An Arrow of Friendship
Chapter 1.
This is my first LOTR's fanfic. I've read the books (Not the Simerllian, which is probably spelt wrong, although I probably should) and watched the films but I'm not all that clear on all the phrasing and that sort of stuff so if you spot anything amiss then do tell me. Other than that I hope you enjoy and if you do (or don't) let me no about it.
Legolas, son of Thranduil, stood upon the balcony adjourned to his rooms and looked out over his homelands of Mirkwood. He listened to the morning song of the birds mingled with the sound of falling water from the fountain in the Royal courtyard.
The tall prince smiled, content, as he watched the Elves around him go about their morning duties. The blond Elf could not imagine of any greater place to live. Indeed he had travelled the forests and plains of Middle- Earth but even the Golden Woods of Lothlorien and Imladris, although beautiful and peaceful, could not warm his heart like the trees of Mirkwood did.
Sighing as he took another glance other his home he turned to go change for morning meal but was stopped by the sight of three riders heading towards the central house.
Legolas raised his arm to the riders in greeting, feeling certain he knew at least two of the three. His smile turned into a grin of delight when two identical arms were raised in return.
Legolas turned into his rooms and changed quickly before heading swiftly for the stable courtyard. As he descended the stairs leading to the open yard he studied the three riders. Two were identical in stance and looks. Both Elves had dark hair which was braided back to it would not fly too much in the wind when riding. The golden haired Prince did not know the third rider. He was a young man, not Elf, with a rather sturdy build. His hair was long enough to be braided but was just left in a straggled mass of dark raven hair. The muscles in his shoulders were tight with either tiredness or unease but which was not clear to Legolas.
"Hail Legolas Prince of Mirkwood. How fair you?" The eldest of the sons of Elrond asked.
"Well nin mellon. What brings Elladan and Elrohir, sons of Elrond to Mirkwood?"
" Can we not just be passing through the wood? Must there be a reason?" asked the youngest of the twins.
" Nay Elrohir, but 'tis seldom you travel to these lands." Legolas stated before turning towards the upper levels of the House of Thranduil. " Come let us speak with my father before we eat and speak further."
As they headed along the golden and green halls towards the grand hall of King Thranduil the twins of Elrond introduced the third of their company to Legolas.
" This is Estel our foster brother." The young Prince of Mirkwood looked at the rough looking man and bowed his head in a sign of both greeting and respect.
"Welcome Son of Elrond." Estel made no reply only looked warily at the Elf with cold grey eyes. The archer was unnerved by the intense searching gaze of the man but pushed his emotions aside as they arrived at the hall where his father sat.
The king of Mirkwood was sitting at the head of a great table with many of the advisors of the lands.
The three travellers and Legolas bowed to the king in respect before the prince went and joined his father at the head of the table ignoring the glares of anger and annoyance from a few of the higher ranking advisors.
"Welcome, Elladan and Elrohir, young lords of Rivendell. I would greet the third in your company as well if I but knew whom I was addressing." Elrohir made forwards to introduce his youngest brother but was stopped by someone else speaking.
"I am Estel though my true name is known to you through council with both Lord Elrond and Mithrandir." Thranduil smiled knowingly and bowed his respect.
" Indeed you are known to me. Welcome Estel to the realm of the woodland Elves." After a return bow from Estel the blond king spoke to all of the travellers and his son.
" I bid you all to join me tonight at the feasts. Until that time my son will show you to your rooms and tend to your needs. We will speak tonight."
" Until tonight my Lord," Elladan said bowing and following Legolas out of the hall his twin close behind him.
Once out of the hall Legolas led the three to the hall where the morning meal was still set out. Once they had all eaten their fill Legolas turned to the twins for news of middle earth. He was told of the slow increase of Orcs and of trivial things that happened within the area of Rivendell. They also spoke of their visit to Lothlorien although they hide much of what had happened from Legolas as he sensed an undercurrent of foreboding in their speech.
" Life seems to be full. Tell me once again why you are here as I sense you are not telling me the whole truth?"
" To suggest such a thing nin mellon, you wound my heart with your words." Elrohir joked lightly with him causing Legolas to smile.
