Title: Free me, brother!
Author: Mellas Fenixxes
Summary: When Legolas was a baby, he was found by Denethor. He grew up with Boromir, who was of the same age, and Faramir. Reaching 17 years, Legolas finally found out he was no real part of this family and left. After some time, a wizard gives him the a task he must fulfil. And with it, he will have to destroy his past. AU
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Adventure/Angst
A/N: Definitely AU!!! I don't know anything about the place Denethor held in the books (I didn't read them, can't find them ANYWHERE) so I just made up a name for his wife and his house and stuff, just so you know. And uhh, I'm still learning english, so please tell me if I made any mistakes.
Free Me, Brother!
Chapter One: Found
It was what Denethor called 'the most dark day of the year'. No sunshine, just horrible hard rain pouring down from an ink black sky. If he could just stay at home, with his wife and his little Boromir.
The day before yesterday was blessed with that sweet face opening its eyes and looking curiously at him and the whole world around. 'It's so big, I'm way too little for this world!' those eyes seemed to say. A smile was stuck on Denethor's face when he thought of the day Boromir was born. Suddenly he hit his boot against a rock and fell to the ground with a loud 'WHACK'. This was his bad day, oh yes it was.
'Curse those rocks,' he mumbled against no one in particular and stood up slowly. He was surely growing old, he couldn't even stand up without his back protesting fiercely. Not to mention it was still raining miserably.
Looking around he tried to figure out how long it would take before he would reach his home. This was actually nonsense. He would never have been here if it wasn't for that stupid councillor who told him he had to take a look at the ruins of a small village nearby. It must have been destroyed by orcs, he had said. After taking a look Denethor was sure even the most foolish child could have known it were those filthy orcs once more. It wasn't even worth walking to the cursed place.
Suddenly something green lying under a bunch of twigs asked his attention. It moved. Pulling his sword he advanced towards the strange thing. Picking the twigs away from it he saw it was just a basket. But baskets with a green blanket halfway filled with water don't move, or do they? He took the whole thing under his arm and after a last check of his surroundings, he walked on.
Under the thick green blanket a little elfenbaby lay sleeping, probably thinking this was the most lucky day of whole his life. He was wet of the rain alright, but he was saved. He had survived because of Denethor. And Denethor didn't even know.
Once inside his warm and comfortable home, Denethor threw the basket on the table, hugged his wife and went to put on some dry clothes. Leaving his wife to take care of the basket with whatever treasures there would be inside. He would hear about it soon enough.
Serenora, his wife, was clearly more curious then her husband and immediately pulled the blanket away, looking directly into the big blue eyes of a baby. Her first reaction was to scream, and scream she did. Boromir woke up from the noise and decided happily to join it himself. Denethor jumped into his clothes and ran downstairs like mad, afraid that maybe his wife had been attacked by an orc. Halfway he snatched his sword from the wall. Reaching the door to the living room, he threw it open only to be greeted with a pretty peaceful sight. The screaming had stopped, and instead of that, his wife was holding a little bunch of clothes, talking nonsense thingies to it.
'Uh, Serenora?'
'Love! Why didn't you tell me you brought a baby with you?' she said, smiling broadly.
'A baby?!?' Denethor was looking at his wife with his mouth wide open.
'You didn't know?'
'No, I didn't! C'mon, let daddy see the little fella.
'What makes you think it's him?'
'It is a girl?'
'No, it's a boy.'
'Well, come on!'
Serenora handled the little pack to her husband.
'He's got big eyes,' Denethor said after a few minutes of silence.
Serenora nodded, 'Aren't they lovely?'
'What are we going to call him?'
'So we're going to keep the baby?! Oh, thank you my love!'
Serenora launched herself to the man she loved with whole her heart and hugged him.
'Hey,' Denethor was laughing, 'Have you got a name for him?'
Serenora smiled, while she was nodding once one. 'He wore this,' she said, showing him a little golden neckless with a very small diamond leaf. She turned it around so Denethor could see what was written there: That you may always have your parents with you, dear Legolas Greenleaf'.
'Very well, Legolas it is then,' Denethor said softly, looking at the big blue eyes one more. 'Welcome into our family, Legolas.'
The elfling looked at his new mother and father, and gave them a charming smile before he yawned. Tugging at his father's nose, the eyes glazed over and the elfling was into his dreamland.
'He sleeps with his eyes open!' Serenora said slightly shocked.
Denethor smiled, 'We'll have to get used to that, and to his ears either,' he said, curving one pointed ear with his finger.
'It's an elf?' Serenora asked as well as stated the fact.
'Yes, he is.' Denethor answered, 'and he's my son too.'
Boromir gave a rather loud 'Oegoe' to tell his parents that he would like some milk again, and his mother soon came to his aid while telling him about the discovery his father had done that evening. Boromir didn't really understand whatever she was saying, but it was comforting to just listen to her gentle voice and to let her fuss over him.
TBC
I am having strange ideas these times, don't I?? Anyways, I hope to update soon, I've already started with the second part. Please tell me if it's worth to continue this!
