Eeek. Kind of been a while hasn't it? I have been so overcome with school
and deciding on college and working that it has left little time for me to
write fanfiction I'm afraid. But I finally managed to write something!
Yea! So I would appreciate it if you would review and tell me what you
think. And it's my birthday on April 3, so how about a nice review as my
present? Thanks to farflung for catching that mistake, it's fixed now!
DISCLAIMER: Tolkien is a genius. I am not. Only Thalion is mine.
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Treasure Chests and Thieves
Legolas was bored. There was absolutely nothing interesting for him to do that wouldn't get him into a great amount of trouble. It was storming outside, making any possible chance of playing among the trees or any of the other elflings disappear. His father and older brother Thalion were stuck in councils the entire day. His lessons had ended early and evening meal was still a long way off. There was simply nothing to do that could keep him entertained.
The small prince sighed and dragged his feet down the corridor. He started wandering the halls absent-mindedly. Legolas soon made a game of dodging other elves in the corridors, hiding himself from their sites. Ducking in and out of hallways and through doors had him running through the palace, though most of the elves hardly noticed the small young one.
Soon, Legolas found himself in the lower and lesser used levels of the palace. He had been there only a handful of times, and always in the presence of either his father or his brother. He did not know what was done these halls, though he had a sneaking suspicion there were dungeons or other horrible areas that he did not know of.
Turning a corner, Legolas stopped. A large wooden door stood ajar on his right. It was obviously supposed to be closed and locked, but the latch on the door had been thrown open. The golden-haired elfling stared at the door in confusion.
Glancing around and seeing no one else nearby, Legolas pushed open the door and crept inside. Only a few feet in did his eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. The young prince stopped in his place, his mouth open and his eyes wide.
The room was filled with treasure. Shelves lined the edges of the room, stacked with jewel encrusted artifacts and hundreds of priceless gifts. The braziers that were nestled in the corners provided the only light, coming from their leaping flames. The light was an unnatural golden glow, which only added to the awe of the room and its contents.
Legolas gaped at the treasure for what felt like hours. He had never thought his father had so many things of value! He walked around the room, touching the golden pieces and gaping at the jewels. He was almost afraid to touch anything for fear of breaking it. Now he knew he wasn't supposed to be in this room.
He soon came to a closed wooden chest towards the back of the room. The lid was closed, but the lock was broken. Aa slight frown on his face, Legolas pushed open the lid. He couldn't see anything in the black box from his perspective. So he used a golden statue as a step and peered over the edge, holding the lid open.
With a startled shout from an alarmed prince, the statue slid out from under his foot. Legolas fell forward into the chest, the lid slamming down after him, trapping the elfling inside.
Legolas sat for several moments, trying to right himself. His head throbbed from having hit it on the bottom and he could feel a small trickle of blood coming from where he had cut his forehead. He sat for a minute, allowing his eyes to adjust to the distinct lack of light in the closed chest. With annoyance, he realized that there wasn't even anything in the chest!
A huff of exasperation left him as he moved to his knees, ready to try and lift the lid up. He knew he was going to be in trouble now.
"I've taken it out of the chest and hid it in my room. The king won't even know it's gone."
Legolas paused. Had someone stolen something from his father? Being as careful as he could, he pushed the lid up only a crack so he could see out at the two elves that had just entered the room.
"Then why have you taken me back here?" asked the other elf. He wore the clothing of a guard, while the other wore that of one of the servants. "Lock up the room and let us go."
The servant shook his head. "Why? Why not take more, Rindol? We have an entire room here with treasure!"
The guard became irritated. "Galith, we have already taken more than is safe. The entirety of that chest is ours. That shall be enough for us to live on for several mortal lifetimes. Now let us lock up the chest and leave the room before someone comes down here."
The servant nodded and moved over toward where Legolas sat hidden. The elfling thought frantically for a way out, but the only door out lay between him and the two traitorous elves.
Legolas shoved at the lid, letting the heavy wood fling back. The two elves started, unaware that a small elfling had heard all that they heard. What was even worse was that this small elfling was none other than the king's son.
