Guardian; Chapter 19: Safely at Home Again
Story Info
Title: Guardian
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
Era: Third Age of the Sun
Genre: Drama, Action/Adventure (“AU”)
Rating: T / FRT
Characters: Legolas, Thranduil (, OCs)
Summary: Soon after Legolas’ birth, there was a bodyguard chosen for him, as had been the custom in the royal family. But how was Rafél chosen to this task, and did he accept his new duty immediately and without hesitating? How did the young Prince of Mirkwood receive his guardian? And most of all, how did they befriend and grew inseparable…
Part of the history of “The Last Journey”. Complete.
Warnings: Violence, mentioning of death.
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Chapter 19: Safely at Home Again
Galenrosiel sat alone in the garden, staring at the bench of flowers with unseeing eyes. She was exhausted. She hadn’t slept at all last night, and even if that should not have an effect to an Elf, it affected her. But even more than not sleeping she was wearied down by worry for her youngest child, her husband and oldest son. There had been no news from the searching group since they had left, and the Queen of Mirkwood was growing more agitated with every passing minute.
“My Lady?” came a shaky voice from the gate of the garden.
Galenrosiel turned around, seeing one of the guards wait for her response. “What is it?”
“The King has returned, my Lady,” the guard said. “The searching group is currently on a courtyard, and they have been successful.”
With a joyous gasp, Galenrosiel stood up, quickly making her way to the courtyard before the gates of the palace.
“Nana!” rang out a clear voice as soon as Galenrosiel came into view, and the Queen bent down, taking the running Legolas to her arms, embracing him hard. “I am sorry I worried you, Nana,” Legolas whispered.
“Oh my dearest, I am so glad you are home,” Galenrosiel gasped, drawing away from her son so she could see his face. “Never do such a thing again. Promise me. I could not bear loosing you, my Greenleaf.”
“Yes, Nana,” Legolas smiled, the kissed his mother’s cheek. “I love you, Nana,” he whispered, hugging her again.
“My dear,” came a deeper voice, and Galenrosiel looked up, giving Thranduil a smile. Bending down, Thranduil kissed her gently, smoothing her hair. “We are all home, safe and sound, like I promised.”
“So you are, my love,” Galenrosiel said, rising to stand. “Thank you.”
Legolas drew away, sensing that his parents wished to be alone for a moment. Smiling to themselves, Tirifëa and Lossaurion stepped beside Legolas, watching their parents embrace. “Well, we are home again,” Lossaurion said. “Happy ending we have here, after all.”
“Not quite yet,” Aduifan put in, his gaze upon Legolas.
“What do you mean?” Tirifëa asked, frowning.
“We still have a little chat to come,” his guardian said, “with certain novices.”
A Few days later
“If I would have your attention for a moment,” Thranduil cleared his throat, receiving the attention from every novice on the field.
Lossaurion made his best effort not to laugh at the shaken faces of the youths. Tirifëa, on his side, kept himself from elbowing his brother, wishing that Lossaurion could keep a straight face.
“As you have all heard, we had a little accident some days ago,” Thranduil continued. “This little mishap has drawn my attention, and not only because my youngest son was involved.” Thranduil let his gaze wander over his audience. “You all are in an age when you test your own limits and find your place in the society. But I hope that does not mean that you have to go to ridiculous actions while proving your worth. As for my son,” Thranduil’s gaze rested upon Legolas for some time, “I wish you to treat him like you treat any other novice. He has a equal right to learn what you are learning, and I hope you do not hinder him from doing so.”
There were nods from of the novices, and swift glances to Legolas’ direction, who stood silently beside Shannai.
“I do not wish to see such ‘adventures’ from any of you that I had to endure some days ago. I hope we all agree in this. And I am sure that for now on, our mentors will be even more attentive to notice disagreements between novices.” There was a nod from Thrénandu and other trainers. “Good. Now, I hope a good day for all of you.”
The King turned to leave, his two older sons following him. Before leaving, Lossaurion flashed a smile at Legolas, who answered with a smirk.
“Let’s get back to practices, then,” Thrénandu shouted, and Lossaurion made a quick retreat away from the captain. He had been under Thrénandu’s training enough years to know he did not want to get into re-training. Tirifëa smiled at him, remembering same things himself, and Lossaurion made a face, knowing that Tirifëa was most likely playing with an idea to post him back under Thrénandu’s command.