Love, Mellas Fenixxes
Author: Mellas Fenixxes
Summary: When Legolas was a baby, he was found by Denethor. He grew up with Boromir, who was of the same age, and Faramir. Reaching 17 years, Legolas finally found out he was no real part of this family and left. After some time, a wizard gives him the a task he must fulfil. And with it, he will have to destroy his past. AU
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Adventure/Angst
A/N: Definitely AU!!! I don't know anything about the place Denethor held in the books (I didn't read them, can't find them ANYWHERE) so I just made up a name for his wife and his house and stuff, just so you know. And uhh, I'm still learning english, so please tell me if I made any mistakes.
Free Me, Brother!
Chapter One: Found
It was what Denethor called 'the most dark day of the year'. No sunshine, just horrible hard rain pouring down from an ink black sky. If he could just stay at home, with his wife and his little Boromir.
The day before yesterday was blessed with that sweet face opening its eyes and looking curiously at him and the whole world around. 'It's so big, I'm way too little for this world!' those eyes seemed to say. A smile was stuck on Denethor's face when he thought of the day Boromir was born. Suddenly he hit his boot against a rock and fell to the ground with a loud 'WHACK'. This was his bad day, oh yes it was.
'Curse those rocks,' he mumbled against no one in particular and stood up slowly. He was surely growing old, he couldn't even stand up without his back protesting fiercely. Not to mention it was still raining miserably.
Looking around he tried to figure out how long it would take before he would reach his home. This was actually nonsense. He would never have been here if it wasn't for that stupid councillor who told him he had to take a look at the ruins of a small village nearby. It must have been destroyed by orcs, he had said. After taking a look Denethor was sure even the most foolish child could have known it were those filthy orcs once more. It wasn't even worth walking to the cursed place.
Suddenly something green lying under a bunch of twigs asked his attention. It moved. Pulling his sword he advanced towards the strange thing. Picking the twigs away from it he saw it was just a basket. But baskets with a green blanket halfway filled with water don't move, or do they? He took the whole thing under his arm and after a last check of his surroundings, he walked on.
Under the thick green blanket a little elfenbaby lay sleeping, probably thinking this was the most lucky day of whole his life. He was wet of the rain alright, but he was saved. He had survived because of Denethor. And Denethor didn't even know.
Once inside his warm and comfortable home, Denethor threw the basket on the table, hugged his wife and went to put on some dry clothes. Leaving his wife to take care of the basket with whatever treasures there would be inside. He would hear about it soon enough.
Serenora, his wife, was clearly more curious then her husband and immediately pulled the blanket away, looking directly into the big blue eyes of a baby. Her first reaction was to scream, and scream she did. Boromir woke up from the noise and decided happily to join it himself. Denethor jumped into his clothes and ran downstairs like mad, afraid that maybe his wife had been attacked by an orc. Halfway he snatched his sword from the wall. Reaching the door to the living room, he threw it open only to be greeted with a pretty peaceful sight. The screaming had stopped, and instead of that, his wife was holding a little bunch of clothes, talking nonsense thingies to it.
'Uh, Serenora?'
'Love! Why didn't you tell me you brought a baby with you?' she said, smiling broadly.
'A baby?!?' Denethor was looking at his wife with his mouth wide open.
'You didn't know?'
'No, I didn't! C'mon, let daddy see the little fella.
'What makes you think it's him?'
'It is a girl?'
'No, it's a boy.'
'Well, come on!'
Serenora handled the little pack to her husband.
'He's got big eyes,' Denethor said after a few minutes of silence.
Serenora nodded, 'Aren't they lovely?'
'What are we going to call him?'
'So we're going to keep the baby?! Oh, thank you my love!'
Serenora launched herself to the man she loved with whole her heart and hugged him.
'Hey,' Denethor was laughing, 'Have you got a name for him?'
Serenora smiled, while she was nodding once one. 'He wore this,' she said, showing him a little golden neckless with a very small diamond leaf. She turned it around so Denethor could see what was written there: That you may always have your parents with you, dear Legolas Greenleaf'.
'Very well, Legolas it is then,' Denethor said softly, looking at the big blue eyes one more. 'Welcome into our family, Legolas.'
The elfling looked at his new mother and father, and gave them a charming smile before he yawned. Tugging at his father's nose, the eyes glazed over and the elfling was into his dreamland.
'He sleeps with his eyes open!' Serenora said slightly shocked.
Denethor smiled, 'We'll have to get used to that, and to his ears either,' he said, curving one pointed ear with his finger.
'It's an elf?' Serenora asked as well as stated the fact.
'Yes, he is.' Denethor answered, 'and he's my son too.'
Boromir gave a rather loud 'Oegoe' to tell his parents that he would like some milk again, and his mother soon came to his aid while telling him about the discovery his father had done that evening. Boromir didn't really understand whatever she was saying, but it was comforting to just listen to her gentle voice and to let her fuss over him.
TBC
I am having strange ideas these times, don't I?? Anyways, I hope to update soon, I've already started with the second part. Please tell me if it's worth to continue this!
Love, Mellas Fenixxes