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Okay! I got a new program installed that will hopefully let me type since my other computer is broken.
Chapter Fourteen
Legolas could have fallen asleep. He rested his elbows onto the table and tried in vain to continue his studying. He groaned and shifted position.
Tylendal glanced up from his work, before burying himself into the book he was holding again. Legolas did not know how the other Elfling was able to stand this.
Legolas stared at the page of his book once more.
"Geography of the Southern Realms of Edain"
How boring.
~*~*~*
Legolas ran out over the snow, freed from his studies at the palace. He was followed quickly by Elladan, Elrohir, and Tylendal.
He grinned as he adjusted his course so that he was running along the back wall of the palace.
"Legolas? Where exactly are we going to get the...material...for the ...gift...for Haldir?" Elladan called from behind him.
"Just wait, I'll show you." Legolas shouted back. He grinned again and ran over a thin patch of snow-
-and fell as the ground crumbled beneath him. He jerked back and wind milled his arms to gain his balance, but Elladan and Elrohir slammed into him from the back. He cried out as he fell into the widening hole, with Elladan and Elrohir right behind him.
Tylendal pulled to a stop in time, and peered down into the gloomy hole to try and see his prince and the twins.
"Legolas?" He called down, waiting to see if he'll get an answer.
"Tylendal?"
"Legolas! What happened?" He asked, and blinked as something wet hit him in the eye. He looked up. It was snowing again.
"It's an old cellar. It must have been weak, and couldn't hold our weight. The entrance is blocked." Came the reply, and Tylendal sat back on his heels.
"To get help, I'm going. Be back soon!" Tylendal took off.
~*~*~*
Legolas looked around the cellar. The only light was from the ceiling, which was a good fifteen feet above them. The entire room was about twelve feet wide, and eight feet long. There were shelves and barrels, but not a lot in them.
Elladan was examining the blocked off entrance, while Elrohir wandered around. There were cobwebs hung everywhere, and the couple of objects that were upon the shelves were dusty and some were rusted, showing they were metal.
"Hey, Legolas, Elladan, look at this!" Elrohir called from one corner. Elladan and Legolas walked over to see what the younger twin had found.
Elrohir was working one of the stone blocks from the wall. He finally pulled it out, and set it gently on the ground. The space in the wall where it had sat contained a small box. Elrohir reached in and pulled the box out. It was carved out of some sort of wood, dark colored and locked with a small, ornate lock on the front. There was no dust on it.
Elrohir tried to open the lock, but it was tight. He handed it to Legolas, who also tried to open it.
Suddenly, voices came from above them, drifting down the chilly air to reach them.
"Legolas?" It was Tylendal.
~*~*~*
After they were pulled out of the old cellar, Thranduil examined the box. He frowned over it, running slender fingers over the unadorned lid.
"Just what were you four doing out at that section of the palace?" he asked, looking up from the box and arching an eyebrow.
Legolas shuffled his feet. "Just...playing, Father." He said, not quite meeting his father's eyes.
"Really?" Thranduil asked. "Well, since you discovered that cellar, maybe you could help clear it out?"
The four groaned, and Thranduil grinned.
"Either that or you could go back to your studying." When that brought even more resigned sighs, Thranduil motioned for them to go.
"Oh, and I had scheduled a Winter Festival. If you fix up that cellar with the servants, maybe you'll be allowed to help prepare and plan it."
~*~*~*
Weapons Master Sigurd felt like shouting and pulling his hair. His classes were so excited about that Winter Festival that they would not settle down.
They bounded all over the place, giggling and not truly taking their training seriously.
Two were exceptionally hyper. The Prince Legolas and Lord Elrohir were utter demons. Whirling and twirling with their mock training swords. Valar be thanked the Lord Elladan and Tylendal were studying, and were not here. That would be too much for Sigurd.
Those who were not as energized as the two were scrambling out of the way.
Disaster was bound to happen.
