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Legolas walked through the palace doors as quiet as he could, not wanting any unnecessary attention drawn to him. So far so good, things were seemingly calm, he assumed with preparations for tonight everyone would be bustling around, but the halls seemed emptier than they ever had been before.
"Well if it isn't the little acorn himself. So kind of you to grace us with your presence, Prince Legolas." There were only two people in this whole world he knew that could speak so unified, and those two people were the twins, Legolas quickly spun around to greet them.
"I was wondering when you would finally get here!" Legolas exclaimed, embracing the two of them at once, feeling more childlike than he had for quite sometime.
"It seems you great us in a kinder fashion than you do your own family," Elladan said, knowing pretty well Legolas would not play at such the attitude he had with those of his family. His assumption was correct as Legolas looked down kicking at the ground as the three of them shuffled along to his quarters.
"Sil tell you? Does she seem upset? She knows I'm not angry with her right, I'm not angry with anyone, I appreciate what they are doing, I really do, and I will admit to acting, well my behavior has been abominable recently, but, well, I don't know what has gotten into me. I just cannot seem to pull myself above what seems to be my newfound fickle temperament." Everything he said was, sadly, true; he did not seem to be able to muster the energy it took to be grateful for all he had, the brighter side of his personality seemed to be on vacation somewhere far away, allowing him to drown in a pool of his own pity and doubt, with a slight mingling of anger. He could not pinpoint when the change had occurred, he blamed it on the announcement his father made about his party, but he knew that it was before then the change had begun (besides the announcement was of no surprise to him.) All he knew now was when he looked into his mirror it was a different person looking back, those blue eyes that gazed at him were of another person's belonging, they were not his own.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it, Las. It happens to the best of us, Dan was a pain when we turned, well I don't remember at what age it was, but he was awful to be around. And to think people might mistake him for me and think that I was the grumpy gills moping about." Elrohir was unable to go on as a pillow hit him at full impact in the head, rather than retort with throwing the pillow back, Elrohir rather put on the face of being deeply hurt and added, "I do not believe he will ever be the sweet, good natured elf we had all grown to love."
Elladan merely sank in his chair, ignoring his twin, "Sil isn't upset, besides she has Arwen to keep her company now, she's just concerned, we've known you as nothing but the open little ball of energy you were in your youth, but everyone must grow up at some point I do think, though Ro would have you believe differently since he still retains the intellect of an elfling barely out of its first year, and that being an insult to all elflings of that age." Now it was Elladan's turn to be hit by a projectile pillow. Legolas sprawled out on his bed, feeling much better, his spirit lightening up a bit, perhaps he was taking this all a bit seriously; being around the twins, who were a few centuries older, proved to be an enlightening experience. In a few days this too would pass, as all things eventually did.
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The clouds of that earlier afternoon had cleared by nightfall, providing for a clear view of the stars high above. Legolas found himself gazing up, enthralled by the ethereal glow that reached his eye; so far away were they, but closer than many things that were all around. Beside him, his father gently nudged him, begging his attention back to the procession, his brother was about to give a speech on the younger one's behalf; making them all a little nervous. However, Sil had rehearsed the words with him and assured them all he was well versed in what he was to speak and there was little to worry about, but it was that little which did in fact worry them.
"Please promise me you will not poke fun at your brother if he stumbles a little up there, he does this for you," Thranduil asked of his son, who shrugged, there were many other things that he could make fun of Kaimelar for, he supposed he could forgo this one. Perhaps the twins would be permitted to make jokes about it, that thought swiftly was negated as Legolas witnessed the two of them vowing something before the stern eyes of their father, Lord Elrond. And there beside him, giving Legolas a supportive smile was the kind face of his long time friend, Arwen; Legolas nodded back to here, then once again looked to Elrond and the twins. When Elrond seemed satisfied that their promise was genuine he once again turned his attention to the eldest of the King's children.
Once drawing everyone's attention to him, Kaimelar began, smiling first at his little brother, " What can one say about Legolas?" it was a shaky start, but getting out those first words were always such a battle, and Kaimelar for now came out victorious, he continued, "Well, there are many things that can be said for my little brother, the Prince. Um, for one thing, he is," at this he paused a moment and looked to Sil. How could he be so dumb as to forget what things he was to say about his brother; but Sil had not missed a beat and subtly mouthed the word for him. "He is a generous giving young elf."
