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Chapter One
If there was one thing that Legolas hated, it was being told what to do. Legolas thought this as he rode his horse toward Rivendell. And that's EXACTLY what his father, King Thranduil and done to his own son. Go to Rivendell to see what Lord Elrond wants and do his mission while he, Thranduil, got all the credit that Legolas sweated and worked for. But that's how it had always been in the family. If you disobeyed, you got punished. That was that.
Legolas reined his horse and looked around him to see where he was. He was just on the outskirts of Rivendell. Just under a mile away. That was a good thing, for Legolas was getting tired, even for an Elf. Legolas put his horse into a trot and headed into Rivendell.
"Mae govannen, Legolas," a voice said suddenly beside Legolas' horse. Legolas looked down and smiled.
"Mae govanen, Arwen Undómiel. Sut naa lle umien sina re?" Legolas asked. (How are you doing today?)
"I am doing well, Legolas Greenleaf. My father was expecting you. Why don't you get down and my servants will take care of your horse for you?" Arwen asked.
Legolas got down from his horse. "I believe my horse will fair better if I left him to it, my lady. He won't run off."
"Manka lle merna," Arwen said. (If you wish)
"So what's this meeting all about that your father's holding? My own father didn't give me much details on the matter," Legolas stated.
Arwen turned to look at Legolas. "You mean you don't know?"
"Don't know what?"
Arwen sighed. "The one Ring has been found again. Father wants a meeting of all races to see what to do with the Ring. Father knows what must be done, but he knows that the fate of the Ring is everybody's fate and we all need to discuss it."
Legolas stared at Arwen. "You mean to say that the one Ring of Sauron has been found again?"
"The exact same one, my lord," Arwen said as they approached the palace of Elrond.
Legolas gently grabbed Arwen's arm. "I thought we were at an agreement that we would call each other lord and lady and everything in between."
Arwen sighed. "Legolas, no matter what I say, you're still the Prince of Mirkwood. You're heir to the throne. I can't ignore that piece of information."
"Yes, but—"
"Legolas! Creoso, mellonamin (Welcome, my friend)."
Legolas and Arwen turned to face Elrohir. Legolas smiled at his old friend and nodded his head slightly.
"Seasamin, mellonamin (My pleasure, my friend)," Legolas replied in turn.
Elrohir ran up to Legolas and gave him a brotherly hug. The two of them embraced and pulled apart.
"It's been a while, Legolas. What's kept you from visiting your old friends?" Elrohir asked.
"I've been busy back home. The Shadow and the Orcs have multiplied in Mirkwood again," Legolas said.
Elrohir's face darkened and his smile faded. "As it has everywhere else, it seems. I'm sure Arwen has told you what this meeting's about."
"Yeah, she was just telling me that weren't you, Arwen—" Legolas said and looked about in surprise. She'd slipped off.
Elrohir laughed at Legolas' face. "My sister just slipped off. I swear, Legolas, you're losing your touch at knowing when people and animals come and leave. Don't worry about her, she's probably went off to visit her love again. He only just arrived the night before last, yet he hasn't rested up because of her continuous visitations."
Legolas' stomach lurched. "Arwen has a love? Who is it?"
"By no other than Aragorn himself. Why do you ask, mellon?" Elrohir asked.
Legolas shook his head. "It is nothing. I was just shocked that they were betrothed."
"Well, they're not exactly betrothed yet. Father's asked her to wait until after the war ends so they can get married," Elrohir said.
"I see. Well... I suppose I better see my accommodations, no?" Legolas stated.
Elrohir nodded. "Of course. Follow me."
As he followed his friend, Legolas' mind raced. Arwen was going to be betrothed to Aragorn son of Arathorn? It didn't seem possible. It didn't seem possible that not that long ago, Legolas and Arwen were the two lovers. Everybody swore they were the perfect couple and would make a union between Rivendell and Mirkwood. But under the circumstances, the two of them split up. Legolas still didn't understand the reasons, but he went along with it, to make Arwen happy.
"Well, here you are, Legolas," Elrohir said, breaking Legolas out of his reverie.
Legolas nodded his thanks and went inside as Elrohir left. Legolas walked over to the bed in the corner and sat down on it, deep in thought. Aragorn and Arwen...What did Arwen see in Aragorn? A king? If Legolas knew Aragorn rightly enough, Aragorn would never take the throne if he could help it. Aragorn was just a Ranger, a Dunedain, exiled to wander about Middle Earth. But Aragorn DID have unnatural qualities that made women fall for him and yet...Aragorn chose Arwen out of all of those women? Why, Legolas didn't know.
