Authors Note: I hope you enjoy this one as much as the others!
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien. Only Ehir is mine.
Misunderstanding
~Thranduil~
He was at home again!
I had my son back and was more than happy about that.
Sometimes we were just talking for hours or riding through Mirkwood the whole day long.
I could see that he enjoyed it as much as I did.
One day Ehir came to visit me, I really didn't want to meet him.
We had been friends when I had still drunk alcohol, and he probably came to drink some whine with me.
Nontheless I talked to him.
"Hello, Thranduil. Nice to see you again."
I only nodded.
He seemed to be a little confused but went on talking: "Well, where's the whine?"
I rolled my eyes.
Of course I had been right.
Why should he come to me if not because of the whine?
"There's no whine in this house anymore." I answered.
That was true. I didn't want to hurt my son even more, he had truly suffered enough.
But Ehir didn't believe me. He laughed loudly. "That's a pretty good joke. But enough of this now. Where's the
wine?"
I only shook my head.
Had I really been like that, too?
Shame filled my heart.
"I'm waiting for an answer." He was obviously becoming impatient.
"I'm sorry, Ehir. What I just said is true. I will never drink again."
Now he seemed to become angry. "Why should you do that? It's nonsense."
"No it's not. You don't know what you are talking about." I only wanted him to go. He was a part of my past which
I wanted to forget as soon as possible.
"Just tell me why!"
"Because my son is much more important to me than whine, or you, or anything in this world!"
"You do this because of your son? Oh, forget him, he's not worthy it!"
With that I slapped him hard.
First he looked at me in shock, then he suddenly took a bottle from under his cot and poured the whole wine
over me.
Then he turned and walked away.
Slowly I dried myself and as I finished Legolas walked in, a beautiful smile on his face. "Father, I ..."
He suddenly shut up, the smile faded.
"What is it, son?"
"You smell like ... like wine again."
God, I hadn't thought of the smell.
"Legolas ..."
He raised his right hand. "No, please. Don't try to explain. There's no explanation."
With that he left the room.
To be continued
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien. Only Ehir is mine.
Misunderstanding
~Thranduil~
He was at home again!
I had my son back and was more than happy about that.
Sometimes we were just talking for hours or riding through Mirkwood the whole day long.
I could see that he enjoyed it as much as I did.
One day Ehir came to visit me, I really didn't want to meet him.
We had been friends when I had still drunk alcohol, and he probably came to drink some whine with me.
Nontheless I talked to him.
"Hello, Thranduil. Nice to see you again."
I only nodded.
He seemed to be a little confused but went on talking: "Well, where's the whine?"
I rolled my eyes.
Of course I had been right.
Why should he come to me if not because of the whine?
"There's no whine in this house anymore." I answered.
That was true. I didn't want to hurt my son even more, he had truly suffered enough.
But Ehir didn't believe me. He laughed loudly. "That's a pretty good joke. But enough of this now. Where's the
wine?"
I only shook my head.
Had I really been like that, too?
Shame filled my heart.
"I'm waiting for an answer." He was obviously becoming impatient.
"I'm sorry, Ehir. What I just said is true. I will never drink again."
Now he seemed to become angry. "Why should you do that? It's nonsense."
"No it's not. You don't know what you are talking about." I only wanted him to go. He was a part of my past which
I wanted to forget as soon as possible.
"Just tell me why!"
"Because my son is much more important to me than whine, or you, or anything in this world!"
"You do this because of your son? Oh, forget him, he's not worthy it!"
With that I slapped him hard.
First he looked at me in shock, then he suddenly took a bottle from under his cot and poured the whole wine
over me.
Then he turned and walked away.
Slowly I dried myself and as I finished Legolas walked in, a beautiful smile on his face. "Father, I ..."
He suddenly shut up, the smile faded.
"What is it, son?"
"You smell like ... like wine again."
God, I hadn't thought of the smell.
"Legolas ..."
He raised his right hand. "No, please. Don't try to explain. There's no explanation."
With that he left the room.
To be continued