Goheno nin [Thranduil x Loki]

Le linnon im Elenya / To thee I sing, I, Elenya

Mirkwood, T.A. In the years 1400

A massive crowd of Woodland and Silvan elves surrounded the queen who laid amidst a thousand flowers, framed by twisted branches carved out of the tree in the Woodland realm that had been the backdrop of her marriage to the then young Thranduil. The king received condolences from all sides, but looked as if he'd rather retreat or clear the room of all those who came to pay their respects. He tried to smile, and nod, and bow his head as he received the homage of his people, but would much rather go out and face an orc army to avenge his queen, the mother of his son, instead of receiving one more payment of respect from his subjects.

"Is she asleep?" Elenya pulled the robe of Legolas, clutching the donkey plush toy that he had made for her tightly against her chest and pulling her thumb from her mouth to speak to the tall blonde elf next to her.

Legolas smiled dismally as he beheld his mother.

"Yes. Something like that," he answered rather absentmindedly.

"When she opens her eyes will she not be scared of all these people?"

Legolas looked down upon the young elfling. She gazed up at him with her wide, innocent blue eyes, unaware of what was going on. Her dark hair hung sleek around her face, mimicking his, but a large silver clip held back two braids that were twisted into a rose.

He squatted to meet her height, and placed his hands on her little arms.

"She has gone to another place, Elenya. A better one."

The elfling in front of him looked bleak as she twisted her head from the queen back to Legolas.

"But she is still here! There!" Elenya pointed to the queen.

Legolas tilted his head, awestruck by the childlike innocence of the young Elenya. "Come," he lifted her from the ground, placing her little legs around his neck as he held her hands and that of Mister Snuggles, the donkey, securely in his own. She giggled, the plush toy continuously booping Legolas his nose as he carried her to the queen.

"Elves are made of a fae, a spirit, like how Mister Snuggles thinks of you, and talks to you, and lives," he explained while he walked her in between the crowd to his mother, "and a rhaw, which is the body, like the Mister Snuggles you see, cuddle and are booping against my face."

"He just wants to hug you!" The elfling shifted on his shoulders.

He placed Elenya on the side of the platform that held his mother, and she started tracing the woven pattern of the branches with her small fingers while she stared upon the beautiful woman that lay before her. She was as blonde as Legolas and his father, but her hair was adorned with Simbelmynë, white bell-like flowers that looked like snow. She wore a pale blue dress that made her look like an angel, with silver clasps that ran down the neck and ended in a belt that glistened in the torchlights of the chamber.

"When an elven passes, her body stays with us, but her spirit moves on to a different land. She's in the Halls of Mandos now."

"Will she not come back?" Elenya's eyes filled up. "We have to play hide and seek! We always do that at the party of the stars!"

Legolas placed his hand on her shoulder, softly squeezing it and looking upon his father.

"I'm afraid we will not have a party tomorrow, little Elenya. The king is really unhappy now."

"Maybe he needs Mister Snuggles," she took the toy from Legolas and petted its ears. "He can keep him company. So he won't be alone!"

"Maybe he does. Do you want to bring it to him?"