Hey everyone! This is my first Fanfiction, and I know it's not the best...but give it a try?

Legolas is amazing, and since Tolkien never mentioned much about his family...I decided that he needed an older brother (who needs to be awesome to match Leggy). This story mostly focuses on him, although baby Legolas will make his appearance at the end of the story. :D

There's some fighting (yeah!), injury (noo!), and father/son/brother fluff (ya can't get enough of that!)

I'm sorry for any mistakes you may find (my writing isn't the best).

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tolkien's work (sadly, no matter how I wish I did)

"Prepare the horses. We will leave for Esgaroth as soon as possible."

"Yes, my lord. Would you like me to accompany you?"

"I'm afraid not, Galion. You must stay behind and tend to the matters here." The ElvenKing stood and sighed as he shuffled together all the necessary documents for the visit. "I really hate leaving at a time like this…are you sure it's urgent?"

Galion nodded, though he also disliked the timing. "Yes, that is what they said. Do not worry, my lord, we will take good care of Queen Gladhwen."

"That I do not doubt." Thranduil smiled, thinking of how all the servants fussed over his wife like a nest of mother hens, much to her exasperation. She was carrying their second child, who would be due in the next few weeks. Their firstborn son, Celeberyn, was thrilled to be an older sibling and constantly stayed by his mother's side to make sure nothing went wrong. The King knew his wife would be fine, but he would rather not travel anywhere during this period and just spend time with his loved ones. It was moments like these that he wished he didn't have to put work above family.

Galion bowed and as he left the room, another elf took his place.

Thranduil glanced over and smiled at the elf, his worries melting away like a puddle exposed to sunlight. "Celeberyn! How wonderful to see you! Are you ready to leave, my son?"

"Er, actually, Adar, I was wondering if I could…skip out on the trip this time," Celeberyn replied sheepishly.

"Is everything alright?" Concern immediately crept into the king's voice. He loved his son more then life itself and if something was wrong, he would do anything to fix it.

"Oh, I'm fine," Celeberyn said quickly. "It's just that Naneth really wants to take a walk in the forest, and…she wants me to go with her."

Thranduil raised an eyebrow, and his son flinched slightly. "The weather's nice," he added weakly.

The king laughed, a merry sound similar to that of twinkling bells. "Oh, my dear Cel! Of course you may go with your mother! In fact, I insist you stay behind. Although I am curious, why are you so nervous?"

Celeberyn shifted in embarrassment and grinned. "Well, I was afraid you'd refuse, since as the royal family, our duty is to our people and the affairs of our kingdom. I know as prince, sometimes I have to put Mirkwood above my personal life, which is what you often have to sacrifice, Ada," he looked up at his father, and Thranduil felt like he could stare right through his soul with those blue-green eyes. "I want to be able to understand some of your dilemma so I can grow to serve our people well."

Thranduil felt his heart swell with pride at his son's words. He kissed Celeberyn on the forehead and smiled warmly. "You will make a wonderful king someday, my son."

The prince grinned. "Not as good as you, Adar. Well then, I'll be off! I hope your trip goes smoothly, and remember not to mention wine in front of the people of Esgaroth." Celeberyn bowed and backed out of the room, as Thranduil smiled and gathered together everything he needed while thinking about the story behind his son's advice.

Celeberyn nodded in satisfaction, watching as the servants brought out a carriage and hooked up two of the best horses to pull it along. He had it prepared in case his mother grew weary and wished to ride back to the palace. He'd also prepared his own horse to ride alongside the queen, should he need to.

"Celeberyn, my dear, are you ready?" Queen Gladhwen was the fairest of all the woodelves, and her son had her light chocolate hair tinted with his father's gold, along with her gentle personality. She had so much compassion that a thousand Elven kingdoms wouldn't be enough to store all of it.

"Nana! Are you sure you still want to go? The healers advise – "

"Please," Gladhwen sighed. "If I followed everything the healers told me, I would be lying in bed sipping water the next few weeks, with the door locked and no visitors permitted. I'd much rather spend my time among the trees."

Elfaron, one of the best horse-riders of Mirkwood and a good friend of Celeberyn's, bowed low to the royal family. "My lady, my prince. I will be driving your highness' carriage. If at any moment you would like to use it, please inform me."

"Elfaron, stop with all the formalities," Thalion snorted. "You know it makes me uncomfortable."

"As you wish, Celeberyn," bowing slightly, the elf grinned. "Ready?"