Sudden laughter erupted in the hallway outside Legolas' door. Legolas glared at the door. Why did you Elf children have to be so loud in the hallway when they knew there were people around that needed the silence and nature to think? He went out his room and found two small people in the hallway with some food nicked from the kitchens and it seemed they were having a ball.
"You two best quiet it down or I'll ask the Lord Elrond to have you taken to your parents to be sorted out, you mark my words. I really SHOULD turn you in, considering that you've nicked food out of the kitchens. That's bound for punishment," Legolas said sternly.
The smaller of the two looked up at Legolas and grinned. The nerve of him, Legolas thought. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes with the look of the mischievous in them. Legolas noted that he as well as his little sidekick were both barefoot and it seemed that they had too much hair on their feet that was natural for children.
"You think us children, sir? For we aren't children," the dark-haired one said. "My name is Peregrin Took, otherwise known as Pippin, or Pip if it pleases you, and this is my friend Meriadoc Brandybuck, or otherwise known as Merry. He's thirty-six years old and I'm twenty-eight years old. Though I'm still a child in the eyes of my people. I won't be an adult for another five years. At least, according to them."
Legolas looked at both of them in shock. "How can it be that both of you are that age yet so short? What race are you of?"
"Hobbits. Though many people call us Halflings. But we'd prefer to be called Hobbits," Merry informed Legolas
"Hobbits," Legolas said, closing his eyes, shook his head and opened his eyes again. Some of his people have said that there were such things as Hobbits, but Legolas had always said that they had passed into legend. But the legend had come alive again.
"Doing that won't make us disappear to anywhere," Pippin said.
"Of course. That sort of thing is impossible. But excuse me, I have things tend to that cannot wait," Legolas stated and started to leave.
"Wait, we told you our names, so it should only be appropriate if you tell us yours," Merry called out.
Legolas turned to face them. "Legolas. My name is Legolas and I'm from the Woodland Realm of Mirkwood, son of King Thranduil." Legolas gave them a slight bow and turned to leave, looking for Lord Elrond. He needed to find out more about these Hobbits.
Author's Note: This story hasn't gotten very far yet and it may seem boring. But I felt like writing it and here it is for your reading pleasure. I'll try to make it more interesting and get on with the plot, but who knows.
To those of you who are waiting VERY patiently for me to update my other stories, I'm sorry I haven't updated them yet. I'll try my best to get them updated though I'm on this spree of starting stories and posting them up in my account. But I will manage to update them; don't give out on me. Happy reading to everybody.
Chapter One
If there was one thing that Legolas hated, it was being told what to do. Legolas thought this as he rode his horse toward Rivendell. And that's EXACTLY what his father, King Thranduil and done to his own son. Go to Rivendell to see what Lord Elrond wants and do his mission while he, Thranduil, got all the credit that Legolas sweated and worked for. But that's how it had always been in the family. If you disobeyed, you got punished. That was that.
Legolas reined his horse and looked around him to see where he was. He was just on the outskirts of Rivendell. Just under a mile away. That was a good thing, for Legolas was getting tired, even for an Elf. Legolas put his horse into a trot and headed into Rivendell.
"Mae govannen, Legolas," a voice said suddenly beside Legolas' horse. Legolas looked down and smiled.
"Mae govanen, Arwen Undómiel. Sut naa lle umien sina re?" Legolas asked. (How are you doing today?)
"I am doing well, Legolas Greenleaf. My father was expecting you. Why don't you get down and my servants will take care of your horse for you?" Arwen asked.
Legolas got down from his horse. "I believe my horse will fair better if I left him to it, my lady. He won't run off."
"Manka lle merna," Arwen said. (If you wish)
"So what's this meeting all about that your father's holding? My own father didn't give me much details on the matter," Legolas stated.
Arwen turned to look at Legolas. "You mean you don't know?"
"Don't know what?"
Arwen sighed. "The one Ring has been found again. Father wants a meeting of all races to see what to do with the Ring. Father knows what must be done, but he knows that the fate of the Ring is everybody's fate and we all need to discuss it."
Legolas stared at Arwen. "You mean to say that the one Ring of Sauron has been found again?"
"The exact same one, my lord," Arwen said as they approached the palace of Elrond.
Legolas gently grabbed Arwen's arm. "I thought we were at an agreement that we would call each other lord and lady and everything in between."
Arwen sighed. "Legolas, no matter what I say, you're still the Prince of Mirkwood. You're heir to the throne. I can't ignore that piece of information."
"Yes, but—"
"Legolas! Creoso, mellonamin (Welcome, my friend)."
Legolas and Arwen turned to face Elrohir. Legolas smiled at his old friend and nodded his head slightly.
"Seasamin, mellonamin (My pleasure, my friend)," Legolas replied in turn.
Elrohir ran up to Legolas and gave him a brotherly hug. The two of them embraced and pulled apart.
