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The goblin

April 4th, 2008 (01:49 am)

A Little Legolas story written to celebrate my website's third birthday.

Little Legolas opens his presents, plays a with them, and then makes an important decision.

The goblin

Part 1

A small face peered over the edge of King Thranduil’s desk.

“I am sorry, Legolas,” said the Elvenking, without looking up. “It cannot be helped.”


“We will go another time.”

“Could we not,” the elfling persisted, “go afterwards.”

“Afterwards will be too late.”



King Thranduil sighed—an Elvenking was a poor match for a small, determined elfling. “No, Legolas,” he repeated. “As I have already explained,”—he gave the child a little hug—“the messenger arrived unexpectedly, and must be dealt with today. That means that I have to cancel our excursion. We will still spend tomorrow together, ion nín, but we will not be able to see the sun rise over Erebor, as we planned. However, we will do that another time.” The King looked down at his son—and the disappointment on the boy’s little face suddenly wrung his heart. “Well… Suppose we open one of your presents a day early?”

Legolas’ smile could have melted ice.

At the heart of King Thranduil’s cavernous study, a couch, some chairs, and a low table (standing upon a beautiful Haradin rug) formed a comfortable sitting area, where the Elvenking entertained his more important guests—and drove some of his harder bargains.

Today, a pile of presents lay beneath the table, sent by the King’s various allies in celebration of his son’s conception day.

Thranduil watched Legolas run over to the parcels, his little arms flailing. “Just one, Lassui!”

There was a large one, wrapped in scarlet velvet; there was a long, thin one, wrapped in royal blue; there was a round one, wrapped in rich green brocade; and there was a wooden-box one, inlaid with figures—a bird, a foot, and a strange, staring eye—fashioned in ebony and tinted ivory.

“Choose,” said Thranduil.

Legolas considered the different shapes, sizes, and colours, and decided he liked the red one best. “This one, Ada.”

“Very well. Open it.”

Excitedly, Legolas untied the cord and pulled the wrapping away. Inside was a jerkin of smooth, brown leather—rich, like a ripe chestnut—decorated down the front with swirly patterns, and around the bottom with shiny metal points.

The elfling sat back on his heels with a puzzled frown. “A goblin coat…”

“Human armour, Legolas,” said his father. He picked up the tiny cuirass and examined the tooling of its boiled leather, and the casting of its brass studs. “And very fine armour it is. Later, we will write to Chief Bóðvarr, thanking him for his generosity, and telling him how much you appreciate his gift.” He laid the cuirass on the table. “Now, ion nín, did you bring your Primer?”

“Yes…” Legolas toddled back to his father’s desk and picked up a small book, which he held up for Thranduil to see.

“Good,” said the Elvenking. “I must go to the Great Hall, to receive the messenger—”

“Can I come too, Ada?”

“No; not today, Legolas.” The Elvenking lifted his son onto the couch. “Today, I want you to stay here, like a good boy, and learn your tengwar. I will send Gwanur Nerdanel to sit with you.”

Feet dangling, Legolas watched his father leave the study with pursed lips. Why do messengers always come when Ada is supposed to be taking me out into the Forest?

Sighing heavily, he opened his Primer, found the table of tengwar, and carefully unfolded it. Then he placed his little hand over the caption beside the first character, and stared at the black squiggle for a moment or two.

“Tinco,” he said, decisively, and lifted his hand. The answer was there, but Legolas could not decipher it.

Undeterred, he carried on. “Palma.” He raised his hand. “Or… Calma?” It was too hard without his Ada or his Gwanur Nerdanel to tell him when he was right.

Legolas looked at the goblin coat lying on the table and wondered if goblins had to learn to read.

“Only goblin words,” he thought. “Like ‘gurrrr’,”—growling, deep in his throat—“and ‘gaarrh’.”

Not hard words.

Not Elvish.

He laid down his Primer—carefully, because his Ada had told him that a book was the most valuable thing in the world—scrambled to the floor, and picked up his goblin coat.

It was stiff, and quite heavy, but he slipped his hand through one of the armholes, and shrugged it on—


The little goblin raised his arms and, stamping his feet, shook his fists at one of the stone Ladies standing beside the fireplace. “Gah! Gaarrh!”

The stone Lady, however, was not impressed.

The goblin sighed. “Where is my goblin sword?”