The queen and prince of Mirkwood strolled through the forest inhaling the fresh air and enjoying the soft grass under their feet. It was a beautiful day, where the sun shone brightly, casting all clouds aside, and birds flew between trees singing sweet songs in the silence. Celeberyn could almost fool himself into thinking that the kingdom wasn't overrun with the Shadow, and his unborn sibling would be able to grow up in a world of music and joy. He tilted his face to the sky and basked in the warmth of the sun, imagining all the adventures he would have with his little brother or sister. Climbing the trees, swimming in the lakes, hiding in the bushes, lying in the grass…the possibilities were endless.

Gladhwen slipped her hand into her son's and squeezed gently. "Wonderful, isn't it?"

Thalion nodded in satsifaction. "Aye. I really needed this walk."

"What, you're getting too old and need to stretch your muscles a bit?" Elfaron joked from his position next to the horses.

"Pfft. You wish." The prince beckoned for his friend to join them and he complied happily, the three of them thoroughly enjoying their walk.

"I remember when the two of us were merely elflings, running through the trees without a care in the world," Elfaron remarked. "My Adar warned me not to get to close to the prince, because he was too high up for me."

"Well, I sure am glad you disobeyed your Adar on that one. Being a prince is hard…I wish people would just treat me normally, not as if I had some sort of deadly disease." Celeberyn noted. "I appreciate your friendship."

"Oh don't worry, my prince. Of course you don't have any deadly diseases. Just the sickness of excitement, I believe. But I wouldn't know, since I don't have any siblings." Elfaron added wistfully. "I wish I did, though."

"Hey, when my brother or sister is born, you can be their stepbrother! I don't know how to be an older brother either…I mean, what if I mess up?"

"Mess up?" Elfaron laughed. "How is that possible? And thank you, my lord, although even if you didn't offer, I'd probably visit the little prince anyway. Elfings have a special sort of power that can make even the toughest warrior melt into a puddle."

Suddenly, Celeberyn tensed and stopped his mother, his heart pounding. Elfaron immediately froze in alarm and the elf tried to sense what had disturbed his prince. "Orcs," he whispered in horror.

"Nana, get into the carriage. Now." Celeberyn ordered calmly. The queen immediately obeyed, holding her stomach protectively. " Elfaron, wait for my signal. You must get the queen back safely, no matter what."

"But Celeberyn, what about you?" Gladhwen asked, sticking her head out the carriage window. "You must come with us!"

Celeberyn shook his head. "No. I will not risk your safety, Nana." He inwardly cursed himself for not bringing his weapons, and braced himself for the ambush. He knew the orcs would target his mother who was in a weaker condition, so positioned himself in front of the carriage, eyes darting back and forth as if daring the creatures to show themselves.

And they did, pouring out between the trees like a sea of darkness, screaming and holding swords in all their dark, foul glory. There must have been thirty or so, and Celeberyn immediately knew that he was doomed.

The first orc approached him, and the prince slid under as the creature leapt at him, turning around and kicking it hard in the back so the orc collapsed on the ground. Celeberyn ripped the sword from its hand and stabbed it in the chest, then kicked the body away. The prince had always been an amazing swordsman, but the orc weapon was heavy and strange in his hand, and he wanted nothing more then to drop it.

Celeberyn blocked a strike towards his head, and sidestepped as he swung, opening a gash in the orc's stomach and sliced the head clean off as it fell. A quick glance towards Elfaron informed the prince that his friend had also obtained a sword and was slashing away at the creatures.

"Cel!" The queen's quiet, fearful whisper from inside the carriage caused the elf to dash over and open the small window, meeting his mother's grass-green eyes.

"Naneth, what's wrong?"

"Er…I think the baby's coming."

"WHAT?" Celeberyn's eyes widened as he stared at her in shock. "But how? It's weeks too early!"
"Well, these things do happen occasionally. I'm sure your little brother or sister is perfectly fine."

"We must get you back to the palace as soon as possible! Don't worry. I'll have Elfaron drive you back as fast as he can, and no orc will get to you, I swear it."