"Well, well, little Legolas," said the guard. "You overheard us did you? I'm afraid that that was not very polite. We shall have to discipline you for that."
Both elves took a step toward him, but Legolas was already moving. He jumped out of the empty wooden chest and rolled under the legs of the servant before him. The guard yelled and dove for the young prince, but Legolas jumped at the last moment, leaping over the guard. The guard fell to the floor and Legolas landed on his back. He only heard a grunt of pain before he was running out of the room and down the hallway.
"After him!" yelled one of the elves, but Legolas barely heard the words. He had to get to his father and before those traitorous elves could get to him. He didn't know what they would do to him but he did know one thing: he shouldn't have heard what they had been talking about.
When Legolas escaped the lower levels, he could not longer hear the elves pursuing him. The young prince still charged on though, not caring that many had to jump out of his way as he fled to where his father was. Even though he knew they had to know about the stealing, he also just needed to see his father. As much as Legolas may not want to admit it, he was scared of what those elves would do to him when they found him.
"Prince Legolas!" exclaimed one of the guards outside of the council room. He took his disheveled appearance in at a glance, his eyes lingering on the blood smeared across his forehead.
Legolas did not pause though. He pushed past the guard and pushed the doors open to rush inside, despite the protests following him.
Thranduil looked up in irritation. He had said he was not to be interrupted. Yet one look at his youngest's bloody face and frightened expression stopped him and he rose in alarm. "Legolas!"
He rounded the table and quickly drew his son into a hug. "By the Valar, what has happened to you?!" He rubbed away the blood on his forehead with the sleeve of his robe. Holding his son at arms length, he questioned him. "What is it Legolas?"
The words came out in a rush. "I was bored and wandering the hall and I ended up in the lower levels. I went into an open room and I found all of the treasure! But I fell into one of the empty chests and was about to get out again when two elves came in and said that they had stolen something and only needed to lock things up before they left. They found me and I ran away and came up here and I think they were after me!"
Thranduil's eyes widened and then darkened. "Guards!" he bellowed. The guards in the room and at the door came to attention. "We need to do a search of the palace. Legolas, do you know who it was that was in the room?"
Legolas' brow furrowed as he tried to remember. "I think they called each other, Rindol and Galith. One was a guard and another a servant."
The Elvenking's eyes darkened further. "Find Rindol and Galith, do not let them leave Mirkwood. And do a search of their rooms, see if they possess anything that they shouldn't." The guards bowed and many left to organize a search while some returned to their posts, their gaze watchful.
Thranduil carefully lifted Legolas into his arms. The elfling really no longer needed to be picked up, but the Elvenking wanted to reassurance of having his son in his arms again. He turned to the advisors around him. "We will adjourn for now."
They nodded and gathered up their documents, filing quietly out of the room. As much as they sometimes needed their king's attention, they realized that he would almost always be a father first, and that was something that they could not fault him.
Crown Prince Thalion walked over to his father and younger brother. "How did you get this cut Little Greenleaf?" he asked, wiping away the blood his father had missed. "They didn't-"
"They didn't touch me," quickly answered Legolas. He had seen his father's face harden at the thought of someone hurting his son. "I tried to look inside a treasure chest but I hit my head when I fell inside. There was nothing inside of it anyway."
At that moment, a group of guards banged into the room, two struggling figures before them. Rindol and Galith were forced to their knees and both glared at the small elfling held in the Elvenking's arms.
"We found this in Galith's rooms, my lord," said one of the guards. He set several jeweled weapons and goblets on the floor, including a small pack of coins. "We also discovered this in Rindol's rooms." He laid a small statue on the floor, a beautiful carving of Elbereth. Thranduil had kept it in a locked chest not because her carved clothes had small diamonds engraved in them, but because it had been a favorite of his wife's.
Thranduil turned a rage filled stare upon the men, who for once looked cowed. He turned and handed Legolas to Thalion. "Take him to see the healer and get that cut cleaned up. Stay with him and I will come when I am able."
Thalion nodded and shifted his little brother onto his hip. "Come along Little Greenleaf." They left the council room and headed to the healer, Legolas looking back at the now closed doors.