"STOP!" Sigurd roared, just as Elrohir, by more luck than anything else, bound Legolas's blade in a complicated corkscrew parry-
-and with a wild flip of his arm disarmed his opponent and sent the wooden sword flying-
-straight into one of the palace's large, elaborate windows.
Sigurd opened his mouth to shout again, but it was already too late.
It was one of those moments when time slows to a crawl and the coming disaster is observed in painful detail without anyone being able to actually do anything about it. Elrohir's grin of triumph quickly turned to one of horror, and Legolas clawed the air in futility after his lost sword.
And, with a heavy crash, the weighted end of the sword hit. The window spiderwebbed-and shattered.
A profound and dreadful silence fell over the small training field, broken only by the belated musical chinks of a few shards detached themselves and fell upon the rest of the ruined mirror.
Chink chink chinker-chink.
"Uh-oh." Legolas muttered, staring with wide eyes at the mound of glass.
Chink.
~*~*~*
A bit short, sorry! I had to get something up!
Thanks to all reviewers and sorry for the long delay!
Drowdancer: Thanks a lot for your review!
Wynjara: *hides the snowman* can't have it! You can't have it! Lol, it snowed? I wish it would snow here. It's November, but no snow yet. *sigh*
Silverknight7: Thanks for your review! You made it as # 100! Thanks a bunch!
Itarilde-elenastar: I love snow, don't you? It's so much fun. Hope you liked the chapter, and thanks for your review!
Emerald Phoenix: I might have to make one like that. I mean, I've got one already where Legolas and Haldir meet in Lothlorien, but that is a long time away from this story's plot line.
Coolio02: sorry for the delay, here's another chapter for you!
Elvendancer: I love snow. I have some more pranks planned. Hopefully you will like them as well.
Alida Fruit: lol, they will pretty soon be running home to escape the elflings! Thanks for your review!
Quellemorgul: thanks for your review!
Wow, the most reviews I had to answer too. Thanks to everybody!
Okay! I got a new program installed that will hopefully let me type since my other computer is broken.
Chapter Fourteen
Legolas could have fallen asleep. He rested his elbows onto the table and tried in vain to continue his studying. He groaned and shifted position.
Tylendal glanced up from his work, before burying himself into the book he was holding again. Legolas did not know how the other Elfling was able to stand this.
Legolas stared at the page of his book once more.
"Geography of the Southern Realms of Edain"
How boring.
~*~*~*
Legolas ran out over the snow, freed from his studies at the palace. He was followed quickly by Elladan, Elrohir, and Tylendal.
He grinned as he adjusted his course so that he was running along the back wall of the palace.
"Legolas? Where exactly are we going to get the...material...for the ...gift...for Haldir?" Elladan called from behind him.
"Just wait, I'll show you." Legolas shouted back. He grinned again and ran over a thin patch of snow-
-and fell as the ground crumbled beneath him. He jerked back and wind milled his arms to gain his balance, but Elladan and Elrohir slammed into him from the back. He cried out as he fell into the widening hole, with Elladan and Elrohir right behind him.
Tylendal pulled to a stop in time, and peered down into the gloomy hole to try and see his prince and the twins.
"Legolas?" He called down, waiting to see if he'll get an answer.
"Tylendal?"
"Legolas! What happened?" He asked, and blinked as something wet hit him in the eye. He looked up. It was snowing again.
"It's an old cellar. It must have been weak, and couldn't hold our weight. The entrance is blocked." Came the reply, and Tylendal sat back on his heels.
"To get help, I'm going. Be back soon!" Tylendal took off.
~*~*~*
Legolas looked around the cellar. The only light was from the ceiling, which was a good fifteen feet above them. The entire room was about twelve feet wide, and eight feet long. There were shelves and barrels, but not a lot in them.
Elladan was examining the blocked off entrance, while Elrohir wandered around. There were cobwebs hung everywhere, and the couple of objects that were upon the shelves were dusty and some were rusted, showing they were metal.
