Maelui
Legolas sighed and leaned up against a tree.
"Aramelion" he called softly "do not wander too far." He watched the small elven child play amongst the trees happily. His shoulders slumped and he looked wistfully towards the house of Thranduil.
"Legolas!" a voice called behind him. He turned a round. An elf with wispy dark brown hair stood there looking at Legolas with his midnight blue eyes. It was Tarlammenion, a friend of his since child hood.
"I have found you at last, Tarlhachiel said that you had returned. Where have you've been? Did you really see the forests of Lothlorien? Is it true that you brought a dwarf back with you? Why?" Tarlammenion asked, speaking quickly as was his fashion. As long as Legolas had known Tarlammenion he had never been able to get a word in edge wise until he was nearly blue in the face from lack of breath. Legolas smiled at his friend, not knowing which questions, if any, to answer.
He finally said, "There is too much to tell my dear friend, and too little time left in the day. Perhaps some time you and I will sit down together and I shall tell you all you wish to know." Legolas laughed, "It would be a strange change me talking and you listening." Tarlammenion seemed content with this answer and leaned up against the tree next to him.
"Why are you so melancholy today Legolas?" Tarlammenion asked, looking at his forlorn friend. "Is it because of your father? What did he say to you? I hear he's upset?"
"He told me to watch Aramelion." Legolas replied. Aramelion was the son of his father's sister. "This is absurd," he said angrily, "I am a prince and a warrior prince at that, I faced the Balrog in the mines of Moria, I slew 41 orcs in the Battle of Hornburg. I rode bravely, to what could have very well been my death, in to the lands of Mordor, and I still live to tell about it. And yet I am given this menial task of babysitting." He looked once more towards his father's house. "He is punishing me. I know it" he bowed his head in shame.
"You are a great warrior Legolas." Tarlammenion said with a smile. "There is no doubt in my mind about that, but what I do doubt is your parental skills. If babysitting is such a simple task, then why is Aramelion no where to be seen?"
Legolas' head jerked up he looked about wildly for the little elf, but he was gone.
"Oh, no!" he gasped "Tarlhachiel will have my hide if she finds out I have lost him." The two friends split up.
"Aramelion!" they called franticly.
Lintelossëwen sat under a tree in the city of Mirkwood. She sliced up an apple with a curved hunting knife, and ate it. She was an odd elf, at least the oddest elf that the people of Mirkwood had ever seen. She had been getting strange looks all day. She was dressed all in black with a long black cloak. On her back there was a bow, quiver filled with arrows, and two long knifes, these were the only weapons that were visible, although she carried many others that were hidden. She looked like ranger, men who roamed the wild. But she was not a man; she was an elf, a female elf. Female elves were rarely seen wearing anything other than beautiful dresses. She was an odd sight indeed, but she did not mind the pointing and the staring as long as they left her in peace. And they were, for the moment, she leaned up against a tree and looked up at the leaves on the tree. Lintelossëwen wandered from place to place, today she was in Mirkwood a week from now she might be in Rivendell. Although Mirkwood was a fair city, she felt it was time for her to leave soon. She might even travel as far south as Bree, she thought, although it wasn't likely, maybe she'd head north toward Gondor. So there she sat, staring up at the sky, wondering where the beaten path might lead her next.
"Excuse me."
Lintelossëwen looked down. And there standing in front if her was the most astonishing example of masculine beauty she'd ever laid eyes on. He had long blond hair that shimmered in the sun; his eyes were a bright blue. He was strong looking and tall. She sat gaping at him for what seemed like forever. She half thought that she was just having a lovely dream, but then the enchanting creature spoke once more.
"Excuse me," He said "But I'm looking for a little elf."
Lintelossëwen jumped to her feet, she looked him up and down.
"Well" she said with a sly smile "I'm looking for a little elf myself."
Legolas flashed her a confused smile, he obviously didn't get what she meant.
"He's about four feet tall, with hair like mine and dark brown eyes" he said.
"Huh?" Lintelossëwen replied. She wasn't listening to a word he said.
"Please!" the blond elf said, getting very impatient. "I'm looking for my little cousin."
"I'll help you look for him" Lintelossëwen replied eagerly. The elf jumped at her eagerness he looked doubtful and confused.
