"Where is she, My Lord?" The tall, gracefully slender woman rubbed the top of her gracefully V-shaped ears. Her mother.
"I don't know, Varione. She's been gone for five days now."
Arion and Varione Arrowin were a type of royalty. Duke and Duchess of Mirkwood, with a run away daughter. They lived in a community of large, beautiful, and amazing connected palaces that ran along a cliff overlooking a deep, green and dark blue ocean. "We must bring this matter to the Prince...." Was all Varione could say.
Legolas put the bow down. "Was that alright?" He asked the man standing next to him.
"Quite." The man replied.
Standing under a tree in the middle of a rather large field, Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, was practicing his archery. He was getting better than his instructor. Or... So his instructor told him.
Suddenly a squire came up to them, bowing, and when nodded to spoke. "You have a requested audience with the Arrowin's, Prince."
Handing the bow to his instructor, he nodded and began back towards the castle.
Going up the steps, Legolas pulled his hair back tighter with leather straps and tightened the belt around his waist. He was 6'1, with long, dark blonde hair and blue eyes that took in anything and everything around him. He was lean, rather skinny, with narrow hips. He tended to wear green, as almost all Elves did, more than anything else.
Closing the door to the room, he exchanged formalities for appearance sake, but the three were all so close, none were needed. He smiled warmly at them. "What's going on?" He asked calmly, sitting in a tall, winged back chair.
The couple exchanged glances, and Arion folded his hands. "Aunorey is gone."
Legolas stared at him for a moment. "Gone?" He repeated.
"Yes." Varione looked down at her hands. "She left five days ago. She told us she was going to visit Mariu, but she never came home, and Mariu said he's not seen her for almost two weeks now."
Legolas's eyes narrowed a little bit at the name of Mariu. He disliked no one, but there were kept secrets... Things Legolas would never tell... "I see. Why have you not told anyone about her disappearance sooner?"
"We thought she'd come back." Arion said. "Why would she leave? I.. We, we just don't understand, Legolas."
"We want to send a party out to look for her. To bring her back." Varione finally said after a moment's pause.
Legolas looked up. "That can be arranged. I will go."
"Legolas... You're father will not allow such."
"What does he have to do with anything?" Legolas said. "I can do as I please."
Varione and Arion exchanged glances once again. "As you wish." Varione said.
Legolas looked at them, his beautiful mouth set, but stern. He finally stood, his green cape billowing slightly behind him. He nodded to them, told them he would find a good party.
He and 8 others were on their way that very night.
"I don't know, Varione. She's been gone for five days now."
Arion and Varione Arrowin were a type of royalty. Duke and Duchess of Mirkwood, with a run away daughter. They lived in a community of large, beautiful, and amazing connected palaces that ran along a cliff overlooking a deep, green and dark blue ocean. "We must bring this matter to the Prince...." Was all Varione could say.
Legolas put the bow down. "Was that alright?" He asked the man standing next to him.
"Quite." The man replied.
Standing under a tree in the middle of a rather large field, Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, was practicing his archery. He was getting better than his instructor. Or... So his instructor told him.
Suddenly a squire came up to them, bowing, and when nodded to spoke. "You have a requested audience with the Arrowin's, Prince."
Handing the bow to his instructor, he nodded and began back towards the castle.
Going up the steps, Legolas pulled his hair back tighter with leather straps and tightened the belt around his waist. He was 6'1, with long, dark blonde hair and blue eyes that took in anything and everything around him. He was lean, rather skinny, with narrow hips. He tended to wear green, as almost all Elves did, more than anything else.
Closing the door to the room, he exchanged formalities for appearance sake, but the three were all so close, none were needed. He smiled warmly at them. "What's going on?" He asked calmly, sitting in a tall, winged back chair.
The couple exchanged glances, and Arion folded his hands. "Aunorey is gone."
Legolas stared at him for a moment. "Gone?" He repeated.
"Yes." Varione looked down at her hands. "She left five days ago. She told us she was going to visit Mariu, but she never came home, and Mariu said he's not seen her for almost two weeks now."
Legolas's eyes narrowed a little bit at the name of Mariu. He disliked no one, but there were kept secrets... Things Legolas would never tell... "I see. Why have you not told anyone about her disappearance sooner?"
"We thought she'd come back." Arion said. "Why would she leave? I.. We, we just don't understand, Legolas."
"We want to send a party out to look for her. To bring her back." Varione finally said after a moment's pause.
Legolas looked up. "That can be arranged. I will go."
"Legolas... You're father will not allow such."
"What does he have to do with anything?" Legolas said. "I can do as I please."
Varione and Arion exchanged glances once again. "As you wish." Varione said.
Legolas looked at them, his beautiful mouth set, but stern. He finally stood, his green cape billowing slightly behind him. He nodded to them, told them he would find a good party.
He and 8 others were on their way that very night.