Amin Mela Lle

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Mirkwood, once called Green Forest – beautiful place. Despite the stories and legends they were shrouded in, the area enjoyed healthy trees, large clearings, full of warm sunshine and a big town, in the center of which the palace stood. Very happy elves lived here, led by the King. The happiest King in the world - Thranduil had a son and wife, which loved above all else, and didn't even admit the thought of losing them. He promised his wife that he'll be the best father in Middle Earth.

It's just a pity that his words weren't worth anything...

After losing the Queen, Thranduil became unrecognizable. He started to hate everything and everyone, even his only one son. This son, for whose he promised to be the best father. Little Greenleaf remembered how his Ada one, sunshine day came out and never came back. Not even the next day. Not even years later or centuries. Lord couldn't accept the loss of his Tamiel and he excellent knew that nothing could ease this pain. His helplessness was killing him. Not even his son could ease father's pain. Former Thranduil died forever, and his life envelops darkness, mourning, grief, sorrow and despair. At the beginning, he was crying for her very often, sitting alone in his room, but after centuries, he didn't even do that anymore. Even so, he didn't have strength. He was eaten away by suffering, he couldn't deal with.

The king, devastated to the core, with continuous and everlasting despair, that didn't give rest and peace, with time, he froze on his throne, turning into completely devoid of emotions, which he got rid of, believing that he didn't need, the old warmth, that he had for his son, insensitive, cold, hard and steel statue, pedantic, almost perfect. But appearances and it, what we can see outside often confusing. Inside he was still suffering, he missed everything, but he hadn't strength for anything. Everyday he was waking up, just to survive this day and go to bed for rest. With time, overwhelmed his loneliness and depression, which was killing him more, but on the other hand, he rejected everyone from himself.

Wasted was his mind,
Wasted was his soul,
Wasted was his heart and body.

He has changed beyond recognition. He couldn't accept this, come to terms with destiny. With time, he started to suppress emotions, which stacked up with every dawn day and he knew, that was fucking emotionally unstable.

He was like a block tower.
Wrong move and after it.
After him.
Everything will fall apart.
He'll fall apart.
And... What about his son?

Legolas was raised, if one can call it that, like himself, and he had, as he then believed, right and honorable reasons for doing so. His son, under his father's pressure, became his apparent copy, unlucky not only with looks.

Stripped with emotions and learned perfect perfectionism, like his father. Thranduil however didn't know how much it was hurting his son. Legolas needed him, when his mother died and patiently was waiting, until his father took him into his arms again, whose taste of care, security and warmth, he forgot. But his father, despite the
passage of time, didn't open up.

When the blonde grow up, realised, that his father never will back and this person, this thing, this... sculpture, which is sitting in throne hall and just pretendent him, isn't his family. Isn't his father, isn't... someone, who really loves him. He knew that father doesn't love him, that his love has passed along with the departure of the mother. It was hurting him the most, because he was loving, was loving so much his father, even though he wasn't showing it to him. So he was taught.

At the beginning wanted to ask father about mother, but this one wasn't telling him about her, he was going to berserk and was telling things, which was really painful for the other elf. Now, driving home, after winning the war or Middle Earth, he was afraid enter this forest. The reason was only, or even a Thranduil's reaction.