"My name is Legolas." He said as he backed away. "Seek me out if you find him."
"Find who?" Lintelossëwen asked; both her mind and her eyes were drifting again.
"My cousin" Legolas replied. But she did not hear him she was too distracted watching him leave.
Legolas stood in the halls of Thranduil's house. He looked desperately for Aramelion, though it was doubtful that he had returned home. Tarlammenion came up to him.
"Did you find him Tarlammenion?" Legolas asked hopefully.
"I am sorry Legolas, I looked every where." Tarlammenion replied. "What are you going to do? Your father will be furious when he finds out"
"Finds out what?" a voice boomed behind them.
Legolas cringed and turned to face his father.
"Father!" Legolas stammered "I…I…"
"Legolas." Thranduil said cutting him off, "What have you done now?"
"It's not his fault, sir" Tarlammenion said. "You know how Aramelion is always running off, it's impossible to keep track of him"
"Tarlammenion, if you only listened half as much as you talk maybe you wouldn't be so ignorant." Thranduil said, and Tarlammenion shut his mouth and shrank back Thranduil turned to Legolas. "You lost your cousin? Legolas! Can you do nothing right."
"He is not my responsibility." Legolas said. "I am not a babysitter."
Legolas' father was very angry when Legolas returned to Mirkwood. He was especially upset at the fact he brought a dwarf back with him. He hated dwarfs with a passion; it took a lot of begging and pleading for Legolas to convince his father to let Gimli stay.
"You will be what I tell you to be." Thranduil said. "It serves you right for running off with out my permission."
"Father, it's not as if I went on a whim. I was part of the fellowship of the ring, I had to go." Legolas said defensively.
"I don't want your excuses" Thranduil roared. "I sent you to Rivendell to tell of Gollum's escape and come right back home."
"I'm not a child!" Legolas yelled.
"You are my child!" Thranduil yelled back.
"No I'm not! You're not my real father!" Legolas screamed.
"Go to you're room!" Thranduil roared.
"I hate you!" Legolas screamed, and he ran to his room in a childish fit.
*The characters Legolas, Gimli and Thrandiul are not my own; the are creations of J.R.R Tolkin.
Legolas sighed and leaned up against a tree.
"Aramelion" he called softly "do not wander too far." He watched the small elven child play amongst the trees happily. His shoulders slumped and he looked wistfully towards the house of Thranduil.
"Legolas!" a voice called behind him. He turned a round. An elf with wispy dark brown hair stood there looking at Legolas with his midnight blue eyes. It was Tarlammenion, a friend of his since child hood.
"I have found you at last, Tarlhachiel said that you had returned. Where have you've been? Did you really see the forests of Lothlorien? Is it true that you brought a dwarf back with you? Why?" Tarlammenion asked, speaking quickly as was his fashion. As long as Legolas had known Tarlammenion he had never been able to get a word in edge wise until he was nearly blue in the face from lack of breath. Legolas smiled at his friend, not knowing which questions, if any, to answer.
He finally said, "There is too much to tell my dear friend, and too little time left in the day. Perhaps some time you and I will sit down together and I shall tell you all you wish to know." Legolas laughed, "It would be a strange change me talking and you listening." Tarlammenion seemed content with this answer and leaned up against the tree next to him.
"Why are you so melancholy today Legolas?" Tarlammenion asked, looking at his forlorn friend. "Is it because of your father? What did he say to you? I hear he's upset?"
"He told me to watch Aramelion." Legolas replied. Aramelion was the son of his father's sister. "This is absurd," he said angrily, "I am a prince and a warrior prince at that, I faced the Balrog in the mines of Moria, I slew 41 orcs in the Battle of Hornburg. I rode bravely, to what could have very well been my death, in to the lands of Mordor, and I still live to tell about it. And yet I am given this menial task of babysitting." He looked once more towards his father's house. "He is punishing me. I know it" he bowed his head in shame.
"You are a great warrior Legolas." Tarlammenion said with a smile. "There is no doubt in my mind about that, but what I do doubt is your parental skills. If babysitting is such a simple task, then why is Aramelion no where to be seen?"
Legolas' head jerked up he looked about wildly for the little elf, but he was gone.
"Oh, no!" he gasped "Tarlhachiel will have my hide if she finds out I have lost him." The two friends split up.
