DISCLAIMER: Tolkien is a genius. I am not. Only Thalion belongs to me.
The lyrics at the bottom also belong to Good Charlotte.
NOTE: This story has a mention of child abuse. If you do not like that, leave now. I really have no opinion one way or the other on what kind of father Thranduil is, but for the sake of this story he is abusive. Any flames on the subject will be given to my muse Agalia to be fed to her herd of plot bunnies. But feedback and constructive criticism is welcome! And Legolas is roughly about five in human years in this story.
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Legolas backed up into the wall, sliding into the shadowed corner. He eyed his door distrustfully, knowing the chair he had propped under the handle wouldn't hold. Tears slid down his cheeks as he tried to still his ragged breathing.
He had never seen his father so mad. He had been in a drunken rage. A rage that had caused Legolas harm. The youngest prince of Mirkwood and never had any reason to fear his father. Thranduil had loved his children as much as a father could. But after their mother was slain a month ago, the King of Mirkwood had changed. Drastically.
A pounding on the wooden door drew a whimper from Legolas. He drew his legs up to his chin and wrapped his arms around them. He could faintly see the bruises starting to develop along his wrists and arms. The beating had been short but intense. Legolas was still unsure as to what he had done wrong to bring such a thing upon him. Never had he been beaten for a wrong. But now the golden-haired elfling would learn to try and avoid both making mistakes and his father.
The chair shook as a fist landed upon the door. Legolas was trembling from fear. He continued to cry silently as the pounding ceased. A string of colorful curses floated under the door followed by unsteady receding footsteps. Legolas buried his head in his arms, wishing for everything to just go away.
A light thud next to Legolas caused the prince to jump up, ready to retreat. A tall figure straightened from a crouch next to his open window and Legolas backed against the wall.
"It is only me little leaf," the elf said, kneeling once again. The fading sunlight landed on his face and Legolas saw that it was only his older brother Thalion.
Thalion watched Legolas with a frown. His young brother was sporting a nasty head wound that still trickled blood down his cheek, mingling with tears. Bruises formed on both his face and arms and it caused a silent anger to rise within the Crown Prince. Opening his arms wide, he smiled reassuringly. "Come and tell me what happened Legolas."
The young elfling eyed him for a moment before sinking into the embrace of his protective older brother. He started to cry fitfully into the green tunic, nestling as close to his brother as he could. Thalion stroked the golden hair, whispering soft elvish words to the youngest prince.
The cries subsided into only trembles. Thranduil had taken his mourning to an unacceptable level. He took out his anger at his wife's passing on his children, mainly Legolas since he was only a child and hardly able to defend himself.
"I won't let father hurt you any more, little leaf," Thalion said quietly. He loved his little brother more than his other siblings, though he tried to hide it. From the second that the large blue eyes had held his, he knew that he would try to protect and love his brother as much as possible.
"What did I do?" The whispered sentence nearly escaped the Crown Prince's attention. Legolas was looking up at him, eyes wide with confusion.
Thalion sighed and rubbed at the bloody cut with his sleeve. "You did nothing little leaf. Nothing was your fault."
"Then why does Ada hate me?" The heartbreaking question made Thalion's anger at Thranduil only grow.
"Father is still sad about mother. He does not hate you. Even if he did, I and your brothers and sisters love you. I will always be here for you little leaf. Do you believe me?"
Legolas nodded almost immediately. He nestled against the hardened chest, content in his brother's presence. "Love you Thalion," he said softly.
Thalion smiled sadly at the unrestrained trust. He had learned the hard way that sometimes trust would be broken. He sent a silent prayer to the Valar that they watch over his little brother. "I love you too little leaf," he said, settling against the wall as he cradled the small body against him. "Things will get better, I promise. You just have to hold on until then."
Legolas' small fist tightened around its hold on Thalion's tunic in response.
~*~*~ This world, this world is cold But you don't, you don't have to go You're feeling sad you're feeling lonely And no one seems to care Your mother's gone and your father hits You this pain you cannot bare
But we all bleed the same way as you do We all have the same things to go through Hold on... if you feel like letting go Hold on... it gets better than you know
Your days you say they're way too long And your nights you can't sleep at all And you're not sure what you're waiting for But you don't want to no more And you're not sure what you're looking for But you don't want to no more
But we all bleed the same way as you do We all have the same things to go through Hold on... if you feel like letting go Hold on... it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking you're one step closer Don't stop searching it's not over... hold on What are you looking for? What are you waiting for? Do you know what you're doing to me? Go ahead... what are you waiting for?
