This fanfic was originally written in Portuguese! Was translated by google translate.
These are short stories focused on various phases of Legolas' life ️ his relationship with his wife and children, his father and brother (I created some original characters), with his friends. We will have romance, adventure, I think a little of everything!
This first chapter is focused on how Thranduil reacted when he found out that his son had joined the Fellowship of the Ring and was going, get this, to Mordor. Did the poor messenger survive delivering the news?
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- My son did what? – the Elven King raised a hand, palm facing forward, interrupting the messenger.
- He... Your Highness... The prince... - the messenger, sickly pale, swallowed hard - Joined the Fellowship of the Ring, my King, during the council of Elrond
- A society, you say, to take the One Ring to Mordor and destroy it? - Thranduil said the sentence slowly, as if he were addressing an idiot. Well, that was exactly how poor Auros felt, as did the other elves escorting Prince Legolas to Rivendell. But the latter were not bothered by this, they were too busy writing their wills and saying goodbye to their families.
Auros didn't judge, it was a very understandable feeling. Not everyone knows when their end will come, so if you have the opportunity you should take it. Besides, who would he leave that land he had bought a few decades ago to?...
But on the other hand, he found it completely unnecessary. If these warriors were already doomed because of their grand failure, why drag him into it too? Naturally, he didn't volunteer. Who would? Who would voluntarily tell the king that his precious son was currently going on a tour of Mount Doom? Auros was just the unlucky elf who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up in this situation. And now 5 minutes of "talking" was proving to be a long time in an elf's life.
But, well, not that these warriors had actually failed... They should have taken the prince and brought him back safely, but if His Highness had willingly volunteered for a suicide mission, then what could they do? Tie the prince up and bring him back to his father's arms by force? They would be knocked out before they could even utter the word... oh, any word.
Not that the king would understand. It wouldn't matter to him that Legolas wanted to go, that Legolas offered his bow, and that Legolas even analyzed maps in search of the best path. No, his Little Leaf was not guilty of anything, the only ones to blame were everyone else in his surroundings.
- Yes, my King – Auros replied softly, trying to look away from the king but at the same time failing, feeling compelled to stare at the icy blue orbs in an infinite vortex of suffering.
- Accompanied by who? - Thranduil murmured, leaning back in his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb, but sounding as dangerous as nails scratching a painting.
- Gandalf, Aragorn, Boromir of Gondor, Gimli son of Glóin and four Hobbits of the Shire
- What do you mean, in clearer terms, that Legolas went to Mordor with Gandalf the Mad and seven inept mortals? - Thranduil spoke each word in a short and concise manner, in a way that would make Thoronthur proud. The advisor always said that Thranduil had an annoying habit of turning everything into a long, long, very long speech. Well, perhaps the king did it on purpose, but Thoronthur did not need to know that. When dealing with Oropher's family, one had to just accept certain things.
Auros felt rather than saw the change happen. If someone, years later, were to ask him what happened on the fateful day he was assigned to deliver the news to the king that his beloved son was going on a suicide mission to Mordor, Auros would have sworn by the Valar that the wind stopped blowing and that all the trees bent away from Thranduil in a foolish attempt to shield themselves from his wrath.
"Is this a rhetorical question?" thought the messenger, desperate. "Is this a trap?" Well, they were synonyms when it came to Thranduil. Auros knew his king's temperament and his terrible habit of asking questions that didn't require an answer and questions that didn't even have an answer, just for the fun of seeing his prey squirm and stammer in a humiliating attempt. So, he decided to keep his head down as a safety measure, of course.
Before Auros could decide which way his own head would roll, the Elven King continued, in an uninterrupted torrent of words:
- And Elrond, who is supposed to be one of the wise, not only allowed it but thought it was a great idea? – Thranduil frowned. The messenger once again fell silent, after all, the king did not seem to be expecting anything from him. Besides, it seemed foolish, highly dangerous and not at all recommended to try to answer, so the smartest course of action would be to assume that, this time, it was in fact a rhetorical question in the full meaning of the word – Did you think it would be in good taste to send my son, my heir, to stand next to a cursed ring hanging from the neck of a Hobbit who supposedly never left its borders and take said Hobbit to Mount Doom? Oh yes, I understand.
He didn't seem to understand. No. Not even a little bit. Nothing at all. That's what Auros thought when he saw the sarcasm dripping from the Elven King/Father in a fit. A lot of sarcasm punctuated by doses of irony, mockery, scorn and as many synonyms as the dictionary could find... Which was a lot, considering the amount of languages the Elven King was fluent in.
