Disclaimer: I do not own Middle-earth or anything related to it except my own characters which I use to play with Tolkien’s.

A/N – Written for the Middle-earth Express Prompt challenge at the aragornangst yahoo group. This will be a multi-part series, each chapter based on a weeks prompt word. The prompt is supposed to be 500 words or less. I never make it. This is the EE.

Prompt # 63: Siblings

Where Is It?
by Nieriel Raina

Part One: Siblings

It was early morning. Servants rushed to finish their early chores. Several of the king’s advisors stood chatting near the council room about the latest developments in the south. Ladies gossiped, giggling as they passed the eldest son of the king, who strode down a hallway with great purpose, unaware of their looks.

The youngest prince slipped through an archway, trying hard to stay out of sight. A call from behind him caused him to pick up his pace to a trot. Darting around a corner, Legolas nearly ran smack into Bellsulion. The older elf quickly stepped back to avoid the collision and glared at his little brother (who wished he could simply fade into the stone walls of the Elvenking’s halls). Being caught was bad enough, but being caught by Bellsulion was torture.

“And just where are you going in such a hurry?” his brother asked slowly. “Our father has been looking for you… he has myself, Ortherion and Anariel looking for you as well! What did you do, little brother?”

Legolas swallowed hard and tried to think of a way to escape. He could not outrun Bellsulion, nor dodge him in the halls. His eldest brother was the best tracker he knew, even over cold stone. He would not be able to escape, and if he did not confess his deeds, Bellsulion would take him by the ear to his Ada. He shuddered at just the thought. The king’s study was not where he wished to spend any time this day.

“I… um… well, you see…”

A sparkle of amusement began to twinkle in Bellsulion’s eye, followed by a mischievous grin. “Tell me where you hid it, and I’ll forget I found you.”

The well known temper of the House of Oropher welled up in the youngest prince, bursting forth with defiance. “No! I will not share it!” Legolas declared hotly. “You have no idea how hard it was to sneak it out from under Ada’s nose! I’d rather be punished for the next century, than tell you where it is!”

Bellsulion’s eyes narrowed. “Indeed. Well then, that is probably what you are facing. But let us allow our father to decide, though I do think in this case you will be facing your king, rather than our father.” And grabbing Legolas by the lobe of his right ear, Bellsulion dragged his young brother in the direction of the king’s study.

Thankfully, for Legolas’ sake, Bellsulion was stopped when someone threw a large tapestry over the older prince’s head. He released Legolas with a yelp and began to struggle against the heavy material. But before the eldest prince could free himself, Legolas was dragged through a secret passage and into a different hall, this time by the wood’s only princess, Anariel, who was looking quite upset herself.

“This is the last time I help you, Legolas!” she declared crossly, turning seemingly furious eyes upon him. But Legolas knew his sister too well. Had she not helped raise him since their mother’s untimely death many years past?

“You are not mad, my sister. You just wish you had thought of it and managed to get away with it.” He pulled out of her grasp and crossed his arms over his chest.

The corners of her mouth twitched. “Where is it?”


“Our father is really angry.”


“I’ll help you make it look like it escaped.”

A pause.

“And I’ll confirm we found it in the woods together after I found you, and we, knowing our father’s love for it, decided to bring it back.”

“It will never work, Anariel. He already thinks I took it.”

“Fine. I hope you like the dungeon. That is where he has been threatening to move your room… for the next century.”

Legolas moaned softly under his breath. His Ada would not actually send him to the dungeons, would he? He bit his lower lip nervously.

“Fine. I will take you to it, but if Ada doesn’t believe your story, I will tell him you were in it from the beginning.”

A cleared throat caused the youngest children of Thranduil to freeze.

“I want in.”


I’ve been wanting to write a story about Legolas’ siblings’ interactions for a while. Consider it part of the Undying Friendship Series… These are the brothers I’ve never introduced before.

Legolas is an older adolescent. Probably about 46, or equivalent to a 16 year old human. If you have not read Never Again, you may be puzzled by the siblings’ more formal ways of referring to and addressing the king, and why Legolas is the only one to call him Ada.


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