*** Slaved Prince ***
GENRE: Angst
AUTHOR: Leannan Sidhe (and inner voices) who really appreciates the work Caz did with this fic. Thank you Caz! She´s my beta, you know?? (You may not notice it, but I'm smiling)
RAITING: PG-13 for now, R for later chapters
PAIRINGS: Not yet, my little eager reader, not yet wuaahahahhaha (evil laughter)
WARNINGS: There will be slavery in this fic. Don't like, don't read.
DISCLAIMER: I'm studying. I don't own anything more than my laptop, my cat, and the few things scattered in my room. Do you honestly think I could own Legolas or any other important character?? I don't think so.
AUTHOR NOTES: So this is my first English LOTR fic, so please don't be too harsh on me. Before you read this, I knoooooooow Elrond would never do anything like this, but this is fiction after all.
Where were we?: Legolas just left Mirkwood and is about to reach Rinvendell's borders.
**Slaved Prince**
Arriving to Rivendell
The escort taking the saddened prince to Rivendell was exhausted. They had had to take the long way round as the usual road had been blocked by orcs. The cross-country route had kept them on high alert, both for further trouble and uneven ground that could hobble their horses. With their prince in their midst they could not afford to let their guard down.
They were being lead by Gilräen, who was the escort's captain and one of the King's most trusted warriors. He wanted to stop to allow the fatigued elves rest, but he was tentative. The roads were dangerous, and he was afraid for the prince's safety.
Gilräen saw Legolas like a nephew; he always felt the need to protect him and keep him safe. Legolas's mother had died giving birth to him, leaving Thranduil with a baby to raise. With Gilräen's help the task had been made easier. Of course there were the elven maids too, but Thranduil treated Gilräen almost like a brother and he trusted the warrior with the keeping of a watchful eye over his precious son.
"Are you okay, my prince?" asked Gilräen, without receiving an answer from Legolas; the prince was not paying attention to him or his surroundings. Legolas's face was sad, very sad. This was the first in his life that he was without his father for so long. Gilräen suspected that it was due to Legolas's first experience of being away from his father for so long a time."
"Are you okay, my prince?" Gilräen repeated, while he aligned his horse with Legolas's. "You seem a little worried."
"I miss my Ada," said Legolas in a small quivering voice, not looking Gänieth in the eye.
Gilräen understood Thranduil's actions, but was afraid the little prince did not. Legolas was a mature elf for his age, yet still very young. "Don't worry, Legolas. I know you miss him, but I also know Lord Elrond; you are going to have so much fun in Rivendell that you won't feel sad at all," he said lovingly, but Legolas did not responded.
It was obvious that the young elf was sad beyond means. Gilräen felt bad for him.
One evening, Legolas could not ride any longer. "I'm tired," he muttered. Gänieth on hearing this called for a stop and arranged Legolas to ride on the same horse as Lasgallion, another of the guards, and as soon as Legolas was comfortable, he promptly fell asleep in the older elf's arms.
The escort continued on for many days. They were all exhausted, but didn't stop nor slow down their pace. Rinvendell's borders were near.
More days passed by. Gilräen was concerned for Legolas; he wasn't eating and spent most of his time sleeping. When Gilräen was about to call it for the day and allow the troupe some rest, a group of dark haired elves stood in front of them, blocking their path.
"No one can trespass without permission from the borders of Rivendell," said one of them with a stern look.
"We need to speak to Lord Elrond. A message has been sent informing him about the prince's arrival." Then Gilräen gestured to Lasgallion to move closer so that he was able to uncover Legolas, still asleep in the guard's arms. "This is Legolas, prince of Greenwod."
The guard looked at him skeptically, the others with similar expressions on their faces. "I'll take you to the Lord myself."
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"Lord Elrond, an escort party from Mirkwood has arrived. They are waiting outside," announced one of the guards as he entered Lord Elrond's study.
"So the prince has finally arrived. Let them in," answered Elrond
The guard went to the door and opened it. "The Lord says you can enter."
