Title: Tithen Dulin
Author: Mystkyten (mystkyten@cox.net)
Pairing: Legolas/OFC
Rating: R
WARNING: abuse of a child. Please do not read if this bothers you. I know that there are not many references to elves being evil, but the way I figure it, if there are good and bad human, then there are good and bad elves. If you do not agree, do not read this story. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters you recognize, they belong to Tolkien, I am only borrowing them for a little while. I promise to bring them back in the same condition as I found them, maybe with a little wear and tear.
^means thought^ *means human speak* ***means flashback*** "means elven"
Please R/R
Chapter 3
King Thranduil observed his son from the doorway as he frantically tore apart the small bedroom. He suspected that his son finally noticed that the child was not where he left her.
"Lose something, my son?"
Legolas's head smacked into the table the he was looking under. He grabbed his head, glaring at his sire for a second before he realized who was talking. "Uh, Hello, Father. I was just."
Thranduil interrupted his son. "I believe you will find what you are looking for in my suite." Thranduil turned on his heel and stalked out of the room.
Legolas froze for a moment and then ran to his father's room, dreading what he would see. Half expecting to find the child tied up, Legolas was relieved when he did not see her. After the initial relief, however, he started to get worried as he did not see her at all. A movement from the bed drew his eyes in that direction. He stalked to the bed and was startled to see the child sound asleep in the middle of the bed, something held tightly in her arms. The child made a soft murmur and rolled over. Legolas held his breath when he saw what the child was holding. "Wolfie" Legolas had not seen his childhood friend in years, and thought it lost long ago.
Legolas gently picked her up and carried her back to her room. As he laid her down on the bed, he noticed that she was starting to wake. *Child, what were you doing in my Father's room?*
*I was scared. I looked for you and you were gone. I went to big door, and went to sleep in big bed.*
*Where did you get the toy?* Legolas looked at the wolf toy held tightly in her arms.
*I don't know. Maybe mama gave it to me.* Tithen Dulin clutched the toy to her chest afraid that it might be taken away.
Legolas assured the child that the toy was hers to play with, and coaxed her back to sleep.
As soon as the child drifted back to sleep, Legolas turned his thoughts to his father. What in the world just happened. Assuring himself that the child was indeed asleep, Legolas left the room to find his father.
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"Father." Legolas found his father in the war room. "I am sorry about this morning."
Thranduil lifted a hand interrupting his son's apology. "No matter, there was no harm done Just keep her out of my sight." He changed the subject quickly. "What is the word from the borders?"
Legolas let his father change the subject, intending to talk to him about the child later. "It was quiet until I hit the border near the human village. Judging by the destruction, it had to have been a large cohort of orcs. I informed Ceredren when he took over the border patrol. He said he would send word when he located them."
"As long as they stay off of Mirkwood lands, I am not too concerned with them." Thranduil looked over at his son. "Have Tathar gather a legion of the best archers in case they are needed at the border."
Legolas nodded to his father. He decided to check in on the child before heading to find Tathar. Legolas peeked into the room, intending to make sure the child was sleeping. His gaze caught sight of the empty bed. A quick glance assured the elf that the child was not in the room.
"Oh, no, not again." Legolas tore out of the room, hoping to find the child before his father did
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No one was watching. The raven-haired child took one more glance down the hallway, than ran to the large door. 'Las would be mad, but Tithen Dulin wanted to explore the big room again. No one was around, so she pushed open the door and crept into the king's chamber. Looking like a child in a toy shop Tithen Dulin's eyes darted from one side of the room to the other, not sure where she wanted to start. Bottles on top of a bureau caught her eyes. The bright colored bottles glistened in the light of the fire making the colored light dance on the wall behind them. She opened the stopper on a finely cut crystal bottle. The scent of wild flowers wafted through the room. Liking the scent Tithen Dulin doused herself with the contents of the bottle.
Spotting the chest out of the corner of her eye, Tithen dropped the bottle back onto the bureau and headed in that direction. The corner of a frilly dress caught her eye. Tucked alongside the chest was a small doll clad in a very elaborate dress of purple velvet. Tithen pounced on the toy, cuddling it close to her chest.
Her head jerked up at the sound of feet marching in the hallway beyond. Quietly she hurried to the door and looked out. A group of elven soldiers passed the room, not noticing the child hiding in the doorway of their king's chamber. As soon as they passed, Tithen Dulin hastened out of the room, taking the doll with her.