"Aramelion!" they called franticly.
Lintelossëwen sat under a tree in the city of Mirkwood. She sliced up an apple with a curved hunting knife, and ate it. She was an odd elf, at least the oddest elf that the people of Mirkwood had ever seen. She had been getting strange looks all day. She was dressed all in black with a long black cloak. On her back there was a bow, quiver filled with arrows, and two long knifes, these were the only weapons that were visible, although she carried many others that were hidden. She looked like ranger, men who roamed the wild. But she was not a man; she was an elf, a female elf. Female elves were rarely seen wearing anything other than beautiful dresses. She was an odd sight indeed, but she did not mind the pointing and the staring as long as they left her in peace. And they were, for the moment, she leaned up against a tree and looked up at the leaves on the tree. Lintelossëwen wandered from place to place, today she was in Mirkwood a week from now she might be in Rivendell. Although Mirkwood was a fair city, she felt it was time for her to leave soon. She might even travel as far south as Bree, she thought, although it wasn't likely, maybe she'd head north toward Gondor. So there she sat, staring up at the sky, wondering where the beaten path might lead her next.
"Excuse me."
Lintelossëwen looked down. And there standing in front if her was the most astonishing example of masculine beauty she'd ever laid eyes on. He had long blond hair that shimmered in the sun; his eyes were a bright blue. He was strong looking and tall. She sat gaping at him for what seemed like forever. She half thought that she was just having a lovely dream, but then the enchanting creature spoke once more.
"Excuse me," He said "But I'm looking for a little elf."
Lintelossëwen jumped to her feet, she looked him up and down.
"Well" she said with a sly smile "I'm looking for a little elf myself."
Legolas flashed her a confused smile, he obviously didn't get what she meant.
"He's about four feet tall, with hair like mine and dark brown eyes" he said.
"Huh?" Lintelossëwen replied. She wasn't listening to a word he said.
"Please!" the blond elf said, getting very impatient. "I'm looking for my little cousin."
"I'll help you look for him" Lintelossëwen replied eagerly. The elf jumped at her eagerness he looked doubtful and confused.
"My name is Legolas." He said as he backed away. "Seek me out if you find him."
"Find who?" Lintelossëwen asked; both her mind and her eyes were drifting again.
"My cousin" Legolas replied. But she did not hear him she was too distracted watching him leave.
Legolas stood in the halls of Thranduil's house. He looked desperately for Aramelion, though it was doubtful that he had returned home. Tarlammenion came up to him.
"Did you find him Tarlammenion?" Legolas asked hopefully.
"I am sorry Legolas, I looked every where." Tarlammenion replied. "What are you going to do? Your father will be furious when he finds out"
"Finds out what?" a voice boomed behind them.
Legolas cringed and turned to face his father.
"Father!" Legolas stammered "I…I…"
"Legolas." Thranduil said cutting him off, "What have you done now?"
"It's not his fault, sir" Tarlammenion said. "You know how Aramelion is always running off, it's impossible to keep track of him"
"Tarlammenion, if you only listened half as much as you talk maybe you wouldn't be so ignorant." Thranduil said, and Tarlammenion shut his mouth and shrank back Thranduil turned to Legolas. "You lost your cousin? Legolas! Can you do nothing right."
"He is not my responsibility." Legolas said. "I am not a babysitter."
Legolas' father was very angry when Legolas returned to Mirkwood. He was especially upset at the fact he brought a dwarf back with him. He hated dwarfs with a passion; it took a lot of begging and pleading for Legolas to convince his father to let Gimli stay.
"You will be what I tell you to be." Thranduil said. "It serves you right for running off with out my permission."
"Father, it's not as if I went on a whim. I was part of the fellowship of the ring, I had to go." Legolas said defensively.
"I don't want your excuses" Thranduil roared. "I sent you to Rivendell to tell of Gollum's escape and come right back home."
"I'm not a child!" Legolas yelled.
"You are my child!" Thranduil yelled back.
"No I'm not! You're not my real father!" Legolas screamed.
"Go to you're room!" Thranduil roared.
"I hate you!" Legolas screamed, and he ran to his room in a childish fit.
*The characters Legolas, Gimli and Thrandiul are not my own; the are creations of J.R.R Tolkin.