"No, Celeberyn, you will not risk your life for me. I forbid it! I won't leave without you." The queen paused, unshed tears brimming in her eyes like precious crystals. "Celeberyn…you and Thranduil mean everything to me…"

"I'm sorry, Nana, but I can't listen to you this time. Don't worry about me." The prince smiled and backed away, spinning around to stab an orc that was sneaking up behind him, thinking that he could surprise an elf. Dream on, you spawn of Mordor. He then motioned for Elfaron to get on the carriage as he fought with another foul creature. "Get the queen out of here! Now!" he yelled, as he ducked and plunged his sword into the creature's chest. He then turned and immediately engaged another enemy, as Elfaron hesitated before slowly climbing into the driver's seat.

"My lord, let me stay behind instead! You must return back to the palace with the queen!" Elfaron cried.

Celeberyn shook his head as another orc head dropped to the ground. "El, please. Just hurry! Go!"

"My prince!"

The prince flashed a smile. "What'd I say about formalities?"

"No! Celeberyn!" Gladhwen looked at him in horror. "Please! You cannot!"

"Just hurry!" Celeberyn yelled, as stabbed another orc in the leg. The creature roared and swung, but the elf easily dodged and killed it with one swift blow to the neck. He locked eyes with Elfaron who turned the carriage around with resolve in his face and raced back in the direction of the palace.

"CEL!" The queen's shriek echoed through the forest, causing the prince's heart to constrict with pain, but he knew he had to protect her. His horse that had been standing next to the carriage, reared and urged the prince to mount, but Celeberyn knew he couldn't flee and risk having the orcs running freely through his land.

The orcs snarled and dashed after the carriage, but Celeberyn raced ahead, yelling, "Hey! Wait! You don't want to do that! I'm much more valuable – " suddenly he stumbled to his knees and gasped as he felt a sharp pain stab through his stomach. The orc behind him cackled and yanked out his foul sword, covered with the elf's blood. He raised his arm for the deathblow, but Celeberyn ducked at the last second and the orc instead sliced off strands of his long hair.

The creature snarled to his kin and they all ran back towards him, surrounding the prince instead. Celeberyn smiled faintly. Good. Nana will be safe. He dragged himself to his feet, though the pain was threatening to overwhelm him and he felt warm blood spill from his body. He gripped the orc sword and immediately swung at the nearest creature. His automatic mode kicked in, and all he could think of was his next move. He whirled and ducked, slashed and stabbed, his mind only focused on killing these things to protect his people. The sword gradually turned black from orc blood, and the dark creatures fell one after the other. Agony suddenly shot up Celeberyn's sword arm causing him to nearly drop his weapon, but he gritted his teeth and forced his body to move faster.

The prince wondered how long he could keep this up. He was growing weary, blood loss making his head spin and the pain creating dark spots in his vision.

Celeberyn immediately knew it was over when he felt a sword plunge deep into his side. His eyes widened in shock as slowly his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground. The orcs laughed and cheered that they'd finally bested their opponent. The prince could hardly move, pain and blood loss finally taking their toll. Dark red spilled from his mouth as his eyes slowly started to close. Maybe Adar should've ordered us to stay in the palace this morning after all…

"He's as good as dead!" an orc rasped, nudging the elf with his foot.

"Wait a second…" Another bent down and grabbed the brooch that fastened Celeberyn's cloak. "Look at this…he's part of the royal family! This means there are probably more elves around! The sissy little creatures never travel alone."
Their leader grinned, a gruesome sight revealing sharp yellow teeth and black spit that looked more like blood. "I haven't tasted elf-flesh in a long time! Let's go, boys! Leave this one here. We'll probably find fatter, fresher meat somewhere else." The orcs all laughed and rubbed their hands together in anticipation as they trampled away, cheering and jabbing their swords in the air.

Celeberyn's eyes slowly found the backs of the retreating orcs, and his heart froze in fear as he realized that the orcs would catch up to his father, who would have left the palace by now.

The prince glanced at all the trees around him, reached out a shaking hand, and rested it on a tree root, pleading for help.

He felt the tree's alarm and fear for him quickly turn into anger towards the orcs, and his heart drowned in relief, knowing that they were willing to aid him. Little elf, how can we help? It asked gently.

Will you warn my Ada about the orcs that are coming? And please…lend me some of your strength.

Celeberyn immediately felt lighter as his weariness seemed to dissolve into the earth. He knew the strength was temporary, but was filled with gratefulness. "Hannon le," he whispered, as he slowly dragged himself up with the help of the tree. "Aeluin!" he called, and his horse trotted over, relieved that her master was okay.

The prince mounted the animal with some difficulty and quickly nudged her into motion, dashing after the orcs.

GASP. Poor Cel.

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