Title & Chapter Number: Finding One's Roots 2/38
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Heather Lynn's Page
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of J R R Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and Tolkien Enterprises. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: SEX!!!
Betas: None
Cast: Legolas/OFC
Timeline: FotR AU
Spoilers: FotR Perhaps
Summary: This story begins in the year 3019 (S.R. 1419). The Ring is destroyed and Sauron has been overthrown. Théoden has been laid to rest. The Hobbits, Aragorn, Gandalf, the Lord and Lady of Lórien and their people, and Master Elrond and his people have departed Isengard. Legolas and Gimli have gone their own way to Fangorn Forest.
Notes: While writing this, I followed the Tolkien's books and the two movies and made up a few things as well. My timeline does not coincide with the books, only to try to keep things short! I hope the translations are correct, if not please email me so I can make any necessary repairs. I hope to add drawings soon, having just moved I will need some time. I hope you enjoy my first fan fic I've ever written, please let me know what you think! This fan fic was also part of the www.haldir-lives.org Fan Fic Challenge.
Gimli went to start the fire while Legolas picked up the girl. She was light in his arms. She hadn't blinked or moved since he had rolled her over. It was like she was in a deep sleep with her eyes open. He set her down next to the fire. "Better keep the fire small, Gimli. We don't know if there are more orcs out there."
Legolas grabbed his pack and water skin. He sat down and put the girl's head in his lap and began to wash the dried dirt and blood off her face and neck. She was badly bruised and had several deep cuts on her cheeks and forehead. He took some dried athelas that he kept in his pack and added it to a bowl of warm water. Instantly the sweet smell permeated the air around them. He gently sponged the fragrant liquid on the wounds with a clean cloth.
Legolas noticed that her eyes were trying to focus. "Ada?"
"What did she say?" asked Gimli.
"She said 'father' in….Elvish!" replied Legolas. Suddenly the girl jumped to her feet but Legolas was quicker, grabbing hold of her arm. "Do not be frightened, we will not harm you." The girl's eyes were wide with fear. "This is Gimli, son of Glion of Erebor. I am Legolas, son of Thranduil of Mirkwood. What is your name?" Legolas eased his grip on the girl's arm. She quickly tried to get away once more. This time he wrapped his arms about her, holding her to him. "Please! Do not run!" he said, looking into her frightened eyes. "We will not hurt you!"
He saw tears welling up in her eyes. Her body started to convulse with sobbing and she collapsed in Legolas' arms. Legolas could feel tremendous grief pouring from the girl. He held her tight in his arms, stroking her head. After several minutes he felt her crying lessen and released his hold on her. "Please, can you tell us your name?"
"M... my… my name is Jelena, daughter of….." She paused taking a deep breath to calm down. "Maerdir."
Legolas' mouth dropped open. "Maerdir? He was one of my father's guards. He has been missing for 35 years! Where is he now?"
Tears flowed down Jelena's cheeks. "He is dead. He was killed last night. An orc arrow pierced his heart."
"And your mother? Where is she?" asked Legolas.
"She died giving birth to me. My father and the others raised me."
"Others?" Gimli asked.
Jelena let out a big yawn. Legolas saw her fatigue and sat her down. She had talked enough for now. "You need your rest. Would you like something to eat? We don't have much, just some lembas. Perhaps you would like to wash as well. There is a stream nearby."
Jelena desperately wanted to wash. It had been two days since she and her father had escaped, without water and food. Legolas and Gimli led her down to the stream. They both stood guard as she took off the filthy cloak and waded in. She wore a threadbare dress, looking more like an old sack with holes cut into it for her arms and head. It was torn in many places down her back and bloodstained.
"Is your back hurt? Does it need tending?" Legolas asked, concerned.
"The wounds are old," Jelena said. She didn't feel like discussing them. All she wanted to do was get clean. Legolas gave her a bowl of warm water with some soapwort leaves so she could wash. She scrubbed her head and hair and poured the rest over her clothes and rinsed off in the slow-moving water.
"I have a tunic for you to use while your clothes dry." Legolas took notice of her height. She came up to just below his shoulders, about 5 feet tall. She was thin, looking a bit malnourished. He handed her a cloth to dry off with. While she dried her hair, Legolas looked down at her feet. They were long like Hobbit's feet but were not hairy. She had small, pointed ears. He looked at her back, seeing long deep gashes. "Your back needs tending. What happened to you?"
"The orcs beat me," she said, nonchalantly. She was too tired to go into anything right now. All she wanted to do was sleep. She began to remove her tattered dress and realized that Legolas and Gimli were both staring at her. Both seeing her look they quickly turned their backs.
After she was dressed, they went back to the fire. Gimli removed some lembas from a pack, grumbling something in Dwarvish about it that made Legolas smile. He handed a piece to Jelena, who quickly crammed it into her mouth, suddenly realizing how famished she was. Gimli handed her his piece that she also quickly ate.
"So where was your mother from?" asked Gimli bluntly. "It is obvious that she wasn't an Elf."
"No, she was from a place called Hobbiton." She was beginning to feel very sleepy.
"Hobbiton!! A Hobbit? Your mother was a Hobbit?" asked Gimli. "We have four very good friends who are Hobbits. Perhaps you know them."
"I have never been there. I haven't been anywhere." She lay down next to the fire, soaking up its warmth. Her eyelids felt heavy.
"What was your mother's name?" asked Legolas.
"Iris. Iris Took." Jelena fell asleep, not noticing the surprised looks on her new companions' faces.
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