Woo! The first chapter of the prequel finally up! I really hope you will enjoy this prequel! I know I will writing it! Oh! Before I forget. A few things I've changed with ages. Throin will now be 40 (equal to mans age of 20) instead of 24 (I felt better about him being older to begin courting Caladwen). and I'll be changing Frerin to 30 (equal to mans age of 15). Dis will still remain 10 (equal to mans age of 5). Everything else will remain the same. Please enjoy!


In the Beginning

Life for the young King of Greenwood has been full of emotions, some good and some awful. The moment he lost his father during The Last Alliance of elves and men against Suron and then the added stress of becoming King, this was a stressful and heartbreaking time for him, that was until he met his future wife, Faelwen, who was the daughter of one of his father's guards.

To him, and quite possibly most of the ellons in the kingdom, she was the most beautiful elleth he had ever seen. Waist length blond hair, tall and graceful with a voice that could make birds envious of her.

After the first time they met and they got to know each other more, his heart slowly healed over time. They fell in love a few years after meeting and were soon married. That day was the happiest day of his life and Thranduil thought he could never feel any more in love with anything else. That was until the birth of his son two years after.

It was a long night for the royal couple as Faelwen went into labour. The child was feeling very reluctant into making an appearance. Thranduil was brought back into his chambers when the birth was finally over and he walks in to see the most beautiful sight in all of Ardar. His wife sitting up in bed against the pillows and holding their child.

Thranduil walks over and kisses her head as he sits beside her. "Are you alright, my love?" he asks.

Faelwen smiles up at her husband. "I am never better. Here, meet your son."

The King gently took the efling into his arms and he could not help but be mesmerized at the sigh. The little boy laid swathed in a soft white blanket and staring up at him with blue/grey eyes and tufts of blond hair on his head.

"He is beautiful, Faelwen. What shall we call him?"

Faelwen smiles as she lays her head on his shoulder. "Legolas. His name shall be Legolas."

Thranduil smiles. Legolas is a fine name for his son, and he will grow to be a fine elf indeed.


As time went on, all in the kingdom had grown to love the little prince, his smile and babble being enough to warm anyone's hearts. By the time of his first birthday, like all elflings, he had already learnt how to walk, talk and dance.

Legolas was growing to be a very loveable and friendly child, always talking to anyone who walks past him and always eager to make friends with the other elflings roaming around the kingdom.

When he reached the age of five, he had already expressed a fascination with fighting and would always watch the soldiers training in the yard. His father, however had barred him from training until he had gotten further ahead in his studies. Legolas didn't mind. He was patient, he could wait.

Thranduil and Faelwen would always dote on their son, who had become their most greatest treasure. Legolas, in return, gave his parents all the love and emotion that a child could give upon his parents, as he loved his parents more than anything on this earth.

The family thought that their lives could not get any better, until five years later, when the lives of Thranduil and Legolas lives would dramatically change for better and for worse.


A few months after Legolas turned ten, Faelwen has announced that she was with child again, which Thranduil was ecstatic about the news. Of course, he loved his son with every fibre of his being, but to have another child running around the kingdom would be amazing for him.

As for Legolas, he was so happy to learn that he would become a big brother and vowed that he would protect his younger sibling, and always be there for him/her.

For the next few months, the whole kingdom was abuzz with the upcoming birth of a new prince or the first princess. However, ten months after the announcement was made, the whole kingdom would become crushed as they would lose the light of everyone who resides within. . .especially the King.


Thranduil paced in his throne room, his whole being filled with worry. Two months before, his wife had left Greenwood to visit friends in Rivendell. He had received news last month that she did not arrive, nor did any of her guard. Although, the guard were found a few miles away from the borders of Rivendell, all dead but one, who died, but without giving a message to the elves of Imaldris. The Queen had been captured by Gundabad Orcs and taken prisoner.

Thranduil had sent some of his own guard to join the elves of Rivendell to rescue his wife and unborn child. He prayed to Eru that they would be returned to him soon.

"Hir nin, Thranduil!"

Looking round, Thranduil sees one of his guards, Feren, running up the stairs towards his throne.

"What is it?"

"Mithrandir is here, he has news on Faelwen."