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Thranduil sighed and headed towards his son's rooms. He had never thought some of his own people would steal from him. It was not an experience that he wished to repeat. He never enjoyed such incidents.
Pushing open the door, he looked inside. Thalion lay on the bed, propped against the headboard. Legolas was curled against his side, listening as his older brother read him a story. A smile crossed his lips. He had been blessed with two wonderful sons.
"Ada!" cried Legolas upon seeing Thranduil at the door. He left Thalion's side to run to his father and give him a big hug.
"Are you not asleep yet?" Thranduil asked, swinging his son back onto the bed. "It is late for Little Greenleafs to be up."
"I wanted to wait for you," Legolas said imperiously. The Elvenking laughed. He studied his son for a moment, noticing the cut on his forehead was all cleaned up and was in truth rather small. Regardless, he did not like seeing his children injured in any way, shape, or form.
"Legolas," began Thranduil, seating himself on the bed. "Why were you in the lower levels?"
Legolas sighed and lowered his eyes. "I was bored and wandering. I saw the door open and so I had to go in. I'm sorry Ada, I won't do it again."
Thranduil kept a smile from creeping onto his lips. "See that you don't. I don't want you to get hurt Legolas. The lower levels are not used as often and if something happened to you, it would not be easy to find you. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Ada," Legolas said, nodding solemnly.
Thranduil smiled and hugged his son. "Good. Now it is time for you to go to bed." He tucked in Legolas, kissing his forehead when he was all settled. "Goodnight Greenleaf. I love you."
"Love you too Ada," said the sleepy Legolas. Thalion quickly kissed his brother's forehead before walking out with his father.
"What did you do with Rindol and Galith?" asked Thalion as they strode down the hallway.
Thranduil sighed. "Nothing as of yet. They are confined to their rooms for the moment until I have decided. How was Legolas when you took him to the healers?"
"Oh he was fine," Thalion replied. "I kept him entertained with the story of how I locked myself in the storeroom and that was why he needed to stay out of the lower levels."
Thranduil laughed, recalling the incident. "That was a day indeed. Had me searching the entire palace for you, still a foolish little elfling. Not much has changed with you has it?"
Thalion laughed as they continued on down the hallway.
DISCLAIMER: Tolkien is a genius. I am not. Only Thalion is mine.
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Treasure Chests and Thieves
Legolas was bored. There was absolutely nothing interesting for him to do that wouldn't get him into a great amount of trouble. It was storming outside, making any possible chance of playing among the trees or any of the other elflings disappear. His father and older brother Thalion were stuck in councils the entire day. His lessons had ended early and evening meal was still a long way off. There was simply nothing to do that could keep him entertained.
The small prince sighed and dragged his feet down the corridor. He started wandering the halls absent-mindedly. Legolas soon made a game of dodging other elves in the corridors, hiding himself from their sites. Ducking in and out of hallways and through doors had him running through the palace, though most of the elves hardly noticed the small young one.
Soon, Legolas found himself in the lower and lesser used levels of the palace. He had been there only a handful of times, and always in the presence of either his father or his brother. He did not know what was done these halls, though he had a sneaking suspicion there were dungeons or other horrible areas that he did not know of.
Turning a corner, Legolas stopped. A large wooden door stood ajar on his right. It was obviously supposed to be closed and locked, but the latch on the door had been thrown open. The golden-haired elfling stared at the door in confusion.
Glancing around and seeing no one else nearby, Legolas pushed open the door and crept inside. Only a few feet in did his eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. The young prince stopped in his place, his mouth open and his eyes wide.
The room was filled with treasure. Shelves lined the edges of the room, stacked with jewel encrusted artifacts and hundreds of priceless gifts. The braziers that were nestled in the corners provided the only light, coming from their leaping flames. The light was an unnatural golden glow, which only added to the awe of the room and its contents.
Legolas gaped at the treasure for what felt like hours. He had never thought his father had so many things of value! He walked around the room, touching the golden pieces and gaping at the jewels. He was almost afraid to touch anything for fear of breaking it. Now he knew he wasn't supposed to be in this room.
