Chapter Two: Unexpected Return
By the strike of suppertime, the Fellowship reached their destination. There were large gates made of silver that welcomed their way. Two Elf voices were heard from beyond. It was understandable by the others. "Who goes there? Thy Elf speak!"
Gandalf spoke first. "We have four Hobbits, two Men, a dwarf, a wizard and an Elven friend. Fear not the Dwarf for he is Gimli, son of Gloin. The Men are no harm. Please let us through."
The guards answered, "Name the Elf. He MUST know his origins."
This time, Legolas replied, "It is I, your Prince. Legolas Greenleaf. I come with my friends to seek shelter for a wee while. I wish to talk to my father."
With that, the Elves lost no time. They opened the gates showing the lush and gorgeous environment of Mirkwood. For a place being possessed by evil for a long time, this does not show it. The time they set foot on the Mirkwood land, the hustle and bustle stopped. Whispers of Legolas' name were spread. Elves lined the streets and children cheered.
In no time, the others had shared the welcome. The Fellowship had reached the castle and were ushered straight to the Throne Room. There sat the Elven king, Thranduil, Legolas' father. A blank seat was beside him. It is not for his queen…but for his son.
Aragorn bowed immediately at Thranduil as Legolas kissed his hand. The Hobbits watched motionless at the likeness of father and son. Boromir bowed beside Aragorn. Gandalf smiled admiringly. The Dwarf Gimli beamed at his friend. "At last my son," Thranduil said encasing Legolas in a hug, "you have come back. Foska's been aching to see you."
Legolas turned beet red. With a quick glance at his friends he sighed, "Father…"
"And so as, Anesetta, your," but before he can continue, his son shot a look at him. "I understand…"
"Father, we wish to stay here for a time…" Legolas said sitting down on his seat and addressing the Men to stand up. "Still we are in our quest to dispose of the ring. Yet, we need more provisions to get us through. I know you will help us."
"I will, my son," Thranduil said solemnly. "However, you need to see her, Legolas. They both want to see you." He saw Aragorn standing behind Frodo. "Ah Aragorn, Princess Arwen wishes to talk to you. She is right now in her room, with Lady Foska."
"Thank you, Your Kingship," Aragorn said with a bow and following the Elf guards.
"Guards, take them to their rooms," Thranduil ordered. "Legolas, to your room. In a moment, she and Anesetta will be there."
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By the strike of suppertime, the Fellowship reached their destination. There were large gates made of silver that welcomed their way. Two Elf voices were heard from beyond. It was understandable by the others. "Who goes there? Thy Elf speak!"
Gandalf spoke first. "We have four Hobbits, two Men, a dwarf, a wizard and an Elven friend. Fear not the Dwarf for he is Gimli, son of Gloin. The Men are no harm. Please let us through."
The guards answered, "Name the Elf. He MUST know his origins."
This time, Legolas replied, "It is I, your Prince. Legolas Greenleaf. I come with my friends to seek shelter for a wee while. I wish to talk to my father."
With that, the Elves lost no time. They opened the gates showing the lush and gorgeous environment of Mirkwood. For a place being possessed by evil for a long time, this does not show it. The time they set foot on the Mirkwood land, the hustle and bustle stopped. Whispers of Legolas' name were spread. Elves lined the streets and children cheered.
In no time, the others had shared the welcome. The Fellowship had reached the castle and were ushered straight to the Throne Room. There sat the Elven king, Thranduil, Legolas' father. A blank seat was beside him. It is not for his queen…but for his son.
Aragorn bowed immediately at Thranduil as Legolas kissed his hand. The Hobbits watched motionless at the likeness of father and son. Boromir bowed beside Aragorn. Gandalf smiled admiringly. The Dwarf Gimli beamed at his friend. "At last my son," Thranduil said encasing Legolas in a hug, "you have come back. Foska's been aching to see you."
Legolas turned beet red. With a quick glance at his friends he sighed, "Father…"
"And so as, Anesetta, your," but before he can continue, his son shot a look at him. "I understand…"
"Father, we wish to stay here for a time…" Legolas said sitting down on his seat and addressing the Men to stand up. "Still we are in our quest to dispose of the ring. Yet, we need more provisions to get us through. I know you will help us."
"I will, my son," Thranduil said solemnly. "However, you need to see her, Legolas. They both want to see you." He saw Aragorn standing behind Frodo. "Ah Aragorn, Princess Arwen wishes to talk to you. She is right now in her room, with Lady Foska."
"Thank you, Your Kingship," Aragorn said with a bow and following the Elf guards.
"Guards, take them to their rooms," Thranduil ordered. "Legolas, to your room. In a moment, she and Anesetta will be there."
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