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Guardian; Chapter 14: Planning

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Title: Guardian
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at)
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 14: Planning

Later that evening

Legolas opened the door of the library slowly, pushing his head inside and watching about himself. No one seemed to be in at the moment, though that was no wonder: it was very late. Quietly, Legolas slipped inside the big, dim room and closed the door. Less careful now, Legolas crossed the room, his head whipping around. He had not much time to find what he was looking for, and the last thing he wanted to happen would be his father finding him here. Or Rafél.

Acknowledging this, the young Prince sped up his search, his eyes now searching the upper levels of the high shelves. He had a vague recollection of the position of the maps on the many shelves, but now it seemed that his task would be more difficult than he had expected.

With a sigh, Legolas stood on his tiptoes, his sharp eyes scanning the racks. Finally he noticed several large scrolls on the top of one shelf, and smiling victoriously at himself, he ran closer. Now there was only one more problem: how would he get the maps down? They were several feet above him, and Legolas doubted that even a tall chair would help.

Keeping his hopes high, Legolas dragged one of the chairs closer, pulling himself up to stand on it. He reached up with his hand, but still he was too low. Biting his lip, Legolas thought about the situation. Then, placing his foot to a lower shelf, he climbed up carefully. He still had no idea, however, how he could get the maps down without doing them damage. The Elves running the library were always angry when some of the old books or parchments were dropped to the floor, and at the moment, the drop would be a rather high one.

Suddenly the door of the library was opened, and an Elf stepped inside. Legolas froze, his breath catching to his throat. But then he let out a sigh of relief.

The Elf that had entered the room raised his head, spotting the Elfling on the other side of the room. A small smile appeared to his face, and he crossed the distance swiftly. “Legolas, what are you doing up there?” Tirifëa asked gently, at the same time lifting his brother back to the ground.

“I was looking for some maps,” Legolas answered, watching back up from his place on the floor.

“Why didn’t you ask someone to help you?” Tirifëa asked, glancing to the direction of the place where the librarian usually sat. At this time of the day – or evening, rather – the stool was empty, of course. “Well, never mind. I will help you.”

“Thank you,” Legolas smiled, looking anxiously at the maps when Tirifëa reached up to get them. The Crown Prince was soon done with the task, lowering his load to a nearby table. Legolas rushed to his side, his blue eyes shining with happiness and excitement.

“What are you looking for?” Tirifëa asked casually, sorting out the maps.

“An area around the Mountains of Mirkwood,” Legolas answered, as if the entire thing was of little importance. “Have you been there?” the youth then asked, looking up at his brother.

“I have seen many places of our realm,” Tirifëa answered, trying to find a sufficient map, “but Ada has seen all of it, I could say. You should ask him.”

“It’s not really important…” Legolas mumbled, “I just wanted to see some things on a map.”

Tirifëa nodded, opening one of the scrolls. “This is a quite a good one.”

“Thank you,” Legolas said again, pushing himself closer to the map, forcing Tirifëa away from the table.

“Well, in the case you won’t need me anymore, I will go to bed,” Tirifëa said, smiling, and bent down to kiss his brother’s forehead. “Just leave the maps there, someone will put them back on their places tomorrow. And do not stay up too late,” he called, opening the door. Legolas only nodded, frowning, too concentrated on his current task to listen his brother. With a shake of his head, Tirifëa left the room, feeling very ready for his own soft bed.

Legolas, after being sure Tirifëa had really left, drew a paper and a pencil from his pocket and then started to copy the map. He knew he had found it. There could not be two such valleys so near the Mountains. Them map was quite big and detailed, and he easily found a drawn valley that was for some reason coloured more darkly than the others. It seemed a perfect place for a dark valley that had an old, evil tree in it.

to be continued…

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Tags: character: legolas, fandom: the lord of the rings, series: the journey

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