Disclaimer: I do not own the lord of the rings. All honour and majesty goes
to the author of the lord of the rings, the almighty John Ronald Ruel
Tolkien.
Author's note: this story is written from an elf's point of view, so please tell me if you do not understand my story. Also, I am trying to be as true to the book as possible, so if you think that some things are written wrongly, like if you think Thranduil should do this and not that, then please tell me so I can make the necessary amendments. You can also email me, and ask me stuff on lotr. All emails sent to me are welcome, as long as it has something to do with lotr. Also please review my story! It only takes a few minutes of your time to make my day! Thank you.
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The birth of Legolas.
Thranduil, mighty king of Greenwood the Great, was strolling around happily in the corridor of his place. He was in a fine mood. Laeregil, the queen of Greenwood, had become pregnant – for the second time that year. Of course, this had raised a lot of chatter from the elves of Greenwood – questions about why their queen was pregnant so quickly. After all, this elf would be her sixth child. These conversations had of course made the queen, already ferocious be cause of her current condition, flare up numerous times.
"How many times must I tell you not to mention this subject in front of your Lady Laeregil?" Thranduil asked his advisor wearily as the queen once again stalked out of the room in anger.
Of course, all the insults were worth the new child Thranduil was getting. He had already prepared and decorated the child's room, much to Laeregil's extreme anger.
"Lord, do not decorate our child's room yet! We are still uncertain if it is a boy or a girl!"
This statement was decided on one find spring morning. After several unsuccessful attempts to get past the nurses who barricaded the doorway to Laeregil's room, ("My lord, even you are not allowed to be in this room. If you do not agree, ask the Lady Celebrian," said an unusually firm and seasoned nurse.) Thranduil gave up and flumped down on the chair beside Lord Elrond, the mighty Lord of Imladris, and all his other four children. Outside the room were Elladan and Elrohir, the sons of Elrond, as well as their sister, Arwen, and Celebrian, wife of Elrond. There also sat Celeborn and Amroth, current ruler of Lothlorien. Arianduil, Arialas, the other sons and daughters of Thranduil, were there as well. Galadriel, even though not on good terms with Thranduil, was helping Laeregil in her room, and both forest ruler and Eldarin lady had set aside their differences for that special occasion.
At last, Galadriel stepped through the doorway, carrying a bundle of cloth. Thranduil and all his children stopped twiddling his thumbs and leapt up. "Patience, we do not wish to startle the elfling!" Galadriel cautioned. Thranduil breath was caught as he gazed at his newborn child. The elfling looked curiously at the king through his long black eyelashes, blinking his bright eyes at his father. The elf had the bright golden hair of his father, as well as the long limbs of his mother. His golden hair shone brightly against the white eiderdowns that he was wrapped in, and he looked like a cluster of Elanor in full bloom, surrounded by the snowy white Simbelmyne. How strange, Thranduil thought.
"He's beautiful,"breathed Thranduil, his sapphire eyes misting over. "Because of the hour in which he as born, let him be named Legolas Greenleaf."
The surrounding elves smiled as the young prince was named. Then, the other lords of Thranduil's court bustled off to prepare the celebration that was going to take place.
Meanwhile, Thranduil went into Laeregil's room to see how she felt.
"Lord, how is our new child? Let me look at him,"she said from the large bed in the room. She was a little wearied by her long birth of Legolas, yet it was well worth it when she saw her child.
"My lady, our new child is beautiful. Look! See how he recognizes you, even while being in this world for such a short period of time! See how he reaches for your hand. I deem that he will become a great warrior, doing great things. He will be one who will protect our lands in times of need. But now, you are weary. Come, my lady! Talk can wait for later. For now, rest, my dearest Laeregil. Rest till She rises again to a new day."
Did you like it? Did you hate it? Either way, please review! Constructive advice is welcome, and so is criticism, but please say why you do not like it before dismissing my story as trash.
