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Thoughts and elvish in italics, kids… I hope it's right. I have collected it from various places, so don't blame me. please – if its wrong – tell me, and I will change it ASAP. thanx! ^_^
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Death was never imminent with elves. They would live forever, provided they were not slain, or did not die of grief. This was one of many reasons that Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood despised being an elf. To live forever meant that he would never have release from his life. This he wanted more than anything.
In truth, he had nothing to live for. He had no purpose in his father's life, and was often shoved to the side as if he were a rag-doll – useless, and lifeless. Haden paid no heed to his worries and strife, Aelis was often away, hunting or travelling. He often met contacts in the north, working as a messenger for his father, gathering information and receiving tip-off about up and coming events that King Thranduil might be interested in.
Legolas, in all his years, had never strayed out of Mirkwood. He was in- experienced. Innocent, and vulnerable. He longed for Aelis sometimes, gazing with misted eyes out of the window, glancing hopefully out at the dense forest, wondering when his brother would return and tell him of the life outside of his confines.
This day, however, was different. The air was hanging heavy with change, and the wind brought a promise of excitement. Day melted into night, and Legolas quivered with anticipation. Tonight is different he mused. Day has been and gone, and I feel no fear. Aelis must have returned. He could almost taste his beloved brother's presence, and he felt no fear towards Haden tonight.
Legolas stood gracefully, dressed in his usual attire of green and brown. He bounded down the stairs, taking them two, even three at a time, skidding to a halt in the main entrance hall.
"Legolas." A taunting voice rang clear, and Legolas shivered under the watchful gaze of his father and brother. He turned and saw Haden standing beside King Tranduil. Aelis was not in sight.
"Mae govannen, Haden." Legolas answered politely. "Where is Aelis?" Questioning in the common tongue, his eyes flicked from brother, to father.
"He is due to arrive any minute." Tranduil answered coldly, giving his youngest son a silencing glance.
Haden motioned for Legolas to stand beside him. The young prince complied. Legolas stood quietly next to his brother, shaking slightly from apprehension and fear. Apprehension from waiting for Aelis to arrive, and fear of Haden's touch. A shudder ran through him as he felt the familiar caress of his sibling's hand. It was a simple contact of hand to lower back, but it sent a shock of cold electricity through Legolas.
There was a commotion outside the doors, and the whinnying of horses could be heard above shouts and calls of joy. Aelis was returned.
The grand doors to the entrance hall flew open and a lean body with a head of long corn yellow hair and sparkling green eyes traipsed in, dragging behind it a large travelling bag, and many small sacks, filled with lumpy objects.
"Good evening, siblings, father. I have returned with many a tale to tell, and plenty of new things to see. Do you wish to see them now, or to wait until I am rested enough to explain how I came across them?" Aelis jested with a humour all his own, and his eyes flickered between Tranduil and Haden, finally coming to rest on the smallest, and quietest of his kin.
"Legolas…" he smiled warmly at his brother, and strode over to him, leaving his baggage on the floor. They embraced with a ferocity expected of lovers, perhaps, after an age old separation, not of two brother apart for merely a fortnight. Legolas wrapped his arms around Aelis, and nuzzled his head into the junction where shoulder meets neck. Aelis smelt sweet, and of summer rain.
"Amin dele ten' lle, a' maelamin." (I am worried about you, my beloved) The words were whispered gently into one pointed ear, soothing, claming and reassuring. Legolas held onto his brother with an iron grip. He was glad of his return.
Aelis let go of him and greeted the rest of his family. Legolas paid no attention to this, save to marvel at Aelis' never-ending energy. King Thranduil left the siblings alone then, retreating to bed and telling the siblings to retire also. Aelis did not. Haden did not. Legolas shuffled his feet uncomfortably, and his hand found Aelis' in the soft light of the hall. It was grasped tightly in return.
Haden turned abruptly towards Legolas. "Come." One word stated sharply. Legolas did not come. "A're!" (today!). Legolas followed reluctantly, but was pulled back by Aelis.
"He will not come." the middle brother answered on his behalf.
"What do you mean – 'He will not come'?" Haden's quailing gaze bored into Aelis' neutral one.
"I mean precisely what I said. He will not come, he is his own person, Haden."
With the precision of an arrow shot by Mirkwood archers, Haden's hand struck Aelis smartly round the face.
"He will come if I command him to". And with that, Haden stalked off down the corridor to his left, dragging Legolas along with him, Leaving Aelis stunned.
The youngest prince glanced back dejectedly at Aelis. And I thought tonight would be different…
In all the commotion, neither father, nor siblings noticed the visitor Aelis had brought. A shadow in the corner, observant, yet puzzled. Lean and dark he was, and young. Aelis crossed the room to the stranger and apologised for the outburst. The man was directed to his room, but he did not go to it. as it turned out, that night would be different after all…
WHO IS THE MISTERY MAN??? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA
READ AND REVIEW!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
FLAMES WILL ONLY BE USEDTO LIGHT MY INSENCE BURNER, SO DON'T EVEN BOTHER, PAL.
read and review!
please?
thankyou!
