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Guardian; Chapter 1: A Plan

June 28th, 2006 (07:38 pm)
jubilant

current mood: jubilant

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.

Beta: Kitt of Lindon

Disclaimer: This story is based on J.R.R. Tolkien’s stories about Middle-earth (mostly on the Lord of the Rings). The characters are not mine - except for those whom I have created. The story is written to honour Tolkien’s creations.

Have a good time and enjoy the ride (at least I hope you do!)

Feedback: Yes, please, be so kind! Please review, I would love to know your opinion.

Author’s Notes: English is not my mother tongue, so it isn’t perfect. Please inform me of spelling and grammar errors, so I can correct them!


About Guardian: A fond (or not so fond) look into the early years of Legolas’ and how he first learned to know Rafél. A lot of twists, turns and bounces on the way, no doubt…

Of Legolas’ mother and the Queen of Mirkwood isn’t told anything, so I have to create her all by myself. Quite clear is that she is dead or left Middle-earth before the events of the “Hobbit”. But how long before that, who knows?


Chapters and their status: Here below you see the writing process of the story’s chapters (this story will be a rather long, but I hope it will be worth waiting). If there is no text after the chapter’s name, then it is finished and checked (until someone of my dear readers points me out some mistake, or I will do some updating…) so, check this page, because here I will mark the dates of the updates…

01 A Plan
02 Birth
03 Decision of Future
04 Request
05 Considering Options
06 Accepting Duty
07 First Day
08 Path of Warrior
09 Practice Makes a Master…
10 Rebellion
11 Brotherly Advises
12 Conciliation
13 Dare
14 Planning
15 Disappearance
16 Searching and Tracking
17 The Old Tree
18 Webs and Arrows
19 Safely at Home Again
20 True Beginning





OC's Introductions:





Galenrosiel
Race: Sindar Elf of Mirkwood
Legolas' mother and the Queen of Mirkwood, wife of Thranduil. Pale golden hair, light green eyes with a hint of blue.

Tirifëa
Race: Sindar Elf of Eryn Lasgalen
Age: Born in the Second Age
Legolas' oldest brother and the Crown-Prince of the Woodland Realm. Long golden hair and deep grey eyes.

Lossaurion
Race: Sindar Elf of Eryn Lasgalen
Age: Born in the Second Age
Legolas' older brother and a Prince of the Woodland Realm. Long golden hair and light blue eyes with a hint of green.

Aduifan
Race: Sindar Elf of Eryn Lasgalen
Age: Born in the end of the First Age
Tirifëa's bodyguard. Light bronze hair and grey eyes. A skilled warrior. One of those few Sindarin Elves who came with Oropher to the Greenwood the Great.

Mîrfanya
Race: Sindar Elf of Eryn Lasgalen
Age: Born in the First Age
Lossaurion's bodyguard. Auburn hair and green eyes. A skilled warrior. One of those few Sindarin Elves who came with Oropher to the Greenwood the Great.

Rafél
Race: Sindar Elf of Eryn Lasgalen
Age: Born during the Age of the Stars
One of those few Sindarin Elves who came with Oropher to the Greenwood the Great, and fought in the Battle of Dagorlad. A captain and a remarkable soldier in Woodland Realm's forces. Unlike (usually) to Sindar Elves, he has deep brown eyes. Long, very light, nearly white, brownish hair.

Thrénandu
Race: Silvan Elf of Eryn Lasgalen
Age: Born on the Second Age
Captain in Woodland Realm's forces. Has been Legolas' tutor since the Prince started to practice as a Novice. Long golden hair and light blue eyes. Uses both bow and sword with years of experience.

Shannai
Race: Silvan Elf of Eryn Lasgalen
Age: Born in the beginning of the Third Age
Long bronze hair, light green eyes. Prefers to fight with a sword or knives, not very good archer by Elven standards. Few centuries older that Legolas, and has befriended the Prince since his childhood. Possesses a very unusual nature for an Elf: loves to befriend other races and is interested about them and their culture. Remembers the heard stories well and likes to tell them anew. Excellent sense of humour.




Foreign languages in Guardian:




Author’s note: I have tried to make the languages of Middle-earth right, just like Tolkien wrote them. Every time I find right translation for a sentence, I’ll update this page as well as the chapter where the sentence is. If you know the real translations for some sentences, please inform me (I use the languages used in the movies and books, which are supposed to be the right ones.)
Hannon le!



)Sindarin(: - Westron:

Ada - Affectionate form of father (adar)
Adar - Father
Hannon le – Thank you Mae govannen - Well met
Nana - Affectionate form of mother (naneth)
Naneth - Mother




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Author’s Note: All phrases in this story are “spoken” in Sindarin (I do not believe that the Elves would use Westron among each other, in their own realm.) If other languages are used, I will mark them.




Chapter 1: A Plan



Third Age of the Sun

Mirkwood


The morning was absolutely perfect. The sun shone down to the forest floor through a thick layer of branches, making the air glow with green light. The air was warm, yet a slow, fresh breath of wind travelled among the trees, giving the atmosphere just the right coolness. Birds sang in the treetops, their clear voices joining to the music of the trees.

Thranduil filled his lungs with morning air, feeling utterly content. He had woken up some hours ago, and there was still time before he would have to go to his duties. Until then, he could spend his time with his wife, and share the morning’s wonders with her.

Not a moment later the Queen of Woodland Realm stepped beside her husband on the balcony of their rooms, and Thranduil drew her close, gently wrapping his arms around her pregnant form. Galenrosiel nuzzled closer to him, letting out a content sigh.

They stood thus for a moment, enjoying each other’s closeness. Thranduil rubbed his hand adoringly over his wife’s belly, feeling the slight movement of their unborn child inside her. The feel of his offspring filled Thranduil with pride, and he hugged his beloved closer, dropping a loving kiss to her forehead. Even if the King already had two sons, the coming child filled him with equal happiness and wonder as his earlier children.

“Thranduil?” Galenrosiel asked quietly.

“Anything, my dear.”

The Queen laughed and looked up to her husband, her eyes shining with joy. Then her face turned more serious as she continued. “I have been thinking about our new child.”

Thranduil raised an eyebrow, wondering if there had been a moment when she hadn’t thought about their coming child after she had realised she was pregnant again. “What have you been thinking? It must be something important.”

“It is,” she smiled, and continued, “I have been thinking whom we shall choose to be out child’s guardian.”

Thranduil stared at his wife in disbelief. “Do you not think you are a little early with those thoughts?”

Galenrosiel frowned, staring at Thranduil adamantly. “I am not too early. It will be an important decision, and one we must give much thought.”

“I still think you are too early. It will be years before our little one shall be trained to be a warrior. And what if it will be a girl?” Thranduil argued softly.

“If the shadow grows as it has grown at the last decades, our child will need a protector. As long as the shadow remains, our children shall not be safe. Tirifëa and Lossaurion are both adults already, and yet they have not given up of their own bodyguards. That must mean something.”

Thranduil sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to win this argument. “I still say we should take one step at the time.”

“But you will give some thought for it?” Galenrosiel asked insistently.

“Of course, my love. How could I not?” Thranduil promised, sealing it with a kiss to her lips.




to be continued…