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A/N- .., It's been a while, hasn't it?…:(
Chapter 3- Savior
The small company walked for an hour, before Legolas broke the silence and addressed Tirnen, "Tir, this isn't the right way…" He then pointed to a gnarled old tree. "I know that I've seen that same tree before, earlier today."
Tirnen sadly shook his dark head. "I know. I've seen that tree before, too." He sadly slumped down on the dirt.
"Come on. We can't give up. I mean, if we don't find a way out, then someone will to find us!" Elvellon said cheerfully, hoping to raise the little Elflings' morale.
"Yah, or something will find us! Every single thing that you could even think of lives in ada's forest." Legolas slumped down next to Tirnen, giving up all hope of getting back home.
Legolas's statement seemed almost prophetic, because just them a warg jumped out of the bush it was hiding in and charged the little group.
Legolas, Tirnen, and Ellon all got up and ran. The two Elflings climbed up a high tree, but Elvellon, the small child, wasn't able to climb the massive tree.
"Run, Ellon!" Legolas yelled, not caring too much if the warg caught him or not.
"No, Ellon, grab this!" Tirnen shouted down to Elvellon whilst letting a green vine fall down to the small child.
Elvellon narrowly escaped death by quickly clambering up the tender vine. He sat near Tirnen who was perched high in the mighty oak.
The warg growled and clawed at the tree with rage and hunger.
An Elf patrolling the area heard the children's cries and the warg's vicious growls. He urged his horse foreword to the source of the noise, checking the glimmering black stallion once the warg was in sight. Drawing his Elvish blade, the Elf leapt gracefully from the back of his horse and stuck the blade deep into the creature's neck. The warg howled before falling dead at the Elf's feet. The Elf looked up and saw the children staring wide-eyed, unbelieving of what just happened. "Do you need help getting down?" The children politely shook their heads and quickly scaled down the tree's great trunk.
"Thank you." Tirnen said, reaching the grassy ground first.
"Thank you, Gwelwen!" Legolas exclaimed, embracing the Elf's long leg.
"Legolas?" Gwelwen asked, just noticing now that the small prince was embracing his leg, "What in Arda are you doing out here?" The Elf picked up the small prince and held him in his arms.
"I'm lost…" Legolas buried his head in Gwelwen's chest and cried.
"Hush, legolas. It is alright." The tall Elf rubbed Legolas's back in a soothing fashion. "Do not worry. I will bring you back to your adar." He then put Legolas onto his horse and told him to stay while he helped the other two children.
Once all of the children were safely on the midnight-black stallion, the Elf mounted the horse and whispered Elvish words in the horse's ear. The horse galloped away at an amazing speed, bearing the riders quickly to King Thranduil's palace.
The King heard the horse's whinny and ran outside as quickly as he could. "Gwelwen!" He ran up to the golden-haired Elf. "Gwelwen, you have found my son!" The Elvenking picked up Legolas and embraced him tightly.
"Oh, Legolas, do not run away like that ever again!" The king scolded his son.
"Sorry, ada…" Legolas was too relieved to be home to care that he was being scolded.
"You know what happens when you disobey me, do you not?"
Legolas cringed at the memories of his ada's punishments. "Yes, ada…"
"Gwelwen, will you take the other two Elflings inside?"
"I will, sire." Gwelwen bowed and picked up the two children in his arms, unknowing that little Elvellon was actually a human.
Gwelwen took the two children inside the palace and set them down in a spare guestroom. "Now, you two little Elflings, stay in here until King Thranduil returns." Both of the children nodded their small heads.
Gwelwen smiled and left them both in the guestroom.
Half an hour passed until the little prince came into the guestroom with the Elvenking following him. Legolas kept his hands over his bottom and tears filled his blue eyes, indicating that he had been spanked hard as a punishment.
"Well, little Elfling, where is your adar?" Thranduil picked up Elvellon.
'Ada?' Elvellon thought, still confused by the Elvish word. "Uh… she's gone…"
"She?" Thranduil asked, shocked, "No, little one… your ada… where is he?"
"Oh… he's gone, too." Elvellon was beginning to feel most uncomfortable.
"Where did you last see him?"
"I can't remember." Elvellon continued to make up things, pretending he knew what an ada was.
"That is no good." The Elvenking set Elvellon down, most to Elvellon's releif. "Well, I guess that you will have to stay here until your ada is found. Can you tell me what he looks like?"
This is where Elvellon was really stuck. "Uh… he… he's tall."
"Yes. But all Elves are tall. Can you tell me what color his hair is?"
"Yellow." Ellon said, deciding to use Gwelwen's hair color.
"Alright. That narrows it down a bit more." Thanduil nodded. "How does your adar keep his hair? Down or up?"
"He braids it in long pretty braids." Elvellon described Gwelwen's hair again.
"Hmm… this is beginning to sound like Gwelwen… but Gwelwendoes not have any Elflings…" Thranduil thought out lout to himself. "Little one, does your adar wear long flowing clothes?"
"Yah. And he wears boots that touch his knees."
'That sounds like Gwelwen… I will have to speak with him…' Thranduil thought. "Alright, little one. I will go find your adar for you."
Elvellon smiled. "Thank you." He said politely, even though he didn't know what an ada was…
Thranduil returned to the fair guestroom moments later with Gwelwen behind him. "Gwelwen, this little Elfling says that you are his adar… is this true?"
"What? No, sire. You should know that I am not even married! Why in Arda would I have an Elfling! " Gwelwen was shocked.
"I do not know… but the little one says that you are his adar. His description fits you perfectly." Thranduil said, "Is there someone who you have been seeing?"
"No, sire. There is no she-Elf involved in my life."
"Then who is this little one's adar?"
"I do not know." Gwelwen walked over to Elvellon and picked him up in his slender arms. "He has odd hair for an Elf, though." The elder Elf ran his hand through Elvellon's hair. "What is this?" Gwelwen's hand accidentally brushed against Elvellon's ear. He pushed some brandy-colored hair away from the small child's ear and gasped. "Sire, this is no Elfling…"
Tbc…
A/N- Does anyone reading this have a DeviantArt account? And, Jedi, I know you have one;)
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