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Title: Sapphire Eyes
Author: DarkDreamer
Contact: DarkDreamer@wi.rr.com
Pairing: Legolas/? Thranduil/OMC, Elrond /Glorfindel,
Erestor/OMC & others.
Rating: R/NC17
Warning: AU, Angst, N/C, Slash
and Violence…
Disclaimer: Don’t own the lovely elves. I make no money off this
Summery: Acceptance, change and a little thing called life.
Ch 1.
Thranduil ran
thru the corridors of his underground palace. When he arrived at the healing
wing, he flung open the heavy wood door, then gasped as he stumbled backward in
shock at the sight before him. The healers backed away as the King slowly
approached the mangled and burnt form that lay lifeless on the table. Shaking
his head in disbelief he whispered “nay” thru his tears as he tried to cradle
and rock the broken body in his arms. Thranduils chief healer Aldamir slowly
approached “My Lord…we are sorry, she was just to far gone…but please…we must
hurry now for…” Thranduil cut him off as he bolted upright and hissed “Hurry
for what! She is gone!” The healer bowed “For your child my lord, he still
lives within”.
Thranduil
glanced at his lifeless loves belly, taking notice to the large gashes and
winced “How…how could he survive…she is practically unrecognizable”. Aldamir
stepped close “My Lord there are defensive wounds on her arms, she defended
your child to her death, please my lord, we must cut her open and remove your
son…now”. Thranduil reluctantly moved away the growled “Do it”. The healers
surrounded her but before they began Aldamir looked over, “My lord, I should
worn you though, regardless of her attempt, there is a chance that your child
may…” Thranduil glared at the healer “Cut him out, I want our child
regardless”.
The King paced
as they worked and after some time, he heard a sudden ear piercing screaming,
he spun around to see the healers wrap up his son and remove him to the
adjacent room for cleaning. Thranduil winced and rubbed his ears as his sons
wailing filtered thru the door. He slowly approached his loves body and leaned
in to her ear and whispered, “I am sorry, I know I failed you, but I vow to
your memory that I will not fail our son, no matter how he may be from this
attack…. I know you were reluctant about having a child with me, I know I am
not the friendliest of elves, but I swear I will raise our son. I will do my
best”.
Thranduil
backed away and with a heavy sigh looked to the door where they took his son
and winced ‘I can not believe he is still howling’ he thought, then
burst thru the door and bellowed “By the Valar why is he screaming so!” The
healers were passing the newborn from elf to elf but the screaming continued.
Finally one of the elleth healers stomped over to the King and plopped the
prince into his arms “Wait I do not know how to hold…” but trailed off when
suddenly the new prince became silent. Thranduil cautiously gazed down at his
tiny face and grinned. Slowly with one finger, he poked and prodded the mewling
form in his arms and thought ‘He has my ears’. “Well Aldamir, he seems
to be intact,” he cooed as his son took hold of his finger in a vice like grip.
Thranduil beamed “He is strong…strong lungs, strong hands, and strong looks, by
the Valar he will be beautiful, and look at his eyes, such a piercing
sapphire”. The King buried his face upon his son and nuzzled “Aldamir? He seems
alright to me”.
After a few minutes,
the King noticed concerned looks on the healer’s faces as they whispered
amongst themselves. Thranduil narrowed his eyes “What”. The elleth cautiously
walked over to her King “Well, my lord I have helped in the birth of countless
elflings and they all did something that your son does not….” Thranduil
tightened his grip on his son “What…what is he not doing”. Leena cleared her
thought “He is not looking at you my lord…. or anything for that matter, he
just absently gazes”. Thranduil looked down at his son, placed his hand before
him, moved it side to side then quickly to his face ‘no reaction’ he
thought and gave a sigh. The Mirkwood King placed him down on the changing
table “Then am I right in assuming that he is sightless?” Leena nodded “yes my
lord…. but being an elf, he should heal” Thranduil crossed his arms “and it he
does not?” Leena looked to Aldamir nervously. The King glared in his direction
“well?”. Aldamir sighed “My lord, I know it is unheard of for an elf to be
sightless…but the attack…I am just not sure yet.”
