Concerning Life in the Mirkwood Castle
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or any other characters of The Lord of the Rings that I decide to put in this story. I'm just using them for my own twisted pleasure. I *do* own the dust bunnies: Glithiel, Sebrimir, Elrildur, Rioclya, and Amaran, the spidies the nursemaid Amyndra and Hilmar.
Ip Pri: Concerning the Friendship of Dust Bunnies
"Legolas!" the name thundered through the stone castle, rattling the windows and shaking the floors. The little Elf who belonged to the name cowered under his huge poster bed; kept company by the spiders and dust bunnies that inhabited the hiding place. *If Ada knew it was so dirty under here he would be furious! * The young Elf thought as he heard his name reverberate from the floor and the walls again. The dust bunnies, all of which were now named by their guest, hopped and scattered at the sound. *He is all ready furious. * The little blond Elf realised and scooted farther under his bed to join the other dust bunnies. From his hiding place he saw the door to his chamber open. Fear gripped his heart until he saw the soft blue skirt hem and the flat white slippers that were worn by the intruder. The feet shuffled across the room to open the doors of the bureau, then to the door leading to the water closet. Finding nothing unusual behind either set of doors, the feet shuffled back to the middle of the room where they remained. Above the feet, unseen by the little renegade was a blond head, long hair in a single braid that ran the length of her back and eyes the colour of the clear sky which searched the room for evidence of the runaway child. Her pointed ears heard a slight sound coming from the bed. Feet quickly went to the end of the bed that was four times bigger than its occupant would ever require. The dark green and blue quilt laid over it perfectly with naught a wrinkle in it. Blue eyes scanned up the sheer curtains to the canopy. The side curtains were tied back near the head of the bed tightly and were undisturbed. The canopy was as it had been that morning when she had last seen it. The sound came again. In his sanctuary the Elf boy scooted back toward the head of the bed, away from the feet. Suddenly, the boy was not looking at the familiar pair of white work slippers but at a pair of cerulean blue eyes.
"There you are, your highness." The voice was soft and motherly though the owner had never had children of her own. The little boy scooted back more, until his back hit against the wall. The face at the end of his bed smiled.
"Come, now, your highness. Your father is looking for you." Without a reply the boy pulled his knees to his chest. The woman sighed and shook her head.
"If your father saw you cowering under a bed..." she left the thought unfinished but her audience didn't require her to.
"Please, your highness, come out from there. The longer you keep your father waiting the greater his wrath will become." The boy did not move. He was perfectly happy and content to spend the rest of eternity under the bed with his newfound friends. Again the sound of his name shook his home.
"Young highness, I am begging you. Please remove yourself from under your bed. I promise you; if you do I will have Cook make you that cake you like so much. A large one, just for you. You do not have to tell anyone you have it. Just please come out and answer your father's call." Her voice was urgent, her eyes wide and pleading. A little sigh answered her and the scotching sound resumed. The maid's pleading and bribery was rewarded with the appearance of a little blond head.
"You promise? No one will tell Ada about the cake?" The nursemaid sighed in relief and smiled at him.
"By the Valar I promise. You shall have your cake and only you, the cook and I will know of it. Now come along before your father sends Hilmar to find you." At the mention of his father's personal guard the little boy's eyes grew wide. He scurried out of his hiding place; his dark green tunic covered in dust and his blond hair ratted.
"Oh, my. Come with me, then. We must get you cleaned up. I shall have to make the bed and clean under there tomorrow during your morning ride."
"No!" the boy exclaimed, his blue eyes as large as teacups. His maid was taken aback.
"Why ever not? You know your father insists on his castle being spotless. He would be most upset at the state of your chosen hiding place."
"He would be furious. But my friends are under there. Where would they go?"
"Friends?" The little blond head bobbed.
"The dust bunnies and the spidies. They are all living under there. And they all have names too. There is Glithiel and Sebrimir and Elrildur and Rioclya and Amaran and..."
"Enough. We shall find a more suitable place for Glithiel and Riosh-"
"Rioclya." The boy corrected.
"Rioclya and the others to live tomorrow. But they cannot continue to...live...under your bed. Now hurry along, your father has been kept waiting long enough." The maid quickly finished re-braiding her young keep's hair and shooed him from his chambers. The little boy complied, running through the corridor toward his fathers throne room. Amyndra shook her head as she watched the young elf.
"Friends? Dust bunnies? Oh dear me."
