Title: Child of the Forest
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Lord of the Ring Characters that have been used in this fanfic.
Summary: Legolas goes to live in Rivendell for six years, away from his abusive father.
Note: This is not AU but I DID HAVE TO CHANGE THINGS TO FIT MY STORY! So don't flame me about it.
Also, sorry I took so long to update. I wanted to take my time so as not to just write something fast
and terrible! So, bear with me!
* * * Enjoy * * *
CHAPTER FOUR
RIVENDELL
A pale morning light shone through the small window in the Palace Kitchen where Prince Estel devoured his breakfast,
paying no mind to the earlyness of the morning.
He took another bite out of his chunk of bread, which was thoroughly covered with jam, and chewed thoughtfully.
" Sira, do you like it here in the palace?" he asked the plump cook who had made his breakfast.
" Why, yes I should think so."
The young prince reached for his mug of juice, taking in mouthfuls of the berry sweet substance and swallowed
before asking "Your not lonely are you? Cause everyone else is full elf? "
She stopped stirring and turned to look at him oddly, wondering what he was getting at.
" No I am not lonely. I like it here very much. Very much indeed."
He looked at her, an unreadable expression played on his face.
"I don't think I like it here very much."
" You don't? Well, why ever not?" Estel pushed away the rest of the food, sighing. " Cause it's so boring. There's
nothing to do."
She went back to stirring. The young prince always complained about being bored, and it was nothing new. "Yes.
Well I should think with everything your father buys you, you should be occupied for months on end" He shook his
head.
" It's booooring " He said with another sigh.
Sira good naturally rolled her eyes and went to clear the table. "Go on outside little prince, perhaps you shall find
something to do out there. "
Tiring of what little entertainment the kitchen had to offer, he went. He trotted a little ways, among the trees and
brush, before he decided to follow the dirt road.
'So what if I'm part human.' he thought to himself ' everyone likes me. I belong here.'
No matter how many times he repeated the mantra to himself, he could never get the sad thought out of his head.
The fact was that although he was the Prince of the elves of Rivendell, he was not fully of elven blood, and that
was something that bothered him very much.
He didn't feel like he fit in. The only other person here who was part human was Sira, and Sira didn't like to play.
Sira liked to cook, and that's what she did all day long.
He was jerked out of his thoughts as two elves rushed past him, but not before bumping into to him rather harshly,
not even stopping to apologizing.
Estel turned, recognizing the elves as the Hearthen brother's.
"Wait! What's going on? " he called out to them.
The older, arrogant looking one ignored him and kept going, but the one he knew as being kinder actually turned to
him and quickly said "A rider just came from the outside with a younger injured elf! "
" Bailel come on!" Habic said, looking sharply at his younger brother. The two of them left quickly. Estel, 'blessed'
with an inquisitive nature, followed them.
He was more than surprised at the sight that greeted him. It was indeed an outsider elf who slid down the
tan colored horse.
" Someone, summon the King!" He shouted.
In his arms, he gently held a small form wrapped in a rough wool blanket and unconscious by the look of it. Estel
caught a flash of gold before the rider rushed passed him.
The king came quickly, though he was not alone.
The healer of the house walked nervously beside him.
"What is this? Who are you and what has happened?" Estel's father asked.
The rider hesitated ' I can not tell him what aspired here, it would put the prince in danger' he thought to himself
before answering.
" I am Laben, your Majesty. We. . . we were traveling to Rivendell when we came upon a group of bandits. They took
the boy. I managed to rescue him. We barely escaped with our lives, but the damage was done."
Luckily bandits were known for their tendency to enjoy 'playing' with their captives, like a cat does with a mouse, so
this story would pass unquestioned.
The king nodded and motioned for the rider to follow him inside.
" Father, what happened? Who are these people?" Estel ran along side his father, trying to get his attention.
" Not now Estel," with that the King of Rivendell, the healer and the rider carrying the wounded child
entered the room, closing and bolting the door behind them.
Estel was left standing in the hallway, curiosity unsettled.
* * * * *
INSIDE THE BOLTED ROOM. . .
