Here's another story...that I wrote in physics class...I really should stop doing year.

OVERALL SUMMARY: Three small vignettes (will be posted whenever RL allows me to write and post them) about Legolas and a song that holds a special place in his heart.

SUMMARY FOR CHAPTER 1: Legolas is having nightmares, and wants his Nana, but his Nana is no longer in Mirkwood, what can Thranduil do to make him feel better?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything of Tolkien's, and that includes the character of Runya, Legolas' mother. Although she is never named, Legolas does have a mother. Also, no one really knows what happened to her, so in this chapter, it's my take on her fate. I don't know who wrote, "You Are My Sunshine", but it's not my song, and credits goes to whoever wrote it.

A/N: In this chapter, Legolas is the elven equivalent to a human three year old. Also, the story title "Golden Light" comes from the fact that Legolas in anyone's life, young or old, is a ray of sunlight.

Golden Light

Chapter 1: Lullaby
By Tiger

Legolas tossed and turned in his sleep, trying to run away from the monsters that plagued his dreams. Silent tears fell from his tightly closed eyes. His sniffling could be heard from down the hall.

"Nana!" Legolas tearfully cried out, his tiny voice echoing down the halls. "Nana!" he cried again. "Where are you?"

Inside his rooms, Thranduil restlessly shifted in his sleep. The bed he slept in felt wrong, it was too big. He sighed and turned on his side, sorrowfully gazing at the empty space next to him, still fragrant with the scent of Runya, his wife. How he missed her! It was not long ago, only a week ago, that Runya had decided to pass to Valinor. He couldn't blame her. All elves felt the longing for the sea at some point in their lives. Runya had felt it earlier than most. Thranduil could feel her longing grow day by day, until not even little Legolas could give her escape from it.

The day she left was a sad day. Legolas and Thranduil could not travel with her to the southern shore, so she left alone in the morning. She left with little Legolas clinging to her neck, unwilling to let her go. She gently dislodged her son and handed him to a somber Thranduil...


She stood there, her blond curls falling about her waist with tears in her eyes. Eyes that couldn't quite meet his when she handed Legolas back to him. "I'm sorry," she softly said, finally looking at him. He could see the pain and relief in her eyes. "I do not wish to leave so early in live. I do not wish to leave either of you." She ruffled Legolas' golden hair, gently wiping away his tears with the delicate sleeve of her dress. He was still sniffling and crying, not quite understanding why his Nana had to leave him, but he stayed silent.

"I know," Thranduil replied, his voice rasping from unshed tears.

"It's all right, Thranduil," Runya said, trying to appear nonchalant through her tears. "It won't be long before we see each other again."

Thranduil let out a shaky laugh. "Of course it won't be, after all, what is a few hundred years to us elves?" He held her in one arm, Legolas in the other, savoring the closeness of his family. He looked into her eyes and realized that this was a moment that he had to take, before it passed. Shifting Legolas so that he could reach his wife more easily, Thranduil bend his head down and gently kissed her.

Runya broke it, knowing that she had to leave. She swallowed and took a deep breath. "I have to go now." Thranduil nodded and reluctantly let go of her hand. He held Legolas closer to him. Runya turned and walked away from them. She climbed on her horse and let it slowly move forward. Closing her eyes, she steeled her heart against the painful separation, even though she knew she would see them again.

Thranduil held a squirming Legolas, standing still as he watched her horse walk away. He felt Legolas try to break form his grasp and set him down, watching him as he ran after Runya calling, "Nana! Nana!" louder and louder as she rode father and farther away. Finally, he could run no more and sat himself down on the ground and cried until Thranduil went to him and picked him up. He rocked Legolas back and forth until he stopped crying, all the while wishing that he himself could cry so openly. "Runya..." he thought to himself.

//End Flashback//

"Nana!" Legolas' anguished cry woke him up. He stared into the ceiling confused as to why Legolas would be crying out. Then he remembered.

"Valar, he misses her as much as I do," he thought before springing out of his bed. He quickly put on a robe and took a lamp with him. He ran down the hall and didn't stop running until he reached his son's room. He dismissed his son's nurse, preferring to take care of Legolas himself. He picked Legolas up, rocking and walking around the room with him in his arms.

"Nana! Nana!" Legolas cried.

Thranduil rocked him back and forth. "Shhhh, ion nin, it's all right, Ada is here." Legolas woke up.

"Nana, I want Nana!" Legolas kept on crying. "The monsters are chasing me again, Ada." Legolas tried to explain. Thranduil smiled sadly.

"Legolas, she passed into the west," he gently said. "Do you not remember?"

"I remember," said Legolas, still crying.

"Now, this will not do, it is the first day of summer, you should be smiling," Thranduil said, trying to steer the conversation away from sadness.

"Can't," Legolas sulkily said.

"And why not?"

"Not happy."

"Then we will have to change that," Thranduil firmly said. "If I sing you a song, will you smile and go to sleep?" Legolas thought about his answer for a moment.

"Okay," he said as he let out a yawn. Thranduil brought him back into his bed, tucking him in as he sang to Legolas.

"You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine,
You make me happy,
When skies are grey.
You never know, dear,
How much I love you,
Please don't take,
My sunshine away."

Thranduil smiled as Legolas struggled to stay awake, his blue eyes coming in and out of focus. "Sleep, ion nin," he whispered.

"'Kay, Ada, I'm sleeping," mumbled Legolas with a small smile. Thranduil grinned and kissed Legolas' forehead. He stroked the soft cheek and left the room. He climbed back into his bed, but something didn't feel right. He was afraid that Legolas would wake up again.

"No," he told himself. "I only want to be with him." With that thought, he went back to Legolas' room, and settled himself into a chair near Legolas' bed. The last image he saw was that of a sleeping Legolas, an image sweeter to him than any other in the world.