Legolas started to cry. Thranduil was bewildered and started to panic. Suddenly the thought hit him and with baby Legolas in his arms, he made his way to visit her.
~Thranduil made his way back. He was greeted with an ominous silence, full of sadness and despair. Fully aware of the eyes that had settled upon him and Legolas.
His father's advisor was tearing upon the sight of his best friend's son. But he stopped when his eyes rested upon Legolas. Thranduil braced himself for the words, "You cannot keep him.". But they never came. Instead, he was greeted with a warm embrace, and met warm eyes saying, "I shall help you, no matter what it is. Be you a King, or be you a father. I shall be by your side.~
He made his way to the east side of the building. It was the healing quarters. He gulped involuntarily, hoping he would not awaken anyone or worst, meet Cirinde, the oldest and strictest healer in Mirkwood. It did not help either when she had a sharp female tongue. He was hoping to meet Inwe, one of the younger, newer healers, who was, much easier to approach, even though he did not know much of her yet. Legolas was getting a tad louder and Thranduil started to try hush him down. "Shh..little one!"
Thranduil was so flustered that he did not notice Cirinde standing 2 meters in front of him as he walked in. He bumped into her and immediately felt the colour drain from his face. Though he was now King, he was still extremely young, had less experience than he wished he did, and was still intimidated by Cirinde. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Up so late my lord?" she asked softly. "I..ah..why yes.." Thranduil answered. She gave him a cold, unwavering look, then slowly, her face softened and she did the unbelievable. She hugged him.
"Oh..oh..Thranduil..[sniff]..I am so..so..sorry.." she mumbled into his hair and teared. Thranduil actually started to smile, amused by her behavior. But then again, he could not blame her, as she was close to his mother. A muffled cry was heard. "Ah..Ah..I think you should let go milady!" Thranduil cried. The old lady gasped in realization and released the young King. She looked at Legolas and sighed. "He is beautiful."
After a moment of silence, Thranduil broke it and told her that Legolas was crying earlier, and he did not know what to do. He suddenly blushed. "I...I know why he is crying..He is hungry! He hasn't had anything since I brought him back." Thranduil said, blushing even harder. Seeing this, Cirinde gave him a sly smile, turning into a grin. "Oh, but why so bashful milord? He is merely a babe, why is it such a task to feed him?" she asked slyly. She knew what was running through Thranduil's mind. "Well..since he is a babe...there is only one thing I can think of..." he trailed off. "And?" Cirinde grinned. "Well..only a lady can provide such..isn't that so?"
"Tsk tsk tsk..Dear Thranduil. I am flattered, but just how old do you think I am? And no one else here is in such a state... To provide what you ask for." she smiled. She somehow enjoyed seeing Thranduil in such a squeamish state, ever since he was a child. Thranduil almost cried out in embarrassment and frustration when Cirinde laughed, placed a hand on his cheek, and told him that she would be right back.
Finally, after an hour of feeding Legolas a special kind of baby food, and a full-blown nutrition lesson, Thranduil returned to his chambers with Legolas sleeping after feeling full. He decided to sleep with Legolas, loving the warmth and comfort that he felt just by being with him. He sighed as he watched the steady rise and fall of his son's small chest, an extremely soft beating of his heart could be heard in the silence.
Thranduil sighed and looked up at the ceiling, half wishing that he had met a certain someone else, who visited his dreams as he drifted off to sleep.
TBC
A/N: Hmm...so...... was it good? Bad? Either way, tell me! That means... REVIEW!! Booya.
-Meant To Be- chapter 2 -
Thranduil sighed. She looked so beautiful, yet he could not smile at all. Her silver hair shimmered and her pale face glowed as the moonlight entered the room. With his face in his hands he sobbed to himself. He kissed her cheek for one last time and left the room, head hung low as he was lead to his new chambers by his father's advisor.
"Sleep well, my King." he said, and left. Thranduil felt a sudden weight fall on his shoulders, and it was only the beginning but he already felt tired before he even carried it for a few steps. He sighed and entered his chambers, not wanting to be seen. Not wanting to be heard. He just wanted to shut out the world. He just wanted to cry. He was about to lay on his bed when he heard a soft cry. He immediately ran towards the source.
