The wide eyes of youth looked around in awe at the unfamiliar mallorn trees gaily decorated with elaborate lanterns in welcoming. Legolas' small hand clung desperately to material of his mother's elaborately donned dress. His father looked down reprovingly and the young prince made an attempt to stand straighter and look forward but still refused to relent his grip on his mother. He did not look up to see the rare smile and gentle shake of his head the Mirkwood King gave in response. Rather the youth's attentions were now drawn to the rapidly approaching reason for his families journey away from there well loved home.
"Welcome to Lothlorien Kind Thrandiual. "
"Elrond"
Both greetings were coolly delivered. The evidence of there mutual hatred was clearly displayed on both lords' faces. It was only the presence of Gladerial that kept the diplomatic appearance of the meeting.
Introductions were made but the abundance of such important and legendary figures left the elfling with little recollection of the different beings names. Without preamble he was suddenly in another unfamiliar room but now there was no daunting figures standing over him with interest, now there was only the uncanny and lonely silence. The importance of the meetings and truces being called was lost of him but at later times in his life he would later be thankful at the truce called between Mirkwood and Imlardis that would result from that seasons council meetings.
A small, hesitant knock resounding on the door of the chamber. Legolas looked at the beautifully engraved door with confusion, confounded at the idea of a visitor. Suddenly he remembered the presence of Elronds two sons at the introductions - whom were close in age to himself. With this thought in mind his fearfully took hesitant steps towards the door.
Legolas' older brothers had filled the his head with horrible tales concerning the Imlardis lord and his family. The one that had stayed with Legolas with the most clarity was the false tale of how the tiny lords delighted in eating Mirkwood elves alive. When confronting his father about the truth behind the tales the king had not made any effort to dispel the falsehood in the tales – a living testimony to the hatred between the houses.
It was with great effort that Legolas pried open the door a crack only for it to be whipped open fully wide by the two tiny forces on the opposite side. Coming face to face with his greatest fear, Legolas could only stand dumbstruck as the twins bounded into his chambers to jump on his bed.
"Greetings! I'm Elladan!"
"Father already told him who we are brother, unless he left his memory back with the spiders."
Elladan slapped Elohoir reprovingly on the knee, noticing that Legolas was still standing in the doorway with his mouth open.
"You've never been here before have you?"
Legolas shook his head.
"Of course he hasn't! The concept of horses is too much for Mirkwood elves!" Sneered the elder twin.
The golden prince turned red in anger but any stinging retort was cut off abruptly was cut off my the diplomacy of Elladan.
"Then we'll have to show you around, the adults will be too busy with their talks to lavish upon us the attention we so richly deserve!" Elladan grinned at the hint of a smile that appeared on Legolas' face. He bounded over to Legolas and slipped his hand in the others and leaned in to whisper to him secretively, "Ignore Elohir, he listens to ada too much and angry cause he got caught putting stones into Glorfindels bed and I didn't."
"You won't eat me?" Legolas whispered half seriously.
"Only if you don't chew on the bed sheets."
Well, that was new one,
Legolas smiled and gripped Elladans hand tightly.Perhaps this summer wouldn't be so bad after all.
- ada = father
