Muahaha, thanks to Asa for reviewing! :) This one is a lot longer, but not as long as I would like because I really wanted to get the story underway. Lol I don't even have a concrete plot yet... As with all my stories I just write and see what comes out. Hehe so yes, you're as lost as I am with the 'evil event.' ;D Laaaast few things... Legolas is much younger in this, as in, the Fellowship and such hasn't occured, nor has Bilbo even found the ring yet. And really, I don't know what people in Middle-Earth wrote with. I thought I saw a quill in the movie, so that's what being used here. If I'm wrong, then correct me (nicely!), and I'll change it. LAST thing.. (oh God I know I take forever, sorry! ;D) In my opinion, Rivendell seems farther away to Mirkwood then Lorién does, I checked the map in FOTR and it looks farther. Again, if I'm wrong, let me know (nicely!!). :)
Legolas walked slowly through the castle, dreading the meeting with his father. Meetings with his father during his training hour rarely brought good news for him. He had been practicing in the courtyard with several of his friends. A few elves had stopped and watched them as they moved skillfully with their knives, jabbing here and thrusting there. A messenger suddenly appeared, telling Legolas his father wished to see him immediately. He groaned, dropping his knives in defeat as his friends cheered and teased him. "You're lucky I gave you a break this time!" he called, grinning.
"Right this way, young Prince," said the messenger, bringing Legolas out of his thoughts and back to Middle-Earth. He was pointing to a door at the end of a dimly lit hallway. Legolas nodded and walked to the door, slowing his pace.
"Son, I know what you're doing. Walk faster," Thranduil's commanding voice boomed from behind the closed door. Legolas jumped, startled. Grumbling, he quickened his pace and opened the door leading to his father's study. Inside he found Thranduil sitting at his desk, rummaging through several parchments and writing on another.
"I was practicing, you do want me to become a skilled warrior, don't you?" he asked huffily.
"I want you to become a suitable prince first," Thranduil replied calmly.
"Is that why you called me here during my training hour?" he asked.
"Yes and no. I need you to run an errand for me," his father answered.
"What kind of err-" Legolas began.
"Don't interrupt your elders, young one," Thranduil said. "As I was saying, an errand. I need for you to go to both Rivendell and Lothlorién and deliver a message to Lord Elrond and the Lady Galadriel. Whomever you choose to go to first is your decision."
"But why me? That's what we have messengers for," he protested. Thranduil laughed. "This from the elf who always wanted to travel to Lorién and Rivendell alone," his father said.
"Yes, but I was a little boy then-"
"And you are acting like that same little boy again, yet even he seemed more mature than you are at this moment," Thranduil said.
"Sorry father," Legolas mumbled.
"No need to apologize," his father replied. "On this errand, you will be accompanied by two guards, seeing as though the journey may prove dangerous for a young prince such as yourself. Pack well, because you will be gone for well over two weeks. You will be leaving early tomorrow morning, with the rise of the sun," the king explained. Legolas stood patiently, absorbing all the information bestowed upon him.
"Anything else I should know?" he said after a few moments. Thranduil continued writing, the scratch of the quill filling the silence.
"That should be it. I will give you the letters tomorrow, before you leave," his father replied. Legolas nodded and left, carefully closing the door behind him. He went to his chambers to start packing.
The sun had barely risen the next morning when Legolas and his companions set out on the long road to Rivendell. They had decided on Rivendell first, seeing as though it was the farthest. They rode calmly and somewhat slowly; Thranduil had made it clear the messages were not a pressing matter and there was no need to rush.
Four days into their journey, they arrived in Rivendell. They were greeted warmly by Elrond and given refuge for two nights until they set out again. During the stay, Legolas had given the message to Elrond, watching him quizzically as he chuckled and carefully folded the parchment. "You're father is quite a humorous elf," he had told Legolas. Legolas merely smiled in return, having no idea what was going on.
At their pace, it would take about a week to get to Lóthlorien. As they rode, Legolas and his companions marveled at the beautiful scenery. They would ride for most of the day, setting up camp after dark. Rising with the sun, they would pack everything continue their journey.
The week spent riding to Lorién was fairly uneventful, except for the affair on the fourth day. A small band of orcs had been hunting them since their leave from Rivendell, waiting for the perfect moment to attack. Because the three took turns during the night on who would keep watch while the others slept, they were prevented from obtaining the element of surprise. One day, however, Legolas and the guards had stopped at a small lake for a brief rest. It was the perfect opportunity for the blood-hungry orcs.
