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Note: Hey, This is my first fic in this fandom after my main fandom had been destroyed on here *still smarting about that*. Anyway, My Muses decided to start writing for this fandom so let me know what you think.
A Meeting of Minds by DdC
Started on 23 February 2002
Lord Elrond smiled as he welcomed his cousin, King Thranduil, and his entourage. The two embraced and then Elrond noticed something.
"No Legolas?" He asked and his brother sighed, shakeing his head hopelessly.
"No. No Legolas. My Son is away fighting, as always. There's a small group of orc troubling some of our people and he determined to rid the relm of them before comeing. He loves his saddle better than his home I fancy."
"Well Legolas always was diffrent from his siblings. He'll be eternally restless."
Thranduil laughed at this and they began to walk towards the entrance of Rivendell. They inquired into each others fortunes as they had not seen each other in a centuary. Arwen and her brothers were away with in Lorien or Hunting. Eventually they reached a small room at the top of a tower, open to the air and private.
"Why did you call Elrond? Something must be troubling you." Thranduil asked as he sat on one of the benches that were up the tower. He was taller than his brother, years of fighting in Mirkwood had graced him with an uncommon broadness for an elf, and his golden hair (the only things other than his green eyes he had passed on to his son) was perpetually braided. The two lords were the complete contrast of each other but they were better friends than most cousins.
"There's someone I wish you to meet, and also it's been far too long since there was an archery contest, don't you think?"
"Indeed it has. But who is it that you wish me to meet?" Thranduil was intensely interested and Elrond called down to his servants who brought a Man into view, a mere child of no more than eight, before discreetly leaveing.
"Thranduil, meet Elsar, Aragorn son of Arathorn, Isildur's heir." Thranduil gaped at this young man before him who looked at him so innocently "Elsar, I would like you to meet my cousin, Thranduil, King of Mirkwood."
Aragorn looked amazedly at him before bowing deeply.
"An Honour to meet you, My Lord." The young man mumbled. Thranduil simply laughed and offerd his hand.
"We are equals, lad. Call me by my name." He said when Aragorn looked confused. Elrond smiled approvingly as Aragorn took the offerd hand.
Hours later and the two elven lords were walking the hallways of Rivendell together.
"So he was the reason you called me here." Thranduil said comfortably. Elrond nodded.
"It was my hope that he could spend a few summers with you in Mirkwood. He will need to know how to fight, and he will not learn that here."
"Hence why you were so anxious about my son not being with me, I assume."
"I hope you don't take offence at that."
"Not at all. Legolas is a far better fighter than I ever was at his age."
"Then you would not mind takeing Elsar for awhile?"
"Not in the least." Thranduil looked rather confidently at his host "In fact I belive the company may be good for Legolas. He keeps himself distant from everyone save his nephew Tilheld. He's worring me."
Lord Elrond placed a comforting hand on his cousin's arm.
"It is the same with my sons, and Elsar also. They are warriors, and maybe they sense a danger that we do not yet know of."
"All I know is that it is not good to be that way. You were always the wise one, My Brother." Thranduil hung his head and sighed. Elrond smiled.
"Come, we'll be called to sup soon."
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On the borders of Mirkwood the Prince Legolas Greenleaf was being cheered by his men. They sang elphin songs of victory as others set about the unplesant task of burning the Orc and Dark Elf bodies on a pyre. They would sing songs of mourning later for their fallen brethren who died for a glorious victory. And directing all this activity was Legolas Greenleaf, their Prince and Cheif Archer. It was he who was helping the healer as was his duty. Tilheld rushed over to his uncle, seeing him free for a moment.
"You won, Legolas!" He smiled broadly as his Uncle gestured for him to sit next to him. "I brought you some Lembas." He handed the package over.
"Thank you, Tilheld. It is not my victory, it's everyones." Legolas smiled suddenly "None less than you, my Nephew."
"Legolas?"
"Yes."
"When you go to Rivendell, can I come with you?"
Legolas looked at his eager young Nephew with his long black hair braided into a single braid down the center of his back in the manner of the younger Male Elves of Mirkwood, and his blue eyes shineing with the joy of victory.
"Do you not wish to stay and celebrate the victory of your first battle?"
"Nay, I would rather accompany you."
Legolas laughed and ruffled what he could of Tilheld's hair. "Very well. But you must get your Fathers premission. I would not have him accuse me of stealing you."
"Thank you, My Lord!" And Tilheld left, laughing the whole way and joining in the victorious singing, leaveing Legolas to eat the waybread and prepare his journey in his mind as he already knew that his brother would never allow his Nephew to join him.