He looked like someone about to rub this "understanding" in the face of the nearest elf, and that elf happened to be Auros...
Now, if someone were to ask Thranduil what happened, his answer would be very different. He would say that he felt his hair all turn white, the blond strands losing their color from the stress. He would say that he was given a human heart as a gift, because he could swear that he was the first elf to have a heart attack. And he would give his word that he managed to lose years of his life, while being immortal. Ah, the joys of fatherhood.
- Bad timing to say not to underestimate the courage of a Hobbit? – Auros heard the door open slightly and Galion entered, holding a neutral mask on his face with considerable effort and equipped with all the professionalism that only a royal seneschal would have. Beside him was Lord Thoronthur, completely ignoring the penetrating gaze of Thranduil, famous for paralyzing orcs on the battlefield, and not looking at all pleased.
- Perfect time to judge Elrond Peredehel's profound false sense - Thranduil grumbled in a way that only an elf who can skin someone with a dull knife could grumble
- Come now, my lord, there was nothing Elrond could do to stop his boy from getting into a...
- Suicide mission? Mad madness? Complete chaos? Sweeping curse? Ridiculous plan? I can go on for hours if you want.
- That's enough adjectives, thank you.
- An elf, a wizard, a dwarf, two humans and four hobbits enter Mordor. Valar, it even sounds like the beginning of a bad joke
- Oropher's offspring will be the death of me – Thoronthur said. Actually, saying doesn't describe it very well. Declared would be more appropriate. Thoronthur declared, looking like an elf who had long since signed his death warrant and was completely resigned – I always knew that.
- Yes! It's a joke. A very, very bad joke. Bad in ways I can't even measure, and I've seen a lot of nonsense in my millennia. Not long ago, a group of dwarves, also inept, by the way, decided, get this, to wake up a dragon! - Thranduil filled a cup of wine, pushed the folds of his robes away from his wrist and downed the entire Dorwinion in one gulp, then filled it again and drank it all again - And then they still had the audacity to complain that I didn't help! Ah ha ha
- I knew as soon as I looked at Thranduil when he was still a prince – Thoronthur continued, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings and not addressing anyone in particular. He was taking up too much time telling a story, not a story, a tragedy – You can't live by his side without gradually losing your sanity. And I'm referring to very broad situations, ranging from facing the Serpents of the North and leaving without half of your face, a face that I had to take care of first, to arriving early for meetings just to embarrass the advisors, all very punctual, for keeping the king waiting.
- And now my own son has decided to do worse. And the Hobbit's nephew who helped Thorin's company too. Just look how things are... - so wrapped up in his fury was Thranduil that he didn't notice Galion's amused smile, which was probably safer - Legolas decided to go on a trip to find the All-Seeing Eye and throw that hideous trinket into the fire in front of him. Accompanied by eight inept beings, I repeat, inept! Representatives of the free peoples of Middle-earth, my ass! And to go against nine Nazgul and a few hundred thousand orcs in a land that exudes torture. Valar, Lindus didn't give me that much trouble!
- Then he got married and had Legolas. And that's when I knew that the phrase "nothing is so bad that it can't get worse" wasn't just a phrase, it was a prediction. Of jumping on a troll's head and putting a sword through its brain and then going around controlling it like a puppet. Marrying my daughter. Legalizing archery gambling. Marrying my daughter. Going to Mordor to destroy the One Ring.
Galion crossed his arms, leaning against the wall to watch the growing drama of the two formidable elves succumbing to the consequences of Legolas Greenleaf's actions.
Auros narrowed his eyes at the king and could swear he saw an evil aura (wine-colored, it's important to note) emanating from his royal pores. Then he looked at the advisor who continued to recount a series of fatalities and, honestly, Auros could not imagine that even fatalities could be so fatal... poor Thoronthur. Then he looked at the butler, Galion remained calm amidst the joys of Thranduil's fatherhood and the joys of living with Thranduil's fatherhood of Thoronthur. How? Impossible to know. But Galion at that moment became Auros' new idol.
Finally, he sighed discreetly so as not to draw the king's attention and mentally scolded himself for letting himself go mad at the most inopportune moment possible. He needed all his mental faculties intact if he wanted to fulfill his mission here and then be able to return home and merge with the wall, but with every second he spent in the king's company he felt the life leaking out of his ears.
While the messenger covered his ears, trying in vain to stop his life from fading away, Galion just waited, knowing that in this state of mind the king would not let him utter a single word without being interrupted at every vowel. He folded his hands in front of him and watched as Thranduil grumbled and filled another cup and Thoronthur seemed ready to throw himself out the window.