He looked into the cot that was placed in his room. It was made of strong oak, engraved with leaves of gold, and vines of green and silver. It was his own. The very same one he slept in when he was a mere babe. Inside lay a tiny elfling, its bright blue eyes curiously looking up through a curtain of gold silk.
It reached out a hand and gently tugged at a few strands. Thranduil beamed at it, and picked it up from the cot. "You have slept well, haven't you Legolas?" he teased. Legolas gave a small yawn in response. All of a sudden, Legolas started to cry. Thranduil was bewildered and started to panic. Suddenly the thought hit him and with baby Legolas in his arms, he made his way to visit her.
~Thranduil made his way back. He was greeted with an ominous silence, full of sadness and despair. Fully aware of the eyes that had settled upon him and Legolas.
His father's advisor was tearing upon the sight of his best friend's son. But he stopped when his eyes rested upon Legolas. Thranduil braced himself for the words, "You cannot keep him.". But they never came. Instead, he was greeted with a warm embrace, and met warm eyes saying, "I shall help you, no matter what it is. Be you a King, or be you a father. I shall be by your side.~
He made his way to the east side of the building. It was the healing quarters. He gulped involuntarily, hoping he would not awaken anyone or worst, meet Cirinde, the oldest and strictest healer in Mirkwood. It did not help either when she had a sharp female tongue. He was hoping to meet Inwe, one of the younger, newer healers, who was, much easier to approach, even though he did not know much of her yet. Legolas was getting a tad louder and Thranduil started to try hush him down. "Shh..little one!"
Thranduil was so flustered that he did not notice Cirinde standing 2 meters in front of him as he walked in. He bumped into her and immediately felt the colour drain from his face. Though he was now King, he was still extremely young, had less experience than he wished he did, and was still intimidated by Cirinde. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Up so late my lord?" she asked softly. "I..ah..why yes.." Thranduil answered. She gave him a cold, unwavering look, then slowly, her face softened and she did the unbelievable. She hugged him.
"Oh..oh..Thranduil..[sniff]..I am so..so..sorry.." she mumbled into his hair and teared. Thranduil actually started to smile, amused by her behavior. But then again, he could not blame her, as she was close to his mother. A muffled cry was heard. "Ah..Ah..I think you should let go milady!" Thranduil cried. The old lady gasped in realization and released the young King. She looked at Legolas and sighed. "He is beautiful."
After a moment of silence, Thranduil broke it and told her that Legolas was crying earlier, and he did not know what to do. He suddenly blushed. "I...I know why he is crying..He is hungry! He hasn't had anything since I brought him back." Thranduil said, blushing even harder. Seeing this, Cirinde gave him a sly smile, turning into a grin. "Oh, but why so bashful milord? He is merely a babe, why is it such a task to feed him?" she asked slyly. She knew what was running through Thranduil's mind. "Well..since he is a babe...there is only one thing I can think of..." he trailed off. "And?" Cirinde grinned. "Well..only a lady can provide such..isn't that so?"
"Tsk tsk tsk..Dear Thranduil. I am flattered, but just how old do you think I am? And no one else here is in such a state... To provide what you ask for." she smiled. She somehow enjoyed seeing Thranduil in such a squeamish state, ever since he was a child. Thranduil almost cried out in embarrassment and frustration when Cirinde laughed, placed a hand on his cheek, and told him that she would be right back.
Finally, after an hour of feeding Legolas a special kind of baby food, and a full-blown nutrition lesson, Thranduil returned to his chambers with Legolas sleeping after feeling full. He decided to sleep with Legolas, loving the warmth and comfort that he felt just by being with him. He sighed as he watched the steady rise and fall of his son's small chest, an extremely soft beating of his heart could be heard in the silence.
Thranduil sighed and looked up at the ceiling, half wishing that he had met a certain someone else, who visited his dreams as he drifted off to sleep.
TBC
A/N: Hmm...so...... was it good? Bad? Either way, tell me! That means... REVIEW!! Booya.