Thanduil's heart skipped a bit at hearing this. "Send him in, now!"

Feren nods as he runs off. Thranduil stands in front of his throne, feeling nerves running through his body. He hoped that Mithrandir had found his wife and brought her home. . .but he somehow knew that this wasn't the case. . .even though he didn't want to believe it.

Hearing footsteps, he looks up to see his men escorting an eldery man with long grey hair and beard wearing a grey robe and pointed hat, while carrying a staff in one hand, a small bundle in his other arm.

"Mithrandir, I am pleased to see you again." Thranduil greets the wizard.

Gandalf bows his head to the Elven King. "As am I to see you, I only wish it was on better terms."

"Yes, I was told you had news on Faelwen?"

He suddenly looks grim, which worries the King. "I do. . .I am afraid it is not good news."

He then proceeds to explain that after the guard was found, Gandalf and Elrond led the elven army inside Gundabad. As they stormed the stronghold, they defeated what orcs were there, but all that was left of Faelwen and her guard were ashes.

The more Gandalf talked, the more grief Thranduil felt. His beloved wife, the woman who had brought so much joy and happiness into his life, who had given him a son, was gone. And the unborn babe. . .he would never get to know his second child. . .the last gift his wife would evere have given him. . .

"There is something else, My Lord."

Thranduil looks up at this. Gandalf walks up to the elf and when he pulls back the blanket that is covering the bundle, his heart stops. Swathed inside the white material was a tiny newborn babe. The child had tufts of blond hair on the head, her body is not as willowy as what and elven child would be. Her limbs were short and stubby, like a dwarfling would be, but he knows she is his child by the pointed elven ears.

When the babe opened its eyes, Thranduil inhaled a gasp, the eyes are deep blue, which shone like the sapphires the dwarves mined in Erebor. The eyes of his late wife. Thranduil looks to Gandalf in shock.

"We found her hidden in a nearby crate. She was asleep, but we feared the worse as we knew she was not yet due to birth her. After bringing her back to Rivendell, Elrond had taken care of her for a week before she was delcared healthy enough to come home."

"Sh-She?"

Gandalf nods, a small smile gracing his wrinkled face. "Faelwen has blessed you with a daughter."

A daughter. . .he has a daughter. . .Faelwen had always longed for a little girl, and here she is. Thranduil reaches out and gently takes her from Gandalf's arms and takes a closer look. She's beautiful. . .as beautiful as her mother. . .as she looks up at him, a curious look gracing her face, she reaches up and takes hold a lock of his blond hair, holding on tight as if she knew she was home. Thranduil smiles as he places a feather light kiss on her head.

Finally managing to look away, he gives Gandalf a grateful look.

"Thank you, Mithrandir. I will never forget your help in bringing my daugther home safely.

The wizard gives him a soft smile. "I am just relieved she has survived. She is a fighter, and I am sure she will grow to become a remarkable woman."

He smiles. "I am sure she will. You must be weary from your travels, please, stay as long you need to, I will have a room prepared for you."

Gandalf bows to him. "I thank you for your hospitality."

Thranduil bows his head. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have to find my son."

Gandalf nods his head, his eyes full of sorry for the young prince. "Of course."

Thranduil lef the throne room and walks the halls thinking of what he could say to his son to lighten the grief. No child so have to go through the pain of losing a parent at such a young age. He was lucky he was an adult when he lost both of his parents, same as Faelwen. He did not know how Legolas would take the news of his mother and truly hoped he would bond well with his baby sister.

He stops at his room first and leaves his daughter with a nanny to be bathed and dressed before laying her down for a rest. He then continues on through the halls and walks out into the gardens, where he finds Legolas happily watching the warriors train. He watches his son for a few moments, knowing that in but a few moments, he would be crushing the boys happiness.

Legolas looks around at his fathers call and smiles wide, running to him.

"Ada! You just missed Calanon beating Beinion at archery! It was amazing!"

Thranduil chuckles at his sons enthusiasm with the bow. "I am truly sorry to have missed it, perhaps another day."

Both elves smile and bow as he looks over before Thranduil takes his sons hand and takes him for a walk. Reaching Faelwen's private garden, he sits Legolas on a bench before kneeling in front of him, looking into his face, wide innocent eyes staring back at him.

