Disclaimer: I do not own anyone from LOTR. I do own anything that is
unfamiliar though.
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Legolas looked out over the forest, and sobbed. He was lost and scared. He didn't know that the whole castle was looking for him. All he knew was that he wanted to go home.
"Ada, 'ren, 'na. Anybody. I want to go home. Please. I'm sorry I ran away, just please come get me." Legolas sobbed into the night.
Finally, the youngest prince fell asleep due to exhaustion.
Back at the castle though, was another story. Everyone in the kingdom was looking for the youngest prince. Elves darted too and fro, from the trees in the forest, frantically calling out Legolas' name in hopes that they might find him.
Jaren, though had an idea and pulled Ianna, away from questioning the servants.
"Ianna, look at me. Look at me." He had to shake the frantic maiden, because she was crying too hard to hear him.
"Ianna, I think I know a way we can find him." She stopped crying and looked at the crown prince.
"How? We've tried everything."
"No we haven't. We haven't tried locating him through the stones."
Ianna looked up at him as if he had gone mad.
"What do you mean through the stones?"
Jaren sighed. "Look Ianna, the emerald stone allows its user to communicate with nature. Now my emerald isn't very strong, or large, but Kriss' is."
"Oh." The two hurried off to find the second to youngest prince of Mirkwood.
They finally found Kriss lounging in the palace garden.
"Kriss we need your help." Called out Ianna. "We've thought of a way to find Legolas."
"I don't want to find the brat it's a good thing that he's gone and lost himself. If he hadn't been born then mother wouldn't have died."
SLAP.
The sound echoed throughout the garden. The younger prince looked up stunned at his older sister. She whispered venomously towards him.
"You will never speak that way again, or you can be sure that ada will hear of it. Understand?" The shocked prince nodded. "And furthermore you will help us locate Legolas, and when we find him, you are going to be genuinely glad that he is okay."
Again the prince nodded and the irate princess stood up straight and led the way out of the garden.
Jaren looked at her with renewed respect, and reminded himself not to get on her bad side.
Kriss looked into his emerald, and concentrated. He placed his name inside of it, and in exchange, the gem lent him the power of communication with the forces of nature.
In his mind he searched through the trees of the forest and scouted in the mind of every animal, the passage or scent of the young prince. Finally, he found him asleep in an old birch tree, in the middle of the forest. Also, there was an unknown presence lingering near, where the prince slept, so Kriss hurriedly returned the power to the gem.
Once his name was his again, he told the information to his siblings, and they hurried out into the forest.
Legolas at last woke when the last of the sun's rays left the sky. The knight was cold, and, he being just a young elfling, was not immune to the cold.
He started to whimper, and this brought the notice of the being camped under the tree.
"Now what's this?" Whispered the ancient being. "What could be making that noise?"
The being looked up into the branches of the tree and spotted the young elfling.
"Now why is there a young elfling all alone this far into the forest. And at such a time too?" asked the being.
Legolas looked down in fright.
"Now, now, I won't hurt you little one. Why don't you come down and enjoy my fire? I even have some food if you're hungry."
Legolas looked a little doubtfully at the being, but since the trees gave no warning of danger, the young prince climbed slowly out of the tree.
"There now. That's better. What's your name young one?"
"My name is Legolas. I'm lost."
"Well, well now. Would you be Legolas, as in Legolas the youngest prince of Mirkwood? If so I am very pleased to meet you. My name is Mithrander, though I have many other names as well."
Legolas looked curiously at the Istari. He could remember all of the tales Ianna, had told him about Mithrander's fireworks, while she put him to bed.
"Fireworks?" asked the now sleepy elfling.
"Maybe once we return you to your fathers home. For now though, get some sleep."
The young prince nodded and drifted off to sleep.
Just then, a commotion was heard, off to one side of the camp. Three young elves's tumbled into the clearing. The Istari looked at the three bedraggled elves, and said, "I believe that the three of you should stay here as well. Legolas is fine, but I think that you should all rest before heading off to home. Honestly, does one of you always have to come and run into me before I even get a proper greeting? You Thranduilians are an astounding lot."
The young elves looked at each other and their cheeks burned with shame.
Mithrander frowned. "Come now, surely you can tell when one old man is joking? Oh very well, I suppose that I should contact your father and let him know that you are all safe."
He went into a trance like state for a few moments, and then returned, "Your father now knows of your whereabouts, and will let you return tomorrow unaided, unless you get into more trouble. Now get some rest."
The elves nodded off to sleep and the Istari kept a silent watch throughout the night.
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Well what do you think?
Because I got a lot of reviews, I decided to update even though I'm not supposed to be up.
Again, I'm having my brother type this for me. I have to pay him though, so I might not update again quite so soon. Maybe in a couple of days.
Thanks to my reviewers:
Deana: Yes I am going to make a story like that, I just need to finish this one first, so that people know what's going on. It would be difficult to understand what was happening if I just wrote a story that had Legolas using stone's, and no one knew how he had learned to use them.
Luntetuurewen: thanks, it's because of reviewers like you that keep me going. Getting them pulled doesn't hurt, because you're asleep, it's only when the medicine stops working that you really feel it. It's tolerable though. Except for the part about looking like a chipmunk with food stuffed in it's cheeks.
farflung: Thank you, yes it would be hard to take 100 years of the terrible twos. Thank you for reviewing, it makes me want to continue writing. And yes, Legolas is a willful little elfling. Though not as much as Jaren. ^_^
Again, thanks to all my reviewers, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Please review.