Legolas thought of the silver paper knife on his Ada’s desk. But his Ada had told him that he must never touch it.

The goblin wondered whether goblins really needed to do what their Adas told them.

Legolas decided that it would probably be best if they did.


The goblin dropped to the ground, his head darting this way and that, his beady eyes surveying the Haradin landscape. Directly ahead, a huge pile of treasure lay glittering in the mouth of a cave.

Legolas crawled forwards on his hands and knees, his little behind high in the air.

There was a long, thin sapphire, blue as the sky; a big round emerald, green as the Forest; and a wooden box, no doubt filled to the brim with coins of silver and gold…

Legolas could not help noticing that the wrapping on the blue parcel was loose and—once he had seen it—it was hard not to stretch out his hand, and poke it with a finger.

The goblin caught a glimpse of gnarled wood, polished smooth—not a goblin sword, but a goblin club!

Legolas looked over his shoulder. The door was closed. No one could see him.

The goblin crawled closer.

But Legolas’ Ada had said that he could only open one present.

The elfling chewed his lip. The wrapping had been tied with a golden cord, and the bow had slipped, allowing the edges of the fabric to fall apart. But Legolas was good at tying bows. If he unwrapped the goblin club, he could wrap it up again, properly.

That would not be naughty. He pulled the end of the cord.


The goblin seized the weapon and jumped to his feet, waving it in the air. “Gah! Gaarrh!”

The stone Lady looked a bit frightened.

“I—want—your—gold!” The goblin threw himself at the wooden chest.

The box lid flew open.

“Oh!” squeaked Legolas.

Inside, the box was divided into compartments, each lined with dark red silk; and sitting in each of the holes was a little statue—six shiny black and six frosty white.

Curious, Legolas lifted out one of the black pieces. It was cold, and very heavy and, when he looked at it closely, he smiled, for it was a lion—which he recognised from a picture in one of his Ada’s books—sitting on its haunches, its curly head held high, its broad, velvety muzzle wrinkled in a fierce snarl.

Legolas set the lion on the table and pulled out a white piece. This one was a deer, tall and slender, hiding behind a tree stump.

The goblin grabbed both animals.

“I am going to EAT you,” he threatened, in a deep, dark voice, making the lion loom over the deer.

“No, no,” he piped, making the deer back away.

“Raaaaa,” he roared, making the lion pounce.

“Aagh,” he squealed, making the deer struggle, “aagh, aaaagh!”

But, safe in Legolas’ little hand, the deer suddenly broke free and, leaping high, it alighted on the Forest green brocade, and slipped into hiding between its folds.

“YES,” cried the goblin, spotting a flash of curved metal beneath the green fabric. “A goblin helmet!”

Legolas stared thoughtfully at the last of his presents.

“Go on,” said the goblin. “We are already in big trouble, so opening that one will not make any difference.”

“No,” said the elfling, firmly. He slid his hand under the green fabric and pulled out the deer.

“What are you doing?” asked the goblin.

“I am putting them back,” said Legolas, fitting the piece into its little compartment. He picked up the lion. “And then I am going to wrap everything up again.”

“Just try the helmet.”

“No.” Legolas closed the box lid, and fastened the catch.

“Only for a moment. Look.” The goblin pulled aside the wrapping. The helmet was a funny shape—wide and shallow, with a tall crest that ended in three clawed feet—but it was about the right size.

Legolas looked down at the silver drinking cup. “Well…” he said.

“Go on.”

“I have to learn my tengwar,” he said.

“Learning tengwar is boring,” said the goblin.

“I know.”

“Being a goblin is fun.”

“I know,” admitted Legolas. “But Ada said—”

“Ada said! Ada said!” cried the goblin. “Ada said that he would take you out into the Forest! Ada said that you would spend the night under the stars. Ada said that you would watch the sun rise over Erebor on your conception day—”

“But a messenger came—”

“If you put that helmet on,” said the goblin, “we can go out.”

“By ourselves?”

“Why not? You want to go.”

“Yes,” said Legolas. “But… But I want to go with Ada.”

“You are scared!”

“I am NOT!”

“Then why not put the helmet on, and go?”

“Because,” said Legolas, his little face screwed up in misery, “because… Ohhhh!” He grasped the green fabric in frustration.

