Alrighty, hello out there! This is my first LOTR fic, though I have been an avid fan like forever. Anywayz, plz review even if you think it sucked majorly, kay? Oh yeah I know this is pretty short, but I want to know if I should waste my time finishing it. I have pretty low expectations, so I'll wait for like 5 reviews before I post the next chappie, sound good? Here it goes…
Setting: The hobbits and Aragorn are in Rivendell and lets just say it's the day of the council.
Animosity
"Strider!" shouted the two young hobbits as they joyfully ran to the gruff king of men, known by many names other than Strider.
"My good Merry and Pippin, so eager so early in the morning. What is it tat has you two so excited?"
"Come and see for yourself," exclaimed Pip, "Creatures from many races and across Middle Earth are arriving in Rivendell at this very moment."
"Ai, I believe I have even seen some dwarves mumbling about," added Merry. "Is something happening?"
"Unfortunately young hobbits, I fear that before long something very evil and very dangerous will indeed happen." The threesome was quiet for a moment, each silently contemplating Strider's haunting words, when suddenly…
"Estel," murmured a handsome elf in a mellifluous yet grim voice. Merry and Pippin jumped at this unexpected intrusion, but Strider, accustomed to the ways of the elves, simply gave a somewhat sad smile, and without turning to see who had spoken, replied, "Hello Legolas. I suppose you are here to represent your father and people?"
"That is true. If you will excuse me, I must speak with Lord Elrond," replied Legolas bluntly. Pausing only to give a curious look at the two hobbits, the elf disappeared from sight.
"Who, may I ask, was that?" inquired Merry.
"And why was he so…er…"
"Curt?" offered Strider, "That, master Meriadoc, was Prince Legolas of Mirkwood."
"Truly? An elven prince?! Excellent!" exclaimed Pippin.
"He sure didn't seem too happy to see us though," commented Merry.
"Don't be offended, it was I who the prince was unhappy to meet," assured Strider.
"But why? I thought the elves counted you as one of their own."
"The Rivendell elves do, and perhaps the Lorien elves as well, but the elves of Mirkwood are not fond of men, to put it extremely lightly."
"Why?"
"Aren't we full of questions today, Peregrin? Honestly, I cannot answer that one. Whenever I have asked that myself, I was simply told not to ask."
"Hmm…curious." Strider simply laughed and, leading the hobbits to breakfast, said, "Curious indeed! However, I am sure we will learn much about the prince and his people before this adventure is through. Come, lets eat."
"It's about time, I'm famished! We hobbits could teach these elves a thing or two about proper nourishment…"