The Lord of Rivendell paced back and forth, less than patient. He stopped for a moment to watch the Healer
clean the bloody welts on the boy's back and thighs before turning to the Rider.
" You say the King of Mirkwood has sent his only son to stay here, in Rivendell. . . why is that, I ask you? "
The Servant from Mirkwood looked nervously at the king before answering
" The woods of our homeland are no longer safe, my Lord. Our enemies have slipped past our scouts many times
and the King fears an attack on the Royal family. Rivendell is well hidden and by far the safest of places. The king of
Mirkwood bids you to keep his son safe, until he deems it safe for his return. "
Lord Elrond did not answer immediately.
" I think it wise, that we tell no one that the prince is here. If those wishing to bring
harm to him found out he was here, it would bring much unwanted trouble. The knowledge of his whereabouts as
well as his Identity, must not pass beyond this room. "
The Healer looked up and nodded, as did Laben. The healer finished up, handing the king a pouch filled with herbs
and instructing him to give the boy a quarter spoon's worth every three hours, before leaving the room. Pocketing
the brown pouch, Elrond approached the side of the bed, leaning over to inspect the frail elf.
The child whimpered, caught between sleep and consciousness. His cousin Thrandiul, had never brought his son to
visit Rivendell, therefore the boy was unfamiliar to Elrond.
He was indeed a beautiful child. Fair hair splayed out, long and soft against the pillow. Elrond reached out and
tenderly brushed away a stray lock of golden hair. The young elf stirred and his eyes slowly open and settled on
Elrond.
Suddenly, sea blue eyes, once calm, flashed with fear and confusion. He attempted to draw away from the King.
"Shh shhh. It's all right; No one in this room will hurt you, little one."
Lord Elrond attempted to calm the frantic boy. He was successful. The child elf relaxed, eyes clouding over with
exhaustion.
" What is your name ?"
" Legolas Greenleaf" he whispered
" Well, Legolas, I suggest you get some rest, all will be well when you next awaken. "
Legolas needn't be told again. His long eyelashes fluttered closed and sleep overwhelmed him.
The next time Legolas awoke, he found a familiar face looking down upon him.
" Laben! Are. . . are we in Rivendell?"
The Rider shifted uncomfurtably in his seat.
" My Prince, you must listen to me and listen closely. We are indeed in Rivendell. Do you remember when you first
awoke, the Old elf with which you spoke with? "
Legolas nodded, so Laben continued.
" He, my Prince, was The King of Rivendell, your father's only cousin. Now, you must head my word, that the Lord of
Rivendell must know nothing of what. . . of what has occurred in Mirkwood. He knows only that on our way here, we
were attacked by a group of bandits. . . nothing more, and he must never know anything more than that-"
" Why?" Legolas interrupted " I do not wish to lie! And too a King-"
" If you do tell Lord Elrond any of this, you will be putting your life, my life, AND the future of your
Kingdom at risk. Do you understand this? "
Reluctantly, Legolas nodded.
" Good, though, I am afraid that I will have to leave you now and head back to Mirkwood-"
" No! Please, don't go, I. . . I know no one here. . . "
Laben put a comforting hand on the child's shoulder, remembering that he was just that, a child. A large
and heavy burden had just been laid upon his small shoulders.
" I wish I could stay here with you, but your father expects me back. I have been here for three days already."
' Three days! Have I been asleep that long?!' Legolas thought
" Do not worry, for the people of Rivendell are kind, and you shall find yourself happy here. The King will watch over
you. Farewell, I say to you now. Take care, and do not forget my warning to you. "
With that, the servant elf left the room and left Rivendell for Mirkwood. The Prince was terrified of being left alone, in an
unfamiliar, foreign land.
Gathering his courage, Legolas wiped away a stray tear, before rising to meet his fate.
* * * More to come. . . If your Review! * * *
Authors note: Thanks to all those of you who gave me feedback! It just keeps me going. Oh, and don't worry, for
those of you who wanted Elrond to find out what had been happening to Legolas. . . it may yet
happen! Remember, keep those reviews comming!
