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For your information: Legolas is the son of Thranduil and the Queen Rhane
of the fairycreatures. The fairycreature realm is separated from the rest
of Middle-Earth by a mountain range and a great snowy wasteland. Neither
Legolas or Thranduil know of each others existence. Legolas was never
answered when asking about his father, and Rhane left Thranduil on the very
same night that Legolas was conceived. Any other questions, just ask ;)
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Hard footsteps were echoing in the hallway to the throne room. The woman sitting on the throne turned to her entering counsellor. "Well, Ramin, what do you think, is he ready?" The question was asked lightly. The fairy creature Queen already knew the answer. The dark being that had entered the room fell to one knee, bowing deep for his Queen, which had deserved his respect through countless decisions and almost as many battles. He stood again, his black armour shining, the helmet tucked under his arm. "Yes, my Queen," he said with a smile, "I believe he is." At the sight of her sad face he drew closer, reaching out his hands towards her. "Your son has been trained in the art of magic by the best in the country. It is now time that he learns to wield other weapons then sorcery. The demons will take the honour of that task upon them, as they have for centuries. Did we treat you bad when you came to study with us? It will only be a few years." He stopped for a second, smiling. "Your son is growing up Rhane, he will be our ruler one day, although that may still be far of, he has to learn to command, learn to fight with the troops. He is a fighter, he'll be alright."
Queen Rhane lowered her head for a few moments, looking at his hands holding hers, then looked up to him. "You are right," she said her eyes shining with a gleam of unshed tears, "you always were. Hard times will come; my son must be ready for them. But that doesn't mean I'll miss him any less." She lifted her hands from his, turning towards the door. "The time has come to say goodbye, let us go to the square." Ramin bowed: "As you wish, my Queen." He replaced his helmet on his head and presented his arm to her. She lightly placed her hand on it and together they walked through the corridor.
"It isn't fair: I am your guardian angel, I should be allowed to go with you. And instead they leave me here to be bored out off my brain." The winged woman crossed her arms and spread her wings for a second before furling them again. "I can't help that, Radiant, you know that." A young man of Elvish appearance responded, lifting some sacks onto the back of his horse. The woman snorted. She was beautiful, wearing a tunic and a pair of shorts that didn't hinder her movements. A great sword was girded around her middle. Light blue hair fell down, reaching her hips and fierce blue eyes fixed on her friend and protégée. Her expression softened as she sighed. "I know that, my prince, but I still think that I should go. I could be of some use."
Footsteps behind them made them turn. "Off course you would be, Angel, but that is against the rules." The commander of the demon pack stood before them, his hand on the reins of his horse. "The problem is that our prince has to learn to fight for himself. As his guardian, you would have to help him, but he has to do this alone. They're the rules, Radiant, like it or not." Radiant sighed again. "You're right, captain Rhûgan, but it doesn't want to seep in yet." She turned a smile to the captain. Rhûgan was enormous, a sight witch his black cape only emphasized more. A large scar ran across his left eye until the middle of his cheek and his black hair wandered to all sides. "I have to go now," Radiant said, turning towards her friend, "your mother will appear soon, and I have to be at her side." Then she turned and strode away. "Don't be too sad, my prince, you will see her again." Rhûgan remarked, placing his hand comfortingly on the young man's shoulder.
All horses were now saddled and their riders ready to depart: twenty demons including Rhûgan, who would soon be joined by their leader and king - Ramin, and the prince off all the fairy creatures: Legolas, son of Rhane. Then the doors swung open and out off them emerged four persons. Queen Rhane, her hand still resting on the arm of Ramin. Behind them walked Radiant and her older sister, Serra, who was the guardian angel of the Queen. Rhane stopped atop the stairs, taking her hand of Ramin's arm. The king of the demons bowed for her, then continued down the stairs and swung himself onto his horse, joining his fellow Demons. Nodding to his captain and the young prince, he immediately turned his attention back to the Queen.
High above her people, who had come to see this important moment in the lives of the royal family that ruled them, Rhane drew in her breath, strengthening herself. "My people," she said, her voice resounding in the courtyard, "we have come here today to see our prince, my son, for the last time in many years. True to our old pact, the Demons have come to take him to become a warrior worthy of once ruling our country." A loud cheer from the croud interrupted Rhane. It hit her that they loved her son so much, even though his father was Elvish and not a fairy creature; they had taken him in as one of their own. She looked quickly at him. He was so beautiful, a beauty that went beyond Elvish or even fairy creature beauty. But he was also strong; she had seen it in him during his training as a sorcerer: a tremendously powerful spirit in a still young body with a pure hearth. Rhane was pulled back from her thoughts as the scream died. "I bid you all a safe journey and I beg you to teach my son as much as you can." -He'll need it in days to come- Rhane thought, but she did not say it out loud. It was not time yet. Rhane raised her hand as a sign off farewell and Ramin shouted, the Demons screamed to their horses, spurring them to speed. Legolas whirled his light brown steed around and disappeared with them through the gates into the world away from the castle.