Gilräen entered, taking Legolas's hand in his. "This is Legolas, son of Thranduil, from Greenwood."
Lord Elrond knelt in front of Legolas, trying to be at his eye level so the child wouldn't feel intimidated. Legolas's blue eyes were sad, but sparkled with an uncanny light that made him look mystifying. "Greetings, Legolas. I am Lord Elrond - welcome to Rivendell."
"I am glad to finally meet you, Lord Elrond," Legolas replied, assuming his role as prince with dignity, not wanting to shame his father and kingdom.
Lord Elrond asked his guards to take Legolas's bags to his room. And while Elrond was occupied giving orders Legolas turned to Gilräen and whispered sadly "I want to go back home."
"I know you want to, but you can't, Legolas," replied Elrond, hearing the youngster. "You have to stay here with me. Your father sent me a message..." He stopped and looked at Gilräen. "You can leave us now. Legolas is in good hands."
"No! Gilräen, don't leave me here all alone!" cried Legolas, scared.
"Leave now. I'll take care of him." Elrond grabbed Legolas's wrist and kept him by his side while Gilräen was removed from the room, roughly.
"Don't worry, Legolas. Nothing bad is going to happen. Don't be scared!" tried to assure Gilräen while he disappeared down the hall. His words were an attempt to placate Legolas, who began to openly cry, the events being too much for his tired mind.
"He has to leave, Legolas. Your father needs him, but don't be scared. I'm going to take good care of you. You look exhausted; why don't you take a bath? I know you'll feel better after a long and relaxing bath."
Legolas smiled through his tears, but quickly stopped. "I don't know where the bath chambers are," he said worriedly.
"I'll take you, follow me," said Lord Elrond, leading Legolas and gesturing one of the maids to follow him to the bath chambers. "Here we are. Do you need any help undressing, Legolas?" he asked, watching the young elf looking uncertain at the bath tube.
"No, I don't. Thank you," he said, while struggling with his robes in contrast to his words.
"Let me help." Lord Elrond undressed Legolas while the maid prepared the tube for the prince. Once she was finished, Lord Elrond sat him in the warm, scented water and started washing him.
"Legolas, you understand why you have to stay here, don't you?" asked Elrond, looking into the prince's red-rimmed eyes.
"I have to stay here because I did something wrong and my Ada doesn't love me anymore," whispered Legolas.
"No, Legolas, that's not the reason and you know it. If you stayed in Mirkwood then you would be in danger. This is the only place where you can be safe. And in order to keep you safe you have to be like any other elf. You won't be a prince anymore. I mean, you'll always be Prince Legolas, but not here. Here in Rivendell you'll be like any other elf. In fact, you'll be raised as my personal assistant."
Legolas looked at him, confused. "Your personal assistant?"
"Yes, Legolas. You are going work for me and earn your keep. You have to be a good elf, otherwise you'll be punished."
Legolas wasn't sure he understood what the Lord wanted, but he knew he didn't want to be punished. His father loved him, but if Legolas was bad he was punished, severally punished.
"I'll be a good elf, I promise."
Lord Elrond helped Legolas out of the tube and started drying him carefully. "You are going to bed right now. Rahnaé is going to take you to your new room where your things are. Tomorrow morning you are going to start your training. Rest well."
Legolas was now wearing a plain, white, long-sleeved sleeping robe. It was too big for his little frame. Rahnaé was a cold elf maiden; Legolas feared her immediately. She was dressed in brown and golden robes, her eyes where gray and her hair was almost black.
"Hello, I'm Legolas," he said, trying to sound amicable.
"Keep walking, elf," was her only reply. Legolas was sure he didn't like her at all. "This is where you are going to sleep," said Rahnaé while entering Legolas's new, and simple, room. It was all made of wood. A square room with a tiny window, a small bed, a chest to keep his robes and that was all. It was nothing compared to his room in Greenwood.
"This is MY room?" asked Legolas, looking around.