Thoughts and elvish in italics, kids… I hope it's right. I have collected it from various places, so don't blame me. please – if its wrong – tell me, and I will change it ASAP. thanx! ^_^
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Death was never imminent with elves. They would live forever, provided they were not slain, or did not die of grief. This was one of many reasons that Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood despised being an elf. To live forever meant that he would never have release from his life. This he wanted more than anything.
In truth, he had nothing to live for. He had no purpose in his father's life, and was often shoved to the side as if he were a rag-doll – useless, and lifeless. Haden paid no heed to his worries and strife, Aelis was often away, hunting or travelling. He often met contacts in the north, working as a messenger for his father, gathering information and receiving tip-off about up and coming events that King Thranduil might be interested in.
Legolas, in all his years, had never strayed out of Mirkwood. He was in- experienced. Innocent, and vulnerable. He longed for Aelis sometimes, gazing with misted eyes out of the window, glancing hopefully out at the dense forest, wondering when his brother would return and tell him of the life outside of his confines.
This day, however, was different. The air was hanging heavy with change, and the wind brought a promise of excitement. Day melted into night, and Legolas quivered with anticipation. Tonight is different he mused. Day has been and gone, and I feel no fear. Aelis must have returned. He could almost taste his beloved brother's presence, and he felt no fear towards Haden tonight.
Legolas stood gracefully, dressed in his usual attire of green and brown. He bounded down the stairs, taking them two, even three at a time, skidding to a halt in the main entrance hall.
"Legolas." A taunting voice rang clear, and Legolas shivered under the watchful gaze of his father and brother. He turned and saw Haden standing beside King Tranduil. Aelis was not in sight.
"Mae govannen, Haden." Legolas answered politely. "Where is Aelis?" Questioning in the common tongue, his eyes flicked from brother, to father.
"He is due to arrive any minute." Tranduil answered coldly, giving his youngest son a silencing glance.
Haden motioned for Legolas to stand beside him. The young prince complied. Legolas stood quietly next to his brother, shaking slightly from apprehension and fear. Apprehension from waiting for Aelis to arrive, and fear of Haden's touch. A shudder ran through him as he felt the familiar caress of his sibling's hand. It was a simple contact of hand to lower back, but it sent a shock of cold electricity through Legolas.
There was a commotion outside the doors, and the whinnying of horses could be heard above shouts and calls of joy. Aelis was returned.
The grand doors to the entrance hall flew open and a lean body with a head of long corn yellow hair and sparkling green eyes traipsed in, dragging behind it a large travelling bag, and many small sacks, filled with lumpy objects.
"Good evening, siblings, father. I have returned with many a tale to tell, and plenty of new things to see. Do you wish to see them now, or to wait until I am rested enough to explain how I came across them?" Aelis jested with a humour all his own, and his eyes flickered between Tranduil and Haden, finally coming to rest on the smallest, and quietest of his kin.
"Legolas…" he smiled warmly at his brother, and strode over to him, leaving his baggage on the floor. They embraced with a ferocity expected of lovers, perhaps, after an age old separation, not of two brother apart for merely a fortnight. Legolas wrapped his arms around Aelis, and nuzzled his head into the junction where shoulder meets neck. Aelis smelt sweet, and of summer rain.
"Amin dele ten' lle, a' maelamin." (I am worried about you, my beloved) The words were whispered gently into one pointed ear, soothing, claming and reassuring. Legolas held onto his brother with an iron grip. He was glad of his return.
Aelis let go of him and greeted the rest of his family. Legolas paid no attention to this, save to marvel at Aelis' never-ending energy. King Thranduil left the siblings alone then, retreating to bed and telling the siblings to retire also. Aelis did not. Haden did not. Legolas shuffled his feet uncomfortably, and his hand found Aelis' in the soft light of the hall. It was grasped tightly in return.
Haden turned abruptly towards Legolas. "Come." One word stated sharply. Legolas did not come. "A're!" (today!). Legolas followed reluctantly, but was pulled back by Aelis.
"He will not come." the middle brother answered on his behalf.
"What do you mean – 'He will not come'?" Haden's quailing gaze bored into Aelis' neutral one.
"I mean precisely what I said. He will not come, he is his own person, Haden."
With the precision of an arrow shot by Mirkwood archers, Haden's hand struck Aelis smartly round the face.
"He will come if I command him to". And with that, Haden stalked off down the corridor to his left, dragging Legolas along with him, Leaving Aelis stunned.
The youngest prince glanced back dejectedly at Aelis. And I thought tonight would be different…
In all the commotion, neither father, nor siblings noticed the visitor Aelis had brought. A shadow in the corner, observant, yet puzzled. Lean and dark he was, and young. Aelis crossed the room to the stranger and apologised for the outburst. The man was directed to his room, but he did not go to it. as it turned out, that night would be different after all…
WHO IS THE MISTERY MAN??? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA
READ AND REVIEW!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
FLAMES WILL ONLY BE USEDTO LIGHT MY INSENCE BURNER, SO DON'T EVEN BOTHER, PAL.
read and review!
please?
thankyou!
