My Little Greenleaf ~ Little Legolas - Chapter 39: Chapter 39
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Voices faded in and out as Legolas lay on the ground. He was vaguely aware of shouting and yelling, but it all seemed so far away. He felt several sensations such as pain, confusion, and fear, but they too drifted in and out as if they were just an illusion or a dream.
Legolas struggled within himself to open his eyes. His body was so tired and he felt like it was telling him to give up. But his Ada had come! And he knew he couldn't give up now. He wanted to go home. He wanted to be held by his Ada. He wanted to become a big elf. He wanted to live.
Summoning some unknown courage and determination, Legolas pushed away the black hole that threatened to engulf him and was brought back to consciousness.
Right away, those distant noises became apparent and right in front of him. Still lying on the ground, he opened his eyes to his surroundings.
It was a whirl of weapons and bodies and movement that even Legolas with his elven eyes had trouble distinguishing what was going on. He caught a glimpse of golden hair in the pale light and managed to cry out.
"Ada!" it sounded strangled and dry, his throat burning painfully. He tried to yell out again, but his voice wouldn't allow it. Instead, a choked sound came out and Legolas rubbed his neck gingerly, trying to soothe the burning sensation.
"Odulen an edraith angin, Legolas!" Thranduil encouraged Legolas. (I'm here to save you) "Hold on!"
Thranduil expertly fought both men without much trouble. There were many elves gathered behind him, watching, but Thranduil had ordered that they stay back. He wanted to fight the men themselves and make them pay for what they had done. The men were clumsy and slow, no match for the elven king.
He knocked one to the ground before slicing his blade across the chest of the other. A strangled and gurgled noise left the man's lips as he sank to the ground.
Knowing the man was as good as dead, Thranduil spun around to the other man who was still on the ground and flicked his sword beneath the man's neck. Slowly, the man raised up his hands in surrender, his eyes and face full of fear.
Legolas watched as Thranduil sliced that man's neck, effectively killing him as well. In a few seconds, the man stopped struggling and went limp. Then, Thranduil turned to Legolas. His whole face betrayed his inner being.
Pain. Enormous pain. Legolas could see it was threatening to overwhelm Thranduil. But the king managed to bottled it down once more and focus on his son.
He rushed over to Legolas, dropping his sword in the process. The other elves quickly secured the perimeter before standing a respectful distance away from the king and prince.
Kneeling beside Legolas, Thranduil gently brushed a strand of dirty blond hair from the elfling's forehead, almost as if he was afraid to hurt Legolas further.
But Legolas couldn't hold it in any longer. He reached up his arms and threw himself into Thranduil's large frame, gasping and sobbing all the while. At that moment, he didn't even feel the pain from everything he had been through. All he felt was relief.
Thranduil snapped out of his own trance and pulled Legolas tightly against him, soothing the sobbing elfling as best he could. The guilt he felt at what had happened was horrible and he didn't fight it anymore. He deserved it. Everything that had happened to Legolas had been because of him. Because of him, Legolas had gone through an imaginable amount of pain and terror.
After Legolas' sobs slowled a bit, he managed some words. "Y-You...c-came for m-me," he hiccuped.
"Shh, of course I did, Legolas," Thranduil said soothingly, "I love you more than you could ever know, ion nin."
Legolas nodded against Thranduil's chest.
"Legolas, I am so sorry for everything. I should have been there. I should have protected you. I should have-"
"No, Ada!" Legolas interrupted. He realized the guilt that Thranduil was feeling and shook his head. "None of this is your fault. It's those men's fault. They did this. But you saved me!"
Thranduil didn't say anything, considering Legolas' words. They did help to ease some of the pain, but he wasn't sure he wanted that. Thranduil truly felt he deserved to be in pain. And he was.
"Ada, are all the men..." Legolas hesitated.
"Yes, little one. They are dead. We found the camp first," the king said quietly. Pictures of the camp flashed back to his mind.
"Where is my son?!" He bellowed before the men who were on their knees. The camp had been easily taken and now the men were all before him, elven warriors keeping them in place.
"You'll never get him back now," laughed one of the men. Thranduil resisted the urge to have that man killed instantly and had him brought up front.
Leaning down into the man's face, Thranduil said lowly, "If you don't tell me where my son is, I will make you suffer."
Of course, the man had refused to tell him anything so they had had to take drastic measures. But in the end, they had told him everything. Because of that, Thranduil and his men had been able to rescue Legolas much quicker.
"Thank you, Adar," Legolas whispered, hugging tighter if it was possible.
Thranduil didn't say anything, but he also pulled Legolas tighter against him.
Legolas flinched slightly, but Thranduil noticed it. He carefully pulled away from Legolas to look him in the eyes.
"Where are you hurt?" the father asked his son seriously, and perhaps a little bit strictly.
Legolas looked down, not answering. "N-No where."
Thranduil softened a tad. "It's okay, ion nin. Please tell me. I want to help you." He tried to keep the begging out his voice.
"I don't...want you to see," Legolas said even quieter. He was embarrassed from the humiliation he had endured and didn't want to be shamed further. Legolas wasn't afraid of his father, but he was afraid of what his father would think.
