A/N: Woah. It's been a while eh? I'm still suffering writer's block at the
moment. I've written In His Eyes and I definitely know what is up next. But
I'll wait for a few more reviews to kick in. But I was listening to Mad
Season so I just had to update. Review ok, I'll write better and faster
then.
-Mad Season-
Thranduil burst into his large chambers. His chest was heaving from running and the feeling of claustrophobia. He felt as though everyone was trying to smother him. He flopped onto his bed and sighed. How good it felt to lie in bed.
He shifted and faced the ceiling. He could feel his forehead was warm, not because he was ill [elves do not fall ill]. It was just a trait of his. When he was stressed or panicked. His eyes slowly became glazed and he fell asleep.
-Meanwhile-
Inwe beamed at the baby who was crawling on the carpeted floor. Legolas was absolutely adorable and now he was gurgling and playing around with the toys she had brought. She sat next to him, hoping his cheeriness would not fade. She had a feeling that Legolas wasn't very fond of her. However he did not seem to mind.
After an hour or so, Inwe noted that Legolas was fond of bright red, green and silver colours. Why? She mentally sighed as Legolas started to chew on a similarly coloured quilt she had woven recently which she carelessly left on the floor. She gently tried to pry it away from the baby but Legolas proved to be a tough contender. Eventually she let go of it and pouted. "Ai.what am I going t do with you?" she looked at Legolas who was not paying any attention to her. "You do not like Inwe very much, do you Legolas?" Inwe asked him again, of course, she was not expecting any answer.
Inwe had a habit of twirling her necklace's pendant whenever she was bored or annoyed. Which she was then. She liked the pendant, it was pretty, made of platinum, and she had bought it at a reasonable price from another lady. The lady she bought it from was pleasant, light haired and she was carrying a child. Inwe loved children and hoped for a child of her own someday. All of a sudden, Legolas was finally paying attention to her and let go of the slobbered quilt. He started to reach out for Inwe.
"Aww.Does Legolas want Inwe now?" She scooped the baby into her arms and bounced him on her lap. Legolas giggled. He started to reach out for her pendant. "Ai..I knew it wasn't ME you wanted." she rolled her eyes. She let Legolas play with her pendant. As long as he didn't put it into his mouth! Just as those thoughts ran through her head, Cirinde entered the room. She chuckled. "You're stuck with this little one? Be careful then, you do not want to lose your place as a healer here do you? He'll have your head chopped off!"
Inwe blanched. "Oh! You silly goose! Do you think Lord Thranduil would REALLY behead you?" she laughed. Inwe half-heartedly laughed. After all he was KING. How would anyone know if he was or wasn't about to chop your head off? "Silly goose." Cirinde said again as she went to prepare food for Legolas. She noticed that he wasn't a very picky eater. Inwe looked down at Legolas.
His eyes were fixated on her pendant. His eyes would not move away from it. "Legolas? Legolas?" Inwe called again. The baby snapped out of his trance and looked up at her. "Are you hungry?" She got up to her feet and carried him to the table. Then, Legolas did the unexpected. He hugged her tight, and nuzzled his head into her chest, as though he was afraid, or merely wanting comfort. His eyes were starting to glaze, and he fell asleep.
Inwe was confused. "I thought he wasn't comfortable around me. Oh well, I guess he will just have to eat dinner today." All the while Legolas was asleep, he held her pendant in his tiny hand. Cirinde came out of the healer's quarter's kitchen with a bowl of food in her hand. The minute she saw the elfling's head on her chest dozing, she frowned and her eyebrows were raised. "And after all the trouble!" she grumbled. Inwe smiled. "Oh come now. I'm sure I can eat it mama!"
Thranduil tossed and turned in his bed. Flashes of memories invaded his sleep.
~Every image in his dream was fuzzy. It was moving around, sometimes it slowed down, and sometimes it sped up. He saw spiders, broken furniture, dead bodies, blood. Fighting elves, flying arrows. His line of vision suddenly changed, and now he was in the shoes of someone else.
