Title: Tithen Dulin
Author: Mystkyten (mystkyten@cox.net)
Pairing: Legolas/OFC
Rating: R
WARNING: Rape, non-con with a minor, and child abuse. If this bothers you please skip the marked flashback scene.
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 for the purpose of this story, I have used the age for Legolas that they used in the movies, 2931 years old. So in this story he is around 2400 years old, and his sister is around 2500. The way I am going to do elven maturity, is that they are considered an adult at 500 years. If anyone disagrees, please let me know where you get your elven info and I will adjust.
Chapter 6
"Legolas, what is going on? Father tore through here like he was on fire and now you come in here looking all ragged" The elven maiden ran up behind the elven prince.
Legolas turned towards his sister and for the first time she saw what was in his arms. "Elanor, I need you. Tithen Dulin has been hurt. I am not sure what condition she is in."
"Bring her in here." Elanor open the door to the child's bed chamber. Legolas followed his sister and gently laid the child on the bed. Elanor moved Legolas out of the way and bent over the child. "How did this happen?"
"I do not know. All I know is that Father yelled at her, so she ran to the garden. Someone evidently grabbed her there and took her into the forest. We found her tied to a tree unconscious and bleeding. Will she live?" Legolas could not take his eyes off of the tiny child. In the short time he knew her; she had wiggled deep into his heart.
"I think so; most of the wounds seem to be very shallow. What concerns me is this." The elven princess pulled the child's hair back and showed Legolas the large bloody lump behind her ear. "This is probably why she is still unconscious. The cuts on her face look worse then they are. Watch her a moment while I go to my room. I have some salves to put on them so they will not scar."
Legolas went into the bathing chamber and came back with a washcloth and some warm water, and began to gently clean the child.
"How is she?" the voice came from the doorway.
Legolas looked up at the hushed voice. "Elanor said she would be with time. Father, what happened to you out there? Who is Gwaeren?"
"I.she." Thranduil looked uncomfortable. "I will tell you and your sister after you are finished with the child. Come to my study." He turned and strode from the room, brushing past his daughter without acknowledging her.
Elanor watched him stride down the hall. "What is wrong with Father?"
"I don't know. He has been acting strange ever since I brought Tithen Dulin here." He told her what had happened that morning. "He said he would explain after we are through with the child."
Legolas continued to wash the child while Elanor coated her wounds with the salve she retrieved from her room. She took a poultice out of her pouch and placed it on the back of Tithen Dulin head, covering it with a soft cloth to prevent it from moving around. She helped Legolas dress her in a night gown.
"There that should do it. Now all there is to do is wait." She watched her brother sooth the child's hair back from her face. "She will be fine, Legolas. Just give her some time."
"Who could have done this to a child?" Legolas' eyes flashed with rage at the thought of the child held helplessly by a monster. "How do we find who did this?"
"Hopefully when Tithen Dulin recovers, we may learn something that will tell us who did it. Until then, I believe our father is waiting for us. I will have Nyssa watch over her while we are gone." Elanor left the room to find Nyssa.
Legolas looked down at the sleeping child. "Please be alright little one." He stroked her cheek. As soon as Nyssa came to watch the child, the two siblings went to their father's study.
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Thranduil was standing with his back to the door leaning on the mantle in front of a roaring fire, his head bowed. He did not look up when his children entered the room.
"Father?"
Thranduil lifted his head and looked towards his children. This was not going to be easy.
"Come, sit." Thranduil moved to the settee beside the fireplace.
After everyone was seated, Thranduil started his tale.
"It all started about 2400 years ago. The year you were born, Legolas. Elanor was about 100 years old. (around 5 in human years) You know that your mother died giving birth to you. What you do not know was that you had a sister, named Gwaeren. She was 300 years old (Approximately 15 in human years) and as beautiful as her mother. She had long black hair and blue eyes." Legolas looked startled at the description. His father could be describing Tithen Dulin. Thranduil looked at his son. "Yes, your little charge looks a lot like your sister."
"What happened to her, why have we not heard of her before?" Elanor leaned forward in her seat.
