Anything (Legolas Thranduil father son fic)

Chapter 27 (final chapter)

Legolas POV

It had been two days since Thranduil died. He had not left his chambers since. Tauriel had tried to contact him seven times on last count.

Today was the day. The funeral.

He left the chambers after redoing his braids and dressing in a black robe. Tauriel was outside his door, waiting for him. She was also in black and her auburn hair was pulled into a braided crown with some floating down her back like she had just run through a strong wind.

"You look nice," Legoals said. He didn't know what else to say in truth. His grief was crippling.

She said nothing and took his hand in hers. Together they walked down to the mouth of the forest where the funeral would be carried out.

The casket was made of white stone with a sheen of silver as if it had water rushing over it. The entire kingdom was there. Thousands of Elves.

They parted for Legolas and Tauriel to walk to the front. As Legolas approached the casket, he fought the urge to run, run away from here, away from his grief and pain. Gathering all his courage, he looked into the coffin.

The Elvenkings still face greeted him. Skin as white as the casket, robed in silver armor with the twin swords crossed at his chest, hands folded neatly over them. His eyes were closed. Of course they were and how Legolas longed for them to open and tell him it was a dream, that it was alright.

And of course they didn't.

Tears pricked the back of his eyes like they were swords but he blinked them away. He bowed his head until Tauriel's soft whisper told him it was time to give the speech.

Her hand was holding his as she pulled him to the front of the casket. "Good luck," she whispered, leaning up and kissing his cheek.

Legolas's hands were shaking as he began to speak. "My father is Thranduil son of Oropher. I say 'is' because even in death he is still my father and I feel if I said he 'was' my father it would not be showing him the respect he deserved. My father saved my life twice and in the process nearly died the first time, as most of us know, and the second, as all of us know, he did die" Legolas's voice cracked, "but what no one really knows is that the first time he was nearly killed the poison, the venom from the spider stayed in his blood. He would have died anyways because even Lord Elrond," he nodded in Elronds direction, "could not have healed him."

His hands shook even more as a few Elves murmmered. "While in the first battle with the spiders I was careless. I did not notice the spider lived for I thought it had been downed. It was my mistake because it was not and it almost killed me but my father rook the blow for me, which was his biggest mistake. He might be sitting in his throne right now, I would not be giving this speech had he not saved me. He shouldn't have because the wound was fatal."

Elrond glanced at him. Legolas felt his gaze boring into him as he continued on. "I am young. Yes, my father was younger when he became king but he was also more ready, wiser, more mature, he was next in line and he valued it, he showed it. I am not my father and I can only try to rule as well as him." Tears were edging his eyes now. There was no point in holding them back anymore.

"Legolas." Tauriel's soft hand led him behind the casket and placed a flower, a silvery one with petals that sprouted outwards in his hand. Dew still clung to the leaves, pure and undisturbed like diamonds. "Put it in the casket," she whispered. "Do it."

He gently layed it across the twin swords where it shone like a beam of starlight before he turned his head away, no caring that all the kingdom saw him cry. Tauriel wrapped her thin arms around him, embracing him and letting him cry into her hair.

For a moment all eyes were on the two Elves. Then an applause sounded, starting with only one Elf and spreading like a storm throught the crowd. Legolas pulled away and raised his hand. Silence fell.

As he looked into the casket of the Elvenking he felt a strange sense of peace In knowing his father was far, far away from this world of pain and suffering. "I want you to know," he said to the audience, "that for his kingdom he would have done anything."

Two figures stood behind him. Unseen by anyone they watched Legolas, both tall and slender, one with gold hair and blue/green eyes. The other silver white hair and blue eyes that had the look of ice that was slowly being thawed by the spring. Both had love written across their faces plain as day. Tears ran like a river from the she-elf's eyes and from the other just a single tear on his pale face. The she-elf leaned against the other with a soft smile on her lips. Anenfel took Thranduil's hand and together they walked back up into the skies. As they left Thranduil looked back at his son and said, "for my kingdom there is an enormous amount of things I would have done but for you, ion-nin, I would have done anything."

A/N: okay. It's done. Omg. I can't comprehend. Omg.

I am so sorry that I killed Thranduil *hides behind Legolas*

Legolas: get off of me. You killed my dad.

Me: I could have killed you and besides ur hot. 😅

Oookkkayyy back to the point. Sorry bout killing him. I cried when I wrote it and I cried writing this soooooo yeah. Thank you so much to everyone who stuck with me and read the entire story! Thank you to everyone who even just LOOKED at it! Love you all and thank you again.