"Legolas, something terrible has happened."

The elfling soon loses the smile on his face at the seriousness of his father's voice.

"What is it, ada?"

He took a deep breath. "It's your mother. . .I am afraid she won't be coming back."

He looks confused. "Why? Where is she?"

Thranduil pauses for a moment. "I-I'm afraid she's passed, ion nin."

Legolas continues to look confused before his face turns to devastation, a look which broke the heart of the Elven King.

"Passed. . .nana's dead?"

At his confirmation, Legolas throws himself at his father, wrapping his arms around him and crying into his chest. Thranduil stands and sits on the bench with the child on his lap, craddling his son close and letting him cry out his grief as he ran his fingers through the boys blond hair.

Thranduil did not know how long they sat there for, but he stayed with his son, letting him cry, not saying anything apart from soothing sounds. Even though he was eager to introduce him to his sister, he did not want to interrupt him in his grief. Soon enough, Legoolas's cries reduced to sniffles and hiccups as he lay his head on his father's chest.

Gently tilting his sons head so he could see into his eyes, Thranduil softly spoke.

"Legolas, I know it is painful now, but you will heal in time. I know you will never forget your nana, no one will, just know she will always be here with you, those we love never truly leave us. She will be watching over you, so whenever you feel the need to talk with her, then do so. I know she'd love to hear whatever you have to say to her."

Legolas nods, a watery smile on his face. Thranduil wipes away his tears with his fingers before placing a kiss on the child's head. He stands, still holding his son as he walks inside.

"Now, come with me, there's someone I want you to meet."

Legolas seems to perk up at this. "Who ada?"

Thranduil says nothing, not wanting to give anything away, although it is hard to keep it secret with his son bouncing away on his hip. Once they reach his room, he sets Legolas on his feet before they walk in to find the nanny rocking the cot at the foot of the bed.

"How is she?" Thranduil asks softly.

The nanny, Valadhiel, smiles as she stands and gives the king a small bow. "She is sound asleep, My Lord."

Thranduil smiles and dissmisses Valadhiel, who bows again before leaving. Legolas looks up at his father in confusion as he walks over to the cot.

"Legolas, come meet your sister."

Legolas's eyes go wide as he looks to his father before walking over to the crib. Looking inside, he sees the smallest baby he had ever seen, (she was the first baby he'd ever seen, but that's besides the point).

"She's so small."

"She is. She was born far too early, it's a miracle that she survived. But she fought hard to come to us, do you know why?"

Legolas shakes his head.

"Because she so wants to meet her older brother and to love him with all of her little heart."

The boy smiles as he reaches in and gently strokes a cheek.

"Can I hold her?"

Thranduil smiles as he nods. "Of course. Go sit down and I'll bring her over."

Smiling, Legolas sits on the bed, his back resting against the headboard and with the help of his father, manages to carefully hold his sister close. He takes a moment to amdire the small thing in his arms. She looks so small, defenceless and helpless. Legolas smiles at her before looking at his father.

"What is her name?"

"Caladwen. We will call her Caladwen."

Legolas smiles more as he looks back to her.

"Hello Caladwen. I am your brother, Legolas. I'm going to teach you how to read, write and play games, especially chase and hide and go seek. I promise I will always be here for you, protect you and love you forever and ever."

As he talks, Caladwen opens her blue eyes and stares up at the boy holding her. Who was this new person? This strange new person that's holding her. Although, she does feel safe in this boys arms, feeling something stirring inside her, though at the time, she did not know that would be the connection between brother and sister, which would only get stronger as they grow up and become closer than ever.

She coos as she reaches her arms up and pats the boys face, her mouth open as she tries to smile, but not quite knowing how to, though Legolas knows what she's trying to do as he gives their father a wide smile.

"She likes me!"

Thranduil chuckles as he sits beside his son and wraps his arm around him, pulling him close so he can hold both of his children in his arms.

"Of course she does, you're her brother, she'll always love you."

The two ellons stay in the king's room for the rest of the night, taking dinner together while Caladwen either slept or watched whatever they were doing in between being fed and having a nappy change.

