Ion-nin

Disclaimer: I only own Ruscion. Mr. Tolkein owns the rest.

Rating: PG-13 because of pain from torture. Hope you don't get queasy…

Author's Note: Hi!!! Wow, my second fanfic! I feel so PROUD!! Hope you like it! By the way, this is before LOTR. At lest the prologue is.

'…' thoughts

ion-nin means my son in ?elvish or Sidarion? spelling?

Ada means father or dad in elvish.

-----------------PROLOGUE----------------

Sitting by his mahogany desk, a tall golden haired elf was thinking of the many ways to avoid his paperwork. Perhaps his son would come bounding in wanting to play. 'Hopefully they'll be back from their walk soon.'

A loud rat-tat-tat sounded at the door to the study, and abruptly awoke him from his thoughts. 'Oh, good, right in the nick of time.' He gracefully stood up and crossed the room to the door. With slender fingers the elf turned the bras knob, awaiting the lovely smile from his wife or the musical laughter of his boy.

But the only person he found on the other side of the door was a lone guard, captain of the guards to be precise. "Sir, there is some grave news for you. It concerns your family. The King wishes to speak with you in the throne room."

Quickly walking down the brightly lit corridors, he wondered what was so important that his own farther had to tell him. The only thought coursing through his mind was 'What happened?'.

Silently he stepped in the huge room, not paying the slightest attention to the group of elven soldiers whispering around the marble fireplace. He rushed over to his ada who was shakily standing to meet him.

"Oh, ion-nin, it-it's Ninniachel and Ruscion. They're dead."

He felt his world come crashing down upon him like a tumbling wave ready to engulf his entire being. Wishing that it was just a nightmare, he slid to the cold floor on his knees. A lone thought raced through his mind 'How?' but he couldn't seem to form words. So he sat, waiting for himself to wake up and everything to be just the way it should.

"My son, my Legolas." Thranduil repeated, hugging his son to his chest, letting out silent tears now and then.

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