The Love of a King(a Thranduil fanfic)(currently on pause)

Chapter One

"I swear to the Valar Legolas. Get down from there right this instant. I do not have time to deal with this at the moment," Thranduil yelled at his son while draping his long and elegant fingers across his forehead in an attempt to ease the pain. Legolas ignored his fathers commands and continued to climb to the top of the antlers that made up Thranduil's throne. Thranduil realized that his son would not be coming down by his own means so Thranduil decided to go up and get Legolas. Thranduil was about halfway up when Helegrenel, the captain of the guard, chose this moment to walk in. Thranduil's eyes swiveled over to the elf that just walked in.

"Bainiavas would know how to deal with him," Thranduil sighed as his young son continued to climb around. "He always listened to her, but never to me. Why did I have to fail her Helegrenel?"

"You did not fail her my lord," Helegrenel said as he bowed. Thranduil sighed and opened his mouth to say something but Legolas's scream interrupted his thoughts as the young ellon's foot slipped and he was sent falling through the air. Thranduil quickly dove off the part of the antler he was on and caught Legolas in his arms. Thranduil turned and landed roughly on his back with Legolas pressed against his chest. Legolas got up and ran out of the room, scared of his fathers temper while Thranduil lay on his back trying to catch his breath. Helegrenel ran over to Thranduil.

"My lord, are you all right?"

"I am fine. I am just glad I was here so he did not hurt himself. He is still only 7. Even though he is young, my little leaf needs to learn some self control. What if I had not been here?"

"My lord, Legolas is fine. He will learn as he grows, just like the rest of us. I think you may of hit your head though, maybe you should rest for the rest of the day."

"No, I did not hut my head. I am perfectly all right. I just need a glass if wine." As Helegrenel went to get his king some wine, Thranduil ascended the stairs leading to his throne and collapsed down onto it in a very unkingly way. In a few minuets, Helegrenel had gotten a glass of Thranduil's favorite red wine and brought it to him. Thranduil downed it in one swallow and sent Helegrenel out to bring more. After Thranduil had down a second and a third glass and had stated to sip on a fourth glass he began giving out orders again.

"Helegrenel, I want you to send someone to all the members of my next meeting and tell them to start gathering in the garden where I normally hold my meetings in about half an hour. Then I want you to go tell Legolas I shall speak with him later tonight. After my next two meetings and the small feast. He may attend the feast tonight if he wants to. But make sure he looks presentable if he does."

"Yes my Lord. Is there anything else you want my Lord?"

"No. Actually, yes, there is something. I want you to send out a small number of your solders and I want them to do an extra sweep of the forest. I want the spiders out of my borders. I also want you to double the guard. Elrond will be visiting again, I want the land ready by then."

"Yes my Lord," with that, Helegrenel pivoted on his heels and strode directly out of the throne room. Thranduil descended the stairs to his thrown and left through a hidden stair case behind the throne leading to Thranduil's private chambers. He walked in and tossed his crown onto the table that sat in the middle of the main room. Thranduil then paced into his bathing room and splashed water on his face. As he was leaving the bathing room he shed his dust covered golden robe onto the ground thinking to himself 'someone will pick that up later'. Thranduil then strode quickly into his dressing room and tossed the rest of his attire onto the ground. He had gotten dirt on the outside layers and a little bit of blood on the inside layers. He found a white cottony bandage and quickly rapped it around his back and chest. He slipped on a soft silken tunic and a pair of grey leggings. He placed the heavy silver robe about his shoulders and clasped the pin beneath his throat. He walked back out into the main room and sat down on one of the chairs and stuffed his feet into the knee high brownish bronzish boots. He pulled a comb through his long silver hair and slid his rings onto his fingers. Thranduil then placed his wooden crown back onto his head with grimace.