That night, Thranduil allows his son to sleep in his room, so after bath time and a story, Legolas falls asleep next to him, little Caladwen asleep in between them. Thranduil smiles and kisses his children before falling asleep himself, neither of them knowing that Faelwen's spirit stands beside the bed, watching her family with a fond and loving smile, kissing her son and daughter then her husband before her spirit vanishes, finally able to move on knowing that her daughter was safe in the arms of her father and her brother.


As time moves on, Legolas's heart does heal from the loss of his mother, and it is all because of the elfling which is his sister. Thranduil's worry off Legolas not bonding with her was not needs as Legolas dotes on his little sister, spending every second with her when he's not studying. He plays with her and loves her with every fibre of his being. He even taught her how to walk.

Everyone could tell that Caladwen loved her brother also. She would never cry when he was around and would calm the instant he was within sight. When she was nine months old, she spoke her first word, which was her brothers name. This made Legolas so happy he could barely contain his emotions as he held his sister close, which made Thranduil smile.

As Caladwen started growing, it was proven that her being born almost three months early had an affect on her. Because her body did not have much more time to develop, and her bones did not grow to what they should have been, they became fused as they were, which in turn made her grow at a slower rate than any of the other elflings, which led to teasing from the other children, but Legolas would always stay by her and would heavily defend her. It did not matter to Legolas how fast or slow she grew, or anything else that was different about her, she's his beloved sister and nothing could make him love her any less.

The years since his wife's passing have been hard for Thranduil. When Caladwen became old enough that she didn't need to rely on her father for everything and was moved into a room of her own, he became lonely at night as he slept. Even though he had his children to keep him happy, and happy they did keep him, he still felt a darkness taking over his heart.

Not long after the children turned fifty, they were both taught in weaponry, which greatly pleased the both of them, excited to finally begin their training. Both of them excelled in archery, followed closely by the use of their blades, both of them choosing to use dual knives, as with the case of most elves. Caladwen had also taken to using throwing knives, which would be handy as they could be kept discreet on her person.

On her one hundredth begetting day, when Caladwen became of age, Thranduil had given his daughter a precious gift. Taking her aside, she was told of her birth and what happened to her mother. This story saddened her, knowing that the last thing she did before she did was bring her into this world and made it possible for her to be with her father and her brother. She will never get to know her mother, but she admired her greatly and vouched to be just look her.

After his story, Thranduil had given her a small box, she gasped as she opened it. Inside was a necklace made of silver and a purple amethyst surrounded by small diamonds.

"Oh ada. . .this is beautiful."

Thranduil smiled at his daughter. "It was your mothers. It was given to your mother as a wedding gift from Thrain, King of Erebor. The silver is made of mithril. It is said it is light as a feather and as hard as dragon scales. Your mother said that if ever we had a daughter, you would recieve this when you became of age."

Caladwen smiled as she take the necklace and placed it around her neck, the amethyst sat just above her breast bone. "Thank you, ada. I will treasure this always."

"I know you will."


Not long after this day, Thranduil had welcomed someone else into the kingdom and into their family. A close friend of his and his wife had passed away, leaving their daughter behind, who had yet to become of age.

Legolas and Caladwen met the red haired, silvan elf, Tauriel and the three of them instantly become close friends, especially Caladwen and Tauriel, both of them becoming more like sisters than friends. They could always be seen together whether it was from training or just spending some time together relaxing.

As the years turned into centuries, the three of them became great warriors, warriors that the kingdom of Greenwood could be proud of. Thranduil was especially pleased and proud with his children.

Legolas grew into a handsome young prince, looking more like his father everyday. The elleths would swoon, giggle or blush whenever he so much as glanced at them, which Caladwen and Tauriel would snicker at.

As for Caladwen, even though she grew and had the beauty of her mother, she was never given a second glance by any ellons due to her height, which if she was being honest about, never really bothered Caladwen. Her life was perfect as it was and she was not looking for find anyone to love.

However, that was set to change centuries later, when on a journey to the dwarven kingdom of Erebor with her father, she would meet the dwarf prince, Throin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, and her whole life changes.


Well, there it is! Hope you enjoyed, please leave me a lovely review!

Tranlsations;

Ellon - Male Elf

Elleth - Female Elf

Elfling(s) - Elf Child/Children

Ion nin - my son

ada - dad

nana - mum