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The
two weeks after his birth I saw none of Sauron and had Thranduil with me all
the time; I was very happy. I remained in my room, held and sang and nursed my
baby, whom I was sure was the most glorious thing in all of Arda.
The circumstances of his conception and birth were not his fault, after all,
and I began to plot of ways to escape and take him to Imladris
or L�rien. Eventually, I hoped to see the restoration
of Mirkwood so my son could be among my trees.
Then
one day I woke to find that Thranduil was not beside me, and my heart plummeted
and I bolted up in bed in a fright.
Sauron
stood beside the bed, the baby in the crook of one arm. He was whispering
softly to him, touching is face with the tips of his fingers and Thranduil was
still and silent, blue-grey eyes wide as he took in this new stranger.
Yes,
I willed the baby as I watched the pair jealously. Do not let him win you over,
dear one. You are good and pure and kind; you have nothing of him in you!
The
Dark Lord looked at me as if I were not really there. �I will take my son with
me today,� he informed me in a calm voice, which enraged me. �I will return him
to you this night.�
�No,�
I snapped, bristling immediately. �He needs to be fed and changed and attended
to, and I shall do all of those things!�
For
the first time I had protested to him Sauron relented, at least partway. �You
will feed him now, then at noon and evening meal, and then I shall take him
the rest of the time.�
That
was a good enough compromise for me, at least until I could think of some other
way to keep my son away from him. I held Thranduil and nursed him as long as I
could, until he began to fidget and push against me with tiny hands and I could
not deny that he was full and Sauron took him.
That
was the beginning of the end, that first day the Dark Lord came and laid claim
to his son. I hated him even more, and I think he began to hate me. The cool
indifference that had been there for so long was replaced by ill concealed
detestation.
When
returned safely to me I could feel the magic that was enlaced in Thranduil. It
was the same kind of magic with which Sauron had poisoned me with, and
Thranduil was beginning to grow at a rapid pace.
As
he grew bigger Sauron kept him away from me longer, until I was only nursing
him once during the day despite my demands to see him more often and longer.
Then one night he did not return him to me at all.
I
paced and waited until I was sure it was well past time for Thranduil to be
sleepy
�You
deny me my child,� I hissed at him, storming into his chambers in a fury. �You
shall give me my son, now!�
Thranduil
was asleep on the vast red and black covered bed, the same bed on which he was
forcefully conceived.
Sauron
looked up from where he was sitting and said coldly in a low voice, �We do not
need you anymore, Legolas. You may go.�
I
approached the bed to pick up my son and take him back with me to where we
could both sleep, but Sauron beat me to the bed and stood over the boy.
�You
may go, Legolas,� he repeated. �I do not need you to bear me another son, and
he does not need you to suckle milk from. Once you have left my realm, the
spells shall be lifted and you elvish spirit may go
where it pleases. I release you to pass from Middle-earth, to the Halls or
wherever your soul desires to go.�
My
teeth clenched in fury as I refused to acknowledge anything he was saying.
�Give me my son.�
�You
really think I would do that? No. He is mine.�
�No!�
I cried, louder than I had intended, for I woke Thranduil.
He
turned his little golden head toward the Dark Lord and said in a sleepy, tiny
voice, �Father.� Then he turned head to face me, closed his eyes, and went back
to sleep.
My
stomach twisted and I felt ill, but did not back down. �What have you done for
him? Nothing!� I spat, rage and desperation building.
�You poisoned me with your touch and you poison him with your very presence. I
am his Adar; I carried him, I care for him, and I love him, as my Adar did for
me.�
Amusement
crossed Sauron�s features. �Your
Adar,� he repeated almost thoughtfully. �Legolas,� he gestured to me and made
for the door. �It is time you learned something about your family history.�
I
crossed my arms over my chest and sat stubbornly on the bed. I would not leave
my son.
�Very
well,� said Sauron, amusement laced with a sneer seeming to grow. �Do you know
what you must do to continue the family line? Do you know what you would have
to do to your son who lies before you now, if he were not in my care?�
I
glared at the Dark Lord, growing angrier as I had no idea as to what he spoke
of.
The
Dark Lord�s voice grew low and venomous, and he came and sat opposite me on the
bed. Both our hands reached out to touch my son.
�Who
was the other half of you, Legolas? Who loved your Adar, lay with him, and
conceived you?�
Adar
had never told me, and at half way to my majority I never would have known to
ask.