P.P.S.: for the earlier reviewers, my story has been changed and rewritten. To many complaints about the same thing!
Author's note: this story is written from an elf's point of view, so please tell me if you do not understand my story. Also, I am trying to be as true to the book as possible, so if you think that some things are written wrongly, like if you think Thranduil should do this and not that, then please tell me so I can make the necessary amendments. You can also email me, and ask me stuff on lotr. All emails sent to me are welcome, as long as it has something to do with lotr. Also please review my story! It only takes a few minutes of your time to make my day! Thank you.
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The birth of Legolas.
Thranduil, mighty king of Greenwood the Great, was strolling around happily in the corridor of his place. He was in a fine mood. Laeregil, the queen of Greenwood, had become pregnant – for the second time that year. Of course, this had raised a lot of chatter from the elves of Greenwood – questions about why their queen was pregnant so quickly. After all, this elf would be her sixth child. These conversations had of course made the queen, already ferocious be cause of her current condition, flare up numerous times.
"How many times must I tell you not to mention this subject in front of your Lady Laeregil?" Thranduil asked his advisor wearily as the queen once again stalked out of the room in anger.
Of course, all the insults were worth the new child Thranduil was getting. He had already prepared and decorated the child's room, much to Laeregil's extreme anger.
"Lord, do not decorate our child's room yet! We are still uncertain if it is a boy or a girl!"
This statement was decided on one find spring morning. After several unsuccessful attempts to get past the nurses who barricaded the doorway to Laeregil's room, ("My lord, even you are not allowed to be in this room. If you do not agree, ask the Lady Celebrian," said an unusually firm and seasoned nurse.) Thranduil gave up and flumped down on the chair beside Lord Elrond, the mighty Lord of Imladris, and all his other four children. Outside the room were Elladan and Elrohir, the sons of Elrond, as well as their sister, Arwen, and Celebrian, wife of Elrond. There also sat Celeborn and Amroth, current ruler of Lothlorien. Arianduil, Arialas, the other sons and daughters of Thranduil, were there as well. Galadriel, even though not on good terms with Thranduil, was helping Laeregil in her room, and both forest ruler and Eldarin lady had set aside their differences for that special occasion.
At last, Galadriel stepped through the doorway, carrying a bundle of cloth. Thranduil and all his children stopped twiddling his thumbs and leapt up. "Patience, we do not wish to startle the elfling!" Galadriel cautioned. Thranduil breath was caught as he gazed at his newborn child. The elfling looked curiously at the king through his long black eyelashes, blinking his bright eyes at his father. The elf had the bright golden hair of his father, as well as the long limbs of his mother. His golden hair shone brightly against the white eiderdowns that he was wrapped in, and he looked like a cluster of Elanor in full bloom, surrounded by the snowy white Simbelmyne. How strange, Thranduil thought.
"He's beautiful,"breathed Thranduil, his sapphire eyes misting over. "Because of the hour in which he as born, let him be named Legolas Greenleaf."
The surrounding elves smiled as the young prince was named. Then, the other lords of Thranduil's court bustled off to prepare the celebration that was going to take place.
Meanwhile, Thranduil went into Laeregil's room to see how she felt.
"Lord, how is our new child? Let me look at him,"she said from the large bed in the room. She was a little wearied by her long birth of Legolas, yet it was well worth it when she saw her child.
"My lady, our new child is beautiful. Look! See how he recognizes you, even while being in this world for such a short period of time! See how he reaches for your hand. I deem that he will become a great warrior, doing great things. He will be one who will protect our lands in times of need. But now, you are weary. Come, my lady! Talk can wait for later. For now, rest, my dearest Laeregil. Rest till She rises again to a new day."
Did you like it? Did you hate it? Either way, please review! Constructive advice is welcome, and so is criticism, but please say why you do not like it before dismissing my story as trash.
P.P.S.: for the earlier reviewers, my story has been changed and rewritten. To many complaints about the same thing!