Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR.
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Legolas peered happily at the presents he had just wrapped. He had gotten a wetting stone for Mussassi, and another one for Ianna. Both had joined the border patron, while he was still an infant.
Then his nurse came into the room and helped him get ready for the party. He was dressed in brown leggings, and a green shirt, that had the royal emblem stitched into it on the sleeve. He wore his hair in the traditional children's braid, and feverently hoped that he would soon have a chance to prove his worth of the warrior's braid. Soon he was ready, and, as night fell, the party began.
The party was held outside, and started with a great feast. After the feast, there was dancing and merrymaking. Many elves stood up on chairs and sang songs. Some of which, had been made up on the spot. All around there was happiness.
The twins Ianna and Mussassi were led over to a pile of gifts that were from family and friends, as well as admirers. The owners of the gifts picked them up, and the giving began. It started with Thranduil, who, as king and father, had first rights. He walked up to the twins, pride apparent in his eyes, and began.
"To Ianna, eldest of the twins by 6 minutes, holder of the healers stone, I give to you this dagger." He placed in her outstretched hands, a dagger, finely made dagger. It was mithrel, with its handle inlaid with silver. The elvish markings said, Whoever holds this dagger, uses it in good faith. Ianna beamed.
"Thank you father. I shall treasure it."
Next Thranduil turned to Mussassi. "Mussassi, second born of the twins, holder of the fire stone, and might I add, that it goes with your fiery temper." A few nearby tittered at this for Mussassi's temper was well known. "I give to you this sword. May it serve you well."
Mussassi looked in awe at the intricate sword. It was also mithrel with inlays of silver in the handle. The blade also bore the same message as Ianna's dagger. It seems that they were a pair that Thranduil had seen fit to separate.
"Thank you father. I. thank you." Mussassi seemed that he couldn't find the words to express his gratitude.
Next came Jaren, who gave the twins new fletchings for their arrows.
After him came Legolas. He walked up to his brother and sister and held out his gifts. He repeated the lines his nanny had told him to say and gave them their gifts.
"To Ianna and Mussassi I give you there wetting stones. May they serve you well." He said.
Ianna looked down at him and said, "It will be treasured, my golden one. I will keep it near my heart always." She placed the stone in the pocked of her vest.
Mussassi looked disinterestedly at the stone, and would have tossed it had not his father been frowning at him.
"Thanks." He mumbled.
The giving continued and Legolas soon lost interest. He saw that some of the elves near the edge of the clearing had stiffened, and seemed to be listening for something.
Legolas went over to investigate. Just as he was about to ask one elf what was going on, there was a tremendous crash, and Legolas looked to the sky startled. Soon many other elves had stopped their tirades to watch the colorful show with appreciation.
Legolas' eyes reflected the rainbowed colors of the fireworks. He watched as one green dragon became a red ring in the sky before disappearing. Next came a group of blue butterfly's that flew around the elves, but disappeared before the elves could touch them. After that, a vast set of colors decorated the sky for approximately 5 minutes. The elves were utterly astonished when, the colors rained down among them, only to turn into little elflings that scampered among the stars.
Finally, the fireworks came to an end, much to the disappointment of the elves.
Legolas looked around to find his adar when he noticed a hissing sound coming from the forest. He looked in surprise, thinking to see spiders, but instead of the arachnids shadowed beings leapt at him from the shadows. His scream alerted the other elves, and soon a battle raged. It was elf verses shadow.
The elves were many, but the shadows were too numerous. Often, when an elf tried to help the little prince, they were attacked more viciously.
Jaren had his diamond in one hand, and his sword in the other. The light wasn't very bright, but was enough for keeping him from being attacked too much.
Mussassi had his firestone out, and seemed to enjoy lighting the shadows on fire. He and Ianna fought back to back.
Kriss fought with his sword, and was still managing pretty well. He stayed near the trees, who helped him by tripping up the shadows, or making impossible blocks.
Legolas though was having a much worse time of it. The shadows converged on him, and he had a hard time clawing them off, as he had no weapon, with which to defend himself with. Slowly, but surely he was being dragged into the forest. He finally managed to grab a stone out of his bag, but no matter how he begged it, it wouldn't work. He couldn't see what stone it was, but he was sure that any stone would be better than none.
Finally, in an attempt to escape the deadly embrace of the shadows he held up the stone, and smashed it onto a shadow's head. Instantly, a light brighter than that of the torches and almost as bright as the sun lit up the surrounding forest. The shadows drew back into the forest, and in moments were gone.
The tired elfing slumped to the ground as his older brother approached.
"'Ren, how do I turn it off?" He asked plaintively.
Jaren laughed. "Think about it turning off. It will."
Legolas tried it, and it worked.
He then pulled out another stone. The fire stone. He thought about fire, and there it was. Figuring the others worked he put them away.
"Guess they work now huh."
"Seems so squirt. Seems so."
They made their way over to Ianna who was busy healing those who were injured. After everyone was healed, particularly the nasty bight Mussassi had received from one of the shadows -"They don't fight fair." He had complained.- everyone made their way back to their homes, in hopes of a peaceful night.
Mithrander regarded the youngest of Thranduil's children. 'Hmm. It seems that there is more to him than meets they eye.' He thought.
The battle that had seemed to last for hours, was over in only a few minutes after it had begun.
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Well what do you think?
I'm probably going to post another chapter, sort of a clean up chappie.
I hope that you have enjoyed it somewhat and review.
Also I can't decide between doing a LORT fic, with this plot or a pre-LOTR fic. Please help me decide.