An arrow whizzed by, inches from Legolas' head. Immediately the three had their bows and were returning arrows with arrows. Cries in the trees and loud thuds indicated the offenders had been killed. Checking for injuries, Legolas found a cut from where an arrow narrowly missed his arm. One of the guards, Tierun, had a long scratch along the side of his head, barely missing an arrow aimed for him.
The rest of the three day journey passed by, and the group had finally arrived in Lóthlorien. They were brought to the talan, and found the Lady of the Wood sitting in a chair discussing something with Celeborn. She looked up at Legolas and smiled, and he gave her the message from the King of Mirkwood. She too, chuckled upon reading the message inside. "What is so funny? You're not the only one who laughed at my father's messages," Legolas said, quite confused.
"You're father, well, here, you can read it," she said, her voice melodious. Legolas took the parchment in Galadriel's elegant hand. He read it over and found himself laughing.
"My dear friend -
I sent this young pest on an errand to get him away for a bit. He's been driving me mad lately. Let him stay as long as you'd like, I feel that he needs to do more than train to become the 'skillful warrior' he is determined to be. Who knows, maybe he'll finally meet a she-elf and bring her home. Hope everything is well.
- Thranduil"
"Pest is new, haven't been called that one yet," he grinned cheekily and returned the letter to Galadriel. She smiled warmly.
"You may stay as long as you'd like, rooms will be set up for you and your company shortly. Would you like to eat in the meantime?" she asked, moving almost effortless from her chair.
"Yes, thank you," he replied, bowing his head in return. She motioned to an elf maiden standing nearby. The elf instructed for them to follow her as she lead them down to a dining hall.
The three ate and laughed merrily, recalling the past few days and the attack on the orcs. Tierun and Seirun (A/N: Excuse my weird names. Too much sugar ;D) teased Legolas about his cut, which had since healed. He insisted it should be called a 'war wound.' They just laughed.
After they had eaten, Legolas said he was tired and retreated to his room. Inside the warm bed, he fell into a peaceful slumber.
Aaah... don't we all wish we could be that bed? LOL jk. ;D Anywho, as I said, if I made any mistakes concering land or area or anything of the sorts (please don't bug me about my grammar/spelling, no one's perfect and I don't have MSWord anymore. *cries*), feel free to let me know, and I will change it! And please review! I like reviews. Reviews make me happy. :D Thanks again for reading this! :)
Legolas walked slowly through the castle, dreading the meeting with his father. Meetings with his father during his training hour rarely brought good news for him. He had been practicing in the courtyard with several of his friends. A few elves had stopped and watched them as they moved skillfully with their knives, jabbing here and thrusting there. A messenger suddenly appeared, telling Legolas his father wished to see him immediately. He groaned, dropping his knives in defeat as his friends cheered and teased him. "You're lucky I gave you a break this time!" he called, grinning.
"Right this way, young Prince," said the messenger, bringing Legolas out of his thoughts and back to Middle-Earth. He was pointing to a door at the end of a dimly lit hallway. Legolas nodded and walked to the door, slowing his pace.
"Son, I know what you're doing. Walk faster," Thranduil's commanding voice boomed from behind the closed door. Legolas jumped, startled. Grumbling, he quickened his pace and opened the door leading to his father's study. Inside he found Thranduil sitting at his desk, rummaging through several parchments and writing on another.
"I was practicing, you do want me to become a skilled warrior, don't you?" he asked huffily.
"I want you to become a suitable prince first," Thranduil replied calmly.
"Is that why you called me here during my training hour?" he asked.
"Yes and no. I need you to run an errand for me," his father answered.
"What kind of err-" Legolas began.
"Don't interrupt your elders, young one," Thranduil said. "As I was saying, an errand. I need for you to go to both Rivendell and Lothlorién and deliver a message to Lord Elrond and the Lady Galadriel. Whomever you choose to go to first is your decision."
"But why me? That's what we have messengers for," he protested. Thranduil laughed. "This from the elf who always wanted to travel to Lorién and Rivendell alone," his father said.
"Yes, but I was a little boy then-"
"And you are acting like that same little boy again, yet even he seemed more mature than you are at this moment," Thranduil said.
