Hidden Tears
Disclaimer: None of these characters, etc. belong to me.
Summary: Legolas' not so picture perfect adolescence
Chapter 2:
Plastering his usual stupid smile across his face, Legolas scampered into the
dining hall, maintaining as much dignity as was possible in his hurried state and met the
worried gaze of his father.
"Where have you been Legolas?"
The question, which came not from Thranduil, but from his elder sister Mealin, did not
immediately register in his disjointed mind. He was lost in thought, staring
absentmindedly at the remaining members of his family.
His two sisters were sitting together with identical, questioning expressions on their
usually untroubled faces. His brother, Thylae sat on the outside, just returned from his
first mission as a warrior and basking in only a fraction of his family's pride.
Legolas' gaze automatically turned to the empty section of the large table. One chair for
Thraledon, the crown prince, who was fighting the darkness invading Mirkwod from the
South.... And the three remaining seats whose chairs had long been cast into some
fireplace sat there ominously, creating an unused gap at the darkened end of the table.
Two for his eldest siblings, killed in battle. And one for her. Legolas wondered at the
resentment in his heart as he thought of her...
"Legolas?"
Legolas quickly started out of his thoughts and answered his sister's question.
"I was wandering in the woods, speaking to the trees."
'When did I become so quick to lie?'
Thranduil's notoriously icy eyes melted to a sticky glaze and his expression
turned from worried to indulgent. Yes. His youngest has a special affinity with the trees
of Mirkwood that most found difficult to comprehend.
"Of course my son; I understand. But be wary of the forest. You know the danger. I
trust you did not wander too far."
"Of course ada," Legolas intoned thoughtlessly.
Breaking eye contact with the king, Legolas sought his usual seat directly beside
his father. He wondered idly what Thranduil would do if he found out that his youngest
had indeed been deep in the forest, far beyond the safety of the palace.
Were it any of his other siblings, the king would have been angry, furious in fact; and
punishment would have been nothing short than torturous. But Legolas had never been
treated in this manner by his father. On the contrary, the king would probably worry and
fuss over his son, clinging to him for the remainder of the week.
Legolas stared at his hardly touched food, wishing that just once he would see that
spark of anger in his ada's eyes directed at him.
Instead he was forced to endure the remainder of his meal, chatting cheerily about
his usual perfect morning at archery practice.
'Shining perfect Legolas,' he thought sarcastically.
No one noticed how little his ate. Or how thin he had become.
Disclaimer: None of these characters, etc. belong to me.
Summary: Legolas' not so picture perfect adolescence
Chapter 2:
Plastering his usual stupid smile across his face, Legolas scampered into the
dining hall, maintaining as much dignity as was possible in his hurried state and met the
worried gaze of his father.
"Where have you been Legolas?"
The question, which came not from Thranduil, but from his elder sister Mealin, did not
immediately register in his disjointed mind. He was lost in thought, staring
absentmindedly at the remaining members of his family.
His two sisters were sitting together with identical, questioning expressions on their
usually untroubled faces. His brother, Thylae sat on the outside, just returned from his
first mission as a warrior and basking in only a fraction of his family's pride.
Legolas' gaze automatically turned to the empty section of the large table. One chair for
Thraledon, the crown prince, who was fighting the darkness invading Mirkwod from the
South.... And the three remaining seats whose chairs had long been cast into some
fireplace sat there ominously, creating an unused gap at the darkened end of the table.
Two for his eldest siblings, killed in battle. And one for her. Legolas wondered at the
resentment in his heart as he thought of her...
"Legolas?"
Legolas quickly started out of his thoughts and answered his sister's question.
"I was wandering in the woods, speaking to the trees."
'When did I become so quick to lie?'
Thranduil's notoriously icy eyes melted to a sticky glaze and his expression
turned from worried to indulgent. Yes. His youngest has a special affinity with the trees
of Mirkwood that most found difficult to comprehend.
"Of course my son; I understand. But be wary of the forest. You know the danger. I
trust you did not wander too far."
"Of course ada," Legolas intoned thoughtlessly.
Breaking eye contact with the king, Legolas sought his usual seat directly beside
his father. He wondered idly what Thranduil would do if he found out that his youngest
had indeed been deep in the forest, far beyond the safety of the palace.
Were it any of his other siblings, the king would have been angry, furious in fact; and
punishment would have been nothing short than torturous. But Legolas had never been
treated in this manner by his father. On the contrary, the king would probably worry and
fuss over his son, clinging to him for the remainder of the week.
Legolas stared at his hardly touched food, wishing that just once he would see that
spark of anger in his ada's eyes directed at him.
Instead he was forced to endure the remainder of his meal, chatting cheerily about
his usual perfect morning at archery practice.
'Shining perfect Legolas,' he thought sarcastically.
No one noticed how little his ate. Or how thin he had become.