"After your mother died, I felt that I could not face the challenge of raising the three of you, especially an infant. Galadriel offered to help raise you. To my regret, I decided to send you to her. Things were rapidly changing here, evil had entered the borders of Mirkwood, and I could not take the time to go with you. I sent a legion of warriors to protect you." Thranduil stood and started to pace. "I am not sure exactly what happened after that. A couple of days after you left a rider was spotted racing to the palace. The captain of the guard came to me and told me that he was one of the guards that was with you. He told him that they were attacked by humans. I ran to the guard to find out for myself. He said that he was not sure if anyone survived. He decided that the best thing for him to do was to come back for help. He was fatally injured and passed away soon after telling me where the attack happened. I gathered the rest of the warriors and headed out, hoping that I would find you alive."
Thranduil looked at his daughter. "You were found hiding in a bush holding Legolas. Both of you were half-starved and filthy. You ran into my arms and started crying silently. You made no sound. You did not talk or make any sounds for over a year. Once you started taking again, you did not mention the attack; it was if it did not happen. We searched all night for any trace of your sister. At dawn we found the trail that led us to her."
********************************************************************** ***flashback, Gwaeren POV***
Gwaeren watched the battle rage around her and her siblings. She grabbed her bow off of her horse, then she ran to Elanor, snagging up Legolas as she did so. "Come on, we need to find a place to hide." She found a bush that looked big enough to hide them all. "Elanor, listen to me. You have to hide here with the baby; you can not make any noise. Do you understand? If you make any noise the bad men will take you and Legolas away." The little elf princess nodded and took Legolas from her older sister. Gwaeren helped them into the bush. "Remember, you can not make any noise. I will be back for you." Gwaeren spotted some humans heading towards her siblings' hiding space and ran towards them with her bow extended. She fired one arrow off, taking out the human in the lead. She turned and ran back towards the main battle with the rest of the humans following her. Unfortunately for her they were faster and soon overtook her. A blow to the back of her head soon ended her flight. When she regained consciousness, she was tied to a tree. She glanced around the campground in front of her and saw a group of humans gathered around a fire. She seemed to be the only prisoner. At that moment one of the humans noticed that she was awake.
*Ah, our lovely elfling is awake.* He looked at the others. *Do you think she is ready to play?* He stroked his hand down her cheek and then across her chest, squeezing her breast through her dress.
Gwaeren could not understand the words but she soon realized his intent. The large human untied her from the tree and threw her to the ground. She tried to get up and run, but her limbs did not want to work after being tied for so long. She sobbed as she tried to crawl away. The human kicked her in the side hard enough to break ribs. She collapsed at his feet.
****part to skip if non-con/rape bothers you****
*Now, now sweet elf, you can not leave our little party, especially when you are the guest of honor.* He grabbed her again and pined her to the ground with his body. He flipped her over and covered her protesting body with his. He ground his mouth to hers, causing her mouth to bleed. When she opened her mouth to cry out, he stabbed his tongue into mouth causing her to gag. He slid his lips to her throat and bit the side of her neck drawing more blood. She screamed out in pain as he laughed at her distress. *Scream all you want little elf, no one can hear you.* His hands grabbed the front of her dress and tore it down the front, exposing young breast to his hungry gaze. He bent and bit the tip of her breast, again eliciting another scream from the helpless elfling. She closed her eyes trying to hide from what he was doing to her. He spread her thighs and she felt a probing at her private area. Then pain that was so intense, she thought she was being split in two. After a minute or two he groaned and collapsed onto her chest, arresting her breathing. He licked her cheek and rolled off of her. *Alright boys, who's next* He laughed at the rush of men eager to mount the little elfess. *One at a time boys, we don't want to break her* Gwaeren lost count of the men that tormented her. The man that first tormented her took his turn at her again. She was past flinching when he mounted her.
**** continue here *****
She was hoping that she would die soon. She did not think that she could live through so much pain. Unexpectedly he slumped over her body an arrow sticking out of his back. His weight was removed and when she looked up she saw her father's worried eyes looking at her.
"Ada" she cried. Thranduil gathered her into his arms hiding her face into shoulder not wanting her to see the carnage around her. His eyes flashed in rage at the condition of his daughter. "Elanor, Legolas?" she gasped out.
"We found them, they are safe. Right now we need to worry about you."
"Safe," She looked up at her father's beloved face. "Please forgive me, Father." She started to cough. Thranduil looked at his daughter in horror as he saw the blood coming out of her mouth. "Shhh, tithen pen (little one), everything will be alright."