"Legolas," Thranduil sighed. "Lay down." he commanded, careful to keep his voice light and soothing.
Trembling slightly, Legolas glanced behind Thranduil at the elves who stood at attention.
Without turning around, Thranduil ordered, "Give us a moment. Ego." (be gone)
Right away, the elves turned away and took several strides away from Legolas and Thranduil, keeping their backs facing the two elves. Satisfied, Legolas gingerly laid down on his back.
"I will be very gentle," Thranduil promised, watching Legolas' eyes for signs of fear, "I promise."
Carefully, Thranduil pulled the waistband of Legolas' leggings down on one side at the instruction of Legolas. But what he saw made him gasp. He covered his mouth to keep the bile from coming up at the sight. Legolas had been branded!
Thranduil put the waistband of the elfling's leggings back up and lifted Legolas up into his arms. "It will be alright now, Legolas. I'm am going to take you home, okay?"
Legolas nodded and hugged his slim arms around Thranduil's neck.
"But, my Lord, I thought we were going back to Lothlorien?" One of the elven warriors spoke up.
"Not now. My son needs to be home. Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn will understand."
"Yes, Sir."
Back at the Woodland Realm, Thranduil laid Legolas down on his soft sheets as a healer came in behind them. The trip back to their home had been swift, all them elves making haste for Legolas. It was clear that he needed to be home.
Legolas looked up at his ada fearfully when the healer asked him to show where he was hurt the worst. The elfling was still embarrassed by his brand and didn't want anyone to see.
"Legolas, she is only here to help," Thranduil said patiently.
Slowly, Legolas showed the healer the brand. She kept a calm demeaner, even though inside she was quite horrified. Gently, she washed the burned skin and applied some soothing salve. That eased Legolas' pain somewhat as the healer moved to his damaged stomach.
Once she had finished, Legolas was tucked under the covers and all snuggled in with his ada at his side. Thranduil stayed there, on the edge of the bed, watching Legolas rest.
But at one point, Legolas stirred and drew his gaze to Thranduil. "Ada?" he called out, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm right here, ion nin. What do you need?"
"Can you snuggle with me? An ngell nîn?" (Please) Legolas requested innocently. His voice was so light and hopeful that Thranduil gave in right away. He shed his heavy outer robe and slipped beneath the blankets beside Legolas.
The little prince curled up against Thranduil and whispered, "Le melin, Ada." (I love you)
"Le melin, henig." (I love you, my child)
Legolas started to close his eyes, when Thranduil said something else.
"And Legolas?"
"Yes?"
"Don't ever forget that."
"I won't, Daddy. I promise."
Legolas struggled within himself to open his eyes. His body was so tired and he felt like it was telling him to give up. But his Ada had come! And he knew he couldn't give up now. He wanted to go home. He wanted to be held by his Ada. He wanted to become a big elf. He wanted to live.
Summoning some unknown courage and determination, Legolas pushed away the black hole that threatened to engulf him and was brought back to consciousness.
Right away, those distant noises became apparent and right in front of him. Still lying on the ground, he opened his eyes to his surroundings.
It was a whirl of weapons and bodies and movement that even Legolas with his elven eyes had trouble distinguishing what was going on. He caught a glimpse of golden hair in the pale light and managed to cry out.
"Ada!" it sounded strangled and dry, his throat burning painfully. He tried to yell out again, but his voice wouldn't allow it. Instead, a choked sound came out and Legolas rubbed his neck gingerly, trying to soothe the burning sensation.
"Odulen an edraith angin, Legolas!" Thranduil encouraged Legolas. (I'm here to save you) "Hold on!"
Thranduil expertly fought both men without much trouble. There were many elves gathered behind him, watching, but Thranduil had ordered that they stay back. He wanted to fight the men themselves and make them pay for what they had done. The men were clumsy and slow, no match for the elven king.
He knocked one to the ground before slicing his blade across the chest of the other. A strangled and gurgled noise left the man's lips as he sank to the ground.
Knowing the man was as good as dead, Thranduil spun around to the other man who was still on the ground and flicked his sword beneath the man's neck. Slowly, the man raised up his hands in surrender, his eyes and face full of fear.
Legolas watched as Thranduil sliced that man's neck, effectively killing him as well. In a few seconds, the man stopped struggling and went limp. Then, Thranduil turned to Legolas. His whole face betrayed his inner being.
Pain. Enormous pain. Legolas could see it was threatening to overwhelm Thranduil. But the king managed to bottled it down once more and focus on his son.
He rushed over to Legolas, dropping his sword in the process. The other elves quickly secured the perimeter before standing a respectful distance away from the king and prince.
Kneeling beside Legolas, Thranduil gently brushed a strand of dirty blond hair from the elfling's forehead, almost as if he was afraid to hurt Legolas further.
But Legolas couldn't hold it in any longer. He reached up his arms and threw himself into Thranduil's large frame, gasping and sobbing all the while. At that moment, he didn't even feel the pain from everything he had been through. All he felt was relief.