Half an hour later

“Oh! Your Majesty.” Mistress Nerdanel, almost colliding with the Elvenking as she hurried towards his study, dropped into a low curtsey.

King Thranduil frowned. “Why are you out here?” he demanded.

“I received your message only moments ago, sire—I… I am sorry, I—”

“Are you saying that Legolas has been on his own all this time?”

“He has, sire.”

The Elvenking sighed. “Well—he is a responsible boy. Yes,”—he dismissed the elleth with a wave of his hand—“you may go, Nerdanel.”

“Thank you, your Majesty.” She curtsied again.

King Thranduil opened his study door—

Part 2

Legolas, looking like a beetle in his stiff leather cuirass, glanced up from his Primer and, greeting his father with a radiant smile, said excitedly, “I know them, Ada! I know all of them!”

“Do you,” replied Thranduil, quickly scanning the room for any signs of the trouble—vague, but unmistakable—that his parental sixth sense was detecting.

“Yes,” said the elfling. “I have learnt them!”

Thranduil eyed the pile of presents beneath the table. Nothing seemed amiss—unless the pile was just a little too tidy. The boy, he thought, has probably been prodding them. He sat down beside his son. “Show me what you know.”

Legolas took a deep breath and, pointing to each character in turn, recited, “Tinco, palma, calma, quesse; ando, umbar, anga, ungwe; sûle, formen, harma, hwesta; anto, ampa, anca, unque; númen, malta, noldo, nwalme; óre, vala, anna, vilya; rómen, arda, lambe, alda.”

“Good,” said the Elvenking. “Now, give the book to me—thank you.” He pointed to one of the characters at random. “What is this?”

“Nwalme,” said Legolas.

“And this?”


“And this one?”


Very good…” Thranduil closed the Primer, impressed with his son’s progress. “I am pleased, Lasdithen.”

The elfling smiled proudly. “Have you finished talking to the messenger, Ada?”

“I have,” said the King, setting the book on the table.

“So…” The elfling hesitated; then he said, “Well… Can we… I mean… Can we go for a ride tomorrow? Can we go to the black caves?”

“The black caves? The black caves are dangerous, Lasdithen,” said the Elvenking, “full of spiders, and gaurhoth, and goodness knows what else. Why would you want to go to the black caves, ion nín?”

“To kill goblins,” said Legolas, vehemently.



Posted by: Amanchu (the_tim_world)
Posted at: April 4th, 2008 04:38 am (UTC)
LOTR // Elf

Awww. *giggles* I want a little Legolas. Congrats on the site, I forgot to tell you in the email that I read the stories awhile ago, and enjoyed them.

Posted by: ningloreth (ningloreth)
Posted at: April 4th, 2008 07:39 pm (UTC)

I want one too! Thanks for leaving a comment :-) I'm glad to hear you enjoyed the stories!

Posted by: Amanchu (the_tim_world)
Posted at: April 4th, 2008 07:52 pm (UTC)

*cuddles mine* You're very welcome. I never read a pairing like that, and I'm glad I did. It was the way you wrote them that caught my eye. :)

Posted by: ningloreth (ningloreth)
Posted at: April 9th, 2008 11:11 am (UTC)

Give him a cuddle from me :-)

I never read a pairing like that

Is that because they're non-canon? I think the pairing puts a lot of people off my stories. (But I think L & E are really well suited).

Thanks for pimping the icontests on your journal, btw. We've been getting quite a bit of new attention -- extra voters. I'm going to do some more advertising when I get a minute ;-)

Posted by: Amanchu (the_tim_world)
Posted at: April 9th, 2008 08:16 pm (UTC)

I will.

Oh, I know they're non-canon. I just never read non-canon stuff. (Now I do.) I don't see why, and I could see them together.

You're welcome! I had hoped it was working. I'm going to do a new entry with all the icontests I vote at. I did it awhile back. http://the-tim-world.livejournal.com/59904.html -- I need to add some. :P

Posted by: Mlle de Fer (mlledefer)
Posted at: April 4th, 2008 07:13 am (UTC)

*smiles* soooo sweet young Legolas!:) thanks for sharing!:D

Posted by: ningloreth (ningloreth)
Posted at: April 4th, 2008 07:40 pm (UTC)

Thanks for reading! And for leaving a comment :-)

Posted by: sagaluthien (sagaluthien)
Posted at: April 5th, 2008 08:43 am (UTC)

Your little Legolas is great and I love to follow him through them. I first read this on your site and didn't get the second part and thought it missing some... but I found it.

