Hi to you all out there! This is Flamey writing this story, not Talamity or anyone else. First LOTR fanfic right here, so all flames and suggestions welcome. This will be going along the plot line of the story with a few twists here and there. Right now, I absolutely have no clue what pairings I'll have, if any at all. Please tell me if you have any good suggestions for this story.
Disclaimer: Definitely not mine!
Legolas Greenleaf was not what anyone expected him to be. A prince of Mirkwood he is, and one he will always be. But he was a caring prince, gentle and kind, with twinkling eyes. His outfit also gave off his heritage. Along braids of the royal family, robes made with the finest silk, decorated with twirling vines and leaves. He carried himself with great dignity, except for the occasional trip. Sun-kissed golden hair tumbled down to his shoulders, shining like millions of stars, moons, and suns. His eyes were like that of a crystal clear pool, cheerful and solemn at the same time. He was admired by many, charming even the gloomiest creature, dwarf or human. It would be an understatement to say that Legolas was fussy about his appearance.
Young Legolas, at the mere age of 2931 – still quite young, since Elves do not age much – was still as cheerful and lively as a child at the human age of 10. 'Never judge a book by its cover' would have been the perfect phrase to describe Legolas. Anyone who saw him would think of him as a mere child, when he in truth was along the firstborn. He was a respected prince of Mirkwood, beloved for his kindness. He was also the youngest prince, meaning that the main responsibilities did not fall to him, and Legolas gladly left it so.
Elrond was buried in his mountains of paperwork, neatly placed around his study. He had taken a short break from the task of watching over the young hobbit, Frodo Baggins, now that his situation was secure. The young hobbit would be waking up shortly, just as the ambassadors gathered for a meeting. As usual, these meetings would bore the participants to the point of death, but they were a much needed necessity. Hopefully, there would not be unnecessary bloodshed at this meeting. Though the disputes were often among the dwarves and the Silvan Elves.
A mass of golden locks appeared in the corner of Elrond's vision, distracting him from his musings.
"Glorfindel," Elrond sighed exasperatedly, "would it hurt to knock?"
Said elf put his hands up in the air, accompanied by a small roll of his eyes. "I'm just here to tell you the representatives have arrived, and is each resting in their respective rooms. There is Glóin, accompanied by his son, Gimli, arriving from Dale. From the Grey Havens, we have Galdor. Boromir, has journeyed here from the land of Gondor. And from the East, hails Prince Legolas of Mirkwood." Glorfindel finished his announcement with a small smirk.
Elrond felt a headache coming on. "Am I correct in hearing you say Legolas of Mirkwood is here?" Hopefully not.
Glorfindel smirked. "You are perfectly correct, Elrond, Lord of Imaldris. Legolas is indeed here from Mirkwood."
Elbereth help us. Elrond sighed, hoping there won't be anything catastrophic.
Legolas sat on his bed, drying his golden locks. He was finally feeling himself again after two days of riding through rough and dangerous terrain. Immediately after arriving at Imaldris, he had dashed into the shower to take a bath, neatening himself up to the last piece of golden hair. He had clothed himself in a rich robe of dark green velvet, along with cream-white cuffs the twirled around his sleeves like vines. Embroidered on the robe in varying shades of green were twirling ivy, thinning out as it reached his shoulders. Soft leather boots were chosen, comfortable though not essentially inappropriate. His hair was once again braided into the braids of the Royal Family of Mirkwood, and silver clips with sapphire studs kept the braids behind his ears.
Legolas looked up as he heard a knock on the thick oaken door of his room.
"Th meeting will be taking place at the Hall of Fire in precisely a hour." A voice announced outside, and shuffling footsteps were heard as the Elf scampered away.
Legolas sighed. He barely had enough time to pick a suitable set of clothing, least change into them. Leoglas finished up the last couple details to his hair, and looked through his sack for more suitable clothing. All he found was a set of plain traveler's clothes, as the rest were taken to be washed when he arrived.
The young prince stood up carefully, dusting off his robe. Well then, if he didn't have anything else to do, a walk in the gardens would certainly kill time. As Legolas opened the doors of his room and strode outside, he was pounced on by two figures waiting outside his door.
"You despicable twins!" Legolas screeched in Elvish before he was swept away by the two figures.
A grumbling Legolas leaned against an ancient oak tree, in the gardens of Imaldris. Elrohir and Elladan faced him, eyes glimmering with mischievous spark.
"Why didn't you tell us you were coming? We would have made some preparations if you had informed us earlier." The twins demanded, arm crossed, slightly grumpy.
Legolas snorted. "Like I had any notice beforehand either. A glowering Thranduil pushed me the road two days ago. Apparently he had 'forgotten' that there with going to be a meeting." He gave an exasperated sigh, carding his fingers through his hair and dusting leaves off his shirt. "And perhaps you will be able to tell me why you promptly dragged me over here? You do know that there is to be a meeting in the Hall of Fire in about-" Legolas looked up at the sky, measuring the time "-twenty minutes."
"Yes, we know." The twins looked coolly at Legolas, perfectly relaxed.
Legolas eyed the twin's choice of clothing suspiciously. A simple brown tunic accompanied by leggings. "And you be will be attending in that - garb?"
Elrohir smirked at Legolas. "Yes, my dear prince. Unlike you, we are not as 'fussy' about our clothing like you, who dusts off his robe every couple seconds-"
Legolas glared at him, tucking a strand of hair behind his ears.
"-or rearranges his hair, for that matter." Elladan could barely suppress his laughter at Elrohir's words.
"Pe-channas." Legolas muttered under his breath, giving those 'idiots' their respective title. He turned around, his robes swishing, and walked towards the direction of the Hall of Fire.