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The Meeting
~Legolas~
Now I had been living with the dwarfs for about six weeks.
Of course I was glad that Gimli's father didn't send me away but those dark halls made me miss Mirkwood even
more.
And I couldn't help but worry about my father.
Sometimes I felt like I had been selfish to leave him alone like that.
I didn't hear Gloin coming from behind until he sat down next to me.
"Excuse me. I didn't hear you."
The dwarf smiled a little. "That was obviously. What troubles you?"
"It's nothing."
"Don't lie to me. You're missing your home, don't you?"
I bowed my head. "Yes, very much."
"Maybe you should talk to your father."
"Good idea. But he doesn't listen to anyone when he's drunk. That's why I left."
"I see." Slowly he stood up. "Well, of course you can stay here as long as you want to."
"Thank you very much."
"That's ok."
I sighed as he slowly walked away.
Yes, surely he had been right.
I should talk to my father - but if he was drunk it wouldn't make sense.
"Legolas." Gloin had returned once more.
"Yes?"
"Could you please look for my son? He wanted to get some water but he's away for nearly an hour now."
"Of course."
"Thank you."
As I walked through the woods a familiar feeling overcame me.
'Maybe there's some snow in Mirkwood already.' I thought for myself.
Mirkwood was so beautiful in winter.
Suddenly I heared Gimli's voice: "Follow me."
Who was he talking to?
As I walked towards the voice I saw who was with my friend.
It was my father!
To be continued
Disclaimer: The characters all belong to Tolkien.
The Meeting
~Legolas~
Now I had been living with the dwarfs for about six weeks.
Of course I was glad that Gimli's father didn't send me away but those dark halls made me miss Mirkwood even
more.
And I couldn't help but worry about my father.
Sometimes I felt like I had been selfish to leave him alone like that.
I didn't hear Gloin coming from behind until he sat down next to me.
"Excuse me. I didn't hear you."
The dwarf smiled a little. "That was obviously. What troubles you?"
"It's nothing."
"Don't lie to me. You're missing your home, don't you?"
I bowed my head. "Yes, very much."
"Maybe you should talk to your father."
"Good idea. But he doesn't listen to anyone when he's drunk. That's why I left."
"I see." Slowly he stood up. "Well, of course you can stay here as long as you want to."
"Thank you very much."
"That's ok."
I sighed as he slowly walked away.
Yes, surely he had been right.
I should talk to my father - but if he was drunk it wouldn't make sense.
"Legolas." Gloin had returned once more.
"Yes?"
"Could you please look for my son? He wanted to get some water but he's away for nearly an hour now."
"Of course."
"Thank you."
As I walked through the woods a familiar feeling overcame me.
'Maybe there's some snow in Mirkwood already.' I thought for myself.
Mirkwood was so beautiful in winter.
Suddenly I heared Gimli's voice: "Follow me."
Who was he talking to?
As I walked towards the voice I saw who was with my friend.
It was my father!
To be continued