Gwaeren looked up at her father with tears in her eyes. She knew she was fading; she would not recover from the damage inflicted on her body. "I love you, Ada. Please take care of Elanor and Legolas, do not send them away."
Tears started to slide down Thranduil's face. "I will take of them, rest now." His heart broke as he realized that there was no saving his daughter. He held her close to his heart as the last breaths left his daughters body.
***end flashback***
Thranduil's face reflected some of the horror he felt when he found his oldest child. "We were too late to save her." He bowed his head to hide the tears on his cheeks. "We brought her back and buried her in the family vault. I thought I had dealt with my feelings a long time ago, and then you came with human child. When I first saw the child in your arms, I thought for a moment that Gwaeren was alive. Then when she spoke, it devastated me, not only was it NOT my daughter, but she was one of the race that killed and tortured my daughter."
Legolas looked at his father with tears in his eyes. "I am sorry Father, I did not understand. I will find a home for her, far away from here."
"No." Thranduil turned to his son. "It is not this child's fault. She has been through enough pain and separation. She can live here. This is something that I am going to have to learn to deal with again."
Elanor went to her father and wrapped him in her embrace. He stiffened for a second and then hugged her back. Legolas joined in. He felt closer to his father then he had in a long time.
Thranduil squeezed them close one more time and then disentangled himself. "We have a more pressing concern that needs to be dealt with."
Legolas nodded. "Who attacked Tithen Dulin?"
"Exactly, and how to prevent it from happening again."
"Let us go see if the child has awakened, maybe she can tell us more." Elanor walked to the study door with her brother and father following.
They arrived at the chamber and opened the door. "No!" Legolas ran into the room. They room was torn up, a lamp was on its side leaking oil, add blankets had been ripped from the bed. Lying on the floor near the window was an unconscious elfess.
"Nyssa!" Elanor ran to her friend's side. She checked her neck for a pulse. She sighed in relief when she found one.
Thranduil looked around the room. "How did he get in here?"
"Through the window, look." Legolas pointed to some broken vines on the lattice work outside of the window, extending to the ground.
"Gather the guard, we will track him. I refuse to lose another to the evil of this world." Thranduil hurried to his room to get his weapons. Upon his soul, he would not see another child destroyed.
TBC
Rating: R
WARNING: Rape, non-con with a minor, and child abuse. If this bothers you please skip the marked flashback scene.
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 for the purpose of this story, I have used the age for Legolas that they used in the movies, 2931 years old. So in this story he is around 2400 years old, and his sister is around 2500. The way I am going to do elven maturity, is that they are considered an adult at 500 years. If anyone disagrees, please let me know where you get your elven info and I will adjust.
Chapter 6
"Legolas, what is going on? Father tore through here like he was on fire and now you come in here looking all ragged" The elven maiden ran up behind the elven prince.
Legolas turned towards his sister and for the first time she saw what was in his arms. "Elanor, I need you. Tithen Dulin has been hurt. I am not sure what condition she is in."
"Bring her in here." Elanor open the door to the child's bed chamber. Legolas followed his sister and gently laid the child on the bed. Elanor moved Legolas out of the way and bent over the child. "How did this happen?"
"I do not know. All I know is that Father yelled at her, so she ran to the garden. Someone evidently grabbed her there and took her into the forest. We found her tied to a tree unconscious and bleeding. Will she live?" Legolas could not take his eyes off of the tiny child. In the short time he knew her; she had wiggled deep into his heart.
"I think so; most of the wounds seem to be very shallow. What concerns me is this." The elven princess pulled the child's hair back and showed Legolas the large bloody lump behind her ear. "This is probably why she is still unconscious. The cuts on her face look worse then they are. Watch her a moment while I go to my room. I have some salves to put on them so they will not scar."
Legolas went into the bathing chamber and came back with a washcloth and some warm water, and began to gently clean the child.
"How is she?" the voice came from the doorway.
Legolas looked up at the hushed voice. "Elanor said she would be with time. Father, what happened to you out there? Who is Gwaeren?"
"I.she." Thranduil looked uncomfortable. "I will tell you and your sister after you are finished with the child. Come to my study." He turned and strode from the room, brushing past his daughter without acknowledging her.
Elanor watched him stride down the hall. "What is wrong with Father?"
"I don't know. He has been acting strange ever since I brought Tithen Dulin here." He told her what had happened that morning. "He said he would explain after we are through with the child."
