DISCLAIMER: I don't own Legolas (Damn!). I own everybody else, but I
borrowed Elora's name from Willow.
Author's Note: My sister proofread this and she said, "I can't tell where this is going." That's the plan, Stan. Please stick with it. The tone will shift as they get older (they're little kids/early teens now) and this will probably turn out to be quite long. I'll try to update often, but with classes starting Monday it might be hard, but I will finish this story…even if no one likes it! Please tell me what you think! I'm a wannabe screenwriter so any input, good or bad, is always welcome. Thanks!
Prince Legolas Greenleaf was bored. Bored out of his blonde little head. Outside of the room he could hear the wind softly blowing through the breeze. It seemed to be calling his name. "Legolas," it whispered. "Come out and play."
It was a beautiful, mid-spring day in Mirkwood, a golden afternoon. To the young prince it was a sin not to be outside. And it was especially sinful that he was trapped indoors in the one place he hated most.
Master Hyren's Ancient Elvish History class.
Legolas hated the class. No, hate was not strong enough a word. He despised it. He loathed it. The course material was boring beyond belief, an endless parade of names and dates and places and laws. There were hardly any wars or courtly scandals, interesting history that Legolas wouldn't have minded. Unfortunately, those things occurred in Middle Modern Elvish History, a class reserved only for upperclassmen. Even his royal title couldn't get him into that class ahead of schedule. The fact that this class was the last of his day did little to lessen the pain of it. To make matters worse, Master Hyren was himself an ancient elf. It was an ongoing joke in the class that Hyren had lived through most of what he taught. He spit whenever he was especially excited about the day's lesson, and snapped his fingers at you if he felt you were losing focus.
Oh yes, Legolas hated every aspect of that class.
Well, not every aspect.
He liked his seat. Third row back, second seat from the right. He liked this seat very much, as it gave him the perfect view of the class' saving grace.
Norenna Oakenshield.
She was the focus of every adolescent boy in school. Even the elves a few decades older than her were amazed by her beauty. She had golden hair the color of freshly harvested wheat. Her eyes shone clear blue, bluer than any mountain lake or cloudless sky.
But, most important of all, Norenna was more developed than any other girl her age.
That fact especially attracted the boys.
Legolas was staring at her- most of the boys were- daydreaming as usual about Norenna. Today's adventure was more exciting than usual. Norenna had been kidnapped by an evil wizard, who had placed her in a tall tower guarded by a ferocious dragon. Legolas had quickly disposed of the dragon with his superior archery skills and then bounded up the steps three at a time, knocking down the door with a swift kick. Norenna had rushed into his arms.
"Oh Legolas!" she cried. "You are so brave and handsome! If you do not kiss me now I shall die!"
Legolas leaned in to comply with her wishes. His lips were hovering over her sweet coral ones…
SNAP!! SNAP SNAP!!
Old Hyren stood over his desk, snapping his fingers. "Master Legolas?"
Legolas was pulled back to reality. "Yes?"
"Do you have an answer?"
"I'm sorry sir. What was the question?"
Master Hyren let out a long, exasperated sigh. Young elves of this age had but one thing on their minds. And it wasn't Ancient Elvish History.
"I was wondering if you knew the outcome of King Merrug's ten year hermitage?"
Legolas stared at him blankly. The only thing he could think of was "Who is King Merrug?"
"Ah…ummm…in his…uh…insanity?"
Hyren rolled his eyes. "Mistress Elora?"
Legolas turned in his seat. Elora Mossflower sat behind him and to the left. She had been writing furiously when Hyren called on her. She looked up and answered in her clear, confident voice.
"The 276 Common Laws of the United Elvish Races."
Hyren blessed her with a rare smile. "That is correct, Mistress Elora. The 276 Common Laws…."
His voice trailed out of Legolas' hearing. Elora glanced at him and mouthed, "Duh, idiot."
Legolas flicked her off and returned to his daydreaming.
Author's Note: My sister proofread this and she said, "I can't tell where this is going." That's the plan, Stan. Please stick with it. The tone will shift as they get older (they're little kids/early teens now) and this will probably turn out to be quite long. I'll try to update often, but with classes starting Monday it might be hard, but I will finish this story…even if no one likes it! Please tell me what you think! I'm a wannabe screenwriter so any input, good or bad, is always welcome. Thanks!
Prince Legolas Greenleaf was bored. Bored out of his blonde little head. Outside of the room he could hear the wind softly blowing through the breeze. It seemed to be calling his name. "Legolas," it whispered. "Come out and play."
It was a beautiful, mid-spring day in Mirkwood, a golden afternoon. To the young prince it was a sin not to be outside. And it was especially sinful that he was trapped indoors in the one place he hated most.
Master Hyren's Ancient Elvish History class.
Legolas hated the class. No, hate was not strong enough a word. He despised it. He loathed it. The course material was boring beyond belief, an endless parade of names and dates and places and laws. There were hardly any wars or courtly scandals, interesting history that Legolas wouldn't have minded. Unfortunately, those things occurred in Middle Modern Elvish History, a class reserved only for upperclassmen. Even his royal title couldn't get him into that class ahead of schedule. The fact that this class was the last of his day did little to lessen the pain of it. To make matters worse, Master Hyren was himself an ancient elf. It was an ongoing joke in the class that Hyren had lived through most of what he taught. He spit whenever he was especially excited about the day's lesson, and snapped his fingers at you if he felt you were losing focus.
Oh yes, Legolas hated every aspect of that class.
Well, not every aspect.
He liked his seat. Third row back, second seat from the right. He liked this seat very much, as it gave him the perfect view of the class' saving grace.
Norenna Oakenshield.
She was the focus of every adolescent boy in school. Even the elves a few decades older than her were amazed by her beauty. She had golden hair the color of freshly harvested wheat. Her eyes shone clear blue, bluer than any mountain lake or cloudless sky.
But, most important of all, Norenna was more developed than any other girl her age.
That fact especially attracted the boys.
Legolas was staring at her- most of the boys were- daydreaming as usual about Norenna. Today's adventure was more exciting than usual. Norenna had been kidnapped by an evil wizard, who had placed her in a tall tower guarded by a ferocious dragon. Legolas had quickly disposed of the dragon with his superior archery skills and then bounded up the steps three at a time, knocking down the door with a swift kick. Norenna had rushed into his arms.
"Oh Legolas!" she cried. "You are so brave and handsome! If you do not kiss me now I shall die!"
Legolas leaned in to comply with her wishes. His lips were hovering over her sweet coral ones…
SNAP!! SNAP SNAP!!
Old Hyren stood over his desk, snapping his fingers. "Master Legolas?"
Legolas was pulled back to reality. "Yes?"
"Do you have an answer?"
"I'm sorry sir. What was the question?"
Master Hyren let out a long, exasperated sigh. Young elves of this age had but one thing on their minds. And it wasn't Ancient Elvish History.
"I was wondering if you knew the outcome of King Merrug's ten year hermitage?"
Legolas stared at him blankly. The only thing he could think of was "Who is King Merrug?"
"Ah…ummm…in his…uh…insanity?"
Hyren rolled his eyes. "Mistress Elora?"
Legolas turned in his seat. Elora Mossflower sat behind him and to the left. She had been writing furiously when Hyren called on her. She looked up and answered in her clear, confident voice.
"The 276 Common Laws of the United Elvish Races."
Hyren blessed her with a rare smile. "That is correct, Mistress Elora. The 276 Common Laws…."
His voice trailed out of Legolas' hearing. Elora glanced at him and mouthed, "Duh, idiot."
Legolas flicked her off and returned to his daydreaming.