Please continue.

Posted by: ningloreth (ningloreth)
Posted at: April 9th, 2008 11:07 am (UTC)

Hello! Thanks for leaving a comment :-)

I'm glad to hear you like Little Legolas bacause I was afraid that people who liked the adult stories wouldn't.

And thanks for pointing that out. I'll make the link to page 2 clearer.

Posted by: idle_curiosity (idle_curiosity)
Posted at: April 27th, 2008 06:54 pm (UTC)

I love your little Legolas. He is such a sweet little elfling.

I can so see him getting into mischief, because what little one doesn't want to see all their presents on their conception day? It would test the patience of a grown-up saint to be there with all of those packages and no supervision, lol.

I loved that he wanted to go and kill goblins in the end.

(squishes little Legolas with hugs)

Posted by: ningloreth (ningloreth)
Posted at: April 27th, 2008 07:59 pm (UTC)

Thank you for leaving a comment! It's great to hear that you love Little Legolas as much as I do! He just asks to be squished, doesn't he?

BTW: he was inspired by this drawing by Dawnlyn:


(Scroll down to Easter Elf and click on him).

Posted by: idle_curiosity (idle_curiosity)
Posted at: April 27th, 2008 08:36 pm (UTC)

Holy moley!

Okay, moving beyond Little Legolas (squishes him with hugs yet again), there are a few other ones there that are seriously yummy. Elf-cake brings to mind the Harvest Rite. Dang, Eowyn was one lucky woman, lol.

(sigh) I love the two of them.

Posted by: ningloreth (ningloreth)
Posted at: April 27th, 2008 08:47 pm (UTC)

Elf-cake brings to mind the Harvest Rite.

I hadn't thought of that but you're absolutely right! I will have to add a link to my website ;-)

Dang, Eowyn was one lucky woman, lol.


Posted by: curiouswombat (curiouswombat)
Posted at: May 7th, 2008 10:06 pm (UTC)

I am naughty - I could e-mail you through your website, but being an LJer it always seems easier nicer to talk through LJ.

I just want to say that I have spent much of my bank-holiday weekend, and evenings since, devouring your website. It is beautifully laid out, incredibly pretty and informative, and has the best LoTR fanfic I think I have read. I am now totally convinced that Eowyn and Legolas belong together, as indeed do Faramir and Berengar.

The icons and pictures that illustrate your stories are wonderful - you have a perfect King Thranduil.

Also I love the Little Legolas stories. In fact I am indulging here in fan-girling! I'd better stop, or this is going to be a very, very long comment.

Would you mind if I friend you here, or would you rather that I request to go onto your mailing list?

I am totally a kerfuffle-free zone - especially when it comes to LoTR as most of my friends who are into fanfic are actually Buffy writers. And can I say I think Draconian Rules sounds like a good idea too!

Posted by: ningloreth (ningloreth)
Posted at: May 8th, 2008 06:17 am (UTC)

Hello! Thank you for leaving such lovely comments! I've been neglecting my website a bit recently, because of RL troubles, but it is my baby. I'm glad you can see Legolas and Eowyn together. Some people can't, but I've written so many stories about them I can't see them any other way. (And I'm so glad to hear that you think Faramir & Berengar are good together :-)

you have a perfect King Thranduil

He is perfect, isn't he? I have no idea who drew him but, the moment I found him, Thranduil came alive for me! And then Little Legolas came along to give him trouble.

By all means, friend me and I'll friend you back. If you want to join the mailing list, just let me have your email address and I'll add you. I send out an email whenever I update the stories.

draconian_rules was inspired by the problems I was having with a certain community. I was really angry when I wrote that post ;-)

Posted by: curiouswombat (curiouswombat)
Posted at: May 8th, 2008 12:19 pm (UTC)
Soup dragon waving


draconian_rules was inspired by the problems I was having with a certain community. I was really angry when I wrote that post ;-)

I stay away from a lot of communities - I find it hard, otherwise, not to jump up and down and SHOUT at them for being stupid idiots. I reckon it's better for my blood pressure, as well as my sanity!

Posted by: ningloreth (ningloreth)
Posted at: May 10th, 2008 09:26 pm (UTC)


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