Not to much to Ask
Disclaimer: I own none of LOTR, and I probably never will.
A/N This is going to begin when Legolas is twelve and work over to the time he's over 2,000. This is going to be strange, constructive ideas only, please.
She is dead. That was all Legolas could think. Grief swelled up in him, tears began to form in his eyes. He couldn't cry, his Father was watching and he didn't want his father to know he still cried. Thranduil was strictly against weak children, and since he had several he was rather picky over their actions and behavior, at least that's what Legolas could decipher.
Legolas' face was held no emotion, no grief, no anger. He was strong in the eyes of Elves about him, and seemed to see no problem. His blond hair was braided back at the ears, and his bright eyes shimmered.
He stood and watched as they cremated his mother, and then walked silently away, his head down. His father came up to him as if he were desperate to catch up, but they didn't say a word.
Legolas headed up to his room, to where he would escape all the noise and commotion. To his surprise Thranduil followed his up the staircase.
When they reached the landing before Legolas' room, Legolas turned to look at Thranduil, whom was still looking at the floor.
"Why did you follow me, Father?" Legolas asked.
"Do I not have a right to see how my son is faring after the death of his mother?"
Legolas sighed and looked at his feet. Thranduil looked him over carefully, as if to see if he had hair on his knuckles. Legolas waited until his father had left to enter his room. It was dark, but he could still see the king sized bed, and the wooden dresser.
He flopped down on his bed, and fell almost instantly into sleep.
**A few hundred, ok thousand, years later.**
Legolas stood on a cliff and looked down into the forest below. So much had had happened in the past few weeks it was barely conceivable. First he was at the council of Elrond, and next thing he knows Gandalf has fallen and he was standing right here.
"Lets move. Orcs will be swarming all over here before nightfall." Aragorn said, pushing them further.
Merry and Pippin were picked up by Boromir and Gimli, whom had just been able to regain some dignity was looking about. Aragorn caught Frodo before he wandered off, and we began again to head towards Lorien.
**After Haldir takes them captive and to Lady Galadriel.**
Legolas Greenleaf, I have been waiting for many years to meet you. Galadriel spoke softly to him in his mind.
"Nine were sent off from Rivendale, but only eight are here. Where is Gandalf the Grey, for I much desire to speak to him." Celeborn said.
"He has fallen into darkness." Galadriel says as if deep in thought, "The mission stands on the tip of a sword, one wrong move and it shall all be in vain."
They were given time to rest, food, and time to bathe, which proved very useful for some people. Legolas was much at home at Lorien, even though he had never been there. It was a dwelling of Elves, and in such times it was well needed.
On this journey so far, Legolas seemed not to have bore any of his own personality into the fellowship, mostly he was silent. It was like one of those really annoying 'children should be seen and not heard' thing, Legolas seemed to abide by something more like 'Elven Princes should be seen and not heard'.
Galadriel knew this, but had resided from telling him outright, but it was time for them to talk.
A/N So what ya think? Not half bad, I hope. I'm going to leave off right now, but I will probably only add two more chapters. Please review!