Note: Hey, This is my first fic in this fandom after my main fandom had been destroyed on here *still smarting about that*. Anyway, My Muses decided to start writing for this fandom so let me know what you think.
A Meeting of Minds by DdC
Started on 23 February 2002
Lord Elrond smiled as he welcomed his cousin, King Thranduil, and his entourage. The two embraced and then Elrond noticed something.
"No Legolas?" He asked and his brother sighed, shakeing his head hopelessly.
"No. No Legolas. My Son is away fighting, as always. There's a small group of orc troubling some of our people and he determined to rid the relm of them before comeing. He loves his saddle better than his home I fancy."
"Well Legolas always was diffrent from his siblings. He'll be eternally restless."
Thranduil laughed at this and they began to walk towards the entrance of Rivendell. They inquired into each others fortunes as they had not seen each other in a centuary. Arwen and her brothers were away with in Lorien or Hunting. Eventually they reached a small room at the top of a tower, open to the air and private.
"Why did you call Elrond? Something must be troubling you." Thranduil asked as he sat on one of the benches that were up the tower. He was taller than his brother, years of fighting in Mirkwood had graced him with an uncommon broadness for an elf, and his golden hair (the only things other than his green eyes he had passed on to his son) was perpetually braided. The two lords were the complete contrast of each other but they were better friends than most cousins.
"There's someone I wish you to meet, and also it's been far too long since there was an archery contest, don't you think?"
"Indeed it has. But who is it that you wish me to meet?" Thranduil was intensely interested and Elrond called down to his servants who brought a Man into view, a mere child of no more than eight, before discreetly leaveing.
"Thranduil, meet Elsar, Aragorn son of Arathorn, Isildur's heir." Thranduil gaped at this young man before him who looked at him so innocently "Elsar, I would like you to meet my cousin, Thranduil, King of Mirkwood."
Aragorn looked amazedly at him before bowing deeply.
"An Honour to meet you, My Lord." The young man mumbled. Thranduil simply laughed and offerd his hand.
"We are equals, lad. Call me by my name." He said when Aragorn looked confused. Elrond smiled approvingly as Aragorn took the offerd hand.
Hours later and the two elven lords were walking the hallways of Rivendell together.
"So he was the reason you called me here." Thranduil said comfortably. Elrond nodded.
"It was my hope that he could spend a few summers with you in Mirkwood. He will need to know how to fight, and he will not learn that here."
"Hence why you were so anxious about my son not being with me, I assume."
"I hope you don't take offence at that."
"Not at all. Legolas is a far better fighter than I ever was at his age."
"Then you would not mind takeing Elsar for awhile?"
"Not in the least." Thranduil looked rather confidently at his host "In fact I belive the company may be good for Legolas. He keeps himself distant from everyone save his nephew Tilheld. He's worring me."
Lord Elrond placed a comforting hand on his cousin's arm.
"It is the same with my sons, and Elsar also. They are warriors, and maybe they sense a danger that we do not yet know of."
"All I know is that it is not good to be that way. You were always the wise one, My Brother." Thranduil hung his head and sighed. Elrond smiled.
"Come, we'll be called to sup soon."
************************************
On the borders of Mirkwood the Prince Legolas Greenleaf was being cheered by his men. They sang elphin songs of victory as others set about the unplesant task of burning the Orc and Dark Elf bodies on a pyre. They would sing songs of mourning later for their fallen brethren who died for a glorious victory. And directing all this activity was Legolas Greenleaf, their Prince and Cheif Archer. It was he who was helping the healer as was his duty. Tilheld rushed over to his uncle, seeing him free for a moment.
"You won, Legolas!" He smiled broadly as his Uncle gestured for him to sit next to him. "I brought you some Lembas." He handed the package over.
"Thank you, Tilheld. It is not my victory, it's everyones." Legolas smiled suddenly "None less than you, my Nephew."
"Legolas?"
"Yes."
"When you go to Rivendell, can I come with you?"
Legolas looked at his eager young Nephew with his long black hair braided into a single braid down the center of his back in the manner of the younger Male Elves of Mirkwood, and his blue eyes shineing with the joy of victory.
"Do you not wish to stay and celebrate the victory of your first battle?"
"Nay, I would rather accompany you."
Legolas laughed and ruffled what he could of Tilheld's hair. "Very well. But you must get your Fathers premission. I would not have him accuse me of stealing you."
"Thank you, My Lord!" And Tilheld left, laughing the whole way and joining in the victorious singing, leaveing Legolas to eat the waybread and prepare his journey in his mind as he already knew that his brother would never allow his Nephew to join him.