" Indeed but you know I speak true in my words."
" You do indeed Legolas. We have need of your skills." Elladan replied in turn of his brother.
" My skills? And which skills would they be?"
" Your archery skills. You are renowned as the best archer among all the Elven kind."
" Who here has need of my archery skills then good Elladan. For both you and Elrohir are skilled adequately enough in archery to suit your needs."
" That as it may be Legolas it is not us who require such expertise but Estel here." Legolas looked at the young man who had been silent for most of the meal.
" Indeed and is Estel not willing to be taught by you or your twin?"
" I am however father feels the need for me to be taught by you. I would be satisfied with the little knowledge my brothers have then having to travel so far from my home to be taught by some high Elf who has much skill but has never put it into practice."
" Estel!" The twins of Elrond yelled in unison as Estel rose to leave.
" How ignorant the young are. Go back to your home young one but remember to tell your father the truth, that you were too cowardly to stay and not that I would not teach you the art of archery."
" You are staying Estel. Father will not allow you to return to Rivendell alone. You must stay and learn." Elladan spoke harshly.
" Why must I? Why can I not just stay at home?" Estel cried sounding every bit of youth he was.
" You know the reason little one." Elrohir said soothingly as he got up and hugged his foster brother to him.
" Then I will stay. That is if the Lord Legolas would like to have me here?"
" I would young Estel. I would indeed."
The twins stayed only a few days before they took to saddle again for the journey home. The morning of their leaving saw Estel in Legolas' rooms looking out across the lands much as Legolas had done when they were arriving. He followed the figures on horse back with his eyes until he could no longer see them. When they had finally vanished from his range of sight he turned to the blond Prince that stood besides him patiently and quietly.
" When do we begin the lessons?" He asked in a cold voice believing that the sooner they started the sooner he could rejoin his brothers.
" Tomorrow we begin the practical training today we begin the mental preparation."
" Very well I will meet you after I have had time to eat and wash."
" Very well." Legolas said and watched the dark haired man leave the room with a feeling of foreboding. He was not looking forward to the months ahead.
Chapter 1.
This is my first LOTR's fanfic. I've read the books (Not the Simerllian, which is probably spelt wrong, although I probably should) and watched the films but I'm not all that clear on all the phrasing and that sort of stuff so if you spot anything amiss then do tell me. Other than that I hope you enjoy and if you do (or don't) let me no about it.
Legolas, son of Thranduil, stood upon the balcony adjourned to his rooms and looked out over his homelands of Mirkwood. He listened to the morning song of the birds mingled with the sound of falling water from the fountain in the Royal courtyard.
The tall prince smiled, content, as he watched the Elves around him go about their morning duties. The blond Elf could not imagine of any greater place to live. Indeed he had travelled the forests and plains of Middle- Earth but even the Golden Woods of Lothlorien and Imladris, although beautiful and peaceful, could not warm his heart like the trees of Mirkwood did.
Sighing as he took another glance other his home he turned to go change for morning meal but was stopped by the sight of three riders heading towards the central house.
Legolas raised his arm to the riders in greeting, feeling certain he knew at least two of the three. His smile turned into a grin of delight when two identical arms were raised in return.
Legolas turned into his rooms and changed quickly before heading swiftly for the stable courtyard. As he descended the stairs leading to the open yard he studied the three riders. Two were identical in stance and looks. Both Elves had dark hair which was braided back to it would not fly too much in the wind when riding. The golden haired Prince did not know the third rider. He was a young man, not Elf, with a rather sturdy build. His hair was long enough to be braided but was just left in a straggled mass of dark raven hair. The muscles in his shoulders were tight with either tiredness or unease but which was not clear to Legolas.
"Hail Legolas Prince of Mirkwood. How fair you?" The eldest of the sons of Elrond asked.
"Well nin mellon. What brings Elladan and Elrohir, sons of Elrond to Mirkwood?"
" Can we not just be passing through the wood? Must there be a reason?" asked the youngest of the twins.
" Nay Elrohir, but 'tis seldom you travel to these lands." Legolas stated before turning towards the upper levels of the House of Thranduil. " Come let us speak with my father before we eat and speak further."
