Title: Good intentions

 

Author: Trinilee Greenleaf

 

Email: becscatz@tiscali.co.uk

 

Disclaimer: *sob* they’re not mine…not even legolas!! *sniff*

 

Rating: K

 

Summary: Legolas’ good intentions get him into trouble

 

Authors note: Legolas is roughly the age of five in human years

 

Authors note: Rithil is not an elvish name. I made it up and so it means nothing.

 

Authors note: I believe that Greenwood did not turn into Mirkwood until after legolas had been born and had grown up a little bit so in my story I refer to him sometimes as the Prince of Greenwood.

 

Thoughts will be in these //

 

Tiny footsteps were the only things to be heard that morning in the dark corridor that led to the kitchen. But there was no-one around to hear them, except the one who made the noises and he was far too busy thinking of how pleased the twins would be and how proud Lord Elrond would be, when they ate the surprise that he had in store for them.

 

// I can’t wait to see the twins faces // thought the blonde-haired elfling excitedly.

 

Legolas had been planning this for a while now. To thank the peredhils for all that they had done for him, he was going to cook them breakfast. He had thought about doing pancakes, but then remembered that Elrohir wasn’t a big fan of pancakes and had so decided to make eggs, bacon and toast, with orange juice of course. He couldn’t forget the orange juice as he knew that Elladan always enjoyed a glass of the fruit juice in the mornings with his breakfast.

 

He hadn’t asked anyone to help him as he wanted to show everyone that he was a big boy and could do things for himself. So he knew that the best time to make it would be before everybody else was awake.

 

The elfling crept into the kitchen, closing the door behind him.

 

He found the tiny green apron decorated with leaves that had been made especially for him as he liked to help prepare the meals with Rithil, the head cook, and put it on. When I say prepare really all the tiny elfling did was follow Rithil about and stir when and where it was needed, but legolas enjoyed it all the same.

 

He got all the ingredients that he would need and placed them on the counter.

 

He then went about finding a bowl to crack the eggs into. He looked around, turning his little head this way and that. He then thought to look up and saw the bowls sitting high on shelf way out of reach of inquisitive elflings. Legolas was not deterred though and placed his little hands on the top of the counter. He managed to hoist himself up, after much kicking and flailing of his legs, and then grabbed onto the shelf that was above him.

 

The young Greenwood prince then managed to climb up two more shelves until his bright, sky-blue eyes were level with the bowl that he wanted. He reached out for it and then experienced the most horrible feeling of weightlessness as the tiny elfling realised that he had let go of the shelf to grab the bowl.

 

The horrible feeling continued for a few moments until with a thud, legolas hit the stone floor. The horrible feeling left but unfortunately so did every other feeling in his small body as consciousness fled him.

 

*~*~*~*~

 

“‘Dan are you awake yet?”

 

“No,” came the grumble that did not sound at all elvish-like.

 

“Come on ‘Dan get up. I’m starving. Let’s go down to the kitchens and make ourselves something to eat. I don’t think I’ll survive until breakfast.”

 

For effect, Elrohir peredhil, twin brother of Elladan peredhil who was at this moment wishing he wasn’t, collapsed on top of his brother, apparently fainting. After a brief struggle, Elladan managed to free himself from underneath his brother and chucked a pillow at him.

 

Elrohir did the same in retaliation and after a brief pillow fight, which ended just as quickly as the afore mentioned struggle, the twins got dressed and made their way quietly down to the kitchens, following the same route that a little elfling had, not more than an hour ago.

 

“‘Ro?”

 

The younger twin stopped, “What?”

 

“Is the kitchen door usually shut?”

 

“No, never. Why?”

 

“Look,” Elladan pointed to the door and then nodded to his twin. Moving as soundlessly as only an elf could, Elrohir moved to one side of the door, whilst Elladan moved to the other. They both listened with their heightened hearing and then shook their heads as each other.

 

Elrohir turned the door handle and slowly pushed the door open. The twins entered cautiously and looked around. They could see no-body. They walked into the kitchen and took a better look at their surroundings.

 

With a cry, Elladan ran over to the corner of the room and bent down. Elrohir followed him over and gasped in shock at what he saw. Legolas was lying in a pool of his own blood and was apparently unconsciousness.