"Spiders! Spiders are coming! Please, gli [honey], take our son!" 'Thranduil' suddenly said. A lady spun around and looked straight at 'Thranduil' and cried. "Please be careful!" Tears were streaming down her face. 'Thranduil' slowly nodded and leapt out of their tree. Soon, he was facing many spiders. He was slashing them with his daggers, and shooting them with his bow and arrows. All of a sudden, he heard a piercing scream, and his eyes widened in shock as he saw his beloved crash out of their tree, onto the ground. "No!!!" 'Thranduil' cried. He ran all the way to her and kneeled beside her, and caressed her face. Her eyes were closed. She was gone. "No!!!!" 'Thranduil' cried. He saw a necklace in her hand, and he closed her hand onto it. Then, all of a sudden, he felr a sharp pain in his back, and the world started to fade, and turn black.~
"No!!!" Thranduil cried and sat up. He was shivering and tears mingled with sweat on his face. He tried to breathe slowly and calm down. He ran a hand through his wet hair. He got up from his bed and left his chambers.
He walked out of the palace, and traced his way back. Back to the same area in the forest, where the moon had once shone red, and spiders massacred. He felt tears spring into his eyes. It was quiet and sorrowful. And sure enough, there were two graves lying beneath the same tree house he had found Legolas in. He kneeled in front of them.
One was the grave of Beren, and the other, Luthien*. He smiled at the use of those names. They surely died a sorrowful death as well. Then, as the clouds parted from the moon, moonlight hit their graves, and Thranduil's eyes caught a sparkle. He saw a necklace hung onto Luthien's tombstone and picked it up. It was beautiful. It was platinum. He then read the inscriptions on her stone. It told of the day she passed. But then, it ended off on both tombstones like so:
We pray He will live and love and grow. The necklace he wears is Our love.
Thranduil's eyes widened in shock as he felt a hand on his shoulders. He looked up and saw the face of an elf smiling sadly at him. "Those were the last words Beren whispered. Their child was a mere babe, and he was still left unnamed. We do not know whether the child is alive. I pray he is." He smiled and left. Thranduil could not stop the tears from flowing anymore, and he held the necklace tightly in his hand. He stood up and whispered,
"Your prayer has been answered."
-TBC-
A/N: How was it? I know it's been a while since I last updated. I used Beren and Luthien because I loved their tragic story. Sorry for that. I also apologize if I confused anyone with Thranduil's dream sequence. If you don't understand, please tell me in your *ahem* review. He was actually dreaming as if he was in Beren's body, see? One day to the Return of The King!
-Mad Season-
Thranduil burst into his large chambers. His chest was heaving from running and the feeling of claustrophobia. He felt as though everyone was trying to smother him. He flopped onto his bed and sighed. How good it felt to lie in bed.
He shifted and faced the ceiling. He could feel his forehead was warm, not because he was ill [elves do not fall ill]. It was just a trait of his. When he was stressed or panicked. His eyes slowly became glazed and he fell asleep.
-Meanwhile-
Inwe beamed at the baby who was crawling on the carpeted floor. Legolas was absolutely adorable and now he was gurgling and playing around with the toys she had brought. She sat next to him, hoping his cheeriness would not fade. She had a feeling that Legolas wasn't very fond of her. However he did not seem to mind.
After an hour or so, Inwe noted that Legolas was fond of bright red, green and silver colours. Why? She mentally sighed as Legolas started to chew on a similarly coloured quilt she had woven recently which she carelessly left on the floor. She gently tried to pry it away from the baby but Legolas proved to be a tough contender. Eventually she let go of it and pouted. "Ai.what am I going t do with you?" she looked at Legolas who was not paying any attention to her. "You do not like Inwe very much, do you Legolas?" Inwe asked him again, of course, she was not expecting any answer.
Inwe had a habit of twirling her necklace's pendant whenever she was bored or annoyed. Which she was then. She liked the pendant, it was pretty, made of platinum, and she had bought it at a reasonable price from another lady. The lady she bought it from was pleasant, light haired and she was carrying a child. Inwe loved children and hoped for a child of her own someday. All of a sudden, Legolas was finally paying attention to her and let go of the slobbered quilt. He started to reach out for Inwe.
"Aww.Does Legolas want Inwe now?" She scooped the baby into her arms and bounced him on her lap. Legolas giggled. He started to reach out for her pendant. "Ai..I knew it wasn't ME you wanted." she rolled her eyes. She let Legolas play with her pendant. As long as he didn't put it into his mouth! Just as those thoughts ran through her head, Cirinde entered the room. She chuckled. "You're stuck with this little one? Be careful then, you do not want to lose your place as a healer here do you? He'll have your head chopped off!"