Legolas continued to wash the child while Elanor coated her wounds with the salve she retrieved from her room. She took a poultice out of her pouch and placed it on the back of Tithen Dulin head, covering it with a soft cloth to prevent it from moving around. She helped Legolas dress her in a night gown.
"There that should do it. Now all there is to do is wait." She watched her brother sooth the child's hair back from her face. "She will be fine, Legolas. Just give her some time."
"Who could have done this to a child?" Legolas' eyes flashed with rage at the thought of the child held helplessly by a monster. "How do we find who did this?"
"Hopefully when Tithen Dulin recovers, we may learn something that will tell us who did it. Until then, I believe our father is waiting for us. I will have Nyssa watch over her while we are gone." Elanor left the room to find Nyssa.
Legolas looked down at the sleeping child. "Please be alright little one." He stroked her cheek. As soon as Nyssa came to watch the child, the two siblings went to their father's study.
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Thranduil was standing with his back to the door leaning on the mantle in front of a roaring fire, his head bowed. He did not look up when his children entered the room.
"Father?"
Thranduil lifted his head and looked towards his children. This was not going to be easy.
"Come, sit." Thranduil moved to the settee beside the fireplace.
After everyone was seated, Thranduil started his tale.
"It all started about 2400 years ago. The year you were born, Legolas. Elanor was about 100 years old. (around 5 in human years) You know that your mother died giving birth to you. What you do not know was that you had a sister, named Gwaeren. She was 300 years old (Approximately 15 in human years) and as beautiful as her mother. She had long black hair and blue eyes." Legolas looked startled at the description. His father could be describing Tithen Dulin. Thranduil looked at his son. "Yes, your little charge looks a lot like your sister."
"What happened to her, why have we not heard of her before?" Elanor leaned forward in her seat.
"After your mother died, I felt that I could not face the challenge of raising the three of you, especially an infant. Galadriel offered to help raise you. To my regret, I decided to send you to her. Things were rapidly changing here, evil had entered the borders of Mirkwood, and I could not take the time to go with you. I sent a legion of warriors to protect you." Thranduil stood and started to pace. "I am not sure exactly what happened after that. A couple of days after you left a rider was spotted racing to the palace. The captain of the guard came to me and told me that he was one of the guards that was with you. He told him that they were attacked by humans. I ran to the guard to find out for myself. He said that he was not sure if anyone survived. He decided that the best thing for him to do was to come back for help. He was fatally injured and passed away soon after telling me where the attack happened. I gathered the rest of the warriors and headed out, hoping that I would find you alive."
Thranduil looked at his daughter. "You were found hiding in a bush holding Legolas. Both of you were half-starved and filthy. You ran into my arms and started crying silently. You made no sound. You did not talk or make any sounds for over a year. Once you started taking again, you did not mention the attack; it was if it did not happen. We searched all night for any trace of your sister. At dawn we found the trail that led us to her."
********************************************************************** ***flashback, Gwaeren POV***
Gwaeren watched the battle rage around her and her siblings. She grabbed her bow off of her horse, then she ran to Elanor, snagging up Legolas as she did so. "Come on, we need to find a place to hide." She found a bush that looked big enough to hide them all. "Elanor, listen to me. You have to hide here with the baby; you can not make any noise. Do you understand? If you make any noise the bad men will take you and Legolas away." The little elf princess nodded and took Legolas from her older sister. Gwaeren helped them into the bush. "Remember, you can not make any noise. I will be back for you." Gwaeren spotted some humans heading towards her siblings' hiding space and ran towards them with her bow extended. She fired one arrow off, taking out the human in the lead. She turned and ran back towards the main battle with the rest of the humans following her. Unfortunately for her they were faster and soon overtook her. A blow to the back of her head soon ended her flight. When she regained consciousness, she was tied to a tree. She glanced around the campground in front of her and saw a group of humans gathered around a fire. She seemed to be the only prisoner. At that moment one of the humans noticed that she was awake.
*Ah, our lovely elfling is awake.* He looked at the others. *Do you think she is ready to play?* He stroked his hand down her cheek and then across her chest, squeezing her breast through her dress.