It was then that the king began to laugh, laugh so much that his body bent over, tears began to come out of his eyes. Of all the reactions...
- Thranduil? – Galion pushed himself away from the wall, finally looking worried.
- It's a prank! Legolas is doing this on purpose! He'll jump out from behind one of those trees any moment, just like he used to do when he was a kid, and shout, "Aha! I scared you, didn't I, Ada?"
The messenger, forgotten in the corner, clutched the set of letters in his hands. He should deliver them but...but...but...Who was he to interrupt the king's theoretical reveries? Besides, he was very interested in watching his majesty's hand gesturing up, down, from one side to the other repeatedly and without spilling a single drop of wine from the glass, which he had not yet released.
- A joke together with the future deceased Elrond and the future corpse Gandalf – Thranduil smiled, happy and completely satisfied with the conclusion he had reached, not seeming to realize, at least not completely, the choice of words used. The wine in the glass swayed dangerously – But I will have the last laugh, Galion. Legolas is also a father! One day the twins will grow up and say "Ada! We are going to Mordor to destroy Sauron's Extra One Ring!" And then he will... Oh, better not, they are my grandchildren. I will be doubly traumatized
- Me too! I'm tired of the traumas that you, Oropher's blood, cause me! - Thoronthur said, with an ugly face - My grandchildren will inherit the healthy part of the family. That is, mine. They will leave the rings to the jewelers, just as it should be!
Galion and the messenger exchanged a look, and the latter jerked his chin toward the letters he held, eager to be rid of them.
It was then that the king quickly put down the wine, but without spilling it, of course, and spread his hands on the table top, pushing his chair back and standing up.
- Where are you going? – Galion took the letters from Auros's unsteady hands, who remained motionless in his corner, imagining that it would be safer that way.
Auros was not a warrior, but he knew that when faced with a predator, being a little mouse, the ideal was to remain still so as not to attract the beast's attention. And the beast in question was almost 1.90 meters tall, with long blond hair and a maniacal glint in his eyes. Yes, Auros would remain as still as a statue so that later he would not have to remain as still as a corpse (because he would be one, without a shadow of a doubt). And if he left before the members of the Prince's escort, he would escape Mandos' sight only to pull each of their feet and drag them in front of His Majesty so that they would be little mice too.
"Turn Rivendell into a pile of smoking rocks," he said, a beaming smile still on his face. He stepped out from behind the large wooden table, his robes rustling behind him in a swirl of burgundy and silver.
And the hour that everyone feared had come. The King had finally gone mad. Legolas had achieved what no field of knee-deep blood, what no endless and deadly boring meetings, and no threat of the end of the wine trade could have achieved. He had disorganized his father's very intelligent neurons.
- Your son left letters, Thranduil!
- I have to talk to Evalin. Where is your daughter, Thoronthur? Does she know where her husband went yet?
- Thranduil! Thoronthur! – Galion yelled, making the other two freeze in place and frown at him. Auros admired the profound courage of his new hero, or, well, profound stupidity – Legolas is not a child who does not know what he is getting into. And you know that. But you are boring and grumpy old men who need to grumble. My Little Leaf is doing this for us, for the kingdom and especially for their wife and children, who happen to be grandchildren of both of you.
Auros was shivering. He was seeing firsthand the royal steward face off against the Elven King and his chief advisor. As far as he knew, Galion was part of the family, had been by Thranduil's side since long before he took the throne and had helped raise Legolas and Lindus after Queen Melinda's murder. So he hoped that his punishment for... well, for that, wouldn't be any greater.
The Elven King looked deeply at his steward. Serious. Resolute. Impassive. Auros closed his eyes, not wanting to see the destruction that would come next. But what he didn't expect...
- Oh, shut up Galion – The king threw himself back in his chair, rubbing his forehead. The corner of his mouth trembled as if he were trying to hide a smile – I know my son's merits! There is no one here prouder than me. Now let me suffer! I am in my place as a father!
Thoronthur sighed and looked at Thranduil, but his eyes were shining.
- You have created a formidable elf, Thranduil.
- If anything, Legolas created himself to be formidable – Thranduil smiled - He only required my help
Auros began to take small steps backwards, taking advantage of the newly acquired distraction of paternal pride.
- You – Thranduil took the letters from Galion's hands and Auros stopped suddenly, almost falling forward in surprise. The Elven King looked at him as if he were an idiot who was wasting his time or an annoying little mosquito, having completely forgotten about the messenger's presence until then – Send for the princess, let's read what my son has to say in these letters
Please comment ️ I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing
Lindus: younger brother
Evalin: wife
Aerin and Arsene: twin children
Ada – father