Messed up Legolas' age, corrected it but it will take some time to show, Legolas is five hundred in this fiction…
Chapter 3--A Choice Is Made
Legolas walked through the town and as he did he started to calm down. He was certain his uncle had lied to him. He had good memories of home and certainly his father didn't hate him. It still hurt that Jerrin had said those things to him. Forget the message, I'll gather my things and go back to Mirkwood whether he likes it or not, he thought. He headed back to the house; feeling like a great weight had been lifted from his chest. He was almost there when a Human man with dark hair and gray eyes blocked his way. Legolas stopped short.
"Is your name Legolas?" the man asked.
Legolas eyed him warily. "Aye, what do you want?" he asked.
"I've been hunting for you at the request of the king of Mirkwood, Thranduil. He was very worried when you didn't return home after your training was done," the man said. "He could not find you either."
"How do I know that you're telling me the truth?" Legolas asked. "Who are you/"?
"My name is Aragorn, thought the elves call me Estel. I am Lord Elrond's stepson," the man said. "As for proof I have this." He offered Legolas a rolled up parchment.
Legolas took it and read it. It described Aragorn perfectly and had hi father's seal on it. He studied the Human and saw no deception in his eyes. It was Thranduil's handwriting on the scroll as well. Legolas rolled up the scroll. "All right, when do we leave?" he asked decisively.
"As soon as you gather your belongings," Aragorn said. "I will accompany you."
Legolas led the way back to the house and they went inside. Legolas noticed the study door was closed. "I think Uncle Jerrin is in there. I'll get my things," he said and went upstairs.
"And I will have a discussion with your uncle," Aragorn said softly. He went to the door and knocked.
Jerrin looked up. So the boy was back just like he'd thought. He'd purposely kept the boy on a tight leash, making him dependant on him. It had slowed his maturing, but that had been what he wanted. "Come in, boy," he called, returning his attention to his papers. The door closed then footsteps approached the desk. Jerrin looked up fast-- the footsteps were to heavy for an Elf. He paled a bit when he saw Aragorn then regained his composure. "Estel, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"I am here to take Legolas home to Mirkwood," Aragorn said.
"You can't, I am his guardian!!" Jerrin protested.
"No longer, I am, until he is returned to his father. You took him from Mirkwood without telling Thranduil and you were not supposed too. Here is the message, I have a spare and I will take it to the city guards if I must to get it enforced," Aragorn said.
Jerrin read the parchment and found it was all true. "This is an insult to my honor! I have taught and cared for the boy!" he protested.
"Your job is done and you came perilously close to being charged with kidnapping a member of the ruling family of Mirkwood, we will leave tonight," Aragorn said and left the study without another word.
Legolas was just coming downstairs when Aragorn left the study. He noted the daggers, bow and quiver the young Elf was wearing. "Can you use any of that?" he asked.
"Of course, even a healer needs to defend himself," Legolas said.
"Come then," Aragorn said and headed for the door.
Legolas was caught a little off guard by his haste, but he shrugged and followed.
There, homeward bound----R/R please!!
