Disclaimer- I'm not claiming anything belonging to J.R.R. Tolkien. Anything
you see that is unfamiliar is mine. The characters Thoron, Aiduial and
Mithaelin are all mine.
Prologue:
"My Lord, we found an abandoned campsite at the edge of the forest. The residents had apparently been slaughtered by orcs. We searched the camp and found this."
The elvish scout handed a tiny, bedraggled bundle to the king. The grey cloth was splattered with mud and unraveling in places. Thranduil proceeded to unwrap it as his young son peered over his shoulder. All of a sudden, wailing rent the air of the throne room. The young prince jumped back in surprise, before leaning back in, closer to examine the source of the noise.
"A babe?" asked the king, "and elvish too... I wonder why she was at the camp. Thoron, was there any sign of her parents?"
"My Lord, there was none. Either they were carried off, or ran away."
"So this poor child has no known family or home. Was there anything in the camp that struck you as out of the ordinary for being in such a place?"
"Yes, my lord. There was a necklace wrapped up in the child's blanket with her. I have it here." He approached the dais, and handed the item over. The king turned it in his hands, examining the piece of jewelry. It was a simple Elven flower made of sapphires set in mithril, on a mithril chain. He placed it around the girl's neck, as it was a girl-child.
"We shall keep her then. She shall be raised as my daughter. I shall call her Aiduial, the Morning Star. Say hello to your new sister, Legolas." He held her towards his son, that the youngling could see her better.
"She's awfully little," said the little elfling.
"You were too when you were her age. Run along son," said the king smiling and ruffling his son's blonde hair, "Go find Lord Elrond's sons; he brought them to visit if I remember correctly."
"Yes father!" exclaimed the boy, his leaf green eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect of seeing the twins.
"Thoron, would you take my new daughter to the nursery? I shall need to make preparations for a feast tonight. Oh, and please inform Mithaelin that Aiduial is in her care now that Legolas doesn't need her."
"Of course Sire, I would love to." The scout bowed, and left the room, the tiny bundle in his arms containing the baby who had gone from a nameless orphan to the princess of the realm of the woodland elves in such a short time.
~*~ A/N: 'Ello there. Just wondering if anyone hear wants to know how this story goes on or not.
Prologue:
"My Lord, we found an abandoned campsite at the edge of the forest. The residents had apparently been slaughtered by orcs. We searched the camp and found this."
The elvish scout handed a tiny, bedraggled bundle to the king. The grey cloth was splattered with mud and unraveling in places. Thranduil proceeded to unwrap it as his young son peered over his shoulder. All of a sudden, wailing rent the air of the throne room. The young prince jumped back in surprise, before leaning back in, closer to examine the source of the noise.
"A babe?" asked the king, "and elvish too... I wonder why she was at the camp. Thoron, was there any sign of her parents?"
"My Lord, there was none. Either they were carried off, or ran away."
"So this poor child has no known family or home. Was there anything in the camp that struck you as out of the ordinary for being in such a place?"
"Yes, my lord. There was a necklace wrapped up in the child's blanket with her. I have it here." He approached the dais, and handed the item over. The king turned it in his hands, examining the piece of jewelry. It was a simple Elven flower made of sapphires set in mithril, on a mithril chain. He placed it around the girl's neck, as it was a girl-child.
"We shall keep her then. She shall be raised as my daughter. I shall call her Aiduial, the Morning Star. Say hello to your new sister, Legolas." He held her towards his son, that the youngling could see her better.
"She's awfully little," said the little elfling.
"You were too when you were her age. Run along son," said the king smiling and ruffling his son's blonde hair, "Go find Lord Elrond's sons; he brought them to visit if I remember correctly."
"Yes father!" exclaimed the boy, his leaf green eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect of seeing the twins.
"Thoron, would you take my new daughter to the nursery? I shall need to make preparations for a feast tonight. Oh, and please inform Mithaelin that Aiduial is in her care now that Legolas doesn't need her."
"Of course Sire, I would love to." The scout bowed, and left the room, the tiny bundle in his arms containing the baby who had gone from a nameless orphan to the princess of the realm of the woodland elves in such a short time.
~*~ A/N: 'Ello there. Just wondering if anyone hear wants to know how this story goes on or not.