Can I Keep Him?|
It had been a while since King
Thranduil walked with his son into the woods of his homeland. He knew
that the little one enjoyed the beauty and scents of nature, and desired
to see more; and he wanted to give him that.
Legolas ran away from his father,
but Thranduil kept a close eye on him, fearful of any danger that might
follow them. He knew that he was taking a huge risk by not taking the
guards with him; but he just wanted a father-son trip.
"Legolas, wait for me
my son," Thranduil called as he tried to keep up with his son who
was running around.
'It seems that you barely left
my side, and here you are running and searching for something,' Thranduil
thought as he watched his son, his eyes shining with excitement.
He noticed something on the
grass that Legolas was close to touching..
Thranduil, worried that his
son might get hurt in some way, hurried over to him. It could be an
enemy trick. They had done it before and they would probably do it again.
"Wait Legolas, do not
touch it," Thranduil warned his son, but it was too late.
Legolas touched it and was
surprised to hear a voice coming from it.
"It is talking adar."
Legolas mumbled and observed the thing in front of him.
"It has very wide eyes
Adar, what is that thing?" Legolas asked with curiosity.
"Wide eyes?" Thranduil
asked as he came closer and knelt beside his son.
"It is not an it. He is
a human child, my son," Thranduil explained when he found his error.
"His mother must be around here looking for him."
"He looks like a doll
that you gave me once, Adar," Legolas told to his father.
"Is that so? What kind
of doll?" Thranduil asked.
"Like the dwarf doll that
you gave me." Legolas jumped around.
"Maybe. But he has no
beard. And look at him," Thranduil pointed toward the child that
moved, "He is moving. Therefore, ion, he is not a doll."
"Can I keep him Adar?"
Legolas asked. To him it was a doll. It looked like a doll; and if you
pushed it, it moved and talked.
"No you cannot my son.
He is a human baby, and you must remember it." Thranduil told his
son, knowing that it was going to be a very long day.
"Why not?" Legolas
asked, staring at his father. He wanted to know the real reason, although
his father already told him that.
"Because he does not belong
to you. He is not a thing that you can take for granted. He is only
a baby that needs to be taken care of." Thranduil replied.
"Can I? I am very
big, and you are always telling me how responsible I am," Legolas
"But you are only a child,"
Thranduil spoke softly, noticing how his son wanted it deeply. "There
would be times when I could not help you and you would need to do it
all by yourself. You would need to feed him, wash him and play with
him. Could you do it?"
"I will and I can,"
Legolas answered his father and walked toward the child who observed
his golden hair that shone with the ray of the sun. "Ouch…
Adar he is hurting my hair."
"I am not here my son.
After all he is your responsibility now," Thranduil replied
to his son. He watched him as he tried to handle the boy alone, although
his heart ached for his son's pain.
"DADA…" the boy
called to him and stood only to fall down.
"I am going to take care
of you," Legolas confirmed and tried to help him to stand.
The boy lunged at Legolas and
made the elfling fall on the soft ground.
"Adar, help me."
Legolas asked his father.
Thranduil sighed heavily and
walked over to help his son.
The king gathered the baby
in his arms and asked softly, "What is your name, little one?"
"'Gorn," The baby
replied. Thranduil noticed that the baby missed some of his name.
"My name is Thranduil,
can you say my name?" Thranduil introduced himself.
"Duil?" the baby
"Come, my son, we should
head back, and I need to ask the maids to help me with him." Thranduil
told his son.
"Why should you ask help
from the maids, Adar?" Legolas asked, not knowing what his father
needed the maids for.
"He needs to have his
dressing changed, and he smells." Thranduil replied.
"May I teach him Elvish?"
"Maybe after he gets cleaned
and fed," Thranduil replied and then added, "I'd hoped that
the baby could tell us what his full name is."
Thranduil helped his son take
care of the baby, though he did not wish to connect any emotional attachment
with him knowing how painful it could be if something were to happen
to him; or if his mother might show up and be grateful to them for looking
after her baby. He tried to make Legolas understand that, but his son
"I. Am. Legolas,"
Legolas slowly told the baby as he spoke Elvish to him.
"Ada, I do not understand
what he is saying, is he evil?" Legolas turned to ask his father
as the baby moaned something in another language.
"He is not look like someone
that can hurt, ion, although he is enjoying playing with you as it seems."
Thranduil replied smiling to his son.
"Then Adar, what is that
language?" Legolas asked, while he tried to keep the baby he held
in his lap busy, not wishing him to fall to the ground.
"It is human language,
my son." Thranduil replied.
"How do you know?"
Legolas sat beside his father. The baby tried to reach to his golden
hair and succeeded.
"Ouch… Adar he is hurting
me," Legolas muttered, but tried to stay calm for the baby. He
hated it when he cried and screamed.
"He is only playing with
you. And you, my son, need to cooperate," Thranduil suggested as
he stared at the baby's gray-blue eyes. The baby had certainly found
his way to his heart.
"How will I cooperate
if I do not understand him?" Legolas asked.
Thranduil sighed heavily. His
son was stubborn and his attitude reminded him of himself when he was
an elfling and his Adar wanted him to understand.
"Just play with him and
everything will be all right," Thranduil assured him.
"Can I play with him outside?"
Legolas asked. He could feel the walls closing him in, as he needed
the freedom and the touch of the wind on his body, and also the last
light of the sun.
"You can, but do not go
far," Thranduil told him as he watched his son, and the baby that
they had found in the woods, leave the room.
Thranduil sighed as he sat
in his chair relaxing into the peace and quiet.
A few moments later Legolas
burst into the room, shaking and crying…
Thranduil hurried to his son's
side and fearfully asked him what had happened when he did not see the
baby near him. He also feared that there might be someone who hurt his
"I cannot find him…"
"What game did you play?"
Thranduil asked as he tried to embrace his son to ease away his trembling.
"Hide and Seek,"
Legolas replied. "It was the better option, because I love climbing,
but I do not wish him to get hurt."
"You are right, my son.
Though we do need to find him soon before the darkness and shadows surround
They wandered around but there
was no trace of the baby, not even a sound.
The king kept looking though,
as he saw the regret and guilt that was marked on his son's face. He
knew that his elfling had become attached to the baby. He was falling
for the baby as well. He did not wish his son to live with the pain
that was growing at each day that passed.
Thranduil searched under every
bush around until he found what he was looking for.
There, in his hands, the baby
"You found him,"
Legolas jumped for joy, as he took the baby from his father. "He
will sleep close to me and I will make sure not to lose him again. After
all he is my little brother."
Thranduil smiled at Legolas'
words, and could feel a tear slipping from his eyes.