Hi everyone! This is my first venture into the Hobbit/LOTR fic world. I thought I'd start out short, simple, and to the point. I really hope you like it and please review if you've got the time. Enjoy!
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He doesn't understand their ways.
He doesn't understand the way they dress and the way they speak and the way they fight. For all his years, he has yet to understand the dwarves. Why do they speak in such a harsh language, a language that hurts his ears and makes the trees quiver with fear? Why do they mine into the earth, tearing away at rock like it isn't alive? Do they not hear its screams?
They are blind, Legolas thinks. It is obvious. They are stupid too, though this one that is subject to the tip of his arrow seems more intelligent than the rest. At least he knows not to utter a word. The Woodland Prince will gladly end his sad little life.
He watches as they march through the forest, over the bridge, and into his home. They are so strange, so clunky and loud. What animals are left scurry away from their footfalls like death itself is tromping through the forest. Do they not hear themselves? What is the point of moving so loudly? Why would you want to rip through the world, never listening to the quiet songs that the wind sings?
Legolas thinks they are rude too. Very rude. He watches as the guards lock them up in cells. They yell and shout and spit out curses. Do they not see they have been saved? The spiders would have surely killed them, and if not the spiders than hunger and thirst. They should be grateful!
And why do they carry such crude weapons? He watches as an elf walks past, his arms laden with their rough swords and daggers. Sure, they are far from the shards of metal used by the orcs, but they are not like the polished weapons Legolas has strapped to his back. They are big and bulky, just like their stout bodies. They are shaped with hard straight edges that are just as cold as the mountains where they live. Legolas thinks of his blades and bow and their clean lines and warm deadly edges.
Legolas does not understand the dwarves.
Why do they not see beauty? Why do they treat the life around them like it is lesser than themselves? Why do they destroy?
It is because they are uncivilized beasts.
At least, that is what his father told him.