Later that evening the hunting party returned, dirty and weary yet victorious, with the King sitting tall and proud upon his mount, honoured to be leading home such loyal soldiers.
It had turned out that the orcs numbers had been far greater that previously thought, hiding away in the depths of the forest, simply waiting, biding their time for the perfect moment to strike.
Orcs, when they put aside their squabbling, (which of course is rare), can be devilishly tricky. However, when put to the test against the elves, it was the elves who emerged victorious, with a hasty retake of the situation from information gathered by the scouts, a plan and some cunning tactics were quickly devised, all to the orcs demise.
And now, as the procession rode tiredly home, elves came to greet and congratulate their husbands, brothers, sisters, and with gentle hands, one by one they were lead home to luxuriously warms baths or an armchair before a fireplace, happy and content to know their loved ones were once again, safe.
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For Saleena, the next day, for the most part, was spent in the company of King Thaunduril, Legolas and her Uncle, at Legolas' father's insistence of course. For much of the day the King spent his time regaling her with stories of magic and wonder.
Saleena, not having spent her time in such a way since her parents died, listened with an avid curiosity, fascinated at how the King seemed to make the stories come alive, just by simply changing the tone in his deep enchanting voice, by coming down to barely a whisper, or even, by pausing, at just the right moment, leaving them hanging on his very words, letting the suspense sink in. To put it simply it was magical.
Such attention, as one can expect, only served to fuel the King's stories, and so he told tales of legends and myths, but also he recalled the adventures of his own past, and of course, his son's, many of which were entertaining and not to mention humiliating, showing what extraordinary mischievous wit Legolas had when he was younger.
'Seems to me that not much has changed!' Stated Saleena, while the King laughed heartily at the truth of it.
'Hey! I learnt all that I know today from my father! He was in fact worse than me I believe', at which his father just smiled somewhat sheepishly.
'Like father like son I see!' laughed Saleena.
And so their afternoon went, with Legolas smiling indulgently at the stories from his childhood and even pitying his father somewhat for the havoc he must have caused. Yet all the time he watched Saleena, at how her face was lit from laughing so hard, at how she unconsciously twirled her hair through her elegant fingers as the tales reached their climax, listening with a childlike curiosity.
'She truly is a divine creature'. But then his eyes would stray to the form of her uncle in the corner of the room, contentedly reading a book, and all he saw was red.
Apologies that this is a bit of a ridiculous short chapter but I thought it would work better. I promise there is definitely just one more chapter to go this time!!!! It took me a while to figure out how I was gonna round this all up, that's why it took me so long. So bare with me, I'm nearly there! In the mean time could u please review, I know its short so u might not have much to say, but there were people last time who've added to me favourites and so on and said absolutely nothing and really annoys me. Even if its just a few words, it's what keeps writers going, encourages us so to speak. Plus I would like to get this story to 100 reviews, now that would make my day!!!! I could say that more reviews will make the next chapter come quicker! Ya never know!!! So please, be nice, and review… u know u want to!