Rivenelf
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Lord of the Ring Characters that have been used in this fanfic.
Summary: Legolas goes to live in Rivendell for six years, away from his abusive father.
Note: This is not AU but I DID HAVE TO CHANGE THINGS TO FIT MY STORY! So don't flame me about it.
Also, sorry I took so long to update. I wanted to take my time so as not to just write something fast
and terrible! So, bear with me!
* * * Enjoy * * *
CHAPTER FOUR
RIVENDELL
A pale morning light shone through the small window in the Palace Kitchen where Prince Estel devoured his breakfast,
paying no mind to the earlyness of the morning.
He took another bite out of his chunk of bread, which was thoroughly covered with jam, and chewed thoughtfully.
" Sira, do you like it here in the palace?" he asked the plump cook who had made his breakfast.
" Why, yes I should think so."
The young prince reached for his mug of juice, taking in mouthfuls of the berry sweet substance and swallowed
before asking "Your not lonely are you? Cause everyone else is full elf? "
She stopped stirring and turned to look at him oddly, wondering what he was getting at.
" No I am not lonely. I like it here very much. Very much indeed."
He looked at her, an unreadable expression played on his face.
"I don't think I like it here very much."
" You don't? Well, why ever not?" Estel pushed away the rest of the food, sighing. " Cause it's so boring. There's
nothing to do."
She went back to stirring. The young prince always complained about being bored, and it was nothing new. "Yes.
Well I should think with everything your father buys you, you should be occupied for months on end" He shook his
head.
" It's booooring " He said with another sigh.
Sira good naturally rolled her eyes and went to clear the table. "Go on outside little prince, perhaps you shall find
something to do out there. "
Tiring of what little entertainment the kitchen had to offer, he went. He trotted a little ways, among the trees and
brush, before he decided to follow the dirt road.
'So what if I'm part human.' he thought to himself ' everyone likes me. I belong here.'
No matter how many times he repeated the mantra to himself, he could never get the sad thought out of his head.
The fact was that although he was the Prince of the elves of Rivendell, he was not fully of elven blood, and that
was something that bothered him very much.
He didn't feel like he fit in. The only other person here who was part human was Sira, and Sira didn't like to play.
Sira liked to cook, and that's what she did all day long.
He was jerked out of his thoughts as two elves rushed past him, but not before bumping into to him rather harshly,
not even stopping to apologizing.
Estel turned, recognizing the elves as the Hearthen brother's.
"Wait! What's going on? " he called out to them.
The older, arrogant looking one ignored him and kept going, but the one he knew as being kinder actually turned to
him and quickly said "A rider just came from the outside with a younger injured elf! "
" Bailel come on!" Habic said, looking sharply at his younger brother. The two of them left quickly. Estel, 'blessed'
with an inquisitive nature, followed them.
He was more than surprised at the sight that greeted him. It was indeed an outsider elf who slid down the
tan colored horse.
" Someone, summon the King!" He shouted.
In his arms, he gently held a small form wrapped in a rough wool blanket and unconscious by the look of it. Estel
caught a flash of gold before the rider rushed passed him.
The king came quickly, though he was not alone.
The healer of the house walked nervously beside him.
"What is this? Who are you and what has happened?" Estel's father asked.
The rider hesitated ' I can not tell him what aspired here, it would put the prince in danger' he thought to himself
before answering.
" I am Laben, your Majesty. We. . . we were traveling to Rivendell when we came upon a group of bandits. They took
the boy. I managed to rescue him. We barely escaped with our lives, but the damage was done."
Luckily bandits were known for their tendency to enjoy 'playing' with their captives, like a cat does with a mouse, so
this story would pass unquestioned.
The king nodded and motioned for the rider to follow him inside.
" Father, what happened? Who are these people?" Estel ran along side his father, trying to get his attention.
" Not now Estel," with that the King of Rivendell, the healer and the rider carrying the wounded child
entered the room, closing and bolting the door behind them.
Estel was left standing in the hallway, curiosity unsettled.
* * * * *
INSIDE THE BOLTED ROOM. . .
