***Please don't judge the story from the first chapter, it's rather
different from the rest of the story...as it's not really funny at
all.....but it WILL be! Just hold on.***
If anything, the day was turning out to be rather uneventful. Legolas sat back with his hands folded behind his head, looking out the window. Everything in Mirkwood, seemed so ........*still*. This was something he had once appreciated, and even loved, but now after the adventure and action of war, it all seemed dry, and bored him to no end.
"Eggosh?" Legolas turned around quickly and saw his niece standing on the floor in front of him with her hands on her hips. Legolas his a smile, and walked towards Melda. At only 4 elvish years, she was very small, and had just begun to walk around and talk. More likely, Legolas thought with love and annoyment, begun to *order*. And her first word had been Eggosh, which was how she tried to say Legolas' name, but her lisp prevented her from doing it properly.
"What is mela?" Legolas asked, swinging his niece into his arms.
"Eggosh....where's Mommy?" Melda demanded. Legolas felt his grin fade away, as he thought about his sister Thréthiel, whose name Melda also bore. She was only called Melda by her closest friends and family.
"Mommy had to leave Melda, she was.....sick." Legolas said weakly, thinking about how he was supposed to explain to his niece that her mother had abandoned him here with her father, dead.
"But, I dint want Mommy to leave." Melda pouted adorably. Legolas sighed, and ran his fingers through her hair.
"I know honey, but I'm here to take care of you." And Legolas promptly lifted Melda back into his arms, and threw her into the air, and caught her only an instant before she fell, just to frighten her.
"Eggosh, I love you." Giggled Melda happily. Legolas looked out the window and thought about his own love. Where was he? Was he thinking about Legolas as much as Legolas thought about him?
"Where are you Aragorn?" whispered Legolas as he went to put Melda back to sleep.
***I KNOW, it's so goddamn angsty.....but the humour WILL COME....I promise..and don't worry about Melda......she may or may not be temporary. So review and keep on readin'***
If anything, the day was turning out to be rather uneventful. Legolas sat back with his hands folded behind his head, looking out the window. Everything in Mirkwood, seemed so ........*still*. This was something he had once appreciated, and even loved, but now after the adventure and action of war, it all seemed dry, and bored him to no end.
"Eggosh?" Legolas turned around quickly and saw his niece standing on the floor in front of him with her hands on her hips. Legolas his a smile, and walked towards Melda. At only 4 elvish years, she was very small, and had just begun to walk around and talk. More likely, Legolas thought with love and annoyment, begun to *order*. And her first word had been Eggosh, which was how she tried to say Legolas' name, but her lisp prevented her from doing it properly.
"What is mela?" Legolas asked, swinging his niece into his arms.
"Eggosh....where's Mommy?" Melda demanded. Legolas felt his grin fade away, as he thought about his sister Thréthiel, whose name Melda also bore. She was only called Melda by her closest friends and family.
"Mommy had to leave Melda, she was.....sick." Legolas said weakly, thinking about how he was supposed to explain to his niece that her mother had abandoned him here with her father, dead.
"But, I dint want Mommy to leave." Melda pouted adorably. Legolas sighed, and ran his fingers through her hair.
"I know honey, but I'm here to take care of you." And Legolas promptly lifted Melda back into his arms, and threw her into the air, and caught her only an instant before she fell, just to frighten her.
"Eggosh, I love you." Giggled Melda happily. Legolas looked out the window and thought about his own love. Where was he? Was he thinking about Legolas as much as Legolas thought about him?
"Where are you Aragorn?" whispered Legolas as he went to put Melda back to sleep.
***I KNOW, it's so goddamn angsty.....but the humour WILL COME....I promise..and don't worry about Melda......she may or may not be temporary. So review and keep on readin'***