"Yes, this is YOUR room." Rahnaé took Legolas's bags and put his things into the chest near the bed. "I don't know why Lord Elrond gave you this room. You are just a slave after all." muttered the maid, softly so that Legolas could not hear. "I'll come and fetch you myself tomorrow morning," Rahnaé stated, leaving the room.
Legolas felt scared. The only light in his small room was the moonlight that entered through the window. The atmosphere was eerie; a shiver shook his slender frame. Legolas lay down on his bed and covered himself with the thin blanket. "I miss you Ada..." he whispered to the empty room. Thinking about his father brought tears to his already red eyes. Legolas cried himself to sleep.
The next morning, Rahnaé entered the room screaming at Legolas. "Get up, you lazy elf!" Legolas awoke with a start. "I can't believe you are not up yet. I told you I would come and fetch you in the morning. Spoiled little brat," spitefully spat the maid the maid, taking Legolas's hand and pulling him out of bed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know I was supposed to be up. I'm sorry," said Legolas, almost on the verge of tears.
Rahnaé looked down and with a despiteful face said, "Aww, the little spoiled elf is going to cry. Gee, that makes things better." Legolas was confused, not understanding what the maid was saying to him. "Of course it doesn´t make things better you stupid elf!" she continued.
The maid started rummaging through Legolas's stuff. "What are you looking for?" asked Legolas softly.
"You cannot start your training in sleeping robes, can you?" She looked at him and back to his opened chest and rummaged though it once again. "Ha, I knew you had something to work on." In her hands was one of his playing robes, adorned with the colors of greenwood.
"Get dressed. Hurry." Legolas dressed as fast as he could. He pulled on his boots and Rahnaé dragged him out of the room.
Legolas did his best to keep up with her. They entered a darkened hall. Rahnaé knocked on a door that Legolas would have missed seeing and waited. "I have your new slave here." The door opened suddenly.
"It is true, then? Prince Legolas is a slave in Rivendell?" said the elf that had opened the door, looking down at Legolas, who flinched at his words. "This is new... Hey, look what we got!" he yelled to the other occupants of the room. "A prince, a slaved prince."
*A/N: Review, please!
GENRE: Angst
AUTHOR: Leannan Sidhe (and inner voices) who really appreciates the work Caz did with this fic. Thank you Caz! She´s my beta, you know?? (You may not notice it, but I'm smiling)
RAITING: PG-13 for now, R for later chapters
PAIRINGS: Not yet, my little eager reader, not yet wuaahahahhaha (evil laughter)
WARNINGS: There will be slavery in this fic. Don't like, don't read.
DISCLAIMER: I'm studying. I don't own anything more than my laptop, my cat, and the few things scattered in my room. Do you honestly think I could own Legolas or any other important character?? I don't think so.
AUTHOR NOTES: So this is my first English LOTR fic, so please don't be too harsh on me. Before you read this, I knoooooooow Elrond would never do anything like this, but this is fiction after all.
Where were we?: Legolas just left Mirkwood and is about to reach Rinvendell's borders.
**Slaved Prince**
Arriving to Rivendell
The escort taking the saddened prince to Rivendell was exhausted. They had had to take the long way round as the usual road had been blocked by orcs. The cross-country route had kept them on high alert, both for further trouble and uneven ground that could hobble their horses. With their prince in their midst they could not afford to let their guard down.
They were being lead by Gilräen, who was the escort's captain and one of the King's most trusted warriors. He wanted to stop to allow the fatigued elves rest, but he was tentative. The roads were dangerous, and he was afraid for the prince's safety.
Gilräen saw Legolas like a nephew; he always felt the need to protect him and keep him safe. Legolas's mother had died giving birth to him, leaving Thranduil with a baby to raise. With Gilräen's help the task had been made easier. Of course there were the elven maids too, but Thranduil treated Gilräen almost like a brother and he trusted the warrior with the keeping of a watchful eye over his precious son.
"Are you okay, my prince?" asked Gilräen, without receiving an answer from Legolas; the prince was not paying attention to him or his surroundings. Legolas's face was sad, very sad. This was the first in his life that he was without his father for so long. Gilräen suspected that it was due to Legolas's first experience of being away from his father for so long a time."