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or any other characters of The Lord of the Rings that I decide to put in this story. I'm just using them for my own twisted pleasure. I *do* own the dust bunnies: Glithiel, Sebrimir, Elrildur, Rioclya, and Amaran, the spidies the nursemaid Amyndra and Hilmar.
Ip Pri: Concerning the Friendship of Dust Bunnies
"Legolas!" the name thundered through the stone castle, rattling the windows and shaking the floors. The little Elf who belonged to the name cowered under his huge poster bed; kept company by the spiders and dust bunnies that inhabited the hiding place. *If Ada knew it was so dirty under here he would be furious! * The young Elf thought as he heard his name reverberate from the floor and the walls again. The dust bunnies, all of which were now named by their guest, hopped and scattered at the sound. *He is all ready furious. * The little blond Elf realised and scooted farther under his bed to join the other dust bunnies. From his hiding place he saw the door to his chamber open. Fear gripped his heart until he saw the soft blue skirt hem and the flat white slippers that were worn by the intruder. The feet shuffled across the room to open the doors of the bureau, then to the door leading to the water closet. Finding nothing unusual behind either set of doors, the feet shuffled back to the middle of the room where they remained. Above the feet, unseen by the little renegade was a blond head, long hair in a single braid that ran the length of her back and eyes the colour of the clear sky which searched the room for evidence of the runaway child. Her pointed ears heard a slight sound coming from the bed. Feet quickly went to the end of the bed that was four times bigger than its occupant would ever require. The dark green and blue quilt laid over it perfectly with naught a wrinkle in it. Blue eyes scanned up the sheer curtains to the canopy. The side curtains were tied back near the head of the bed tightly and were undisturbed. The canopy was as it had been that morning when she had last seen it. The sound came again. In his sanctuary the Elf boy scooted back toward the head of the bed, away from the feet. Suddenly, the boy was not looking at the familiar pair of white work slippers but at a pair of cerulean blue eyes.
"There you are, your highness." The voice was soft and motherly though the owner had never had children of her own. The little boy scooted back more, until his back hit against the wall. The face at the end of his bed smiled.
"Come, now, your highness. Your father is looking for you." Without a reply the boy pulled his knees to his chest. The woman sighed and shook her head.
"If your father saw you cowering under a bed..." she left the thought unfinished but her audience didn't require her to.
"Please, your highness, come out from there. The longer you keep your father waiting the greater his wrath will become." The boy did not move. He was perfectly happy and content to spend the rest of eternity under the bed with his newfound friends. Again the sound of his name shook his home.
"Young highness, I am begging you. Please remove yourself from under your bed. I promise you; if you do I will have Cook make you that cake you like so much. A large one, just for you. You do not have to tell anyone you have it. Just please come out and answer your father's call." Her voice was urgent, her eyes wide and pleading. A little sigh answered her and the scotching sound resumed. The maid's pleading and bribery was rewarded with the appearance of a little blond head.
"You promise? No one will tell Ada about the cake?" The nursemaid sighed in relief and smiled at him.
"By the Valar I promise. You shall have your cake and only you, the cook and I will know of it. Now come along before your father sends Hilmar to find you." At the mention of his father's personal guard the little boy's eyes grew wide. He scurried out of his hiding place; his dark green tunic covered in dust and his blond hair ratted.
"Oh, my. Come with me, then. We must get you cleaned up. I shall have to make the bed and clean under there tomorrow during your morning ride."
"No!" the boy exclaimed, his blue eyes as large as teacups. His maid was taken aback.
"Why ever not? You know your father insists on his castle being spotless. He would be most upset at the state of your chosen hiding place."
"He would be furious. But my friends are under there. Where would they go?"
"Friends?" The little blond head bobbed.
"The dust bunnies and the spidies. They are all living under there. And they all have names too. There is Glithiel and Sebrimir and Elrildur and Rioclya and Amaran and..."
"Enough. We shall find a more suitable place for Glithiel and Riosh-"
"Rioclya." The boy corrected.
"Rioclya and the others to live tomorrow. But they cannot continue to...live...under your bed. Now hurry along, your father has been kept waiting long enough." The maid quickly finished re-braiding her young keep's hair and shooed him from his chambers. The little boy complied, running through the corridor toward his fathers throne room. Amyndra shook her head as she watched the young elf.
"Friends? Dust bunnies? Oh dear me."