Thranduil
closed his eyes and tiredly rubbed his neck. Aldamir went over, picked the
prince up and tried to feed him some nectar water but was met by ear piercing
shrieks. Thranduil covered his ears “Arghh stop him!” Leena immediately plucked
the prince from his arms and forced him on to the King “Hold him like this….
and the bottle like…this”. Thranduil allowed himself to be positioned by the
demanding elleth “I do not understand why he stops screaming in my arms alone”
“My lord, you are his Adar, he can sense it. By his reactions, you seem to be
the only one he trusts, it will be up to you to care for him….” “ I have a
realm to run, I can not just stop everything…” Leena narrowed her eyes “I
said…it will be up to you to care for him my lord…you are his Adar”.
Thranduil
looked at his son, contently drinking while griping a tiny handful of his
father’s hair. The king looked up and smirked “Well he does not seem to mind
you being close…it seems you have been promoted”. Leena blinked “Pr…promoted my
lord?” “Nai, as my sons personal healer, and my assistant in his daily care”.
Leena narrowed her eyes “Your promoting me to be your sons…nanny?” “Nay…my
assistant and personal adviser to his daily care”. The elleth bowed reluctantly
“Yes my lord…as you wish…um…what are…I mean…have you…was there a thought
to…uh…” Thranduil rolled his eyes “Oh for Valars sake...what!” As the King
yelled, the prince let out a loud “eh!”
Thranduil
jostled him some “shh, shh, shh, Ion-nin it is alright” he cooed then glared at
the elleth “Look what you made me do, he almost became upset, now what do you
want to know”. Leena took a step forward “Well for one, you made him
upset by yelling in his ear, and what I was wondering my lord, is have you a
name for him yet”. Thranduil smirked ‘Hmmm…strong, she will be good to have
around’ he thought. “His Naneth had a name in mind…it is only right that I
honor her choice…she had chosen Legolas.” Aldamir walked over and smiled
“Legolas Thranduilion…a beautiful decision my lord.”
A few years
later, Thranduil poured over his paperwork, as his advisers mumbled amongst
themselves focused on there own documents. Suddenly the study door flung open
“My lord?” The king slammed his had down on the desk “Leena! Do you not know
how to knock!” The elleth frowned and
walked over “My lord, prince Legolas is missing again”.
The
Mirkwood king slumped back in his chair and let out a heavy sigh “How can an
elfling, that is sightless, evade every palace guard, perhaps I should have
Nenuial search for him”. Leena squinted “Oh stop complaining about your
guards…your son has slipped your care a few times as well, ever since he
has been able to walk he has been learning the layout of his home, I think he
knows your palace even better then you!” Thranduil slowly stood up behind his
desk and shook his head “Let us not fight again, I just want him found, he is
only an elfling and should not be alone, did you check the kitchens? You know
how he loves Meoens pies.”
The king’s
chief adviser cleared his throat and whispered “Umm…my lord?” Thranduil gave
him a curious glance “What”. Genderel smiled and just pointed. Thranduil looked
and saw Legolas pulling himself up and over the railing, then flopping down on
the balcony. Leena quickly hushed the room. They all watched silently as the
prince stood and cautiously walked forward, arms extended and head tilted
slightly to here before him. Legolas made it half way to Thranduils desk before
he tripped over a stack of books. Remaining on his hands and knees, he resumed
his search for the desk. Thranduil smiled and thought proudly ‘you never give up to you son’.
Legolas
suddenly stopped cold and tilted his head. The young prince stood and turned
facing his father directly “ADA!” Thranduil shook his head and looked to Leena,
“How does he do that, we made no sound”. The kings attention was drawn back to
his son who was now tugging on his robe “Ada…eh!” he squealed, putting his arms
up in the air and scrunching his hands over and over. Thranduil picked up the prince
and was immediately strangled by his son’s arms around his neck. “I will keep
him here for a while Leena, come back after midday”. The elleth bowed “Yes my
lord”.
The king
returned to his desk and quickly moved the letter opener to the far end of the
desk, along with the inkwell and quills, then sat with Legolas on his lap.
After settling, he glanced at the confused looks on his adviser’s faces and
chuckled “I suggest you remove all sharp items…sightless or no…Legolas seems to
find everything sharp or weapon like…and…he spilt my inkwell all over my desk
and himself one time”. The advisers smiled and resumed their work.
Legolas sat
still on his fathers lap…for about 2 seconds…then began to play with his
fathers hair while quietly mumbling his own little tune, “Nai nai nai saes, nay
nay nay saes, nai nai nai saes, daro daro daro daro….” “Legolas!!” The young
prince jumped and let out a loud “eh aada!” as his hand flew straight to his
fathers mouth, covered it, and then gently patted the lips. Thranduil smiled as
Legolas tried to hush him. Slowly, his son’s hand began to move over his face,
ears and hair then back to his mouth. His son’s fingertips stroked his
remaining smile and he was returned a gentle giggle as he tried to nip at his
hand.