At this point Legolas began to drift once more, although he was certain all that Kaimelar said was gracious and kind. For some reason the stars sang to him more this night than any other, his eyes could not be torn from them, they, above him, seemed to dance. One particularly bright star caught his eye and he began to follow it as it darted through the sky, first this way than that; it began to make him dizzy but for as much as he wanted to pull his eyes from it he could not.
Beside him, his father once again gave him a gentle nudge, noticing his son's nodding off; the King got no visible response. "Legolas, do please show your brother more respect," he whispered harshly, "he worked very hard to write this, it is the least you could do." Still Legolas gave no response of his father's presence.
Off in the distance he heard someone call his name: it was the voice of a child. Legolas turned his head and peered out to the edge of the wood and there in the distance stood a golden haired little elf, calling his name. The stars had dimmed in the sky, which was now turning a shade of pale blue. When had it become morning? Legolas wondered, looking around and noticing the party was gone, had he fallen asleep during it? His father would have his head, but for now, Legolas worried little, preferring to get up and follow the young child who had dashed into the woods, calling for Legolas to follow.
By now, more than just Thranduil was looking concernedly at the young prince, he seemed to be swaying in his chair; Elrond to glanced over and noticed something was amiss. But the party came to an end as Legolas rose from his chair, took a few steps forward and then collapsed to the floor like a rag doll. Like a magnet, the sight drew the attention of all those who were there; a heavy silence fell upon the floor. Forgetting all sense of decorum, Thranduil scooped his young child in his arms and rushed him from the sight of the party into the palace doors, Elrond quickly following behind, leaving their children to take care of the guests.
There was a buzz of murmuring amongst the elves, as they voiced their concern amongst themselves. Arwen and the twins ran up to Legolas' siblings.
"How should we handle this, let the party continue or ask them to leave?" Elladan asked, as the five huddled. Without conversing with the rest, Kaimelar took leave of their little council, and turned to address the elves left.
"The house of Thranduil would like to thank you all for attending the festivities, and hope that you all enjoyed yourself. Unfortunately due to circumstance that have arisen we must ask you to take premature leave and do know that we assure that once we have word of Prince Legolas' condition you will be informed. Good night to you all."
The elves began to filter out slowly, the group remaining, watching them all leave, the energy draining from the floor.
"He will be fine," Arwen said, not aware that she had spoken the words aloud. The rest merely nodded.
***That's it for now, again, have a happy safe holidays, thanks for reading and reviewing***
Legolas walked through the palace doors as quiet as he could, not wanting any unnecessary attention drawn to him. So far so good, things were seemingly calm, he assumed with preparations for tonight everyone would be bustling around, but the halls seemed emptier than they ever had been before.
"Well if it isn't the little acorn himself. So kind of you to grace us with your presence, Prince Legolas." There were only two people in this whole world he knew that could speak so unified, and those two people were the twins, Legolas quickly spun around to greet them.
"I was wondering when you would finally get here!" Legolas exclaimed, embracing the two of them at once, feeling more childlike than he had for quite sometime.
"It seems you great us in a kinder fashion than you do your own family," Elladan said, knowing pretty well Legolas would not play at such the attitude he had with those of his family. His assumption was correct as Legolas looked down kicking at the ground as the three of them shuffled along to his quarters.
"Sil tell you? Does she seem upset? She knows I'm not angry with her right, I'm not angry with anyone, I appreciate what they are doing, I really do, and I will admit to acting, well my behavior has been abominable recently, but, well, I don't know what has gotten into me. I just cannot seem to pull myself above what seems to be my newfound fickle temperament." Everything he said was, sadly, true; he did not seem to be able to muster the energy it took to be grateful for all he had, the brighter side of his personality seemed to be on vacation somewhere far away, allowing him to drown in a pool of his own pity and doubt, with a slight mingling of anger. He could not pinpoint when the change had occurred, he blamed it on the announcement his father made about his party, but he knew that it was before then the change had begun (besides the announcement was of no surprise to him.) All he knew now was when he looked into his mirror it was a different person looking back, those blue eyes that gazed at him were of another person's belonging, they were not his own.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it, Las. It happens to the best of us, Dan was a pain when we turned, well I don't remember at what age it was, but he was awful to be around. And to think people might mistake him for me and think that I was the grumpy gills moping about." Elrohir was unable to go on as a pillow hit him at full impact in the head, rather than retort with throwing the pillow back, Elrohir rather put on the face of being deeply hurt and added, "I do not believe he will ever be the sweet, good natured elf we had all grown to love."
