Legolas's scar

Legolas's scar

Summary: Sam asks Legolas about the scar on his arm.

Legolas's scar

"Mr. Legolas?" "Yes, Sam?" Sam hesitated a moment. "What's that scar on your arm from?" he asked. Legolas quickly pulled his sleeve over the jagged scar on his right arm. "What scar?" he replied innocently. "The one you just pulled your sleeve over." Sam replied, a bit confused. Aragorn then walked over to them. "Sam, would you please help me gather some firewood? Wait, that isn't a suggestion." He said. Legolas gave a small sigh of relief when Sam and Aragorn were both out of earshot. He had never liked recalling the story behind the scar. It never did him any good to recall it, he hated the scar, hated talking about, and wished it would just disappear. But, it wouldn't disappear, and he knew full well it wouldn't.

Sam asked him about it again at dinner. "What scar?" he would reply, then return to his food. Aragorn once again came to Legolas's rescue and started a discussion with Sam. But Pippin isn't curios for nothing. "What was Sam talking about, Legolas?" he asked. "Um…nothing." Legolas replied. "But, he must have been talking about something." Pippin protested. At that moment, Legolas wished he could just disappear forever. Everyone was interested in what Sam had asked about and started trying to coax it out of him. "Oh, all right!" Legolas shouted above the din. "If you really want to know that badly, I'll tell you." He told them helplessly. Everyone fell silent. "Legolas, you don't-" Aragorn began. But, Legolas had all ready begun the story.

"It was a cold winter day, a few days before Yule…"

Legolas walked through the halls humming to himself. It was snowing outside, and snow meant snowball fights and much more. When he walked outside, he saw his oldest brother running from someone, or something. "Maeglin!" he called. "Legolas, go run! Get inside the castle and stay there!" Maeglin yelled. "Why?!" Legolas asked. "Just do it!" Maeglin screamed. Then, five orcs came running after Maeglin. Legolas could only scream as his brother was taken down by one of them. Then another orc came running towards Legolas and nearly sliced Legolas's arm in half. The frightened little elfling screamed in pain and was finally able to run. His Ada then ran out of the castle and shot down the remaining orcs. Legolas ran to his brother and flung himself down at his brother's side. "Legolas, dearest brother. Be good for Ada and Naneth, okay." Maeglin whispered. "'Glin. 'Glin, please, don't go. Don't leave us." Legolas whispered. But, it was much too late. Legolas's brother was gone forever. "Maeglin!" Legolas screamed.

"And, my mother died on Yule, leaving my father and me alone to manage. All in all, not one of the best Yule's of my life." Legolas finished. "Gee, I'm sorry, Legolas." Pippin said. Legolas could only nod. Aragorn then went to retrieve his pack and began to dig through it to find the things he needed for a draught that would make Legolas's sleep dreamless and nightmare free. There was, of course, the question of getting the elf to sleep. 'Better use a sleeping draught for that.' He thought wearily.

There you go, another short story. Hope you liked it. Thanks to all those who review! Oh, and flames will be used to roast marshmallows.