Gwaeren could not understand the words but she soon realized his intent. The large human untied her from the tree and threw her to the ground. She tried to get up and run, but her limbs did not want to work after being tied for so long. She sobbed as she tried to crawl away. The human kicked her in the side hard enough to break ribs. She collapsed at his feet.
****part to skip if non-con/rape bothers you****
*Now, now sweet elf, you can not leave our little party, especially when you are the guest of honor.* He grabbed her again and pined her to the ground with his body. He flipped her over and covered her protesting body with his. He ground his mouth to hers, causing her mouth to bleed. When she opened her mouth to cry out, he stabbed his tongue into mouth causing her to gag. He slid his lips to her throat and bit the side of her neck drawing more blood. She screamed out in pain as he laughed at her distress. *Scream all you want little elf, no one can hear you.* His hands grabbed the front of her dress and tore it down the front, exposing young breast to his hungry gaze. He bent and bit the tip of her breast, again eliciting another scream from the helpless elfling. She closed her eyes trying to hide from what he was doing to her. He spread her thighs and she felt a probing at her private area. Then pain that was so intense, she thought she was being split in two. After a minute or two he groaned and collapsed onto her chest, arresting her breathing. He licked her cheek and rolled off of her. *Alright boys, who's next* He laughed at the rush of men eager to mount the little elfess. *One at a time boys, we don't want to break her* Gwaeren lost count of the men that tormented her. The man that first tormented her took his turn at her again. She was past flinching when he mounted her.
**** continue here *****
She was hoping that she would die soon. She did not think that she could live through so much pain. Unexpectedly he slumped over her body an arrow sticking out of his back. His weight was removed and when she looked up she saw her father's worried eyes looking at her.
"Ada" she cried. Thranduil gathered her into his arms hiding her face into shoulder not wanting her to see the carnage around her. His eyes flashed in rage at the condition of his daughter. "Elanor, Legolas?" she gasped out.
"We found them, they are safe. Right now we need to worry about you."
"Safe," She looked up at her father's beloved face. "Please forgive me, Father." She started to cough. Thranduil looked at his daughter in horror as he saw the blood coming out of her mouth. "Shhh, tithen pen (little one), everything will be alright."
Gwaeren looked up at her father with tears in her eyes. She knew she was fading; she would not recover from the damage inflicted on her body. "I love you, Ada. Please take care of Elanor and Legolas, do not send them away."
Tears started to slide down Thranduil's face. "I will take of them, rest now." His heart broke as he realized that there was no saving his daughter. He held her close to his heart as the last breaths left his daughters body.
***end flashback***
Thranduil's face reflected some of the horror he felt when he found his oldest child. "We were too late to save her." He bowed his head to hide the tears on his cheeks. "We brought her back and buried her in the family vault. I thought I had dealt with my feelings a long time ago, and then you came with human child. When I first saw the child in your arms, I thought for a moment that Gwaeren was alive. Then when she spoke, it devastated me, not only was it NOT my daughter, but she was one of the race that killed and tortured my daughter."
Legolas looked at his father with tears in his eyes. "I am sorry Father, I did not understand. I will find a home for her, far away from here."
"No." Thranduil turned to his son. "It is not this child's fault. She has been through enough pain and separation. She can live here. This is something that I am going to have to learn to deal with again."
Elanor went to her father and wrapped him in her embrace. He stiffened for a second and then hugged her back. Legolas joined in. He felt closer to his father then he had in a long time.
Thranduil squeezed them close one more time and then disentangled himself. "We have a more pressing concern that needs to be dealt with."
Legolas nodded. "Who attacked Tithen Dulin?"
"Exactly, and how to prevent it from happening again."
"Let us go see if the child has awakened, maybe she can tell us more." Elanor walked to the study door with her brother and father following.
They arrived at the chamber and opened the door. "No!" Legolas ran into the room. They room was torn up, a lamp was on its side leaking oil, add blankets had been ripped from the bed. Lying on the floor near the window was an unconscious elfess.
"Nyssa!" Elanor ran to her friend's side. She checked her neck for a pulse. She sighed in relief when she found one.
Thranduil looked around the room. "How did he get in here?"
"Through the window, look." Legolas pointed to some broken vines on the lattice work outside of the window, extending to the ground.
"Gather the guard, we will track him. I refuse to lose another to the evil of this world." Thranduil hurried to his room to get his weapons. Upon his soul, he would not see another child destroyed.
TBC