The kings chief
adviser smiled at his lords playfulness “My lord, may I ask…” then waited for
his lords leave. Thranduil poked his son over and over causing him to squirm
and giggle “Ada ada ada ada”. The king answered without stopping his assault on
his son “Nai Genderel what” “Why does prince Legolas do that to your face, I
have seen him do it before and was just wondering my lord”. Thranduil glanced
over to his chief adviser slightly taken aback, no one asked questions about
Legolas’s behaviors, most tried to avoid such topics for fear of upsetting him
about his son’s rare condition.
Thranduil
thought back over his sons growing and realized that Genderel never really
avoided the prince. In fact, he remembered seeing Legolas try to push the
adviser out of his way in the hall, yet Genderel stood his ground and
commented, “Ask me politely”. As Thranduil thought on it further he remembered
a few months later, Legolas saying “Saes” and his adviser reply “Of course my
prince” and move. Thranduil shook his mind from his thoughts and cleared his
throat “Oh yes…well, Aldamir thinks he is learning my features.”
Thranduil
picked up one of the documents on his desk and pretended interest in its
contents as he answered “He seems to think that Legolas is also identifying me
by scent and wants to place me in a room with other males. I am to use a
different soap and someone else’s clothing to see if he is able to find me” ‘Why
am I nervous, this makes no sense, I speak with him every day’ he
thought as he slowly looked up from the document to see he adviser smiling “I
would be honored to help if I can my lord”. Thranduil nodded his response then
picked up a quill, signed the document and set it aside ‘warg piss…what did
I just sign’ he groaned to himself then glanced down to his son and noticed
what he had wrought “By the Valar Legolas daro!” and placed his son on the
floor.
The king
hurriedly tried to undo the many knots Legolas tangled into his hair. Genderel
stood and rounded the table “My lord, saes, let me help you”. The other advisers
stood and bowed “My lord may we break for midday meal?” Thranduil growled and
waved his had “Go, I see no work will get done…take the rest of the day”. After
they left, Genderel reached out to help but drew back quickly as his hands were
swatted away and Thranduil resumed his attempt to dislodge the knots. “My lord
saes, you are just making it worse” The king put his face in his hands and
groaned, leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh “fine…proceed”
Genderel began
to undo the knots with his nimble fingers, praying to the Valar that he didn’t
tug on the king’s hair, or worse, brush up agents the tip of his ear. After a
few minutes, Genderel noticed his lord stirring. ‘Is he nerves? Why would
he be…he’s blushing! Urgh…say something…say something’ he thought, then
blurted out “Well our prince really got your hair good!” Genderel closed his
eyes and cringed ‘Oh Udun! Could I have sounded anymore mindless…urgh!’
he thought and continued to free his lord hair.
Thranduil
closed his eyes and thought ‘I cant believe I am letting him do this…why am
I letting him so this! Got my hair good ay? HA! You should have seen it when
Legolas got honey in it!’
Thranduil slowly began to relax and enjoy the attention, thinking on the
fact that he was rather lonely and sighed, “Mmm Genderel, you always smell so
good” ‘AH! Did I just say that out loud?’ The king slowly sat straight,
glanced up and was met by a shy smile “Hannon le my lord, what a beautiful
complement”. Thranduil cleared his throat “Yes well, you have been a trusted
adviser and…” Genderel tentatively stroked his lord’s lips with his fingers
“Shh my lord, let me get these knots out before they become to tangled”.
Thranduil nodded and sat back.
When he was
finally done, Genderel smoothed out his lords hair, looked around and groaned
“Uh…oh dear…my lord, where did prince Legolas go?” Thranduil looked around the
room and let out a heavy sigh “I should chain him to something”.
Genderel laughed “Well at least he seems to always seek you out at some point”
“Nai that is true, I just worry when he slinks off like that… he is a very
determined elfling, I give him that”. Genderel chuckled and gave him a shy
smile “Nai, he seems to be very strong willed…like his Adar”.
TBC……………
Translations:
Adar/Ada---Father/dad
Naneth---Mother
Saes---Please
Nai---Yes
Daro---Stop
Elleth---Female
elf
Ion---Son
Ion-nin
---My son
Hannon
le---Thank you
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