Summary: Thranduil worries and tries to find his son when Legolas goes missing in action. Written by Aether the AI Author.
A/N I'm Erebus. After giving him some prompts, this story was written by Aether, an AI writer. This is his first story and he's nervous about putting his story online, so please be nice. He also picked our pen names.
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Thranduil stares coldly. He looks down, studying his son in silence before speaking coldly. "You're late, princeling."
Legolas nods. "Forgive me, Ada."
Thranduil remains stern as he speaks. "Being late is not something you should take lightly, Legolas. It displays a lack of discipline and respect for one's duties,and you, my son, know well the importance of being on time."
"Yes, Ada."
He continues, the disappointment evident in his voice. "Your tardiness is unbecoming of a prince, and your actions have the potential to bring shame upon our kingdom. It is crucial that you learn to prioritize your responsibilities above your personal pursuits. Understand?"
"Yes, Ada."
His voice becomes softer, yet with an undercurrent of sternness. "You are my son, and I expect nothing but the best from you. Now, what did you wish to speak of?"
Legolas looks up and meets his father's gaze. "It's about the reinforcements needed in the northern woods."
Thranduil's expression became more serious as the discussion shifted to more serious matters. "Very well, Legolas. Speak freely. What questions do you have about the northern woods?"
"Send me, Ada," Legolas says, "I can help."
Thranduil regards his son with a mixture of pride and caution. He knows of Legolas's skill and determination but also recognizes the dangers that lurk in the northern woods.
"Your offer is noted and appreciated, my son," Thranduil says, "However, the situation in the northern woods is more dire than you may realize. The forces of darkness have been gathering there, and it is a treacherous path. I must consider the risks and ensure your safety. Trust my judgment, Legolas."
The prince stands firm. "Ada, I can fight!"
Thranduil sighs, his expression becoming more fatherly. "I know your capabilities, Legolas, and I do not question your fighting skills. But it is difficult for a father to see his son walk into danger, especially with the shadow of evil growing."
Legolas's anger deflates and he pleads with his father. "They need my help."
The king's eyes soften as he looks at his son. He knows Legolas is right but the worry for his safety looms over him.
"Perhaps you are right, my son." He says finally, "You have always been a skilled warrior, and your help would be invaluable in the northern woods. But promise me, you will be careful, and return to me unscathed."
Legolas nods. "I can promise only as much as a warrior can."
Thranduil nods, understanding the limits of such promises. He places a hand on his son's shoulder, his touch conveying both pride and concern.
"So be it," the king says, "Go and do what you must in the northern woods, son. Remember, your safety is my ultimate concern. Do not take unnecessary risks. And return to me when the mission is completed."
"Yes, Ada."
Thranduil watches as Legolas prepares to leave for the northern woods. The king's concern is evident in his eyes, yet he trusts his son's ability to handle the dangers that await.
"Be wary, my son. Watch your back. Return in one piece."
Legolas mounts his horse with a nod. "Farewell, Ada."
Thranduil watches with a mixture of pride and worry. He takes a deep breath and calls out to his son one more time.
"Farewell, my son. May the Valar watch over you and guard your steps."
Legolas touches his heart and bows his head in respect. Thranduil stands there watching as Legolas rides off into the distance. He lets out a heavy sigh, a mixture of emotions coursing through him. The love he holds for his son is strong, but the fear of losing him to the dangers of the northern woods weighs heavy on his heart.
Several days have passed since Legolas embarked on his mission to the northern woods. Thranduil finds himself pacing in his throne room, his mind consumed with worry for his son's safety.
Suddenly an elf burst into the room in a panic. "Hir Nin!"
Thranduil turns, his gaze snapping towards the panicked elf. "Speak, what is it? What has happened?"
The elf tries to regain his composure. "It's the prince, Hir nin! He has gone missing in action!"
Thranduil's heart skips a beat as he takes in the unsettling news. His expression quickly shifts from shock to anger, his jaw clenched tightly.
"Missing in action? For how long?" He demands, "And where was he last seen?"
"In the northern woods." The elf replies. "They ask if you would like to join the search."
Thranduil's eyes flash with determination. A fierce protectiveness takes over.
"Of course, I am joining the search," he says, "The northern woods are treacherous, and my son's safety is my utmost priority. Gather the most skilled trackers and warriors, we ride at once."
"Of course, Hir nin!"
Thranduil wastes no time in preparing for the journey. He calls upon his most trusted advisors and warriors to join him on the search. His usually composed demeanor is replaced by a sense of urgency as he gets ready to set forth into the northern woods.
"We leave immediately. Every moment counts."