Chapter 1: Wanderings
Legolas Greenleaf wandered the halls of his father aimlessly. Thranduil, the Elvenking, was more worried about the dwarves in his dungeon than the return of his eldest son.
The Elven Prince had come back to the Halls of Mirkwood, expecting, at the very least, an inkling of love, or some recognition. Either would have worked for the young Prince. Neither was given.
There were invaders in the trees of Mirkwood, thirteen dwarves following the Elf Path, whose entrance is the Forest Gate. They had strayed off the path, following and trying to attack the company of Elves that were feasting there.
Legolas shook his head. He had seen the dwarves, all thirteen of them. They were foreign to him; their names were not the names that he recognized from his studies. Most of them did not speak, only glowered and muttered as he passed.
So Legolas wandered the halls of his father, as aimlessly as an errant breeze.