He soon came to a closed wooden chest towards the back of the room. The lid was closed, but the lock was broken. Aa slight frown on his face, Legolas pushed open the lid. He couldn't see anything in the black box from his perspective. So he used a golden statue as a step and peered over the edge, holding the lid open.
With a startled shout from an alarmed prince, the statue slid out from under his foot. Legolas fell forward into the chest, the lid slamming down after him, trapping the elfling inside.
Legolas sat for several moments, trying to right himself. His head throbbed from having hit it on the bottom and he could feel a small trickle of blood coming from where he had cut his forehead. He sat for a minute, allowing his eyes to adjust to the distinct lack of light in the closed chest. With annoyance, he realized that there wasn't even anything in the chest!
A huff of exasperation left him as he moved to his knees, ready to try and lift the lid up. He knew he was going to be in trouble now.
"I've taken it out of the chest and hid it in my room. The king won't even know it's gone."
Legolas paused. Had someone stolen something from his father? Being as careful as he could, he pushed the lid up only a crack so he could see out at the two elves that had just entered the room.
"Then why have you taken me back here?" asked the other elf. He wore the clothing of a guard, while the other wore that of one of the servants. "Lock up the room and let us go."
The servant shook his head. "Why? Why not take more, Rindol? We have an entire room here with treasure!"
The guard became irritated. "Galith, we have already taken more than is safe. The entirety of that chest is ours. That shall be enough for us to live on for several mortal lifetimes. Now let us lock up the chest and leave the room before someone comes down here."
The servant nodded and moved over toward where Legolas sat hidden. The elfling thought frantically for a way out, but the only door out lay between him and the two traitorous elves.
Legolas shoved at the lid, letting the heavy wood fling back. The two elves started, unaware that a small elfling had heard all that they heard. What was even worse was that this small elfling was none other than the king's son.
"Well, well, little Legolas," said the guard. "You overheard us did you? I'm afraid that that was not very polite. We shall have to discipline you for that."
Both elves took a step toward him, but Legolas was already moving. He jumped out of the empty wooden chest and rolled under the legs of the servant before him. The guard yelled and dove for the young prince, but Legolas jumped at the last moment, leaping over the guard. The guard fell to the floor and Legolas landed on his back. He only heard a grunt of pain before he was running out of the room and down the hallway.
"After him!" yelled one of the elves, but Legolas barely heard the words. He had to get to his father and before those traitorous elves could get to him. He didn't know what they would do to him but he did know one thing: he shouldn't have heard what they had been talking about.
When Legolas escaped the lower levels, he could not longer hear the elves pursuing him. The young prince still charged on though, not caring that many had to jump out of his way as he fled to where his father was. Even though he knew they had to know about the stealing, he also just needed to see his father. As much as Legolas may not want to admit it, he was scared of what those elves would do to him when they found him.
"Prince Legolas!" exclaimed one of the guards outside of the council room. He took his disheveled appearance in at a glance, his eyes lingering on the blood smeared across his forehead.
Legolas did not pause though. He pushed past the guard and pushed the doors open to rush inside, despite the protests following him.
Thranduil looked up in irritation. He had said he was not to be interrupted. Yet one look at his youngest's bloody face and frightened expression stopped him and he rose in alarm. "Legolas!"
He rounded the table and quickly drew his son into a hug. "By the Valar, what has happened to you?!" He rubbed away the blood on his forehead with the sleeve of his robe. Holding his son at arms length, he questioned him. "What is it Legolas?"
The words came out in a rush. "I was bored and wandering the hall and I ended up in the lower levels. I went into an open room and I found all of the treasure! But I fell into one of the empty chests and was about to get out again when two elves came in and said that they had stolen something and only needed to lock things up before they left. They found me and I ran away and came up here and I think they were after me!"
Thranduil's eyes widened and then darkened. "Guards!" he bellowed. The guards in the room and at the door came to attention. "We need to do a search of the palace. Legolas, do you know who it was that was in the room?"
Legolas' brow furrowed as he tried to remember. "I think they called each other, Rindol and Galith. One was a guard and another a servant."