Elladan merely sank in his chair, ignoring his twin, "Sil isn't upset, besides she has Arwen to keep her company now, she's just concerned, we've known you as nothing but the open little ball of energy you were in your youth, but everyone must grow up at some point I do think, though Ro would have you believe differently since he still retains the intellect of an elfling barely out of its first year, and that being an insult to all elflings of that age." Now it was Elladan's turn to be hit by a projectile pillow. Legolas sprawled out on his bed, feeling much better, his spirit lightening up a bit, perhaps he was taking this all a bit seriously; being around the twins, who were a few centuries older, proved to be an enlightening experience. In a few days this too would pass, as all things eventually did.
***
The clouds of that earlier afternoon had cleared by nightfall, providing for a clear view of the stars high above. Legolas found himself gazing up, enthralled by the ethereal glow that reached his eye; so far away were they, but closer than many things that were all around. Beside him, his father gently nudged him, begging his attention back to the procession, his brother was about to give a speech on the younger one's behalf; making them all a little nervous. However, Sil had rehearsed the words with him and assured them all he was well versed in what he was to speak and there was little to worry about, but it was that little which did in fact worry them.
"Please promise me you will not poke fun at your brother if he stumbles a little up there, he does this for you," Thranduil asked of his son, who shrugged, there were many other things that he could make fun of Kaimelar for, he supposed he could forgo this one. Perhaps the twins would be permitted to make jokes about it, that thought swiftly was negated as Legolas witnessed the two of them vowing something before the stern eyes of their father, Lord Elrond. And there beside him, giving Legolas a supportive smile was the kind face of his long time friend, Arwen; Legolas nodded back to here, then once again looked to Elrond and the twins. When Elrond seemed satisfied that their promise was genuine he once again turned his attention to the eldest of the King's children.
Once drawing everyone's attention to him, Kaimelar began, smiling first at his little brother, " What can one say about Legolas?" it was a shaky start, but getting out those first words were always such a battle, and Kaimelar for now came out victorious, he continued, "Well, there are many things that can be said for my little brother, the Prince. Um, for one thing, he is," at this he paused a moment and looked to Sil. How could he be so dumb as to forget what things he was to say about his brother; but Sil had not missed a beat and subtly mouthed the word for him. "He is a generous giving young elf."
At this point Legolas began to drift once more, although he was certain all that Kaimelar said was gracious and kind. For some reason the stars sang to him more this night than any other, his eyes could not be torn from them, they, above him, seemed to dance. One particularly bright star caught his eye and he began to follow it as it darted through the sky, first this way than that; it began to make him dizzy but for as much as he wanted to pull his eyes from it he could not.
Beside him, his father once again gave him a gentle nudge, noticing his son's nodding off; the King got no visible response. "Legolas, do please show your brother more respect," he whispered harshly, "he worked very hard to write this, it is the least you could do." Still Legolas gave no response of his father's presence.
Off in the distance he heard someone call his name: it was the voice of a child. Legolas turned his head and peered out to the edge of the wood and there in the distance stood a golden haired little elf, calling his name. The stars had dimmed in the sky, which was now turning a shade of pale blue. When had it become morning? Legolas wondered, looking around and noticing the party was gone, had he fallen asleep during it? His father would have his head, but for now, Legolas worried little, preferring to get up and follow the young child who had dashed into the woods, calling for Legolas to follow.
By now, more than just Thranduil was looking concernedly at the young prince, he seemed to be swaying in his chair; Elrond to glanced over and noticed something was amiss. But the party came to an end as Legolas rose from his chair, took a few steps forward and then collapsed to the floor like a rag doll. Like a magnet, the sight drew the attention of all those who were there; a heavy silence fell upon the floor. Forgetting all sense of decorum, Thranduil scooped his young child in his arms and rushed him from the sight of the party into the palace doors, Elrond quickly following behind, leaving their children to take care of the guests.
There was a buzz of murmuring amongst the elves, as they voiced their concern amongst themselves. Arwen and the twins ran up to Legolas' siblings.
"How should we handle this, let the party continue or ask them to leave?" Elladan asked, as the five huddled. Without conversing with the rest, Kaimelar took leave of their little council, and turned to address the elves left.
"The house of Thranduil would like to thank you all for attending the festivities, and hope that you all enjoyed yourself. Unfortunately due to circumstance that have arisen we must ask you to take premature leave and do know that we assure that once we have word of Prince Legolas' condition you will be informed. Good night to you all."
The elves began to filter out slowly, the group remaining, watching them all leave, the energy draining from the floor.
"He will be fine," Arwen said, not aware that she had spoken the words aloud. The rest merely nodded.
***That's it for now, again, have a happy safe holidays, thanks for reading and reviewing***