“Don’t even think about it…” he muttered, earning another innocent smile from the Crown Prince.
to be continued…
Story Info
Title: Guardian
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
Era: Third Age of the Sun
Genre: Drama, Action/Adventure (“AU”)
Rating: T / FRT
Characters: Legolas, Thranduil (, OCs)
Summary: Soon after Legolas’ birth, there was a bodyguard chosen for him, as had been the custom in the royal family. But how was Rafél chosen to this task, and did he accept his new duty immediately and without hesitating? How did the young Prince of Mirkwood receive his guardian? And most of all, how did they befriend and grew inseparable…
Part of the history of “The Last Journey”. Complete.
Warnings: Violence, mentioning of death.
~ ~ ~
Chapter 19: Safely at Home Again
Galenrosiel sat alone in the garden, staring at the bench of flowers with unseeing eyes. She was exhausted. She hadn’t slept at all last night, and even if that should not have an effect to an Elf, it affected her. But even more than not sleeping she was wearied down by worry for her youngest child, her husband and oldest son. There had been no news from the searching group since they had left, and the Queen of Mirkwood was growing more agitated with every passing minute.
“My Lady?” came a shaky voice from the gate of the garden.
Galenrosiel turned around, seeing one of the guards wait for her response. “What is it?”
“The King has returned, my Lady,” the guard said. “The searching group is currently on a courtyard, and they have been successful.”
With a joyous gasp, Galenrosiel stood up, quickly making her way to the courtyard before the gates of the palace.
“Nana!” rang out a clear voice as soon as Galenrosiel came into view, and the Queen bent down, taking the running Legolas to her arms, embracing him hard. “I am sorry I worried you, Nana,” Legolas whispered.
“Oh my dearest, I am so glad you are home,” Galenrosiel gasped, drawing away from her son so she could see his face. “Never do such a thing again. Promise me. I could not bear loosing you, my Greenleaf.”
“Yes, Nana,” Legolas smiled, the kissed his mother’s cheek. “I love you, Nana,” he whispered, hugging her again.
“My dear,” came a deeper voice, and Galenrosiel looked up, giving Thranduil a smile. Bending down, Thranduil kissed her gently, smoothing her hair. “We are all home, safe and sound, like I promised.”
“So you are, my love,” Galenrosiel said, rising to stand. “Thank you.”
Legolas drew away, sensing that his parents wished to be alone for a moment. Smiling to themselves, Tirifëa and Lossaurion stepped beside Legolas, watching their parents embrace. “Well, we are home again,” Lossaurion said. “Happy ending we have here, after all.”
“Not quite yet,” Aduifan put in, his gaze upon Legolas.
“What do you mean?” Tirifëa asked, frowning.
“We still have a little chat to come,” his guardian said, “with certain novices.”
A Few days later
“If I would have your attention for a moment,” Thranduil cleared his throat, receiving the attention from every novice on the field.
Lossaurion made his best effort not to laugh at the shaken faces of the youths. Tirifëa, on his side, kept himself from elbowing his brother, wishing that Lossaurion could keep a straight face.
“As you have all heard, we had a little accident some days ago,” Thranduil continued. “This little mishap has drawn my attention, and not only because my youngest son was involved.” Thranduil let his gaze wander over his audience. “You all are in an age when you test your own limits and find your place in the society. But I hope that does not mean that you have to go to ridiculous actions while proving your worth. As for my son,” Thranduil’s gaze rested upon Legolas for some time, “I wish you to treat him like you treat any other novice. He has a equal right to learn what you are learning, and I hope you do not hinder him from doing so.”
There were nods from of the novices, and swift glances to Legolas’ direction, who stood silently beside Shannai.
“I do not wish to see such ‘adventures’ from any of you that I had to endure some days ago. I hope we all agree in this. And I am sure that for now on, our mentors will be even more attentive to notice disagreements between novices.” There was a nod from Thrénandu and other trainers. “Good. Now, I hope a good day for all of you.”
The King turned to leave, his two older sons following him. Before leaving, Lossaurion flashed a smile at Legolas, who answered with a smirk.
“Let’s get back to practices, then,” Thrénandu shouted, and Lossaurion made a quick retreat away from the captain. He had been under Thrénandu’s training enough years to know he did not want to get into re-training. Tirifëa smiled at him, remembering same things himself, and Lossaurion made a face, knowing that Tirifëa was most likely playing with an idea to post him back under Thrénandu’s command.
“Don’t even think about it…” he muttered, earning another innocent smile from the Crown Prince.
to be continued…
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