Return and Recovery, a lord of the rings fanfic.
set after the war,
Legolas and Thranduil.
Family/Hurt/Comfort
Midnight-chan: Awwwwwwwwwww
Legolas: Injured again?!
Midnight-chan: I got your ada didn't I?
Legolas: Yes, yes you did.
Thranduil: Disclaimer! Midnight13731 doesn't own any lord of the rings content!
Midnight13731: And that is valid for the entire story!
Legolas: Elvish vocab! :
Ion nin - My son
Ada - Father
Chapter 1: His Return
In the great hall of Mirkwood's castle sat the Elven-king, Thranduil upon his throne. On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for autumn had come again. One may ask what he was doing, but everyone knew that their fair king was waiting for his son to return. He had kept waiting and hoping for his son's relatively safe return...but his son, Prince Legolas, had yet to come home...And to say King Thranduil was worried would be an understatement.
It was silent and empty in the great hall, the king was still in a solemn state, well, for now at least. Then, the doors swung open and they revealed the prince, his son, Legolas. Most would have seen the prince walk, his head held high and his back straight, to the throne of the Elven-king. But unlike most the king noticed the well-hidden limp in the elf's step. Legolas bowed his head and knelt gracefully on his right knee, taking off his weapons and putting them to his left side and his brilliant golden hair fell over his face, hiding his eyes from view.
"I have returned." The words rang quietly throughout the room his voice soft yet firm, in his usual manner.
The king stood up, his eyes flashing dangerously his lips pressed into a tight frown. He walked to Legolas and stared at him with dark eyes before bending down on one knee in front of him and gripping his son's hands. He pulled the prince off the floor and spoke in the same manor as his son did only moments before.
"You are my son, you bow to no being."
Thranduil suddenly pulled his son into his arms, holding him tightly. When he let go he brushed the hair away from Legolas' face and took in the pain in his son's eyes.
"Legolas, ion-nin, are you well?" Thranduil asked caringly.
"I am f-fine, ada." Was his son's obviously hard-headed reply.
When the king noticed Legolas' breathing hitch for a while. He looked his son over and noticed his slightly limp arms and loose tunic, he then pulled Legolas towards him. Thranduil pulled up his son's right sleeve to his shoulder, which revealed blood-stained bandages upon his forearm. His son tried to conceal a wince and turned his head away but Thranduil turned Legolas' head back towards him with a questioning gaze.
"Fine?" Thranduil asked knowing his son would try and hide his pain...again.
Legolas nodded.
"We are going to your room and I am going check what damage has been done to you and if you do not comply, then I WILL carry you." Thranduil stated firmly.
"Yes, ada..."
Then Legolas' vision started to spin and he started falling, only to feel himself be caught by his father's strong arms and lifted bridal style. He looked up to see his father's bright, blue eyes gazing worriedly at him but then a soft smile came to his face.
"Carrying it is." Thranduil said as he smiled
"Valar..." Legolas muttered as his vision swriled and he faded into a world of darkness, just able to see his father's smile.
Midnight-chan: Love the ending on that one. BTW! This is a three-shot! :D
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