EF
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Legolas peered happily at the presents he had just wrapped. He had gotten a wetting stone for Mussassi, and another one for Ianna. Both had joined the border patron, while he was still an infant.
Then his nurse came into the room and helped him get ready for the party. He was dressed in brown leggings, and a green shirt, that had the royal emblem stitched into it on the sleeve. He wore his hair in the traditional children's braid, and feverently hoped that he would soon have a chance to prove his worth of the warrior's braid. Soon he was ready, and, as night fell, the party began.
The party was held outside, and started with a great feast. After the feast, there was dancing and merrymaking. Many elves stood up on chairs and sang songs. Some of which, had been made up on the spot. All around there was happiness.
The twins Ianna and Mussassi were led over to a pile of gifts that were from family and friends, as well as admirers. The owners of the gifts picked them up, and the giving began. It started with Thranduil, who, as king and father, had first rights. He walked up to the twins, pride apparent in his eyes, and began.
"To Ianna, eldest of the twins by 6 minutes, holder of the healers stone, I give to you this dagger." He placed in her outstretched hands, a dagger, finely made dagger. It was mithrel, with its handle inlaid with silver. The elvish markings said, Whoever holds this dagger, uses it in good faith. Ianna beamed.
"Thank you father. I shall treasure it."
Next Thranduil turned to Mussassi. "Mussassi, second born of the twins, holder of the fire stone, and might I add, that it goes with your fiery temper." A few nearby tittered at this for Mussassi's temper was well known. "I give to you this sword. May it serve you well."
Mussassi looked in awe at the intricate sword. It was also mithrel with inlays of silver in the handle. The blade also bore the same message as Ianna's dagger. It seems that they were a pair that Thranduil had seen fit to separate.
"Thank you father. I. thank you." Mussassi seemed that he couldn't find the words to express his gratitude.
Next came Jaren, who gave the twins new fletchings for their arrows.
After him came Legolas. He walked up to his brother and sister and held out his gifts. He repeated the lines his nanny had told him to say and gave them their gifts.
"To Ianna and Mussassi I give you there wetting stones. May they serve you well." He said.
Ianna looked down at him and said, "It will be treasured, my golden one. I will keep it near my heart always." She placed the stone in the pocked of her vest.
Mussassi looked disinterestedly at the stone, and would have tossed it had not his father been frowning at him.
"Thanks." He mumbled.
The giving continued and Legolas soon lost interest. He saw that some of the elves near the edge of the clearing had stiffened, and seemed to be listening for something.
Legolas went over to investigate. Just as he was about to ask one elf what was going on, there was a tremendous crash, and Legolas looked to the sky startled. Soon many other elves had stopped their tirades to watch the colorful show with appreciation.
Legolas' eyes reflected the rainbowed colors of the fireworks. He watched as one green dragon became a red ring in the sky before disappearing. Next came a group of blue butterfly's that flew around the elves, but disappeared before the elves could touch them. After that, a vast set of colors decorated the sky for approximately 5 minutes. The elves were utterly astonished when, the colors rained down among them, only to turn into little elflings that scampered among the stars.
Finally, the fireworks came to an end, much to the disappointment of the elves.
Legolas looked around to find his adar when he noticed a hissing sound coming from the forest. He looked in surprise, thinking to see spiders, but instead of the arachnids shadowed beings leapt at him from the shadows. His scream alerted the other elves, and soon a battle raged. It was elf verses shadow.
The elves were many, but the shadows were too numerous. Often, when an elf tried to help the little prince, they were attacked more viciously.
Jaren had his diamond in one hand, and his sword in the other. The light wasn't very bright, but was enough for keeping him from being attacked too much.
Mussassi had his firestone out, and seemed to enjoy lighting the shadows on fire. He and Ianna fought back to back.
Kriss fought with his sword, and was still managing pretty well. He stayed near the trees, who helped him by tripping up the shadows, or making impossible blocks.
Legolas though was having a much worse time of it. The shadows converged on him, and he had a hard time clawing them off, as he had no weapon, with which to defend himself with. Slowly, but surely he was being dragged into the forest. He finally managed to grab a stone out of his bag, but no matter how he begged it, it wouldn't work. He couldn't see what stone it was, but he was sure that any stone would be better than none.
Finally, in an attempt to escape the deadly embrace of the shadows he held up the stone, and smashed it onto a shadow's head. Instantly, a light brighter than that of the torches and almost as bright as the sun lit up the surrounding forest. The shadows drew back into the forest, and in moments were gone.
The tired elfing slumped to the ground as his older brother approached.
"'Ren, how do I turn it off?" He asked plaintively.
Jaren laughed. "Think about it turning off. It will."
Legolas tried it, and it worked.
He then pulled out another stone. The fire stone. He thought about fire, and there it was. Figuring the others worked he put them away.
"Guess they work now huh."
"Seems so squirt. Seems so."
They made their way over to Ianna who was busy healing those who were injured. After everyone was healed, particularly the nasty bight Mussassi had received from one of the shadows -"They don't fight fair." He had complained.- everyone made their way back to their homes, in hopes of a peaceful night.
Mithrander regarded the youngest of Thranduil's children. 'Hmm. It seems that there is more to him than meets they eye.' He thought.
The battle that had seemed to last for hours, was over in only a few minutes after it had begun.
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Well what do you think?
I'm probably going to post another chapter, sort of a clean up chappie.
I hope that you have enjoyed it somewhat and review.
Also I can't decide between doing a LORT fic, with this plot or a pre-LOTR fic. Please help me decide.
EF