"Are you okay, my prince?" Gilräen repeated, while he aligned his horse with Legolas's. "You seem a little worried."
"I miss my Ada," said Legolas in a small quivering voice, not looking Gänieth in the eye.
Gilräen understood Thranduil's actions, but was afraid the little prince did not. Legolas was a mature elf for his age, yet still very young. "Don't worry, Legolas. I know you miss him, but I also know Lord Elrond; you are going to have so much fun in Rivendell that you won't feel sad at all," he said lovingly, but Legolas did not responded.
It was obvious that the young elf was sad beyond means. Gilräen felt bad for him.
One evening, Legolas could not ride any longer. "I'm tired," he muttered. Gänieth on hearing this called for a stop and arranged Legolas to ride on the same horse as Lasgallion, another of the guards, and as soon as Legolas was comfortable, he promptly fell asleep in the older elf's arms.
The escort continued on for many days. They were all exhausted, but didn't stop nor slow down their pace. Rinvendell's borders were near.
More days passed by. Gilräen was concerned for Legolas; he wasn't eating and spent most of his time sleeping. When Gilräen was about to call it for the day and allow the troupe some rest, a group of dark haired elves stood in front of them, blocking their path.
"No one can trespass without permission from the borders of Rivendell," said one of them with a stern look.
"We need to speak to Lord Elrond. A message has been sent informing him about the prince's arrival." Then Gilräen gestured to Lasgallion to move closer so that he was able to uncover Legolas, still asleep in the guard's arms. "This is Legolas, prince of Greenwod."
The guard looked at him skeptically, the others with similar expressions on their faces. "I'll take you to the Lord myself."
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"Lord Elrond, an escort party from Mirkwood has arrived. They are waiting outside," announced one of the guards as he entered Lord Elrond's study.
"So the prince has finally arrived. Let them in," answered Elrond
The guard went to the door and opened it. "The Lord says you can enter."
Gilräen entered, taking Legolas's hand in his. "This is Legolas, son of Thranduil, from Greenwood."
Lord Elrond knelt in front of Legolas, trying to be at his eye level so the child wouldn't feel intimidated. Legolas's blue eyes were sad, but sparkled with an uncanny light that made him look mystifying. "Greetings, Legolas. I am Lord Elrond - welcome to Rivendell."
"I am glad to finally meet you, Lord Elrond," Legolas replied, assuming his role as prince with dignity, not wanting to shame his father and kingdom.
Lord Elrond asked his guards to take Legolas's bags to his room. And while Elrond was occupied giving orders Legolas turned to Gilräen and whispered sadly "I want to go back home."
"I know you want to, but you can't, Legolas," replied Elrond, hearing the youngster. "You have to stay here with me. Your father sent me a message..." He stopped and looked at Gilräen. "You can leave us now. Legolas is in good hands."
"No! Gilräen, don't leave me here all alone!" cried Legolas, scared.
"Leave now. I'll take care of him." Elrond grabbed Legolas's wrist and kept him by his side while Gilräen was removed from the room, roughly.
"Don't worry, Legolas. Nothing bad is going to happen. Don't be scared!" tried to assure Gilräen while he disappeared down the hall. His words were an attempt to placate Legolas, who began to openly cry, the events being too much for his tired mind.
"He has to leave, Legolas. Your father needs him, but don't be scared. I'm going to take good care of you. You look exhausted; why don't you take a bath? I know you'll feel better after a long and relaxing bath."
Legolas smiled through his tears, but quickly stopped. "I don't know where the bath chambers are," he said worriedly.
"I'll take you, follow me," said Lord Elrond, leading Legolas and gesturing one of the maids to follow him to the bath chambers. "Here we are. Do you need any help undressing, Legolas?" he asked, watching the young elf looking uncertain at the bath tube.
"No, I don't. Thank you," he said, while struggling with his robes in contrast to his words.
"Let me help." Lord Elrond undressed Legolas while the maid prepared the tube for the prince. Once she was finished, Lord Elrond sat him in the warm, scented water and started washing him.
