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
A/N: I had only intended there to be one or two chapters before the little girl grew up, but she kept demanding that I tell all of her story. :) I had planned to use flashbacks to most of these scenes, but they grew too long to be flashbacks, so I made them their own chapters. Hope you enjoy reading about Tithen Dulin as a child, I promise she will grow up soon. :)
Chapter 4
Peering around doors, Tithen Dulin went from room to room until she found one that no one was in. It was a study of some sort with lots of books lining the walls. A fireplace beckoned her to sit in front of its warmth. She sat on a think fur rug and began to play with the new doll she had found.
Legolas on the other hand was frantically looking for the absent child. The first room he checked was his father's. The scent of wildflowers led him to the spilt bottle of perfume.
^She was definitely here. ^ He thought and looked around to see if she was still in the room. He whispered her name softly, but did not get a response. He set the bottle up and ignoring the other obvious hints, hoped that his father would not realize that it had been spilt.
King Thranduil meanwhile left the war room wearily; he had not gotten much sleep last night due to the middle of the night visitor. His face was a study in mixed emotions. His mind still had not had time to deal with the return of the nightmares. He knew that he would soon have to deal with them, or they would start to affect his daily life.
Caught up with his thoughts, he was all the way into his study before he saw the child playing in front of the fireplace. He paused, debating whether or not to leave the room. He really was not ready to deal with the human child. Deciding that retreat was the better part of valor, he began to leave the room. With one last glance at the child, he turned to go. He was halfway back to the door when it finally dawned on him what the child was playing with. He spun around and stalked back to the child.
*How dare you!* He snatched the doll away from her. His face was so contorted with rage that the startled child cringed back in fear. *Do not EVER put your filthy human hands on her things*
"FATHER!" Legolas could not believe his eyes. His father was standing over the cringing child, looking like he was prepared to strike her.
Tithen Dulin took advantage of the king's distraction and with tears streaming down her face, she ran from the room.
Legolas was torn between confronting his father and following the child. Deciding that the child was safe for the moment, Legolas strode over to his father.
"Father, what is wrong with you?"
"I did not.I mean.. What have I done?" King Thranduil hastened from the room. Spotting a couple of guards in the hall, he called them over. "Did you see where the human child went?"
"Yes, your majesty, she went into the garden."
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Her body still shaking with sobs, Tithen Dulin ran out into the garden determined to leave the palace. She was not sure where she was going, but anywhere was better then going back to the mean one.
Arms reach out from behind a tree and seized up. Terrified she looks up at the elf holding her. Fierce anger and hatred blazed from his eyes.
Tithen Dulin struggled to get out of his arms. She leaned into him, and chomped down on his forearm.
*BRAT!* He tore his arm away from her teeth, noticing that she broke the skin. He smacked her across her face hard enough that had he not been holding her, she would have fallen to the ground. As it was the blow split her lip and the whole side of her face exploded in pain, temporarily stunning her. Taking advantage of her dazed state, he grabbed her up and started out of the garden. He left the grounds by a little used gate covered in vines. As soon as he was out of sight of the palace, he turned his attention back to the child.
*Human spawn, you do not deserve to live after so many elves have died at your hands.*
*Dada! Mama!* the child screeched hysterically, fighting for all she was worth.
*Now, now, we do not want to be interrupted.* He slammed her against the nearest tree quickly tying her to it. He grabbed her sleeve and tore it from her dress. He tied it across her face so tight that she could taste her own blood.
He looked into her eyes as he drew his dagger. He ran the blade almost gently down her downy soft cheeks, leaving a small trail of blood behind. He raised the blade to his mouth a licked her blood from the knife. *Sweet, you will be such a joy to spoil.*
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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
A/N: I had only intended there to be one or two chapters before the little girl grew up, but she kept demanding that I tell all of her story. :) I had planned to use flashbacks to most of these scenes, but they grew too long to be flashbacks, so I made them their own chapters. Hope you enjoy reading about Tithen Dulin as a child, I promise she will grow up soon. :)
Chapter 4
Peering around doors, Tithen Dulin went from room to room until she found one that no one was in. It was a study of some sort with lots of books lining the walls. A fireplace beckoned her to sit in front of its warmth. She sat on a think fur rug and began to play with the new doll she had found.
Legolas on the other hand was frantically looking for the absent child. The first room he checked was his father's. The scent of wildflowers led him to the spilt bottle of perfume.
^She was definitely here. ^ He thought and looked around to see if she was still in the room. He whispered her name softly, but did not get a response. He set the bottle up and ignoring the other obvious hints, hoped that his father would not realize that it had been spilt.
King Thranduil meanwhile left the war room wearily; he had not gotten much sleep last night due to the middle of the night visitor. His face was a study in mixed emotions. His mind still had not had time to deal with the return of the nightmares. He knew that he would soon have to deal with them, or they would start to affect his daily life.
Caught up with his thoughts, he was all the way into his study before he saw the child playing in front of the fireplace. He paused, debating whether or not to leave the room. He really was not ready to deal with the human child. Deciding that retreat was the better part of valor, he began to leave the room. With one last glance at the child, he turned to go. He was halfway back to the door when it finally dawned on him what the child was playing with. He spun around and stalked back to the child.
*How dare you!* He snatched the doll away from her. His face was so contorted with rage that the startled child cringed back in fear. *Do not EVER put your filthy human hands on her things*
"FATHER!" Legolas could not believe his eyes. His father was standing over the cringing child, looking like he was prepared to strike her.
Tithen Dulin took advantage of the king's distraction and with tears streaming down her face, she ran from the room.
Legolas was torn between confronting his father and following the child. Deciding that the child was safe for the moment, Legolas strode over to his father.
"Father, what is wrong with you?"
"I did not.I mean.. What have I done?" King Thranduil hastened from the room. Spotting a couple of guards in the hall, he called them over. "Did you see where the human child went?"
"Yes, your majesty, she went into the garden."
***********************************************************************
Her body still shaking with sobs, Tithen Dulin ran out into the garden determined to leave the palace. She was not sure where she was going, but anywhere was better then going back to the mean one.
Arms reach out from behind a tree and seized up. Terrified she looks up at the elf holding her. Fierce anger and hatred blazed from his eyes.
Tithen Dulin struggled to get out of his arms. She leaned into him, and chomped down on his forearm.
*BRAT!* He tore his arm away from her teeth, noticing that she broke the skin. He smacked her across her face hard enough that had he not been holding her, she would have fallen to the ground. As it was the blow split her lip and the whole side of her face exploded in pain, temporarily stunning her. Taking advantage of her dazed state, he grabbed her up and started out of the garden. He left the grounds by a little used gate covered in vines. As soon as he was out of sight of the palace, he turned his attention back to the child.
*Human spawn, you do not deserve to live after so many elves have died at your hands.*
*Dada! Mama!* the child screeched hysterically, fighting for all she was worth.
*Now, now, we do not want to be interrupted.* He slammed her against the nearest tree quickly tying her to it. He grabbed her sleeve and tore it from her dress. He tied it across her face so tight that she could taste her own blood.
He looked into her eyes as he drew his dagger. He ran the blade almost gently down her downy soft cheeks, leaving a small trail of blood behind. He raised the blade to his mouth a licked her blood from the knife. *Sweet, you will be such a joy to spoil.*
************************************************************************ tbc