As they headed along the golden and green halls towards the grand hall of King Thranduil the twins of Elrond introduced the third of their company to Legolas.
" This is Estel our foster brother." The young Prince of Mirkwood looked at the rough looking man and bowed his head in a sign of both greeting and respect.
"Welcome Son of Elrond." Estel made no reply only looked warily at the Elf with cold grey eyes. The archer was unnerved by the intense searching gaze of the man but pushed his emotions aside as they arrived at the hall where his father sat.
The king of Mirkwood was sitting at the head of a great table with many of the advisors of the lands.
The three travellers and Legolas bowed to the king in respect before the prince went and joined his father at the head of the table ignoring the glares of anger and annoyance from a few of the higher ranking advisors.
"Welcome, Elladan and Elrohir, young lords of Rivendell. I would greet the third in your company as well if I but knew whom I was addressing." Elrohir made forwards to introduce his youngest brother but was stopped by someone else speaking.
"I am Estel though my true name is known to you through council with both Lord Elrond and Mithrandir." Thranduil smiled knowingly and bowed his respect.
" Indeed you are known to me. Welcome Estel to the realm of the woodland Elves." After a return bow from Estel the blond king spoke to all of the travellers and his son.
" I bid you all to join me tonight at the feasts. Until that time my son will show you to your rooms and tend to your needs. We will speak tonight."
" Until tonight my Lord," Elladan said bowing and following Legolas out of the hall his twin close behind him.
Once out of the hall Legolas led the three to the hall where the morning meal was still set out. Once they had all eaten their fill Legolas turned to the twins for news of middle earth. He was told of the slow increase of Orcs and of trivial things that happened within the area of Rivendell. They also spoke of their visit to Lothlorien although they hide much of what had happened from Legolas as he sensed an undercurrent of foreboding in their speech.
" Life seems to be full. Tell me once again why you are here as I sense you are not telling me the whole truth?"
" To suggest such a thing nin mellon, you wound my heart with your words." Elrohir joked lightly with him causing Legolas to smile.
" Indeed but you know I speak true in my words."
" You do indeed Legolas. We have need of your skills." Elladan replied in turn of his brother.
" My skills? And which skills would they be?"
" Your archery skills. You are renowned as the best archer among all the Elven kind."
" Who here has need of my archery skills then good Elladan. For both you and Elrohir are skilled adequately enough in archery to suit your needs."
" That as it may be Legolas it is not us who require such expertise but Estel here." Legolas looked at the young man who had been silent for most of the meal.
" Indeed and is Estel not willing to be taught by you or your twin?"
" I am however father feels the need for me to be taught by you. I would be satisfied with the little knowledge my brothers have then having to travel so far from my home to be taught by some high Elf who has much skill but has never put it into practice."
" Estel!" The twins of Elrond yelled in unison as Estel rose to leave.
" How ignorant the young are. Go back to your home young one but remember to tell your father the truth, that you were too cowardly to stay and not that I would not teach you the art of archery."
" You are staying Estel. Father will not allow you to return to Rivendell alone. You must stay and learn." Elladan spoke harshly.
" Why must I? Why can I not just stay at home?" Estel cried sounding every bit of youth he was.
" You know the reason little one." Elrohir said soothingly as he got up and hugged his foster brother to him.
" Then I will stay. That is if the Lord Legolas would like to have me here?"
" I would young Estel. I would indeed."
The twins stayed only a few days before they took to saddle again for the journey home. The morning of their leaving saw Estel in Legolas' rooms looking out across the lands much as Legolas had done when they were arriving. He followed the figures on horse back with his eyes until he could no longer see them. When they had finally vanished from his range of sight he turned to the blond Prince that stood besides him patiently and quietly.
" When do we begin the lessons?" He asked in a cold voice believing that the sooner they started the sooner he could rejoin his brothers.
" Tomorrow we begin the practical training today we begin the mental preparation."
" Very well I will meet you after I have had time to eat and wash."
" Very well." Legolas said and watched the dark haired man leave the room with a feeling of foreboding. He was not looking forward to the months ahead.