This story may seem to be quite similar from what I wrote last time, but it is not the same. I promise. It tells the story from the perspective of Legolas on how he thinks about his father, Thranduil. Anyhow, thank you very much for stopping by. I appreciate it.
Drifting down while the ethereal moon slowly rose, snowflakes touched the crenellations softly. For many centuries, they had sentineled the border of Rivendell securely. But then, Lord Elrond might not need the fortifications he had built anymore.
On this serene night, Lord Elrond stood there at the top of the walls, embracing the coldness of the night. It was pitch black outside. The lanterns on the walls could not drive away the darkness. However, Lord Elrond could see everything clearly with his watchful eyes. Dancing harmoniously with the cold breeze, shadows on the walls moved swiftly. Beneath the fortress stood withering trees that could not survive through the harsh winter. Lord Elrond knew the time had come. The beauty of this enchanted city was fading. There was no longer eternal joy in Rivendell where the shadow of Sauron moved closer and closer.
All his life, Lord Elrond had lived through storms of chaos. It was not an option for him as the ruler to make this tough decision.
As clusters of stars slowly appeared when the moon hid behind the cloudy sky, he could see the face of his comrade clearly. The expression on the man's face was enigmatic. Elrond could not tell whether he would join him to the Undying lands as planned. Like Elrond, he was also contemplating about his choice.
"At least you should go back to Mirkwood before making this decision." Elrond finally broke the silence.
"What for?" Asked the Prince.
"If you decide to join Aragon in his fight against Sauron, at least you should say goodbye properly to your father. It might be your last chance."
"There's nothing left to talk about between us." He abruptly dismissed Elrond's suggestion.
"I understand that you regret about his decisions, especially in the battle of the five armies. Mistakes were made. But you cannot let your pride comes between you and your king." Listening to the singing of crickets, he paused briefly.
"He is not my king anymore. I do not even know we should call him a king. There's no goodness in him. Now, I have no master. I kneel down for no one, not even the ruler of Mirkwood." Legolas sighed.
"Let I withdraw my words. Forgive me my prince. I might say it wrongly. You can not let your pride comes between you and 'your father'." Elrond reiterated his point.
Legolas became silent. He watched the crescent moon slowly appeared in the starry sky. It soothed his worrisome about the forthcoming chaos. He wanted to put an end to this entangled situation.
"When you said there's no goodness in him. What do you mean, my prince? Does it mean he is not good enough to be your father?"
"That's not what I meant." Replied the Prince.
"Or does it mean he has never done anything right for you?" Elrond asked again curiously.
"I don't want to have a long argument with you, my lord. It is complicated between me and my father."
"Young prince, from my experience, memory can be deceptive." Elrond circled around Legolas slowly. He was contemplating what to say.
"We tend to overlook good things about others while concentrating on their faults intensely. Perfection does not exist in the World and even immortals can make mistakes. I am not trying to make any excuse for your father, but I don't want you to regret this moment later in life."
"I understand that." Legolas bowed.
"Pain is unavoidable in every relationship. But letting the pain ruins your treasured memory is not going to make any change. You should keep every precious moment that are worth to remember in your heart. " Elrond smiled warmly. Looking through the battlements, he saw the icy surface of the vast river Bruinen reflecting luminous light of the moon. In the arms of winter, Rivendell was slowly embraced by the snowfall. The river was turned into a glacier bulwark for this hidden place. It was a good time for an interim rest, Elrond thought.
"Tell me about your father. Tell me about those moments that are worth to remember." Elrond urged.
In the serenity of the night, the two Elves sat side by side on the walls. The recollection of the prince gradually came back to life.
"It is time for storytelling." Legolas smiled beautifully.