Chapter 93: Everything that has happened

"Haldir, I want to know what happened and I want to know now."

"You mean, whilst you where out?"

"Yes, obviously I do. I have found a healing gash on Legolas' chest, and Legolas accuses Cield of it. I'd rather hear what you have to say before I kill Cield."

"Then come sire, let us sit."

Haldir sat down and told Thranduil everything, and whenever something angered the king, he'd throw a fist on the table, and then apologies for startling Haldir. Thranduil was especially mad at when Cield had harmed Legolas, or when Legolas would misbehave.

"That idiotic, imprudent, self-centred, injurious son of mine! How dare he cause so much pain to Legolas, why the child is barely a toddler!"

"What are you going to do to Cield sir?"

"You will see."

Thranduil went to see Cield, where he was giving Firelien a kiss on her cheek.

"Cield, how are you feeling?" Thranduil calmly asked.

"Stressed, but a lot better, and I have decided to forgive Firelien." Cield managed a smile.

"I think I could help you relieve your stress a bit." Thranduil grinned.

"Truly Adar? If it would help, I beg of you to help relieve my stress!"

"Here, remove your tunic and set yourself down on your stomach on my bed."

"Yes Ada." Cield obeyed, removing his tunic and doing as his father asked.

Thranduil placed his hands gently on his son's shoulders and massaged him. Cield sighed.

"How does that feel Cield?" Thranduil smiled as he massaged further down his son's back.

"Great Adar, wonderful."

"That's nice..." Thranduil muttered as he pounded his elbow in his son's back, as hard as he could without breaking Cield's back or spine. Cield let out a yell at that.

"Ada, careful, that hurt!"

"I know it did. That was the point."

Cield gasped at what his father said, and could not help but suddenly screamed as Thranduil rammed a fist in his back.

"Ada... what are you... why are you...?"

"Slicing a little elfling is not truly how to be a father you know."

Firelien gasped at those words and Cield looked darkly away.

"Haldir has told you then..."

"Yes. And this is the most disgraceful thing I have ever heard of you doing!"

"Is this... true? Cield? You... you... belt an elf... child?"

"Aye... my... little brother."

Firelien took a step back from her new love, and felt disgraced that she was carrying his child.

"You filth Cield! You malicious filth!"

Cield shut his eyes.

"I know, I know. I deserve those words said to me. Please forgive me, both of you. I have apologized to Legolas, and I hope that you can forgive me, please."

"Why should I forgive you Cield? That is cruelty, mean, harsh! I cannot describe how much hatred toward you I feel right now! You said you cannot trust me... I cannot trust you near my child!"

Tears ran down Cield's face.

"But... please... I swear to Valar I will never do it again... "

Firelien had tears in her eyes looking at the pitiful prince.

"How can I?"

"Please trust me. I am the father of your child that you will one day give birth to. Forgive me. Please. OW!"

Thranduil had suddenly taken his belt and hit Cield's back with it softly, but still painfully, Thranduil making sure it only left a red mark and no blood or anything worse.

"That hurt! You have never done that before to me Ada!"

"Now you know what it feels, do you not?"

"Yes."

"Here Firelien, hit him and see what he feels."

Cield looked at her with his fair blue eyes - so far all the children of Thranduil had his eyes and hair.

"How can I hit that look?"

"If you cannot ignore his look, then it is quite obvious how come now he has managed to get you pregnant..." Thranduil muttered.

"I deserve this... I know I do." Cield whispered.

Firelien looked at the belt sadly, and then at Cield.

"I Dont want to. He's my prince, sir, I cannot hit him."

Thranduil sighed and took the belt.

"It is not always easy to punish Cield for me, for I am his father. But he hurt my elfling, and how can I forgive him for THAT?" Thranduil asked, belting Cield again, only leaving a red mark on Cield's backside (though Thranduil could not tell since Cield wore leggings).

"Please... no more, it hurts... it burns... please stop."

Thranduil raised his foot and pushed his son off his bed.

"I believe you have learnt Cield. Never do I wish to hear of you doing such a thing again. NEVER."

"Yes father... Firelien, please forgive me, I love you-

"Obviously." Thranduil muttered, not meaning to say that out loud.

"And I wish for you to love me too-

"Hasn't she already?" Thranduil smirked.

"Ada! Stop it! Anyways, I do not wish for my little child to be raised without a father, and if he, or she, one day asks where is Ada, I don't want him to have to know that he or she has no Ada because I am filth. Please forget that this is happened. Please. I have no mother, and have not for some years. She never saw my coming of age, and I wish for my son to have both parents at his coming of age ceremony."

"Sire, you know your son best, should I forgive him?"

"Yes. Yes I know Cield, and he is being truthful."

"I forgive you Cield Thranduilion."

Firelien took Cield's hand and Cield gently kissed her hand as he was raised to his feet.

"Now Cield, I wish to see you forgiving Legolas, so come with me to his room. Perhaps giving him a gift would be a good way of apologizing?"

"Yes father. May I give him the gift later?"

"Yes."

To be continued...