"Legolas, you understand why you have to stay here, don't you?" asked Elrond, looking into the prince's red-rimmed eyes.
"I have to stay here because I did something wrong and my Ada doesn't love me anymore," whispered Legolas.
"No, Legolas, that's not the reason and you know it. If you stayed in Mirkwood then you would be in danger. This is the only place where you can be safe. And in order to keep you safe you have to be like any other elf. You won't be a prince anymore. I mean, you'll always be Prince Legolas, but not here. Here in Rivendell you'll be like any other elf. In fact, you'll be raised as my personal assistant."
Legolas looked at him, confused. "Your personal assistant?"
"Yes, Legolas. You are going work for me and earn your keep. You have to be a good elf, otherwise you'll be punished."
Legolas wasn't sure he understood what the Lord wanted, but he knew he didn't want to be punished. His father loved him, but if Legolas was bad he was punished, severally punished.
"I'll be a good elf, I promise."
Lord Elrond helped Legolas out of the tube and started drying him carefully. "You are going to bed right now. Rahnaé is going to take you to your new room where your things are. Tomorrow morning you are going to start your training. Rest well."
Legolas was now wearing a plain, white, long-sleeved sleeping robe. It was too big for his little frame. Rahnaé was a cold elf maiden; Legolas feared her immediately. She was dressed in brown and golden robes, her eyes where gray and her hair was almost black.
"Hello, I'm Legolas," he said, trying to sound amicable.
"Keep walking, elf," was her only reply. Legolas was sure he didn't like her at all. "This is where you are going to sleep," said Rahnaé while entering Legolas's new, and simple, room. It was all made of wood. A square room with a tiny window, a small bed, a chest to keep his robes and that was all. It was nothing compared to his room in Greenwood.
"This is MY room?" asked Legolas, looking around.
"Yes, this is YOUR room." Rahnaé took Legolas's bags and put his things into the chest near the bed. "I don't know why Lord Elrond gave you this room. You are just a slave after all." muttered the maid, softly so that Legolas could not hear. "I'll come and fetch you myself tomorrow morning," Rahnaé stated, leaving the room.
Legolas felt scared. The only light in his small room was the moonlight that entered through the window. The atmosphere was eerie; a shiver shook his slender frame. Legolas lay down on his bed and covered himself with the thin blanket. "I miss you Ada..." he whispered to the empty room. Thinking about his father brought tears to his already red eyes. Legolas cried himself to sleep.
The next morning, Rahnaé entered the room screaming at Legolas. "Get up, you lazy elf!" Legolas awoke with a start. "I can't believe you are not up yet. I told you I would come and fetch you in the morning. Spoiled little brat," spitefully spat the maid the maid, taking Legolas's hand and pulling him out of bed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know I was supposed to be up. I'm sorry," said Legolas, almost on the verge of tears.
Rahnaé looked down and with a despiteful face said, "Aww, the little spoiled elf is going to cry. Gee, that makes things better." Legolas was confused, not understanding what the maid was saying to him. "Of course it doesn´t make things better you stupid elf!" she continued.
The maid started rummaging through Legolas's stuff. "What are you looking for?" asked Legolas softly.
"You cannot start your training in sleeping robes, can you?" She looked at him and back to his opened chest and rummaged though it once again. "Ha, I knew you had something to work on." In her hands was one of his playing robes, adorned with the colors of greenwood.
"Get dressed. Hurry." Legolas dressed as fast as he could. He pulled on his boots and Rahnaé dragged him out of the room.
Legolas did his best to keep up with her. They entered a darkened hall. Rahnaé knocked on a door that Legolas would have missed seeing and waited. "I have your new slave here." The door opened suddenly.
"It is true, then? Prince Legolas is a slave in Rivendell?" said the elf that had opened the door, looking down at Legolas, who flinched at his words. "This is new... Hey, look what we got!" he yelled to the other occupants of the room. "A prince, a slaved prince."
*A/N: Review, please!