Prologue
I don't own them, blah blah blah.
This is like, completely AU. I got this idea whilst babysitting two little terrors. Heh… I got money though. ^.^
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The golden-haired, blue-eyed prince of Mirkwood sat on his bed one evening, reading a book. The curtains over his window were drawn to allow the warm night air into his room. Outside, the trees swayed and sang with the wind. The sun was setting and the shadows in the forest grew longer. Legolas paused briefly from his book to catch a glimpse at the last of the sunlight for the day. Then he turned his attention back to reading. He was dressed simply in a loose green tunic and loose brown leggings. His was barefoot. If he were a human, he would be about 17. He loved the summer since it was always warm and he could bath in the sunlight before it went dormant for the winter.
As he read, there was a soft knock on the door. He looked up from the book. "Come in." He said, knowing from the knock that it was his eldest sister, Nira'lin. She opened the door and stepped into the room, closing with quietly. She had long dark hair that matched their mothers. Her eyes were a brilliant green color. She was dressed in a light, cotton dress of pale pink. The sleeves opened up at the ends. The long swished around her bare feet. She still wore her crown on her head. It was made of mithril, and was in the shape of vines with little leaf charms hanging off of it. In human years, she was 22.
After closing the door, she sat down lightly at the end of Legolas's bed. "Legolas, Ada is missing from his study again." She said in her soft voice. Legolas looked up at his sister.
"He is free to wander the palace isn't he?" Legolas asked, raising an eyebrow. Nira'lin sighed.
"Legolas, he has been missing most of the day. I searched the entire palace for him." She said. Legolas leaned forward and placed his slender hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry, I know where he is." Legolas assured her.
"Where?" She asked.
"In the garden… with Naneth." He answered, then leaned back in his pillows.
"Oh…" She replied. Legolas gave her a sad smile.
"It has been many years, yet he still grieves for her." Legolas said, staring blankly at the book in his lap. Nira'lin nodded. She took his hand.
"Come with me to the kitchens, ai toror'." She said. Legolas smiled and put his book aside and followed Nira'lin out of the room.
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As the two siblings begged the cook for food, Thranduil, King of Mirkwood came back to the palace. He had missed his wife more than usual that day, and only wanted to be at her grave. He had loved his wife very much when she was alive, but when those spiders invaded the courtyard of the palace and killed her, he felt as if he were fading into shadow, a feeling that most elves never feel. He relied on his children to keep him from falling under. His daughter, Nira'lin, and his son, Legolas, were his pride and joy. He ruled Mirkwood the best he could just so they could be happy and safe.
When Thranduil arrived in the throne room of the palace, there was a kitchen servant there. When she saw the King, she bowed. "Your Highness, your children are bothering the cook again." She told him. Thranduil laughed.
"Tell the cook to ignore them and to get dinner on the table." He said with a small smile. The servant nodded, bowed, and walked out of the room.
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This was more like a character development chapter than a prologue. Most of it has nothing to do with the rest of the story, but that's ok. So… the kids I had to babysit were like little nightmares in a child's body, and they drove me crazy! Oh well… it's all over now. Hopefully this is a good story. I think it's a pretty good idea since Legolas doesn't usually have a sister. Oh well.
Translation~
Ai toror' ~~ Little Brother… or something to that effect.
Peace In As Always~
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