 

Without a word from his brother, Elrohir rushed out of the kitchen to find his ada. He literally ran into him after he had climbed the stairs.

 

“I heard someone cry out. Is Elladan alright?”

 

“He’s fine,” explained Elrohir breathlessly, “its legolas.”

 

//Legolas? What could have happened to that little elfling now?// thought Lord Elrond as he raced after his son, carrying the bag of healing herbs that he had grabbed from the corner of his room where he kept them for just such an emergency.

 

Sprinting down to the kitchen, the Lord of Imladris and his son could not help but worry for the tiny Prince that visited them almost all the time. The bond had been made between the two families when Thranduil and his wife, who was then heavily pregnant with legolas, had come to stay in Imladris. Unfortunately, the Royals had been unable to return home as the mountain pass had been closed up with snow. The Queen had gone into labour and after a very long and hard struggle; she finally gave birth to legolas. The birth was a difficult one but with Elrond on hand; both the Queen and the Prince had survived. Although, they were not sure that legolas would for quite a long time as he was very, very small. But he pulled through and ever since then had become a very welcome and frequent visitor to Rivendell.

 

Rushing through the kitchen door, they found Elladan trying frantically to wake legolas up.

 

“He won’t wake ada, he won’t wake and I’m scared.”

 

Elrond looked up from where he had knelt beside the golden-haired Prince and his heart nearly broke at the sight of the tears running down both his son’s faces.

 

“It will be alright my sons.” He encased both of them in a hug and then set about to work. “Lift his head up gently for me Elladan, so that I can see the damage.”

 

As they did this, Elrohir fetched a bowl of warm water and a cloth.

 

“You will to bring me a pair of tweezers too ion nin, as it seems that legolas has many pieces of glass stuck in his skin.”

 

Elrohir did as he was told and then sat worriedly beside legolas absently stroking the Prince’s hair.

 

// What could he have been doing? Why was he up so early? Why does he have glass in his skin? Why is he lying there unconscious?!// Elrohir so badly wanted the elfling to wake up so that he could answer these questions but that did not look likely to happen any time soon.

 

They cleaned legolas’ head wound an after assessing that the damage was not great, Lord Elrond bound it with a length of white cloth. The twins then helped their father remove each tiny piece of glass that was stuck in the elfling’s skin and cleaning each cut.

 

“We will monitor him until he wakes up, which hopefully will be some time around tomorrow afternoon. Then he can answer all our questions,” explained Lord Elrond apparently reading his son’s thoughts.”

 

They carefully moved legolas to his room and set about waiting for him to wake up. A servant bought breakfast, lunch and dinner up for the family and even though they ate most of the food brought to them, none of them seemed very hungry.

 

*~*~*~*~

 

Pain, pain everywhere. No, not everywhere, just his head. Why was his head hurting? Why was he lying down? What happened?

 

“We were hoping you could tell us that, penneth.”

 

Legolas had no idea that he had said his last thought out loud and was even more surprised when he realised that his eyes were closed. Very slowly, he managed to pry his eyes open and was met with three very worried faces hovering above him. Two of which looked exactly the same.

 

“’Dan? ‘Ro?”

 

“Yes, legolas, it’s us,” chorused the twins.

 

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

 

Whatever they had expected legolas to say it was not that.

 

“Why are you sorry penneth?” asked Lord Elrond quietly.

 

“’Cos I didn’t get to finish making your breakfast. At their puzzled looks Legolas told them all about his intentions to cook them breakfast and how he had fallen off the shelf.

 

“Oh, legolas! You didn’t need to cook us breakfast to show how much you love us!”

 

“But I wanted to show you,” Legolas’ voice had become quieter and his eyes had begun to droop. This conversation had taken a lot out of him and he suddenly felt very tired.

 

“Go to sleep, penneth. But before you do I want you to promise me something.”

 

“What?” Legolas said with a huge yawn that made the elder elves smile.

 

“That you know that we love you and that you will ask for help next time you want to do something like this. Will you promise me that penneth?”

 

“Yes, Lord Elrond.”

 

“Then goodnight, and pleasant dreams, legolas”

 

“Goodnight,” legolas replied around a yawn.

 

After receiving a hug from each of the peredhils, legolas finally let his eyes close and the tiny prince wandered off into the land of Elvin dreams.

 

I Veth

(The End)