Part 3
Furius:- Thank you for giveing me advice and I am takeing it up. I'll change between Elsar for Estel for now, but I think you'll find both names are correct. As to the Cousin and brother thing you referred to, I mean it solely as the names close friends will call each other. I myself have close friends I call cousin and Sister, so as you see to me this is not strange at all. I hope you keep reading.
AJ Matthews, di & Merle:- Thanks for commenting, it really makes my ego purr. After all, that's what most write for.
Lucie( ):- Always glad to know I've written something diffrent. Thanks!
Disclaimer: See first part
Note:- Please Review!!! Feed the Authors Ego and stop my Muse's bugging me!!
Legolas sighed heavily and adjusted his tunic as he walked swiftly down a corridor on his way to the feast. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about what he'd almost done to the child. He'd killed in his life, of course he had. But usually only Orcs, sometimes Men, but never came close to a child. Today he almost had, and that was something that would take a long time to forgive himself for. He'd decided not long after returning to his rooms that he would help Lord Elrond to protect the child, no matter what. It was the least he could do after what he'd nearly done. As he turned a corridor he met the Elven Lord and Man-Child, who it seemed were haveing a 'discussion' about what the youngster had to wear.
'Legolas!' Lord Elrond looked delighted to see the Prince of Mirkwood. Aragorn looked just as pleased to see him and ran forward, hugging the prince around the middle. Legolas froze momentarily, but laughed and prized Aragorn off his waist.
"Lord Elrond, Young Aragorn, how nice to see you again so early."
"Running late, old friend?" Elrond asked but beore Legolas could answer Aragorn cut across him.
"He's makeing me go to the feast, Legolas. Tell him not to make me!"
"Sorry young one," Legolas smiled getting down on his haunches once more to talk to the child on his own level "I'm being forced to go also."
"Awww!" Aragorn pouted. Elrond shook his head in bafflment as he looked between the two of them. He had hardly ever seen the Prince of Mirkwood so at ease with anyone, not since the prince himself had been a child. It warmed his heart to see it.
'How you can be forced to go to a feast I do not know.' Elrond said in elvish, smileing down at Aragorn who was stareing at them, confused.
'Easily if the feast is being held in your honour.' Legolas mutterd to Elrond as they began walking along the corridor again with little Aragorn walking between them, stareing about as if detirmined to remember the way he was going.
'I know you do not want this Legolas, but the others expect you to be there and to enjoy yourself. You are the hero of the moment and that carries responsibility.'
'Am I always to be the hero of the moment, Elrond?'
'I expect so. But who knows what is to happen? Estel here is going to be bringing many changes to Middle Earth.'
'Estel?'
Aragorn had not been paying much attention until he heard his name mentioned and looked up expectantly at Legolas. He'd gotten over what had happend earlier extreamly quickly. Quickly enough to ask questions of Elrond about the young Prince and was now simply in awe. He wanted to learn to be a great warrior like Legolas, Glorfindel and both of Elrond's sons. And he wanted them to teach him.
When Aragorn had told Elrond this, his Foster Father had smiled and told him that if he was good he may get his wish, which of course had already given rise to many day dreams on his part.
"Yes Legolas?" Aragorn asked, smileing. The Elfen prince looked simply blank at this, he wasn't used to this, he realised. Thankfully, Elrond came to his metaphorical rescue.
"How would you like to learn Elvish, young one?" he asked with a inflection that Legolas would be doing the teaching.
"Yes please!"
The feast was already at full swing when the three arrived. They were greeted by the whole room standing. They cheered Legolas' name and he smiled and bowed to them before finding his seat next to Glorfindel. He immidiately poured himself a large drink.
Aragorn was pleased at the seating arrangement. Legolas was sat on Elrond's direct right, with Glorfindel next to him. Aragorn was on Elrond's left, with Thranduil sat next to him. As far as the Young Man was concerned it was the perfect arrangement, and he enjoyed the fact that they all seemed eager to talk to him, and the food was good too.
He stayed awake far longer than anyone expected him too and the older elves were delighted by his shear energy. In fact, by the time he began yawning, the others were almost exausted of his non-stop chatter. It was one of the Elf-Maids who came to lead him away to bed.
"But I -" a ywan "-don't want to."
"But you must, young Aragorn." Legolas told him, rather slurred though it was "If you are not rested, how are you going to watch the - the archery tomorrow?"
Aragorn pouted but gave up all the same, plodding off towards his room with the maid.
