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A/N: This is a [sort of] prequel to A Lost Life, A Lost Soul – it explains somethings that happen in ALLALS and in the sequel to that, Forgiven. However, neither of them has to be read to get this one.
Chapter 1
It was the end of the summer season and autumn was fast approaching. The leaves of Mirkwood were slowly drifting from their deep greens to reds and golds, turning the forest into a vast sea of fiery hues.
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The night was lit brightly by burning torches, stuck into small sockets on the trees surrounding the clearing. There was sweet elvish music drifting through the trees. Elves laughed and danced about the fire roaring in the middle of a circle of smooth tree bases where others sat. There was plenty of food and more drink still – especially the sweet, cloying wine that the wood elves were fond of.
Legolas sat with his brothers at the high seats, their wooden drinking bowls filled with wine. They laughed and clapped, watching their younger sister, Ithilwen dance by, her long silvery blond hair floating in the gentle breeze, her silver dress swirling about her. Her sapphire eyes twinkled with joy and laughter as she spun and swirled in rhythm to the Elven music. The celebration was in her honor – the celebration of her day of birth.
Legolas nudged his older brother, Brethilorn, who sat at his right, with a sly smile on his lips. He nodded vaguely towards his left. Brethilorn followed his gaze, seeing one of the men of Laketown (whom the princes highly disliked), following Ithilwen's every move. Legolas's other two brothers, the Crown Prince, Adrahil, and Brethilorn's twin, Thalion, looked to see what their brothers were finding so amusing. Their faces instantly adopted smiles identical to Legolas and Brethilorn's at the sight.
"You'd think he'd be a little more inconspicuous about it," commented Brethilorn.
"Humans, you know," scoffed the other twin.
"Tsk, tsk, whatever are we going to do to with him?" Adrahil asked mockingly.
"Our poor, defenseless sister," added Legolas in an equally mocking tone. At these words, he felt a sharp slap on the back of his head. He spun around quickly, to find Ithilwen standing behind him, hand raised, ready for another hit.
"Poor, defenseless?"
Legolas grinned at her sardonically, his brothers chortling beside him. He ducked easily under her arm as she slapped at him again. Grabbing her arm, he stood up, pulling her towards the fire, spinning her effortlessly in a lively dance.
The elves around clapped, cheered, and laughed appreciatively, watching the two youngest members of the royal family move easily and gracefully in time to the music.
The song ended and Legolas and Ithilwen bowed, returning to their seats laughing.
"I see my children have learned well."
The five looked up to see their father standing above them. In unison all rose to their feet and bowed to Thranduil. As they rose from the bow, Ithilwen threw her arms around his neck.
Laughing, the King sat down after Ithilwen had let go, his children and following suit.
"Come, my people, have food and be merry. I shall not tolerate this solemn mood on my daughter's celebration of birth!"
The others cheered loudly in approval. The music resumed and more food was brought out. In the midst of the cheering and chatter, a noise was heard off in the near distance, though none heeded it.
Suddenly, out of the darkness of the surrounding trees stepped a blue-hooded dwarf. At the sight of him, the fires were put out by magic, the music ceased, the harp strings stopped, and the voices quieted.
Then the chaotic noise began. Dwarvish voices raised an ear-splitting clamor. With their night-vision, Legolas and his siblings could easily see the lot of them running about in circles, screaming as loud as they could.
"Noegyth," Legolas breathed in disgust as most of the feasting elves dispersed into the forest.
In the dark, the first dwarf with the blue hood wandered past where the princes and princess stood.
Brethilorn waved his hand slightly over the passing figure. Within an instant, the dwarf lay snoring on the ground. Adrahil quickly bound the dwarf's arms and legs with rope.
"Lasto," whispered Ithilwen.
Screeching, unearthly sounds drifted through the air to the elves' ears.
"Ungol!"
In terror, the remaining elves fled, carrying their Dwarvish prisoner with them. The others would probably be caught by the spiders, thought Legolas as he followed his siblings back towards the palace. Pity, for not even dwarves deserved such a cruel fate.
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Lasto = Listen
Ungol = Spiders
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