Author's Note: Ok, all the normal stuff about me not owning Tokien's characters and such. Also, I know the timing may be off considering ages, but that's why it's called a fanfiction. Hope you enjoy, please review.
Legolas was excited. Elladan and Ellrohir were coming to visit. It had been a long time since he had last seen them and they always had so much fun playing together (even if they did get in trouble a lot). Legolas could not keep still.
He hung out of windows, watching and listening for the arrival of his friends. They would, of course, be coming with their father, Lord Elrond. Elrond came occasionally, when he had need to speak with Legolas' father, King Thranduil of Mirkwood.
Although minutes and hours are fractional in comparison to an elf's life, these hours seemed to drag on forever. Legolas had nearly given up all hope that his friends would ever arrive, when his father called for him to come greet their guests. Legolas leapt up and raced out the door. They were here! He had forgotten to watch, and had missed their arrival.
Legolas slowed before he reached the entrance hall. His father was constantly scolding him for running about; according to Thranduil, it was very un-elflike. Legolas walked into the entrance hall, trying to keep his excitement down.
"There you are Legolas," Thranduil said, spotting his son. "Lord Elrond, you know my son, Legolas."
"Yes, good day to you, young prince," Elrond said.
"Lord Elrond," Legolas said, his hand on his chest in an elven greeting.
"Elrohir and Elladan are outside. And with them is a surprise." Legolas grinned, and forgetting protocol, ran out the door.
"Forgive Legolas, young elves…. But of course you would know, having two yourself."
"Yes, only now I do not have only two young ones running about."
"What do you mean?" Thranduil asked.
"We must talk," Elrond replied.
Outside, Legolas spotted his friends by their horses and ran to greet them. "Elladan! Elrohir!"
"Legolas!" The twins yelled together, and they both jumped upon Legolas, knocking him to the ground. The three friends laughed, and Elrohir helped Legolas up. "Elladan, is that any way to treat a prince, knocking him about like that?"
"I think you must be mistaken, my dear brother. It was you, not I, who knocked him down."
"It most certainly was not. I would never do such a thing."
"I cannot believe that you would lie like that Elrohir."
"Lie, me? Never."
"Ha. Just yesterday father asked who had been into the food packs and you blamed me, even though it was you."
"But it was you. I saw you."
"Well I saw you."
"Well maybe it was the both of you," Legolas interrupted.
"Oh yeah, it was," Elrohir said.
"And Estel. He helped," Elladan added.
"Who?" Legolas asked.
"Oh yeah, you haven't met our new brother. Common over here Estel, Legolas will not hurt you."
"Too much," Elladan added, grinning.
For the first time, Legolas noticed an extra horse, and standing beside it, a young, black haired boy. When Elrohir called to him, he stepped out of the shadows of the forest, and Legolas could see him clearly.
"Hello," The boy said awkwardly. "My name is Estel."
Legolas stared. Estel had longish dark hair, not unlike Elladan and Elrohir. His dress was similar to theirs as well. However, at first glance Legolas knew he was no elf. He was shorter than any of the three young elves, and although he seemed to speak elvish well enough, Legolas had no doubt the boy was human.
Legolas tore his eyes away from the boy to look at his friends. "But how can he be your brother, he's a human." Legolas spoke the word "human" the same way he had often heard his father refer to the men of Laketown; with a mix of superiority and contempt. Legolas also added a touch of pity; after all, they could not help being human.
Estel stared down at the ground. Elladan and Elrohir however, were staring wide eyed over Legolas' shoulder. Legolas whirled around to see his father standing with Lord Elrond, and from the look on Thranduil's face, his last comment had been overheard.
"Legolas! What a rude thing to say? Have you no manners?"
"But adar-"
"Silence! Is that how you treat out guests? Haven't I taught you better that that?"
Legolas stared hard at the ground, his ears glowing red from the harsh rebuke. He was filled with a sudden resentment towards his father and Estel. His father never cared much for humans, what was so special about this boy? Legolas decided then he did not like Estel. He did not care what his father or anyone else said, they could not make him like this strange human boy who did not belong among the elves.
Thranduil turned his attention to Estel, to welcome him. Legolas slipped away, and ran to his favorite tree. Once high in its branches he felt better, calmer. He decided he might just stay up in his tree until the stupid human left. That meant missing out playing with his friends, but they could come up and see him. He doubted the human boy could climb this high.