Little Middle Earth Short Stories

Little Legolas

Legolas sat amongst the leaves of the blossom tree, holding on tightly onto the thick branch. "Ada!" he cried excitedly,

"What is it Ion nin?"

Legolas giggled and began to rock gently back and forth on the branch. Unaware of the danger legolas tried to stand but the weight was far to great and the branch snapped.

He cried out in surprise and made a feeble reach for another branch but instead felt himself slam hard into the ground. Thranduil heard his son crying and found him clutching his arm, with tears streaming down his mud-stained face. Thranduil sighed and fell to his knees and took legolas's arm in his hand gently prodding it. "Now now my little leaf," he said gently picking up his son. His tears subsided and he buried deeper into his fathers arm, comforted by his presence.

Thranduil laid his son gently onto his bed and confronted him. "Does it still hurt, legolas?" Legolas wiped the last of his tears and looked up to his father and replied, "No ada, it dosen't hurt anymore." Smiling, Thranduil began to wipe away the patches of mud on his face, making Legolas scrunch up his face.

"Why did you make such a fuss then?" Legolas stretched his little arms towards his father and mumbled sleepily, "Because you weren't there Ada." Laughing, Thranduil grabbed his son and lifted him into the air making him squeal in excitement.

Embracing him in a hug Thranduil poked his cheek before saying, "How about we forget about this and go downstairs, Elrond will be here soon." At this, Legolas's face lit up and he squirmed in his fathers arms, trying to get down. Giggling he went downstairs only to be met with the sight of Elrond and his sons, Elladan and Elrohir. Crying out in excitement Legolas ran towards the garden signalling Elladan and Elrohir to follow.

He hid amongst the bushes and clamped his hands over his mouth stifling a laugh. "Legolas," Elladan called. Smiling, Legolas crept up behind him and placed his arms around his leg. Stumbling, Elladan laughed and grabbed at him, lifting him up and tickling him. Legolas laughed and wrestled from his grip and fell back, hiccuping. "It's so good to see you again," legolas said in between hiccups.

Smiling Elrohir pulled a wooden sword from his belt and proudly showed Legolas. "Ada, gave this to us on our 11th birthday." Legolas watched as Elladan pulled his own sword out and challenged Elrohir to a battle. Clapping his hands in delight, he made a grab for a wooden stick and began swinging it back and forth. "Hey, hey," Elladan called grabbing the stick from Legolas's grip, "Not just yet, little leaf."

"Oh c'mon Elladan, don't be such an orc," Elrohir exclaimed rolling his eyes and wrenching the stick from Elladan's grasp. "Hey how about I teach you Legolas?"

Nodding his head in delight, he grabbed the stick and watched Elrohir closely, mimicking him. Noon came and went, and Legolas slumped against the tree and yawned exhasutedly. His grip on the stick loosened and Elladan gently lifted him up and carried him towards Thranduil. "Ah, there they are," Thranduil said taking Legolas from Elladan.

"Elladan, Elrohir," Elrond called. Elladan ran towards his father but Elrohir stayed behind. "What is is Elrohir?" Shuffling from one foot to another, Elrohir showed thranduil his sword and said, "I want to give this to Legolas as a gift." Smiling, Thranduil graciously accepted and replied, "He will be most pleased with this, thank you Elrohir." Elrohir smiled and ran towards his father.

Carrying the sleeping Legolas upstairs he placed him into his bed and sat besides him, watching his small chest rise up and down with each breath. Opening his eyes, Legolas smiled and reached for his father.

Embracing his son, he showed him the sword that Elrohir had given him and Legolas smiled tiredly. "Ada."

"Yes ion nin?"

"Will you teach me tomorrow how to use a bow like you?"

Laughing he replied, "We'll see." Clutching at his father's robes, he buried his face deeper into the soft material and fell asleep, a small smile plastered on his face.