TBC
Rating: R
WARNING: abuse of a child. Please do not read if this bothers you. I know that there are not many references to elves being evil, but the way I figure it, if there are good and bad human, then there are good and bad elves. If you do not agree, do not read this story. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters you recognize, they belong to Tolkien, I am only borrowing them for a little while. I promise to bring them back in the same condition as I found them, maybe with a little wear and tear.
^means thought^ *means human speak* ***means flashback*** "means elven"
Please R/R
Chapter 3
King Thranduil observed his son from the doorway as he frantically tore apart the small bedroom. He suspected that his son finally noticed that the child was not where he left her.
"Lose something, my son?"
Legolas's head smacked into the table the he was looking under. He grabbed his head, glaring at his sire for a second before he realized who was talking. "Uh, Hello, Father. I was just."
Thranduil interrupted his son. "I believe you will find what you are looking for in my suite." Thranduil turned on his heel and stalked out of the room.
Legolas froze for a moment and then ran to his father's room, dreading what he would see. Half expecting to find the child tied up, Legolas was relieved when he did not see her. After the initial relief, however, he started to get worried as he did not see her at all. A movement from the bed drew his eyes in that direction. He stalked to the bed and was startled to see the child sound asleep in the middle of the bed, something held tightly in her arms. The child made a soft murmur and rolled over. Legolas held his breath when he saw what the child was holding. "Wolfie" Legolas had not seen his childhood friend in years, and thought it lost long ago.
Legolas gently picked her up and carried her back to her room. As he laid her down on the bed, he noticed that she was starting to wake. *Child, what were you doing in my Father's room?*
*I was scared. I looked for you and you were gone. I went to big door, and went to sleep in big bed.*
*Where did you get the toy?* Legolas looked at the wolf toy held tightly in her arms.
*I don't know. Maybe mama gave it to me.* Tithen Dulin clutched the toy to her chest afraid that it might be taken away.
Legolas assured the child that the toy was hers to play with, and coaxed her back to sleep.
As soon as the child drifted back to sleep, Legolas turned his thoughts to his father. What in the world just happened. Assuring himself that the child was indeed asleep, Legolas left the room to find his father.
**********************************************************************
"Father." Legolas found his father in the war room. "I am sorry about this morning."
Thranduil lifted a hand interrupting his son's apology. "No matter, there was no harm done Just keep her out of my sight." He changed the subject quickly. "What is the word from the borders?"
Legolas let his father change the subject, intending to talk to him about the child later. "It was quiet until I hit the border near the human village. Judging by the destruction, it had to have been a large cohort of orcs. I informed Ceredren when he took over the border patrol. He said he would send word when he located them."
"As long as they stay off of Mirkwood lands, I am not too concerned with them." Thranduil looked over at his son. "Have Tathar gather a legion of the best archers in case they are needed at the border."
Legolas nodded to his father. He decided to check in on the child before heading to find Tathar. Legolas peeked into the room, intending to make sure the child was sleeping. His gaze caught sight of the empty bed. A quick glance assured the elf that the child was not in the room.
"Oh, no, not again." Legolas tore out of the room, hoping to find the child before his father did
***********************************************************************
No one was watching. The raven-haired child took one more glance down the hallway, than ran to the large door. 'Las would be mad, but Tithen Dulin wanted to explore the big room again. No one was around, so she pushed open the door and crept into the king's chamber. Looking like a child in a toy shop Tithen Dulin's eyes darted from one side of the room to the other, not sure where she wanted to start. Bottles on top of a bureau caught her eyes. The bright colored bottles glistened in the light of the fire making the colored light dance on the wall behind them. She opened the stopper on a finely cut crystal bottle. The scent of wild flowers wafted through the room. Liking the scent Tithen Dulin doused herself with the contents of the bottle.
Spotting the chest out of the corner of her eye, Tithen dropped the bottle back onto the bureau and headed in that direction. The corner of a frilly dress caught her eye. Tucked alongside the chest was a small doll clad in a very elaborate dress of purple velvet. Tithen pounced on the toy, cuddling it close to her chest.
Her head jerked up at the sound of feet marching in the hallway beyond. Quietly she hurried to the door and looked out. A group of elven soldiers passed the room, not noticing the child hiding in the doorway of their king's chamber. As soon as they passed, Tithen Dulin hastened out of the room, taking the doll with her.
TBC