Inwe blanched. "Oh! You silly goose! Do you think Lord Thranduil would REALLY behead you?" she laughed. Inwe half-heartedly laughed. After all he was KING. How would anyone know if he was or wasn't about to chop your head off? "Silly goose." Cirinde said again as she went to prepare food for Legolas. She noticed that he wasn't a very picky eater. Inwe looked down at Legolas.
His eyes were fixated on her pendant. His eyes would not move away from it. "Legolas? Legolas?" Inwe called again. The baby snapped out of his trance and looked up at her. "Are you hungry?" She got up to her feet and carried him to the table. Then, Legolas did the unexpected. He hugged her tight, and nuzzled his head into her chest, as though he was afraid, or merely wanting comfort. His eyes were starting to glaze, and he fell asleep.
Inwe was confused. "I thought he wasn't comfortable around me. Oh well, I guess he will just have to eat dinner today." All the while Legolas was asleep, he held her pendant in his tiny hand. Cirinde came out of the healer's quarter's kitchen with a bowl of food in her hand. The minute she saw the elfling's head on her chest dozing, she frowned and her eyebrows were raised. "And after all the trouble!" she grumbled. Inwe smiled. "Oh come now. I'm sure I can eat it mama!"
Thranduil tossed and turned in his bed. Flashes of memories invaded his sleep.
~Every image in his dream was fuzzy. It was moving around, sometimes it slowed down, and sometimes it sped up. He saw spiders, broken furniture, dead bodies, blood. Fighting elves, flying arrows. His line of vision suddenly changed, and now he was in the shoes of someone else.
"Spiders! Spiders are coming! Please, gli [honey], take our son!" 'Thranduil' suddenly said. A lady spun around and looked straight at 'Thranduil' and cried. "Please be careful!" Tears were streaming down her face. 'Thranduil' slowly nodded and leapt out of their tree. Soon, he was facing many spiders. He was slashing them with his daggers, and shooting them with his bow and arrows. All of a sudden, he heard a piercing scream, and his eyes widened in shock as he saw his beloved crash out of their tree, onto the ground. "No!!!" 'Thranduil' cried. He ran all the way to her and kneeled beside her, and caressed her face. Her eyes were closed. She was gone. "No!!!!" 'Thranduil' cried. He saw a necklace in her hand, and he closed her hand onto it. Then, all of a sudden, he felr a sharp pain in his back, and the world started to fade, and turn black.~
"No!!!" Thranduil cried and sat up. He was shivering and tears mingled with sweat on his face. He tried to breathe slowly and calm down. He ran a hand through his wet hair. He got up from his bed and left his chambers.
He walked out of the palace, and traced his way back. Back to the same area in the forest, where the moon had once shone red, and spiders massacred. He felt tears spring into his eyes. It was quiet and sorrowful. And sure enough, there were two graves lying beneath the same tree house he had found Legolas in. He kneeled in front of them.
One was the grave of Beren, and the other, Luthien*. He smiled at the use of those names. They surely died a sorrowful death as well. Then, as the clouds parted from the moon, moonlight hit their graves, and Thranduil's eyes caught a sparkle. He saw a necklace hung onto Luthien's tombstone and picked it up. It was beautiful. It was platinum. He then read the inscriptions on her stone. It told of the day she passed. But then, it ended off on both tombstones like so:
We pray He will live and love and grow. The necklace he wears is Our love.
Thranduil's eyes widened in shock as he felt a hand on his shoulders. He looked up and saw the face of an elf smiling sadly at him. "Those were the last words Beren whispered. Their child was a mere babe, and he was still left unnamed. We do not know whether the child is alive. I pray he is." He smiled and left. Thranduil could not stop the tears from flowing anymore, and he held the necklace tightly in his hand. He stood up and whispered,
"Your prayer has been answered."
-TBC-
A/N: How was it? I know it's been a while since I last updated. I used Beren and Luthien because I loved their tragic story. Sorry for that. I also apologize if I confused anyone with Thranduil's dream sequence. If you don't understand, please tell me in your *ahem* review. He was actually dreaming as if he was in Beren's body, see? One day to the Return of The King!