�Your
grandfather, Oropher, your father�s father, is the
other half of you, Legolas.�
All
the blood drained from my face.
�Yes,�
he continued, hissing like a snake. �That is the way that is has been, for as
long as your line has been. Your father would have taken you, and you would
have borne him a son, and then, when your son is old enough you would have done
the same to him. The line would have been passed on, forever pure, preserving
your warrior skills and golden hair.� Mockingly, Sauron reached out and touched
my face, and looked at the sleeping child. �He will have a better fate than to
be the bearer of your son, for the blood he is sired with is greater than any
in your line before.�
I
trembled in disbelief. All again I remembered how it was to be pushed onto my
back and penetrated. I felt the fear and the pain all over again; I heard the
noises and felt the touch all over me. I could never imagine Adar doing what
Sauron did to me, causing me pain while he took his pleasure, nor could I ever,
ever, make myself give pain to my own son. �I hate you,� I said to the Dark
Lord in a low and furious voice. �You are a liar and a thief.�
�A
liar you may think me, but a thief?� he repeated, smiling as if genuinely
amused and glad of my pain. �A thief you call me?�
�You
stole everything from me!� I cried. �My son! My body,
my childhood! My Adar,� I whispered, voice cracking with fury. �I shall take my
son now and go.�
�You
will not,� he said, and suddenly there were strong arms grabbing me.
Two
men and two orcs hauled me bodily from the room, as I
fought and shouted to no avail. The commotion woke Thranduil who began to cry,
and I watched helplessly as Sauron picked him up turned his face away from
where I struggled, and cradled him. The crying stopped. I went limp. Until now
nothing had hurt as badly as this.
The
men took me down the long halls, down stairs and through door ways until we
were outside the fortress. It was the first time I had been outside in many,
many months, and it was raining. The land around the fortress was barren and
black, the ghosts of all the lush greenery that used to thrive in Southern Mirkwood lingering in the air mournfully.
They
threw me sloppily over the back of a black horse and I clutched half heartedly
at the mane, and the animal cantered off through the gate. �Take him somewhere
to die,� one of the men called after us to the horse, and the others laughed.
The
threads of the Dark Lord�s magic, the magic that kept me from passing after the
rape, began to unwind from my body as distance was put between the horse and
myself and the fortress. I did not care when, through my own lethargy, I slid
off the horse�s back and into the cold damp earth. I
was glad, for I thought it meant my F�a decided to
leave my body and I could rest in the Halls of Mandos
with my Adar.
The
tempo of the storm increased, and rainwater began to seep through my clothes
when there came an indignant squeak and my pocket writhed. Then there were
little paws padding up my neck and over my chin. Opening my eyes I saw the
little grey mouse who had become my friend in the wine cellar perching on my
nose and looking at me with pleading eyes. She was shivering, her whiskers were
bedraggled and her coat was quickly becoming saturated in the rain.
Then
as clear as a bell came the soft words: �You must,
Legolas.�
That
little mouse awoke something in me as if someone - Adar�s
F�a perhaps? - were telling me there were greater
things at stake than just myself. Thranduil, my son, was still in the Dark
Lord�s clutches, and I would fight to the death to bring him back. Not only
that, I knew things about the Dark Lord than no one else knew.
Despair
and sadness gave way to anger which made me feel warm and alive inside again. I
caught the poor mouse up in my hand as we mounted the horse who being well
trained, had come to stand over his master. Warming the little rodent as best I
could I said to her, �I shall not slip away into oblivion as Sauron
intended�and I shall see my son again!�
After
several days ride we came to the enchanted Valley on the other side of the Misty Mountains. I had been away from my fellow elf kind
for so long I had forgotten how fair their faces were, how clear their voices
sounded, and the deep sadness that had been in my heart for so long began to
lift as I drew nearer to Imladris.
The
robes I wore were black and muddy, and I was rain sodden. Besides that, I was
now double the age that Legolas of Mirkwood was supposed to be, not to mention
that it was presumed that Adar and I were long dead. Given these circumstances
it is not surprising that I was met with more than skepticism when I arrived at
the gate.
After
much begging and interrupted explaining I burst out in a rush: �I am who I say I
am. Let me tell my tale to Lord Elrond; if he finds me a liar then you may do
with me what you wish.�
The
gate keepers seemed satisfied with this and took me inside the house.
TBC
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