"Alright, now what was the urgent thing you had to tell us all?"
Elrohir questioned, looking at Legolas confusedly.
Legolas eyed Elendae, "It is not just I who has something to say, but Elendae needs to say something as well."
Her eyes flashed, but she made no reply.
Elrohir's head snapped to looked at Elendae, "Really?"
She nodded, not trusting her voice; her emerald coloured eyes remained directed at the ground at her feet.
Arwen looked at the twin stars standing next to her, both looking just as confused as she felt.
"Well, first of all, Elendae and I met a long time ago, but I know her by a different name, Daeril," Legolas began.
He looked at the blond elf next to him, she continued her steadfast gaze at the stone floor.
Legolas sighed, "We were very young," he continued. . .
*****flashback*****
The young prince of Greenwood watched nervously as his father paced from one end of the room to the other, glaring his general.
"You're telling me that the Kanogor have taken nearly forty percent of Greenwood?!" The king cried.
"Yes sire," the dark-haired elf nodded, "Moromen, their leader, led the campaign, our soldiers could not hold out."
"How does a band of stupid, foul orcs defeat elven warriors?!"
"They're not just orcs, sire, some are human, there are even rumors of dwarves and elves among them. . ."
Thranduil sighed, still fixing his gaze on the elven general, "Reinforcements from Lothlorien will arrive soon, once they do, lead a full out attack."
"Yes sire," the elf nodded.
"Now leave."
"Yes sire," the elf bowed and quickly darted from the room.
Thranduil turned back to his son who stood silently in the corner, "Legolas," he began.
"uma, atar yes father?"
"I want you to join our army when they set out for battle," he sighed.
Legolas started, "But father-"
"It is your duty as a prince, an obligation to your people," Thranduil cut in.
"Father, can't Manglin go?"
"You know yourself that your brother has no talent when it comes to battle," the king answered sternly, "But you, son, you can be a great warrior."
Legolas looked at his father, desperation in his eyes. The prince opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it, "Yes sir," he nodded.
"Good," Thranduil smiled, "now hurry or else you'll miss your lessons for the day."
Legolas slowly departed the room, anxiety seizing his mind, the fear in his heart growing greater by the second.
Legolas eyed Elendae, "It is not just I who has something to say, but Elendae needs to say something as well."
Her eyes flashed, but she made no reply.
Elrohir's head snapped to looked at Elendae, "Really?"
She nodded, not trusting her voice; her emerald coloured eyes remained directed at the ground at her feet.
Arwen looked at the twin stars standing next to her, both looking just as confused as she felt.
"Well, first of all, Elendae and I met a long time ago, but I know her by a different name, Daeril," Legolas began.
He looked at the blond elf next to him, she continued her steadfast gaze at the stone floor.
Legolas sighed, "We were very young," he continued. . .
*****flashback*****
The young prince of Greenwood watched nervously as his father paced from one end of the room to the other, glaring his general.
"You're telling me that the Kanogor have taken nearly forty percent of Greenwood?!" The king cried.
"Yes sire," the dark-haired elf nodded, "Moromen, their leader, led the campaign, our soldiers could not hold out."
"How does a band of stupid, foul orcs defeat elven warriors?!"
"They're not just orcs, sire, some are human, there are even rumors of dwarves and elves among them. . ."
Thranduil sighed, still fixing his gaze on the elven general, "Reinforcements from Lothlorien will arrive soon, once they do, lead a full out attack."
"Yes sire," the elf nodded.
"Now leave."
"Yes sire," the elf bowed and quickly darted from the room.
Thranduil turned back to his son who stood silently in the corner, "Legolas," he began.
"uma, atar yes father?"
"I want you to join our army when they set out for battle," he sighed.
Legolas started, "But father-"
"It is your duty as a prince, an obligation to your people," Thranduil cut in.
"Father, can't Manglin go?"
"You know yourself that your brother has no talent when it comes to battle," the king answered sternly, "But you, son, you can be a great warrior."
Legolas looked at his father, desperation in his eyes. The prince opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it, "Yes sir," he nodded.
"Good," Thranduil smiled, "now hurry or else you'll miss your lessons for the day."
Legolas slowly departed the room, anxiety seizing his mind, the fear in his heart growing greater by the second.