"Hey, Legolas, Elladan, look at this!" Elrohir called from one corner. Elladan and Legolas walked over to see what the younger twin had found.
Elrohir was working one of the stone blocks from the wall. He finally pulled it out, and set it gently on the ground. The space in the wall where it had sat contained a small box. Elrohir reached in and pulled the box out. It was carved out of some sort of wood, dark colored and locked with a small, ornate lock on the front. There was no dust on it.
Elrohir tried to open the lock, but it was tight. He handed it to Legolas, who also tried to open it.
Suddenly, voices came from above them, drifting down the chilly air to reach them.
"Legolas?" It was Tylendal.
~*~*~*
After they were pulled out of the old cellar, Thranduil examined the box. He frowned over it, running slender fingers over the unadorned lid.
"Just what were you four doing out at that section of the palace?" he asked, looking up from the box and arching an eyebrow.
Legolas shuffled his feet. "Just...playing, Father." He said, not quite meeting his father's eyes.
"Really?" Thranduil asked. "Well, since you discovered that cellar, maybe you could help clear it out?"
The four groaned, and Thranduil grinned.
"Either that or you could go back to your studying." When that brought even more resigned sighs, Thranduil motioned for them to go.
"Oh, and I had scheduled a Winter Festival. If you fix up that cellar with the servants, maybe you'll be allowed to help prepare and plan it."
~*~*~*
Weapons Master Sigurd felt like shouting and pulling his hair. His classes were so excited about that Winter Festival that they would not settle down.
They bounded all over the place, giggling and not truly taking their training seriously.
Two were exceptionally hyper. The Prince Legolas and Lord Elrohir were utter demons. Whirling and twirling with their mock training swords. Valar be thanked the Lord Elladan and Tylendal were studying, and were not here. That would be too much for Sigurd.
Those who were not as energized as the two were scrambling out of the way.
Disaster was bound to happen.
"STOP!" Sigurd roared, just as Elrohir, by more luck than anything else, bound Legolas's blade in a complicated corkscrew parry-
-and with a wild flip of his arm disarmed his opponent and sent the wooden sword flying-
-straight into one of the palace's large, elaborate windows.
Sigurd opened his mouth to shout again, but it was already too late.
It was one of those moments when time slows to a crawl and the coming disaster is observed in painful detail without anyone being able to actually do anything about it. Elrohir's grin of triumph quickly turned to one of horror, and Legolas clawed the air in futility after his lost sword.
And, with a heavy crash, the weighted end of the sword hit. The window spiderwebbed-and shattered.
A profound and dreadful silence fell over the small training field, broken only by the belated musical chinks of a few shards detached themselves and fell upon the rest of the ruined mirror.
Chink chink chinker-chink.
"Uh-oh." Legolas muttered, staring with wide eyes at the mound of glass.
Chink.
~*~*~*
A bit short, sorry! I had to get something up!
Thanks to all reviewers and sorry for the long delay!
Drowdancer: Thanks a lot for your review!
Wynjara: *hides the snowman* can't have it! You can't have it! Lol, it snowed? I wish it would snow here. It's November, but no snow yet. *sigh*
Silverknight7: Thanks for your review! You made it as # 100! Thanks a bunch!
Itarilde-elenastar: I love snow, don't you? It's so much fun. Hope you liked the chapter, and thanks for your review!
Emerald Phoenix: I might have to make one like that. I mean, I've got one already where Legolas and Haldir meet in Lothlorien, but that is a long time away from this story's plot line.
Coolio02: sorry for the delay, here's another chapter for you!
Elvendancer: I love snow. I have some more pranks planned. Hopefully you will like them as well.
Alida Fruit: lol, they will pretty soon be running home to escape the elflings! Thanks for your review!
Quellemorgul: thanks for your review!
Wow, the most reviews I had to answer too. Thanks to everybody!