Tolkien Fan Fiction
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Warning: Mention of character death, OOC for incase, and tissues are probably needed. Note: Legolas – Greenleaf (his elvish name) is only a baby. A short vignette. |
| 3. Later that night, Galdor knocked at his lord’s room, waiting for the answer to let himself in. “My lord, may I speak with you?” Galdor asked. He scanned his king, noticing how skinny and pale he was; it seemed that he had not eaten at all. “What do you want?” Thranduil asked without looking at him. “What do I want? You need to be with your son, to speak to him. Let him know about his father...you should not forget your son, Your Highness...he is your son.” Thranduil’s eyes shifted to his guard. He nodded quietly, and spoke with trembling voice, “You are right, it seemed that I forgot about him…forgot about…about…” Thranduil seemed to have forgotten even the name of his son. “About Greenleaf! Your son’s name is Greenleaf, Your Highness!” Galdor reminded him, glaring at his king. “Yes, you are right, but I cannot see him yet...My heart is missing my wife; I feel the need to be with her most of all…” Galdor cut him off, not believing his ears. “My King, with all the honor due to you, I think that you shouldcarry on with your life, not fall completely into grief. I think that you should be with your son. He is your flesh and and your wife’s blood. You need to let him know you. Speak with him, my king, just speak with him…” “I will think on it. Now, if you have duties to do, do them, and leave me alone.” Thranduil ordered his guard. Galdor nodded and left the room, with hope that his King had listened to his words, and not let the grief pull him completely into shade and shadow. Thranduil let his mind run free, as he tried to remember his wife’s voice. He wanted it to never end, for he loved his wife deeply, and it hurt terribly in his aching heart. Thranduil watched his wife, her face full of pain, her hands moving over her large stomach as she tried to stop the pain, but it seemed to Thranduil to be without success. “Healer! Call the healer at once!” Thranduil ordered, his eyes never leaving his wife, as he embraced her with much love. Thranduil waited and waited as he still held his wife in his arms, and kissed her tenderly. “WHERE IS THE HEALER? MY WIFE IS IN PAIN!” Thranduil shouted in fear. Finally the healer arrived to Thranduil’s relief, as he whispered to his wife, “Everything will be alright now…” and kissed her. The Queen, Süitruîn, looked over her husband, and made him promise, “Promise me that whatever happens, you will take care of our son. Promise me that you will be there for our son when he needs you. Although you have duties as a king, you must know that you have other duties as a father now. Promise me that.” Thranduil looked at her, tears streaming down, though he did not care, and answered, “I promise...I know I will see you with our son...I give you my promise as father, husband and a king...” The healer looked at them, weeping the tears that sprang to his eyes. But he was curious about something. He turned to his Queen and asked, “Forgive me, My Queen, but how do you know the gender of your child?” “Galadriel, the Lady of Light, told me once as I looked inside her mirror, and I was told that my son will bring goodness into Middle-Earth.” Thranduil covered his face in his hands, as the tears fell, for he knew now that he had broken the promise that he made to his wife...before the healer had helped her inside the room, never to come out to him again. End of Chapter 3. |
Again I want to thank to - Niroveka for beta-work |