"It's been a while, Legolas. What's kept you from visiting your old friends?" Elrohir asked.
"I've been busy back home. The Shadow and the Orcs have multiplied in Mirkwood again," Legolas said.
Elrohir's face darkened and his smile faded. "As it has everywhere else, it seems. I'm sure Arwen has told you what this meeting's about."
"Yeah, she was just telling me that weren't you, Arwen—" Legolas said and looked about in surprise. She'd slipped off.
Elrohir laughed at Legolas' face. "My sister just slipped off. I swear, Legolas, you're losing your touch at knowing when people and animals come and leave. Don't worry about her, she's probably went off to visit her love again. He only just arrived the night before last, yet he hasn't rested up because of her continuous visitations."
Legolas' stomach lurched. "Arwen has a love? Who is it?"
"By no other than Aragorn himself. Why do you ask, mellon?" Elrohir asked.
Legolas shook his head. "It is nothing. I was just shocked that they were betrothed."
"Well, they're not exactly betrothed yet. Father's asked her to wait until after the war ends so they can get married," Elrohir said.
"I see. Well... I suppose I better see my accommodations, no?" Legolas stated.
Elrohir nodded. "Of course. Follow me."
As he followed his friend, Legolas' mind raced. Arwen was going to be betrothed to Aragorn son of Arathorn? It didn't seem possible. It didn't seem possible that not that long ago, Legolas and Arwen were the two lovers. Everybody swore they were the perfect couple and would make a union between Rivendell and Mirkwood. But under the circumstances, the two of them split up. Legolas still didn't understand the reasons, but he went along with it, to make Arwen happy.
"Well, here you are, Legolas," Elrohir said, breaking Legolas out of his reverie.
Legolas nodded his thanks and went inside as Elrohir left. Legolas walked over to the bed in the corner and sat down on it, deep in thought. Aragorn and Arwen...What did Arwen see in Aragorn? A king? If Legolas knew Aragorn rightly enough, Aragorn would never take the throne if he could help it. Aragorn was just a Ranger, a Dunedain, exiled to wander about Middle Earth. But Aragorn DID have unnatural qualities that made women fall for him and yet...Aragorn chose Arwen out of all of those women? Why, Legolas didn't know.
Sudden laughter erupted in the hallway outside Legolas' door. Legolas glared at the door. Why did you Elf children have to be so loud in the hallway when they knew there were people around that needed the silence and nature to think? He went out his room and found two small people in the hallway with some food nicked from the kitchens and it seemed they were having a ball.
"You two best quiet it down or I'll ask the Lord Elrond to have you taken to your parents to be sorted out, you mark my words. I really SHOULD turn you in, considering that you've nicked food out of the kitchens. That's bound for punishment," Legolas said sternly.
The smaller of the two looked up at Legolas and grinned. The nerve of him, Legolas thought. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes with the look of the mischievous in them. Legolas noted that he as well as his little sidekick were both barefoot and it seemed that they had too much hair on their feet that was natural for children.
"You think us children, sir? For we aren't children," the dark-haired one said. "My name is Peregrin Took, otherwise known as Pippin, or Pip if it pleases you, and this is my friend Meriadoc Brandybuck, or otherwise known as Merry. He's thirty-six years old and I'm twenty-eight years old. Though I'm still a child in the eyes of my people. I won't be an adult for another five years. At least, according to them."
Legolas looked at both of them in shock. "How can it be that both of you are that age yet so short? What race are you of?"
"Hobbits. Though many people call us Halflings. But we'd prefer to be called Hobbits," Merry informed Legolas
"Hobbits," Legolas said, closing his eyes, shook his head and opened his eyes again. Some of his people have said that there were such things as Hobbits, but Legolas had always said that they had passed into legend. But the legend had come alive again.
"Doing that won't make us disappear to anywhere," Pippin said.
"Of course. That sort of thing is impossible. But excuse me, I have things tend to that cannot wait," Legolas stated and started to leave.
"Wait, we told you our names, so it should only be appropriate if you tell us yours," Merry called out.
Legolas turned to face them. "Legolas. My name is Legolas and I'm from the Woodland Realm of Mirkwood, son of King Thranduil." Legolas gave them a slight bow and turned to leave, looking for Lord Elrond. He needed to find out more about these Hobbits.
Author's Note: This story hasn't gotten very far yet and it may seem boring. But I felt like writing it and here it is for your reading pleasure. I'll try to make it more interesting and get on with the plot, but who knows.
To those of you who are waiting VERY patiently for me to update my other stories, I'm sorry I haven't updated them yet. I'll try my best to get them updated though I'm on this spree of starting stories and posting them up in my account. But I will manage to update them; don't give out on me. Happy reading to everybody.