The Lord of Rivendell paced back and forth, less than patient. He stopped for a moment to watch the Healer
clean the bloody welts on the boy's back and thighs before turning to the Rider.
" You say the King of Mirkwood has sent his only son to stay here, in Rivendell. . . why is that, I ask you? "
The Servant from Mirkwood looked nervously at the king before answering
" The woods of our homeland are no longer safe, my Lord. Our enemies have slipped past our scouts many times
and the King fears an attack on the Royal family. Rivendell is well hidden and by far the safest of places. The king of
Mirkwood bids you to keep his son safe, until he deems it safe for his return. "
Lord Elrond did not answer immediately.
" I think it wise, that we tell no one that the prince is here. If those wishing to bring
harm to him found out he was here, it would bring much unwanted trouble. The knowledge of his whereabouts as
well as his Identity, must not pass beyond this room. "
The Healer looked up and nodded, as did Laben. The healer finished up, handing the king a pouch filled with herbs
and instructing him to give the boy a quarter spoon's worth every three hours, before leaving the room. Pocketing
the brown pouch, Elrond approached the side of the bed, leaning over to inspect the frail elf.
The child whimpered, caught between sleep and consciousness. His cousin Thrandiul, had never brought his son to
visit Rivendell, therefore the boy was unfamiliar to Elrond.
He was indeed a beautiful child. Fair hair splayed out, long and soft against the pillow. Elrond reached out and
tenderly brushed away a stray lock of golden hair. The young elf stirred and his eyes slowly open and settled on
Elrond.
Suddenly, sea blue eyes, once calm, flashed with fear and confusion. He attempted to draw away from the King.
"Shh shhh. It's all right; No one in this room will hurt you, little one."
Lord Elrond attempted to calm the frantic boy. He was successful. The child elf relaxed, eyes clouding over with
exhaustion.
" What is your name ?"
" Legolas Greenleaf" he whispered
" Well, Legolas, I suggest you get some rest, all will be well when you next awaken. "
Legolas needn't be told again. His long eyelashes fluttered closed and sleep overwhelmed him.
The next time Legolas awoke, he found a familiar face looking down upon him.
" Laben! Are. . . are we in Rivendell?"
The Rider shifted uncomfurtably in his seat.
" My Prince, you must listen to me and listen closely. We are indeed in Rivendell. Do you remember when you first
awoke, the Old elf with which you spoke with? "
Legolas nodded, so Laben continued.
" He, my Prince, was The King of Rivendell, your father's only cousin. Now, you must head my word, that the Lord of
Rivendell must know nothing of what. . . of what has occurred in Mirkwood. He knows only that on our way here, we
were attacked by a group of bandits. . . nothing more, and he must never know anything more than that-"
" Why?" Legolas interrupted " I do not wish to lie! And too a King-"
" If you do tell Lord Elrond any of this, you will be putting your life, my life, AND the future of your
Kingdom at risk. Do you understand this? "
Reluctantly, Legolas nodded.
" Good, though, I am afraid that I will have to leave you now and head back to Mirkwood-"
" No! Please, don't go, I. . . I know no one here. . . "
Laben put a comforting hand on the child's shoulder, remembering that he was just that, a child. A large
and heavy burden had just been laid upon his small shoulders.
" I wish I could stay here with you, but your father expects me back. I have been here for three days already."
' Three days! Have I been asleep that long?!' Legolas thought
" Do not worry, for the people of Rivendell are kind, and you shall find yourself happy here. The King will watch over
you. Farewell, I say to you now. Take care, and do not forget my warning to you. "
With that, the servant elf left the room and left Rivendell for Mirkwood. The Prince was terrified of being left alone, in an
unfamiliar, foreign land.
Gathering his courage, Legolas wiped away a stray tear, before rising to meet his fate.
* * * More to come. . . If your Review! * * *
Authors note: Thanks to all those of you who gave me feedback! It just keeps me going. Oh, and don't worry, for
those of you who wanted Elrond to find out what had been happening to Legolas. . . it may yet
happen! Remember, keep those reviews comming!
Rivenelf