Hold on... if you feel like letting go Hold on... it gets better than you know Don't stop looking you're one step closer Don't stop searching it's not over... hold on. ~*~*~
NOTE: This story has a mention of child abuse. If you do not like that, leave now. I really have no opinion one way or the other on what kind of father Thranduil is, but for the sake of this story he is abusive. Any flames on the subject will be given to my muse Agalia to be fed to her herd of plot bunnies. But feedback and constructive criticism is welcome! And Legolas is roughly about five in human years in this story.
~*~*~
Legolas backed up into the wall, sliding into the shadowed corner. He eyed his door distrustfully, knowing the chair he had propped under the handle wouldn't hold. Tears slid down his cheeks as he tried to still his ragged breathing.
He had never seen his father so mad. He had been in a drunken rage. A rage that had caused Legolas harm. The youngest prince of Mirkwood and never had any reason to fear his father. Thranduil had loved his children as much as a father could. But after their mother was slain a month ago, the King of Mirkwood had changed. Drastically.
A pounding on the wooden door drew a whimper from Legolas. He drew his legs up to his chin and wrapped his arms around them. He could faintly see the bruises starting to develop along his wrists and arms. The beating had been short but intense. Legolas was still unsure as to what he had done wrong to bring such a thing upon him. Never had he been beaten for a wrong. But now the golden-haired elfling would learn to try and avoid both making mistakes and his father.
The chair shook as a fist landed upon the door. Legolas was trembling from fear. He continued to cry silently as the pounding ceased. A string of colorful curses floated under the door followed by unsteady receding footsteps. Legolas buried his head in his arms, wishing for everything to just go away.
A light thud next to Legolas caused the prince to jump up, ready to retreat. A tall figure straightened from a crouch next to his open window and Legolas backed against the wall.
"It is only me little leaf," the elf said, kneeling once again. The fading sunlight landed on his face and Legolas saw that it was only his older brother Thalion.
Thalion watched Legolas with a frown. His young brother was sporting a nasty head wound that still trickled blood down his cheek, mingling with tears. Bruises formed on both his face and arms and it caused a silent anger to rise within the Crown Prince. Opening his arms wide, he smiled reassuringly. "Come and tell me what happened Legolas."
The young elfling eyed him for a moment before sinking into the embrace of his protective older brother. He started to cry fitfully into the green tunic, nestling as close to his brother as he could. Thalion stroked the golden hair, whispering soft elvish words to the youngest prince.
The cries subsided into only trembles. Thranduil had taken his mourning to an unacceptable level. He took out his anger at his wife's passing on his children, mainly Legolas since he was only a child and hardly able to defend himself.
"I won't let father hurt you any more, little leaf," Thalion said quietly. He loved his little brother more than his other siblings, though he tried to hide it. From the second that the large blue eyes had held his, he knew that he would try to protect and love his brother as much as possible.
"What did I do?" The whispered sentence nearly escaped the Crown Prince's attention. Legolas was looking up at him, eyes wide with confusion.
Thalion sighed and rubbed at the bloody cut with his sleeve. "You did nothing little leaf. Nothing was your fault."
"Then why does Ada hate me?" The heartbreaking question made Thalion's anger at Thranduil only grow.
"Father is still sad about mother. He does not hate you. Even if he did, I and your brothers and sisters love you. I will always be here for you little leaf. Do you believe me?"
Legolas nodded almost immediately. He nestled against the hardened chest, content in his brother's presence. "Love you Thalion," he said softly.
Thalion smiled sadly at the unrestrained trust. He had learned the hard way that sometimes trust would be broken. He sent a silent prayer to the Valar that they watch over his little brother. "I love you too little leaf," he said, settling against the wall as he cradled the small body against him. "Things will get better, I promise. You just have to hold on until then."
Legolas' small fist tightened around its hold on Thalion's tunic in response.
~*~*~ This world, this world is cold But you don't, you don't have to go You're feeling sad you're feeling lonely And no one seems to care Your mother's gone and your father hits You this pain you cannot bare
But we all bleed the same way as you do We all have the same things to go through Hold on... if you feel like letting go Hold on... it gets better than you know
Your days you say they're way too long And your nights you can't sleep at all And you're not sure what you're waiting for But you don't want to no more And you're not sure what you're looking for But you don't want to no more
But we all bleed the same way as you do We all have the same things to go through Hold on... if you feel like letting go Hold on... it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking you're one step closer Don't stop searching it's not over... hold on What are you looking for? What are you waiting for? Do you know what you're doing to me? Go ahead... what are you waiting for?
Hold on... if you feel like letting go Hold on... it gets better than you know Don't stop looking you're one step closer Don't stop searching it's not over... hold on. ~*~*~