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I would suggest reading Sacred Stones or Pranks and Love before this, but it's up to you. It would clear some things up though. If you would rather not read them, I would be more then happy to answer any questions you might have.
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'Dear Elrond,
I am sending you this letter to inform you that my children have now left the confines of Mirkwood and are now making their way to Imaldris. There is no need to fear for their safety. Legolas just completed his warrior training, and has been looking forward to this trip. The others are adequate warriors them selves. I might warn you though, not to let your sons have a shooting contest with Legolas. His skill is superb, and he has out-shot all of the warriors in Mirkwood, myself included. As it has been quite a while since our children have seen each other, it seemed right to send them off. Besides Ianna is pining for Elrohir. Also I have sent Mussassi to Lothlorien. He will abide there for quite some time. His hatred for Legolas continues to grow, and I am worried. He tried to push Legolas into a spider's web. I'm afraid that he might kill him. On a happier note, my children should be arriving any moment. Also, tell the twins to beware. They have thought up many pranks to play. With some help of course. Ahem, ahem.
Sincerely, Thranduil
Elrond finished the letter and looked around. He heard a skirmish start in the courtyard. He looked out the window to see the children of Mirkwood arriving.
Jaren was tussling with Elladan. Ianna and Elrohir were kissing. Legolas was laughing and climbing on Elrohir's back. Kriss was grinning at Ianna and making kissy faces.
For the time they were staying things were going to be hectic. Of course, everybody's life needed a little excitement. Other wise things would get boring.
The children made their way inside of the dwelling, and were greeted by Elrond.
"Welcome, Thranduil's children. I hope that your stay in Imaldris will be a pleasant one. There will be a banquette in your honor tonight so there will be occasion to dress up. If you need any nice clothes, just ask. Also some festivities will be arranged. Do you have any requests?" Asked Elrond.
Legolas spoke up. "Could we have an archery tournament?" He asked hopefully.
Elrond looked at him a moment, he smiled when he realized that the child didn't wish to gloat over his skill, he only wanted the practice.
"Certainly. In a few day's once you are accustomed to Imaldris, and are rested we shall hold an archery tournament. Now, you look ready to fall asleep. Elladan and Elrohir will escort you to your rooms. And boys." Elladan and Elrohir turned around to face their father.
"Once you have shown them to their rooms report back here. We need to discuss the honey that made it's way into Glorfindell's hair."
Both boys meekly complied.
Elrond sighed. Yes it was going to be very hectic around here.
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Sorry that it's so short. I don't have much time to write it longer. I'll try to get a new chapter out soon. ^_^
Please review. You wouldn't want me to starve would you?
EF.
I would suggest reading Sacred Stones or Pranks and Love before this, but it's up to you. It would clear some things up though. If you would rather not read them, I would be more then happy to answer any questions you might have.
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'Dear Elrond,
I am sending you this letter to inform you that my children have now left the confines of Mirkwood and are now making their way to Imaldris. There is no need to fear for their safety. Legolas just completed his warrior training, and has been looking forward to this trip. The others are adequate warriors them selves. I might warn you though, not to let your sons have a shooting contest with Legolas. His skill is superb, and he has out-shot all of the warriors in Mirkwood, myself included. As it has been quite a while since our children have seen each other, it seemed right to send them off. Besides Ianna is pining for Elrohir. Also I have sent Mussassi to Lothlorien. He will abide there for quite some time. His hatred for Legolas continues to grow, and I am worried. He tried to push Legolas into a spider's web. I'm afraid that he might kill him. On a happier note, my children should be arriving any moment. Also, tell the twins to beware. They have thought up many pranks to play. With some help of course. Ahem, ahem.
Sincerely, Thranduil
Elrond finished the letter and looked around. He heard a skirmish start in the courtyard. He looked out the window to see the children of Mirkwood arriving.
Jaren was tussling with Elladan. Ianna and Elrohir were kissing. Legolas was laughing and climbing on Elrohir's back. Kriss was grinning at Ianna and making kissy faces.
For the time they were staying things were going to be hectic. Of course, everybody's life needed a little excitement. Other wise things would get boring.
The children made their way inside of the dwelling, and were greeted by Elrond.
"Welcome, Thranduil's children. I hope that your stay in Imaldris will be a pleasant one. There will be a banquette in your honor tonight so there will be occasion to dress up. If you need any nice clothes, just ask. Also some festivities will be arranged. Do you have any requests?" Asked Elrond.
Legolas spoke up. "Could we have an archery tournament?" He asked hopefully.
Elrond looked at him a moment, he smiled when he realized that the child didn't wish to gloat over his skill, he only wanted the practice.
"Certainly. In a few day's once you are accustomed to Imaldris, and are rested we shall hold an archery tournament. Now, you look ready to fall asleep. Elladan and Elrohir will escort you to your rooms. And boys." Elladan and Elrohir turned around to face their father.
"Once you have shown them to their rooms report back here. We need to discuss the honey that made it's way into Glorfindell's hair."
Both boys meekly complied.
Elrond sighed. Yes it was going to be very hectic around here.
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Sorry that it's so short. I don't have much time to write it longer. I'll try to get a new chapter out soon. ^_^
Please review. You wouldn't want me to starve would you?
EF.