Furius:- Thank you for giveing me advice and I am takeing it up. I'll change between Elsar for Estel for now, but I think you'll find both names are correct. As to the Cousin and brother thing you referred to, I mean it solely as the names close friends will call each other. I myself have close friends I call cousin and Sister, so as you see to me this is not strange at all. I hope you keep reading.
AJ Matthews, di & Merle:- Thanks for commenting, it really makes my ego purr. After all, that's what most write for.
Lucie( ):- Always glad to know I've written something diffrent. Thanks!
Disclaimer: See first part
Note:- Please Review!!! Feed the Authors Ego and stop my Muse's bugging me!!
Legolas sighed heavily and adjusted his tunic as he walked swiftly down a corridor on his way to the feast. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about what he'd almost done to the child. He'd killed in his life, of course he had. But usually only Orcs, sometimes Men, but never came close to a child. Today he almost had, and that was something that would take a long time to forgive himself for. He'd decided not long after returning to his rooms that he would help Lord Elrond to protect the child, no matter what. It was the least he could do after what he'd nearly done. As he turned a corridor he met the Elven Lord and Man-Child, who it seemed were haveing a 'discussion' about what the youngster had to wear.
'Legolas!' Lord Elrond looked delighted to see the Prince of Mirkwood. Aragorn looked just as pleased to see him and ran forward, hugging the prince around the middle. Legolas froze momentarily, but laughed and prized Aragorn off his waist.
"Lord Elrond, Young Aragorn, how nice to see you again so early."
"Running late, old friend?" Elrond asked but beore Legolas could answer Aragorn cut across him.
"He's makeing me go to the feast, Legolas. Tell him not to make me!"
"Sorry young one," Legolas smiled getting down on his haunches once more to talk to the child on his own level "I'm being forced to go also."
"Awww!" Aragorn pouted. Elrond shook his head in bafflment as he looked between the two of them. He had hardly ever seen the Prince of Mirkwood so at ease with anyone, not since the prince himself had been a child. It warmed his heart to see it.
'How you can be forced to go to a feast I do not know.' Elrond said in elvish, smileing down at Aragorn who was stareing at them, confused.
'Easily if the feast is being held in your honour.' Legolas mutterd to Elrond as they began walking along the corridor again with little Aragorn walking between them, stareing about as if detirmined to remember the way he was going.
'I know you do not want this Legolas, but the others expect you to be there and to enjoy yourself. You are the hero of the moment and that carries responsibility.'
'Am I always to be the hero of the moment, Elrond?'
'I expect so. But who knows what is to happen? Estel here is going to be bringing many changes to Middle Earth.'
'Estel?'
Aragorn had not been paying much attention until he heard his name mentioned and looked up expectantly at Legolas. He'd gotten over what had happend earlier extreamly quickly. Quickly enough to ask questions of Elrond about the young Prince and was now simply in awe. He wanted to learn to be a great warrior like Legolas, Glorfindel and both of Elrond's sons. And he wanted them to teach him.
When Aragorn had told Elrond this, his Foster Father had smiled and told him that if he was good he may get his wish, which of course had already given rise to many day dreams on his part.
"Yes Legolas?" Aragorn asked, smileing. The Elfen prince looked simply blank at this, he wasn't used to this, he realised. Thankfully, Elrond came to his metaphorical rescue.
"How would you like to learn Elvish, young one?" he asked with a inflection that Legolas would be doing the teaching.
"Yes please!"
The feast was already at full swing when the three arrived. They were greeted by the whole room standing. They cheered Legolas' name and he smiled and bowed to them before finding his seat next to Glorfindel. He immidiately poured himself a large drink.
Aragorn was pleased at the seating arrangement. Legolas was sat on Elrond's direct right, with Glorfindel next to him. Aragorn was on Elrond's left, with Thranduil sat next to him. As far as the Young Man was concerned it was the perfect arrangement, and he enjoyed the fact that they all seemed eager to talk to him, and the food was good too.
He stayed awake far longer than anyone expected him too and the older elves were delighted by his shear energy. In fact, by the time he began yawning, the others were almost exausted of his non-stop chatter. It was one of the Elf-Maids who came to lead him away to bed.
"But I -" a ywan "-don't want to."
"But you must, young Aragorn." Legolas told him, rather slurred though it was "If you are not rested, how are you going to watch the - the archery tomorrow?"
Aragorn pouted but gave up all the same, plodding off towards his room with the maid.