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PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING!!!!! This chapt will probably earn me a lot of flames and will confuse a lot of people…it will give a huge hint to who killed his parents and why… it will, become clearer as the story goes on!!!
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Legolas's laughter rang through Rivendell as his two brothers pursued him through the treetops. Unable to keep up, they yelled for him to slow down.
'Legolas, Come on, we know you are faster than us, please…stop?'
He either ignored them or hadn't heard them, for he continued running, at top speed. Slowing down as the trees became fewer, a sign he was nearing the gates to Rivendell. He jumped down, and glanced around quickly. He knew that it was dangerous to be outside unescorted as the war was raging, but curiosity got the better of him and he glanced around him, his ears listening intently.
The sound of an approaching horse caught him and he ran, into the forest growth as he watched the rider. He was wearing a long black cloak, pulled low to cover his face, and stopped suddenly in front of Rivendell. Legolas watched, interested as his father, Lord Elrond, came out slowly to the gates, greeting the mysterious rider. He looked around him, and Legolas's heart leapt when his father's eyes paused on the forest. They moved once again and led the stranger inside.
**********************The talk*********************************
Legolas listened quietly as his father lectured them all on how to behave. They had been to feasts before, but apparently, this one was very, very important.
'Arwen, are you listening?'
Arwen stopped fiddling with a strand of her hair and looked up.
'Yes, father'
Legolas, Elladan, Elohir, you must ALSO look respectable, no fooling around before the feast, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU HAVE YOU'RE GOOD CLOTHES ON!!!'
The three grinned guiltily at each other remembering Arwen's birthday several years ago when they had ripped their new clothes.
'Yes father' they replied in unison.
'You may go get ready now'
They walked out of the room, laughing and joking as they headed to their rooms. Elrond watched them walk out and sighed gently to himself.
'Legolas, please forgive me'
******************************The feast******************************************************
Elladan and Elohir tapped their feet impatiently outside the door of Legolas's room.
'Legolas, will you be ready BEFORE OR AFTER the feast?'
Inside, Legolas grinned eagerly at his reflection in the looking glass.
'I'm coming, just give me a sec.'
Before leaving, he turned to the portrait of his parents that hung over his bed. He smiled as he looked at the family portrait, himself sitting impatiently on his mother's lap, a scowl on his face the entire time, while his mother looked happy and radiant.
'Look at me Mom, I dressed up…willingly! Wish me luck, I'm really nervous for some reason…'
He gently blew a kiss to each before opening the door and greeting his brothers.
'Let us not even bother Arwen, elven maids take AGES!!!!'
They all laughed before they took off to the ball.
Elrond beamed as he watched his three sons walk gracefully and proudly down the stairs. Everyone turned and clapped as they watched them walk toward their father.
Legolas wore an emerald tunic over deep green leggings, bringing out the beauty of his green eyes. Two daggers adjourned each hip where they were in special leather pockets, so no one would know about them. His feet bore soft, brown shoes and his hair was braided carefully so it would stay off his face, yet leave his golden hair billowing around his shoulders. Elladan and Elohir both bore blue tunics and grey leggings, although Elladan's tunic was slightly paler than his brothers. Both wore
The same soft brown shoes, and Elladan's hair was hanging loose, while Elohir's had been styled similarly to Legolas's.
Once they had reached the bottom of the steps, a horn sounded and they looked up. Legolas swallowed as he watched a cloaked figure walk slowly down the steps. He spotted Elrond watching him and nodded toward the stranger, but Elrond paled and shook his head. The figure had reached the bottom and was standing next to Legolas, when he pulled down his cloak, staring in awe at the beauty of this elf.
Elrond stood hastily in front of everyone and indicated toward the stranger standing by Legolas.
'Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest of honour…. Aragorn, son of Arathorn heir to Isildur!!'
Everyone cheered except Legolas, Elladan and Elohir. Legolas glared and pulled out one of his daggers, pushing it to Aragorn's throat. He cried out, and Elrond rushed over.
'LEGOLAS, STOP!!!'
Legolas gritted his teeth as blood began to trickle down Aragorn's throat.
'HOW DARE YOU SHAME YOURSELF BY STANDING SO BRAZENLY IN FRONT OF ME!!!'
He pushed his dagger harder. Ignoring the confusion in his victim's face.
'YOU SHOULD BE HANGING YOUR HEAD IN SHAME, FOR WHAT YOURE FOREFATHERS HAVE DONE!!!
Elrond struggled and pulled Legolas off Aragorn, falling to the floor. Legolas jumped up and turned to his father.
'YOU TAKE ME IN, FOR THAT I AM GREATFULL, ELROND, BUT YOU ALSO LET IN MY ENEMY, MY…' his voice broke and he pushed Elrond and ran up the stairs to his room. Elrond, still reeling from Legolas calling him by his name and not father, as he had for over a millennia, motioned for Aragorn to follow him to his study.
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