Thranduil snapped out of his own trance and pulled Legolas tightly against him, soothing the sobbing elfling as best he could. The guilt he felt at what had happened was horrible and he didn't fight it anymore. He deserved it. Everything that had happened to Legolas had been because of him. Because of him, Legolas had gone through an imaginable amount of pain and terror.
After Legolas' sobs slowled a bit, he managed some words. "Y-You...c-came for m-me," he hiccuped.
"Shh, of course I did, Legolas," Thranduil said soothingly, "I love you more than you could ever know, ion nin."
Legolas nodded against Thranduil's chest.
"Legolas, I am so sorry for everything. I should have been there. I should have protected you. I should have-"
"No, Ada!" Legolas interrupted. He realized the guilt that Thranduil was feeling and shook his head. "None of this is your fault. It's those men's fault. They did this. But you saved me!"
Thranduil didn't say anything, considering Legolas' words. They did help to ease some of the pain, but he wasn't sure he wanted that. Thranduil truly felt he deserved to be in pain. And he was.
"Ada, are all the men..." Legolas hesitated.
"Yes, little one. They are dead. We found the camp first," the king said quietly. Pictures of the camp flashed back to his mind.
"Where is my son?!" He bellowed before the men who were on their knees. The camp had been easily taken and now the men were all before him, elven warriors keeping them in place.
"You'll never get him back now," laughed one of the men. Thranduil resisted the urge to have that man killed instantly and had him brought up front.
Leaning down into the man's face, Thranduil said lowly, "If you don't tell me where my son is, I will make you suffer."
Of course, the man had refused to tell him anything so they had had to take drastic measures. But in the end, they had told him everything. Because of that, Thranduil and his men had been able to rescue Legolas much quicker.
"Thank you, Adar," Legolas whispered, hugging tighter if it was possible.
Thranduil didn't say anything, but he also pulled Legolas tighter against him.
Legolas flinched slightly, but Thranduil noticed it. He carefully pulled away from Legolas to look him in the eyes.
"Where are you hurt?" the father asked his son seriously, and perhaps a little bit strictly.
Legolas looked down, not answering. "N-No where."
Thranduil softened a tad. "It's okay, ion nin. Please tell me. I want to help you." He tried to keep the begging out his voice.
"I don't...want you to see," Legolas said even quieter. He was embarrassed from the humiliation he had endured and didn't want to be shamed further. Legolas wasn't afraid of his father, but he was afraid of what his father would think.
"Legolas," Thranduil sighed. "Lay down." he commanded, careful to keep his voice light and soothing.
Trembling slightly, Legolas glanced behind Thranduil at the elves who stood at attention.
Without turning around, Thranduil ordered, "Give us a moment. Ego." (be gone)
Right away, the elves turned away and took several strides away from Legolas and Thranduil, keeping their backs facing the two elves. Satisfied, Legolas gingerly laid down on his back.
"I will be very gentle," Thranduil promised, watching Legolas' eyes for signs of fear, "I promise."
Carefully, Thranduil pulled the waistband of Legolas' leggings down on one side at the instruction of Legolas. But what he saw made him gasp. He covered his mouth to keep the bile from coming up at the sight. Legolas had been branded!
Thranduil put the waistband of the elfling's leggings back up and lifted Legolas up into his arms. "It will be alright now, Legolas. I'm am going to take you home, okay?"
Legolas nodded and hugged his slim arms around Thranduil's neck.
"But, my Lord, I thought we were going back to Lothlorien?" One of the elven warriors spoke up.
"Not now. My son needs to be home. Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn will understand."
"Yes, Sir."
Back at the Woodland Realm, Thranduil laid Legolas down on his soft sheets as a healer came in behind them. The trip back to their home had been swift, all them elves making haste for Legolas. It was clear that he needed to be home.
Legolas looked up at his ada fearfully when the healer asked him to show where he was hurt the worst. The elfling was still embarrassed by his brand and didn't want anyone to see.
"Legolas, she is only here to help," Thranduil said patiently.
Slowly, Legolas showed the healer the brand. She kept a calm demeaner, even though inside she was quite horrified. Gently, she washed the burned skin and applied some soothing salve. That eased Legolas' pain somewhat as the healer moved to his damaged stomach.
Once she had finished, Legolas was tucked under the covers and all snuggled in with his ada at his side. Thranduil stayed there, on the edge of the bed, watching Legolas rest.
But at one point, Legolas stirred and drew his gaze to Thranduil. "Ada?" he called out, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm right here, ion nin. What do you need?"
"Can you snuggle with me? An ngell nîn?" (Please) Legolas requested innocently. His voice was so light and hopeful that Thranduil gave in right away. He shed his heavy outer robe and slipped beneath the blankets beside Legolas.
The little prince curled up against Thranduil and whispered, "Le melin, Ada." (I love you)
"Le melin, henig." (I love you, my child)
Legolas started to close his eyes, when Thranduil said something else.
"And Legolas?"
"Yes?"
"Don't ever forget that."
"I won't, Daddy. I promise."
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