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.
Legolas woke up from his light sleep, blinking against the darkness. The sun hadn’t completely risen yet, and it was quite dim still. But he had something to do. He raised himself from the bed, swiftly searching his clothes. He did not want to wake Nana or Ada, and so he dressed up as silently as possible, slipping out of his room like a shadow.
He walked through the corridors, his bare feet making little noise. He made a swift walk to the door he knew well. Hesitating for a moment, he wondered if the occupant of the room would already be awake. Most likely he would be. Rising up to his tiptoes, Legolas opened the door, slipping inside.
Legolas walked slowly to the other side of the room, noticing the empty bed, and for a while he was worried that he was alone in the room. But then he saw the table on the far end of the room, and smile spread over his features. Ada often said that Rafél worked too long and hard, and there was a proof of it: Rafél had fallen asleep beside his table, his head resting upon his hands.
Cautiously, Legolas approached the sleeping Elf, stopping beside him. He touched Rafél’s arm hesitantly, not wishing to startle the other. Thrénandu had once said something about that startling of a warrior was not a good idea… Rafél jerked awake, his eyes resting upon Legolas for a moment before the memory returned to him.
Legolas smiled carefully at his guardian, crossing his hands behind his back. “I would like to talk to you.”
Rafél nodded, somewhat sleepily, and got up, sitting on the edge of his bed, motioning Legolas to sit beside him. Legolas accepted the invitation, glancing nervously at Rafél. “I came to… to apologise. I have been very,” the Prince searched for the word. “Careless. Annoying. But I understand you better now.” He looked up at Rafél to see how the other was reacting.
Rafél was surprised, but hid it quickly, understanding that Aduifan and Mîrfanya had something to do with this. “Do you mean that?” he asked at length.
“Yes. And it isn’t so terrible when you tell me what to do. Thrénandu does that, and I have learned a lot from him. But I will learn even more from you, will I?” Hopeful eyes rested themselves upon Rafél, and the older warrior was only able to smile.
“I have been quite difficult to you, too.”
“But we shall learn together, as Tirifëa said,” Legolas chided, smiling. “Are you still angry with me?”
“No, little one. I think I was more angry with myself than with you.”
Legolas nodded, and then he carefully took Rafél’s hand in his. “Could we skip the training today? I would like to go riding with you.”
There was no way on entire Arda that Rafél could have said no. Squeezing the little hand around his, the guardian rose to his feet, searching his riding clothes and something for them to eat.
to be continued…