Title: First Encounter
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Thranduil, Erestor
Prompt: #1 Beginnings
Word Count: 737
Summary: Two elves meet for the first time and change both their lives.
Author’s Notes: Anyone who’s read Tangled Web will recognize the universe but it is not necessary to read it to understand the fic. Also the ages for Erestor and Thranduil are 3 and 5 respectively.
Erestor watched as the guard pulled the prince away and started to follow. He approached the doors as fast as his little legs could carry him only to have them slammed in his face. He stood back a moment wondering what he could do to get inside and help that elf.
He did what his ada said to do when doors were locked and knocked. When he saw that the door were not going to be opened he looked around for another entry way. Spotting an open window he approached it and carefully climbed onto to a shrub and tumbled into the hall.
Looking around he saw some large ornate doors that were slightly ajar. Entering the room he saw elves everywhere with black hair like him and his ada. Smiling he walked into the room and looked around finally spotting some blonds.
He saw an elf standing in the middle and thought he looked like his hero except older. This elf even seemed taller than his ada. Walking over to the elf he tugged on his robes.
Oropher paused in the conversation he was having wondering who was pulling on his robes. Thranduil hadn’t done it in a few years. Looking down he saw a tiny child with a shock of black hair and alabaster skin.
“Yes? Little one are you lost?”
“No, I wanted to talk to you about your son.”
“My son? Has he gotten into trouble again?”
“No he saved me. There was…” Erestor bit his lip, knowing he really wasn’t supposed to lie. “There was this monster…it was…a dragon…yes a dragon and it breathed fire and it was attacking me…”
“I see,” Oropher said with a raised brow that Erestor didn’t notice as he continued to fabricate his tale. The king of Greenwood listened with half an ear as the tale became wilder and wilder. The only thing catching his attention the fact that the child was so well spoken at such a young age.
“And then it tore his tunic and flew away.”
“And what would you like me to do about that?”
“Um, the elf said he would be ‘beaten soundly’ for messing up his robes and fighting. I don’t want him to be in trouble. I wanted him to come out and play with me.”
Oropher filed away the threat, making sure to keep the guard away from his son in the future knowing that while the threat was empty that was not the kind of discipline he wished.
“You know my son is very important. He has many things to learn and many other friends. What if he has no interest playing with someone who would he would consider a baby.”
“I’m not a baby,” Erestor mumbled his voice cracking slightly. “I’m 15.”
Oropher raised his brow in surprise. He would have placed Erestor at 10 at the most. “And if Thranduil does not wish to be your friend? What if he was just being nice protecting you from the ‘dragon’ then what?”
Erestor finally looked up at the stern face and tears filled his eyes as he stumbled away. No one would ever want to be his friend. Oropher lowered himself to his knees pulling Erestor back to him.
“Why did you think Thranduil wanted to be your friend?”
“He made the other kids stop throwing rocks at me. He didn’t throw any.”
“Bring in Thranduil!” Oropher called even as he wiped Erestor’s eyes.
Thranduil was brought in and Oropher could see the tears and snags in his new formal clothes and rolled his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t have left him to his own devises for so long.
“Thranduil this is…what is your name?”
“Erestor,” he mumbled.
“Erestor. Now Thranduil I would like you to show Erestor around. You two are about the same age. I will come visit you in some hours.”
The two children looked at each other shyly before Thranduil extended his hand and Erestor took it and they made their way out hand in hand.