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 5
"Father did you find her?" Legolas ran to his father who had been searching the garden with a handful of guards.
"No, she is not in the garden. Do you think she went back inside?"
Legolas shook his head, "No, I asked the guards to watch all the doors, no one has seen her. She must have gotten out of the garden."
"How? The gates are all sealed."
"Your Majesty, over here."
The king and crown prince ran over to the guard who was studying something in the bushes.
"What is it?"
"There is a small gate here, I would not have noticed it, but for this." He held up the doll that started all the problems. Thranduil gently took the doll from the guard.
Legolas noticed something wet on the doll. He turned it in his father's hand. "Blood." Legolas looked at his father in dismay. He glanced over at the guard. "Gather the other and follow us."
The guard hurried off as Legolas looked back at his father.
"It's all my fault." He looked down at the doll in his hands.
"Father, we can worry about that later, let us go find her."
Thranduil nodded and the two royals hurried after the child, not knowing what was out there with her.
*********************************************************************** Tithen Dulin sobbed as she watched the elf play with the dagger in front of her eyes. Her eyes begged the elf to release her.
*Oh, it is too early for me to let you go, my pet. We have just started.* He ran the dagger down her exposed arm, drawing a strangled scream from her, barely heard through the gag. *I want you to suffer for what all your people have done to us.* His eyes glinted with barely restrained rage. *Someone must pay.* He grabbed the front of her dress and tore it down the front, exposing her slip to the cold evening air. Her sobs seemed to come faster.
His eyes trailed down her young body in a manner she was not used to, and it frightened her more. He took one step towards her and then froze. He tilted his head as if listening to something only he could hear.
*I will have to leave you for now, my pet, but remember every time you close your eyes, I will be there.* He licked her cheek leaving a wet trail behind. He took his dagger and hit her behind the ear, causing her to loose consciousness.
***********************************************************************
Legolas knelt in the grass. "Someone recently came this way, but not a child, the imprint is much too deep, maybe someone carrying something. There are no other tracks here. Do we follow theses prints?"
Thranduil looked around and nodded, "I am not sure where else to go."
They followed the tracks deep into the forest. Almost immediately after entering the forest, the tracks veered off to the left, into a clearing.
Thranduil was in the lead and gazed in horror at the sight before him. He frozen as the scene registered in his mind.
Legolas pushed past the king to see what had stopped his father. Rage and terror swept over him at what he saw. Even in his worst nightmare, he could not imagine this horror. Tithen Dulin was tied very tightly to a tree, her head sagging to her chest. Her dress was torn and barely covered the child. She was also covered in blood, though he could not see any obvious wounds. But what held his steps was the fact that there seem to be no life.
"NO! NOT AGAIN!" Thranduil thundered.
Legolas looked back at his father.
King Thranduil seemed to crack. He ran to the child's side and started to tear at her bonds. His hands soon became bloody as the rope did not give. Legolas tried to pull his father away, but Thranduil refused to stop. Finally Legolas grabbed his dagger and cut the ropes that bound her. As soon as the ropes released her, she fell into the king's arms with a gasp of pain.
"She's alive." Legolas said in disbelief.
Thranduil rocked the child in his arms crooning comforting words to her. "It's okay Gwaeren, Ada is here."
Legolas was shocked by the look in his father's eyes.
"Ada, what is wrong. ADA!" Legolas touched his father's arms, trying to reach the grieving elf. "Ada, the child is safe." He tried to ease the child from his father's tight grip. His father refused to release the child.
"You can not have her." The king screamed. His eyes wild with fear and anger, gripped in the clutches of a vision only he could see.
"ADA!" Legolas slapped his father's face, trying to release him from whatever anguish that seemed to seize his father.
King Thranduil blinked his eyes and looked around. His gaze settled on the whimpering child in his arms. Without a word, he thrust the child into Legolas's arms and hurried back into the palace.
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 5
"Father did you find her?" Legolas ran to his father who had been searching the garden with a handful of guards.
"No, she is not in the garden. Do you think she went back inside?"
Legolas shook his head, "No, I asked the guards to watch all the doors, no one has seen her. She must have gotten out of the garden."
"How? The gates are all sealed."
"Your Majesty, over here."
The king and crown prince ran over to the guard who was studying something in the bushes.
"What is it?"
"There is a small gate here, I would not have noticed it, but for this." He held up the doll that started all the problems. Thranduil gently took the doll from the guard.
Legolas noticed something wet on the doll. He turned it in his father's hand. "Blood." Legolas looked at his father in dismay. He glanced over at the guard. "Gather the other and follow us."
The guard hurried off as Legolas looked back at his father.
"It's all my fault." He looked down at the doll in his hands.
"Father, we can worry about that later, let us go find her."
Thranduil nodded and the two royals hurried after the child, not knowing what was out there with her.
*********************************************************************** Tithen Dulin sobbed as she watched the elf play with the dagger in front of her eyes. Her eyes begged the elf to release her.
*Oh, it is too early for me to let you go, my pet. We have just started.* He ran the dagger down her exposed arm, drawing a strangled scream from her, barely heard through the gag. *I want you to suffer for what all your people have done to us.* His eyes glinted with barely restrained rage. *Someone must pay.* He grabbed the front of her dress and tore it down the front, exposing her slip to the cold evening air. Her sobs seemed to come faster.
His eyes trailed down her young body in a manner she was not used to, and it frightened her more. He took one step towards her and then froze. He tilted his head as if listening to something only he could hear.
*I will have to leave you for now, my pet, but remember every time you close your eyes, I will be there.* He licked her cheek leaving a wet trail behind. He took his dagger and hit her behind the ear, causing her to loose consciousness.
***********************************************************************
Legolas knelt in the grass. "Someone recently came this way, but not a child, the imprint is much too deep, maybe someone carrying something. There are no other tracks here. Do we follow theses prints?"
Thranduil looked around and nodded, "I am not sure where else to go."
They followed the tracks deep into the forest. Almost immediately after entering the forest, the tracks veered off to the left, into a clearing.
Thranduil was in the lead and gazed in horror at the sight before him. He frozen as the scene registered in his mind.
Legolas pushed past the king to see what had stopped his father. Rage and terror swept over him at what he saw. Even in his worst nightmare, he could not imagine this horror. Tithen Dulin was tied very tightly to a tree, her head sagging to her chest. Her dress was torn and barely covered the child. She was also covered in blood, though he could not see any obvious wounds. But what held his steps was the fact that there seem to be no life.
"NO! NOT AGAIN!" Thranduil thundered.
Legolas looked back at his father.
King Thranduil seemed to crack. He ran to the child's side and started to tear at her bonds. His hands soon became bloody as the rope did not give. Legolas tried to pull his father away, but Thranduil refused to stop. Finally Legolas grabbed his dagger and cut the ropes that bound her. As soon as the ropes released her, she fell into the king's arms with a gasp of pain.
"She's alive." Legolas said in disbelief.
Thranduil rocked the child in his arms crooning comforting words to her. "It's okay Gwaeren, Ada is here."
Legolas was shocked by the look in his father's eyes.
"Ada, what is wrong. ADA!" Legolas touched his father's arms, trying to reach the grieving elf. "Ada, the child is safe." He tried to ease the child from his father's tight grip. His father refused to release the child.
"You can not have her." The king screamed. His eyes wild with fear and anger, gripped in the clutches of a vision only he could see.
"ADA!" Legolas slapped his father's face, trying to release him from whatever anguish that seemed to seize his father.
King Thranduil blinked his eyes and looked around. His gaze settled on the whimpering child in his arms. Without a word, he thrust the child into Legolas's arms and hurried back into the palace.
Tbc
