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A/N Thanks also to Dauphin for telling me that!
PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE!
"My Lord, a large army of Orcs have been sighted near the borders," The tall, elven messenger spoke.
"Thank you, Ethralore, you may go."
The king of Mirkwood quietly dismissed his courier, and began pacing across the floor of his throne, oblivious to all else.
Orcs. ORCS. The dreaded monsters of Sauron that had destroyed half his family, tortured his people. He stopped pacing and closed his eyes, thinking. It was a memory of long ago... one that he dared not think about until today. They had tormented and killed his beautiful and gentle queen, and his second eldest- they had never found his body, and yet he did not wish to see it either. Elves were always tortured the cruelest by Orcs, their natural enemy. Many had there been sightings of mutilated Elven bodies, victims of the Orcs.
Sighing, he opened his eyes and set a determined stance. Now was not the time for doting on the unchangeable past. He knew he must act quickly, for the sake of his people and the rest of his living heirs.
"Nimthôn, Legolas!" The words were hardly uttered when a tall elf swiftly entered the room, followed by a smaller blonde elf. They resembled much like the rest of the Elven race; with light and sadness radiating everywhere they walked.
It was the taller elf, Thranduil's oldest son, who spoke first.
"Father, Legolas and I have heard the news. I humbly seek permission to gather a small group of warriors and defend our borders."
Thranduil glanced at his sons, the oldest almost 1000 years; the youngest but a few centuries old. They both were extremely skilled with weapons, but it was his oldest who had really ever experienced his first taste in battle, as Thranduil had done thousands of years ago. His sons stood patiently as he reached for a decision to Nimthôn's original question. It was a few minutes before he answered.
"You have my permission. But-" he hesitated. "This time, you may also bring your brother."
He looked at his youngest son, Legolas, sternly, but was evidently still speaking to his eldest.
"I believe that he is ready for his first battle. His tutors say that he may prove to be a noble warrior like his family, and I believe it." Then the king said in a softer tone, "My sons, may you and your defenders go with luck". He nodded once as a sign for dismissal, and they silently left.
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Legolas could not believe what had just happened. For the first time in his life, he was going to fight for his race, his right as a prince, and his revenge for his mother and brother. All his life he had dreamed of having a mother. Now he finally had the chance to revenge her death, like his father and older brother, who along with the other elves, defended their forests fiercely. He knew he would not fail defending his home. He would rather die than let his enemies tear down his people's great homes and set their hideous feet upon his beloved forest.
A/N- Liked it? Hated it? Please review. Also, I apologize if I wrote some of the facts wrong. The next chapter will come soon, hopefully. I've already got the next chapter planned; I just need to write it. And yes, I do know that this chapter is extremely short. I hope the future ones will be longer. As you can see, there isn't much of a plot written yet, but... you'll see as the time goes, I guess. Oh, and PLEASE R~E~V~I~E~W!
A/N Thanks also to Dauphin for telling me that!
PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE!
"My Lord, a large army of Orcs have been sighted near the borders," The tall, elven messenger spoke.
"Thank you, Ethralore, you may go."
The king of Mirkwood quietly dismissed his courier, and began pacing across the floor of his throne, oblivious to all else.
Orcs. ORCS. The dreaded monsters of Sauron that had destroyed half his family, tortured his people. He stopped pacing and closed his eyes, thinking. It was a memory of long ago... one that he dared not think about until today. They had tormented and killed his beautiful and gentle queen, and his second eldest- they had never found his body, and yet he did not wish to see it either. Elves were always tortured the cruelest by Orcs, their natural enemy. Many had there been sightings of mutilated Elven bodies, victims of the Orcs.
Sighing, he opened his eyes and set a determined stance. Now was not the time for doting on the unchangeable past. He knew he must act quickly, for the sake of his people and the rest of his living heirs.
"Nimthôn, Legolas!" The words were hardly uttered when a tall elf swiftly entered the room, followed by a smaller blonde elf. They resembled much like the rest of the Elven race; with light and sadness radiating everywhere they walked.
It was the taller elf, Thranduil's oldest son, who spoke first.
"Father, Legolas and I have heard the news. I humbly seek permission to gather a small group of warriors and defend our borders."
Thranduil glanced at his sons, the oldest almost 1000 years; the youngest but a few centuries old. They both were extremely skilled with weapons, but it was his oldest who had really ever experienced his first taste in battle, as Thranduil had done thousands of years ago. His sons stood patiently as he reached for a decision to Nimthôn's original question. It was a few minutes before he answered.
"You have my permission. But-" he hesitated. "This time, you may also bring your brother."
He looked at his youngest son, Legolas, sternly, but was evidently still speaking to his eldest.
"I believe that he is ready for his first battle. His tutors say that he may prove to be a noble warrior like his family, and I believe it." Then the king said in a softer tone, "My sons, may you and your defenders go with luck". He nodded once as a sign for dismissal, and they silently left.
_________
Legolas could not believe what had just happened. For the first time in his life, he was going to fight for his race, his right as a prince, and his revenge for his mother and brother. All his life he had dreamed of having a mother. Now he finally had the chance to revenge her death, like his father and older brother, who along with the other elves, defended their forests fiercely. He knew he would not fail defending his home. He would rather die than let his enemies tear down his people's great homes and set their hideous feet upon his beloved forest.
A/N- Liked it? Hated it? Please review. Also, I apologize if I wrote some of the facts wrong. The next chapter will come soon, hopefully. I've already got the next chapter planned; I just need to write it. And yes, I do know that this chapter is extremely short. I hope the future ones will be longer. As you can see, there isn't much of a plot written yet, but... you'll see as the time goes, I guess. Oh, and PLEASE R~E~V~I~E~W!