"Sorry father," Legolas mumbled.
"No need to apologize," his father replied. "On this errand, you will be accompanied by two guards, seeing as though the journey may prove dangerous for a young prince such as yourself. Pack well, because you will be gone for well over two weeks. You will be leaving early tomorrow morning, with the rise of the sun," the king explained. Legolas stood patiently, absorbing all the information bestowed upon him.
"Anything else I should know?" he said after a few moments. Thranduil continued writing, the scratch of the quill filling the silence.
"That should be it. I will give you the letters tomorrow, before you leave," his father replied. Legolas nodded and left, carefully closing the door behind him. He went to his chambers to start packing.
The sun had barely risen the next morning when Legolas and his companions set out on the long road to Rivendell. They had decided on Rivendell first, seeing as though it was the farthest. They rode calmly and somewhat slowly; Thranduil had made it clear the messages were not a pressing matter and there was no need to rush.
Four days into their journey, they arrived in Rivendell. They were greeted warmly by Elrond and given refuge for two nights until they set out again. During the stay, Legolas had given the message to Elrond, watching him quizzically as he chuckled and carefully folded the parchment. "You're father is quite a humorous elf," he had told Legolas. Legolas merely smiled in return, having no idea what was going on.
At their pace, it would take about a week to get to Lóthlorien. As they rode, Legolas and his companions marveled at the beautiful scenery. They would ride for most of the day, setting up camp after dark. Rising with the sun, they would pack everything continue their journey.
The week spent riding to Lorién was fairly uneventful, except for the affair on the fourth day. A small band of orcs had been hunting them since their leave from Rivendell, waiting for the perfect moment to attack. Because the three took turns during the night on who would keep watch while the others slept, they were prevented from obtaining the element of surprise. One day, however, Legolas and the guards had stopped at a small lake for a brief rest. It was the perfect opportunity for the blood-hungry orcs.
An arrow whizzed by, inches from Legolas' head. Immediately the three had their bows and were returning arrows with arrows. Cries in the trees and loud thuds indicated the offenders had been killed. Checking for injuries, Legolas found a cut from where an arrow narrowly missed his arm. One of the guards, Tierun, had a long scratch along the side of his head, barely missing an arrow aimed for him.
The rest of the three day journey passed by, and the group had finally arrived in Lóthlorien. They were brought to the talan, and found the Lady of the Wood sitting in a chair discussing something with Celeborn. She looked up at Legolas and smiled, and he gave her the message from the King of Mirkwood. She too, chuckled upon reading the message inside. "What is so funny? You're not the only one who laughed at my father's messages," Legolas said, quite confused.
"You're father, well, here, you can read it," she said, her voice melodious. Legolas took the parchment in Galadriel's elegant hand. He read it over and found himself laughing.
"My dear friend -
I sent this young pest on an errand to get him away for a bit. He's been driving me mad lately. Let him stay as long as you'd like, I feel that he needs to do more than train to become the 'skillful warrior' he is determined to be. Who knows, maybe he'll finally meet a she-elf and bring her home. Hope everything is well.
- Thranduil"
"Pest is new, haven't been called that one yet," he grinned cheekily and returned the letter to Galadriel. She smiled warmly.
"You may stay as long as you'd like, rooms will be set up for you and your company shortly. Would you like to eat in the meantime?" she asked, moving almost effortless from her chair.
"Yes, thank you," he replied, bowing his head in return. She motioned to an elf maiden standing nearby. The elf instructed for them to follow her as she lead them down to a dining hall.
The three ate and laughed merrily, recalling the past few days and the attack on the orcs. Tierun and Seirun (A/N: Excuse my weird names. Too much sugar ;D) teased Legolas about his cut, which had since healed. He insisted it should be called a 'war wound.' They just laughed.
After they had eaten, Legolas said he was tired and retreated to his room. Inside the warm bed, he fell into a peaceful slumber.
Aaah... don't we all wish we could be that bed? LOL jk. ;D Anywho, as I said, if I made any mistakes concering land or area or anything of the sorts (please don't bug me about my grammar/spelling, no one's perfect and I don't have MSWord anymore. *cries*), feel free to let me know, and I will change it! And please review! I like reviews. Reviews make me happy. :D Thanks again for reading this! :)