The Elvenking's eyes darkened further. "Find Rindol and Galith, do not let them leave Mirkwood. And do a search of their rooms, see if they possess anything that they shouldn't." The guards bowed and many left to organize a search while some returned to their posts, their gaze watchful.
Thranduil carefully lifted Legolas into his arms. The elfling really no longer needed to be picked up, but the Elvenking wanted to reassurance of having his son in his arms again. He turned to the advisors around him. "We will adjourn for now."
They nodded and gathered up their documents, filing quietly out of the room. As much as they sometimes needed their king's attention, they realized that he would almost always be a father first, and that was something that they could not fault him.
Crown Prince Thalion walked over to his father and younger brother. "How did you get this cut Little Greenleaf?" he asked, wiping away the blood his father had missed. "They didn't-"
"They didn't touch me," quickly answered Legolas. He had seen his father's face harden at the thought of someone hurting his son. "I tried to look inside a treasure chest but I hit my head when I fell inside. There was nothing inside of it anyway."
At that moment, a group of guards banged into the room, two struggling figures before them. Rindol and Galith were forced to their knees and both glared at the small elfling held in the Elvenking's arms.
"We found this in Galith's rooms, my lord," said one of the guards. He set several jeweled weapons and goblets on the floor, including a small pack of coins. "We also discovered this in Rindol's rooms." He laid a small statue on the floor, a beautiful carving of Elbereth. Thranduil had kept it in a locked chest not because her carved clothes had small diamonds engraved in them, but because it had been a favorite of his wife's.
Thranduil turned a rage filled stare upon the men, who for once looked cowed. He turned and handed Legolas to Thalion. "Take him to see the healer and get that cut cleaned up. Stay with him and I will come when I am able."
Thalion nodded and shifted his little brother onto his hip. "Come along Little Greenleaf." They left the council room and headed to the healer, Legolas looking back at the now closed doors.
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Thranduil sighed and headed towards his son's rooms. He had never thought some of his own people would steal from him. It was not an experience that he wished to repeat. He never enjoyed such incidents.
Pushing open the door, he looked inside. Thalion lay on the bed, propped against the headboard. Legolas was curled against his side, listening as his older brother read him a story. A smile crossed his lips. He had been blessed with two wonderful sons.
"Ada!" cried Legolas upon seeing Thranduil at the door. He left Thalion's side to run to his father and give him a big hug.
"Are you not asleep yet?" Thranduil asked, swinging his son back onto the bed. "It is late for Little Greenleafs to be up."
"I wanted to wait for you," Legolas said imperiously. The Elvenking laughed. He studied his son for a moment, noticing the cut on his forehead was all cleaned up and was in truth rather small. Regardless, he did not like seeing his children injured in any way, shape, or form.
"Legolas," began Thranduil, seating himself on the bed. "Why were you in the lower levels?"
Legolas sighed and lowered his eyes. "I was bored and wandering. I saw the door open and so I had to go in. I'm sorry Ada, I won't do it again."
Thranduil kept a smile from creeping onto his lips. "See that you don't. I don't want you to get hurt Legolas. The lower levels are not used as often and if something happened to you, it would not be easy to find you. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Ada," Legolas said, nodding solemnly.
Thranduil smiled and hugged his son. "Good. Now it is time for you to go to bed." He tucked in Legolas, kissing his forehead when he was all settled. "Goodnight Greenleaf. I love you."
"Love you too Ada," said the sleepy Legolas. Thalion quickly kissed his brother's forehead before walking out with his father.
"What did you do with Rindol and Galith?" asked Thalion as they strode down the hallway.
Thranduil sighed. "Nothing as of yet. They are confined to their rooms for the moment until I have decided. How was Legolas when you took him to the healers?"
"Oh he was fine," Thalion replied. "I kept him entertained with the story of how I locked myself in the storeroom and that was why he needed to stay out of the lower levels."
Thranduil laughed, recalling the incident. "That was a day indeed. Had me searching the entire palace for you, still a foolish little elfling. Not much has changed with you has it?"
Thalion laughed as they continued on down the hallway.