EF
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Legolas looked out over the forest, and sobbed. He was lost and scared. He didn't know that the whole castle was looking for him. All he knew was that he wanted to go home.
"Ada, 'ren, 'na. Anybody. I want to go home. Please. I'm sorry I ran away, just please come get me." Legolas sobbed into the night.
Finally, the youngest prince fell asleep due to exhaustion.
Back at the castle though, was another story. Everyone in the kingdom was looking for the youngest prince. Elves darted too and fro, from the trees in the forest, frantically calling out Legolas' name in hopes that they might find him.
Jaren, though had an idea and pulled Ianna, away from questioning the servants.
"Ianna, look at me. Look at me." He had to shake the frantic maiden, because she was crying too hard to hear him.
"Ianna, I think I know a way we can find him." She stopped crying and looked at the crown prince.
"How? We've tried everything."
"No we haven't. We haven't tried locating him through the stones."
Ianna looked up at him as if he had gone mad.
"What do you mean through the stones?"
Jaren sighed. "Look Ianna, the emerald stone allows its user to communicate with nature. Now my emerald isn't very strong, or large, but Kriss' is."
"Oh." The two hurried off to find the second to youngest prince of Mirkwood.
They finally found Kriss lounging in the palace garden.
"Kriss we need your help." Called out Ianna. "We've thought of a way to find Legolas."
"I don't want to find the brat it's a good thing that he's gone and lost himself. If he hadn't been born then mother wouldn't have died."
SLAP.
The sound echoed throughout the garden. The younger prince looked up stunned at his older sister. She whispered venomously towards him.
"You will never speak that way again, or you can be sure that ada will hear of it. Understand?" The shocked prince nodded. "And furthermore you will help us locate Legolas, and when we find him, you are going to be genuinely glad that he is okay."
Again the prince nodded and the irate princess stood up straight and led the way out of the garden.
Jaren looked at her with renewed respect, and reminded himself not to get on her bad side.
Kriss looked into his emerald, and concentrated. He placed his name inside of it, and in exchange, the gem lent him the power of communication with the forces of nature.
In his mind he searched through the trees of the forest and scouted in the mind of every animal, the passage or scent of the young prince. Finally, he found him asleep in an old birch tree, in the middle of the forest. Also, there was an unknown presence lingering near, where the prince slept, so Kriss hurriedly returned the power to the gem.
Once his name was his again, he told the information to his siblings, and they hurried out into the forest.
Legolas at last woke when the last of the sun's rays left the sky. The knight was cold, and, he being just a young elfling, was not immune to the cold.
He started to whimper, and this brought the notice of the being camped under the tree.
"Now what's this?" Whispered the ancient being. "What could be making that noise?"
The being looked up into the branches of the tree and spotted the young elfling.
"Now why is there a young elfling all alone this far into the forest. And at such a time too?" asked the being.
Legolas looked down in fright.
"Now, now, I won't hurt you little one. Why don't you come down and enjoy my fire? I even have some food if you're hungry."
Legolas looked a little doubtfully at the being, but since the trees gave no warning of danger, the young prince climbed slowly out of the tree.
"There now. That's better. What's your name young one?"
"My name is Legolas. I'm lost."
"Well, well now. Would you be Legolas, as in Legolas the youngest prince of Mirkwood? If so I am very pleased to meet you. My name is Mithrander, though I have many other names as well."
Legolas looked curiously at the Istari. He could remember all of the tales Ianna, had told him about Mithrander's fireworks, while she put him to bed.
"Fireworks?" asked the now sleepy elfling.
"Maybe once we return you to your fathers home. For now though, get some sleep."
The young prince nodded and drifted off to sleep.
Just then, a commotion was heard, off to one side of the camp. Three young elves's tumbled into the clearing. The Istari looked at the three bedraggled elves, and said, "I believe that the three of you should stay here as well. Legolas is fine, but I think that you should all rest before heading off to home. Honestly, does one of you always have to come and run into me before I even get a proper greeting? You Thranduilians are an astounding lot."
The young elves looked at each other and their cheeks burned with shame.
Mithrander frowned. "Come now, surely you can tell when one old man is joking? Oh very well, I suppose that I should contact your father and let him know that you are all safe."
He went into a trance like state for a few moments, and then returned, "Your father now knows of your whereabouts, and will let you return tomorrow unaided, unless you get into more trouble. Now get some rest."
The elves nodded off to sleep and the Istari kept a silent watch throughout the night.
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Well what do you think?
Because I got a lot of reviews, I decided to update even though I'm not supposed to be up.
Again, I'm having my brother type this for me. I have to pay him though, so I might not update again quite so soon. Maybe in a couple of days.
Thanks to my reviewers:
Deana: Yes I am going to make a story like that, I just need to finish this one first, so that people know what's going on. It would be difficult to understand what was happening if I just wrote a story that had Legolas using stone's, and no one knew how he had learned to use them.
Luntetuurewen: thanks, it's because of reviewers like you that keep me going. Getting them pulled doesn't hurt, because you're asleep, it's only when the medicine stops working that you really feel it. It's tolerable though. Except for the part about looking like a chipmunk with food stuffed in it's cheeks.
farflung: Thank you, yes it would be hard to take 100 years of the terrible twos. Thank you for reviewing, it makes me want to continue writing. And yes, Legolas is a willful little elfling. Though not as much as Jaren. ^_^
Again, thanks to all my reviewers, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Please review.
EF