The people left the courtyard heading to their homes. Alone on her high stance Rhane felt her joy die. -Farewell, my son, at least for a few years. Learn fast and hard, Legolas, you will be needed.- Then she turned and went back into the castle. As she walked through the corridor, tears welled up in her eyes and when she felt the comforting grip of Serra's hand on her shoulder, she did not shake it of like she would have otherwise. From behind her she heard Radiant mutter. "He won't be gone for long: that kid is a better student then any other." And Rhane knew she was right: her son would come back to her in not too long a time.
Legolas rode in the front of the company, flanked on his left by Rhûgan and on his right by Ramin. He realized that his position in the group was rather strange. As prince of all the fairy creatures he was the equal of all the rulers of the individual races, above them stood only his mother, the Queen of the fairy creatures. But he was here to be trained, which meant that he had to listen to whoever had to practice with him. He had no trouble with that, Legolas knew that there were many people in the land that knew more than him, and he had no problems with taking orders from more qualified persons. Hopefully, the Demons would think of him as a fellow race mate and not as their prince.
After having ridden in silence for about an hour, Ramin looked at the fragile-looking being at his side. Seeing Legolas' heavy mood, he started talking. "Well, my prince, so your study with us begins." Legolas gave him a weak smile; he liked Ramin and intended to listen to his advices. "I guess so," he answered, "Oh and Lord Ramin, would you do me a favor?" "And what would that be, my prince?" Ramin asked amused. "If you would not mind, would you call me Legolas instead of 'my prince'? I mean, there's not much use in titles right now, is there? I'm going to take commands from you for a couple of years, so just Legolas would do fine." Ramin blinked his eyes a couple of times, looking quickly at Rhûgan, who only raised his shoulders for a second. Then the Demon King burst into laughter. "Very well, 'Legolas', that's what we're going to call you." And so they rode on, speaking comradely as they rode for three weeks, finally reaching the capital of the Demons: Kee-ool.
The day after there arrival, Legolas was summoned early: he had to appear before the King. As he entered the throne room of the Demons with it's high ceiling and thick stonewalls and pillars he saw Ramin was already sitting on his throne. Legolas stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading to the High Throne of the Demons. "Hail Lord," he said, "you have called me?" Ramin smiled: this wouldn't be a problem: he had hoped Legolas would understand he was going to be treated like one of their youngsters now. "Yes, I have. I found a company in which I can put you to start your training. Their captain is Rhûgan, and there are still 11 others in it. They'll start practicing in about 15 minutes, so I'm afraid you're going to have to pass breakfast." He gestured to a Demon at his side "Bring him to his company." Both the Demon and Legolas bowed and then left the room.
His guide took Legolas to the exercising terrain. On their way they passed several other groups who were already busy. Swords flashed as students fought each other, trying to find openings in the defence of their sparring partners. Legolas felt a shudder going through his body while he wondered if his own rank body could ever be strong enough to fight against the stronger built Demons. Suddenly the Demon stopped and pointed towards a group nearby. "There they are, sir." He gave him a quick smile and just a hint of a bow. "Good luck, my prince." he whispered. Legolas smiled back but before he could say something the Demon strode off. Softly shaking his head, he joined the other Demons in his group. Some off them looked oddly at him and snickered, others looked at him with amusement.
"Good morning!" At that sound everybody jumped and turned towards the heavy voice. Before them stood Rhûgan, fully armoured and with two long, heavy swords at his side. "So, twelve people, we're complete. Now before we do anything, I'm going to give my speech. I advice you to listen to it carefully, cause I'm not going to repeat it." Legolas bit back a smile at those words: Rhûgan certainly knew how to get attention! "On this moment you are all pretty useless, you know little to nothing about the art of fighting. It is my task to learn you how to fight, defend yourselves and your companions, plan an assault or defence and many other things. This will be a pure physical teaching and I do not want any off you who would know sorcery to use it." Rhûgan paused, looking around to see if he still had everyone's attention. "After your training is completed, you will be free to wear a Demon armour: a thing only made for those who have proven worthy of it. Some off you will most likely not pass, but I wish each and every one off you the best of luck. Now, I have here a list of names, please give a yelp if you hear yours." Rhûgan took a list out off his armour and unrolled it. "Daggor." "Yes,sir!" the reply came from the Demon at Legolas' right: a lean but tall black-haired boy who would be about his age. "Nîhun." "Yes." An enthusiastic shout from the other side of the group. "Thanin." "Present." A young woman standing next to Daggor, her black hair in a long piggy tail. Several other names were called, their owners replying swiftly, most of them excited. The only one now left was Legolas who felt very uncomfortable under the stares of his fellow apprentices.
"Legolas." The young prince straightened his shoulders and stood up. "Present, sir." he replied. Rhûgan looked at him quickly and nodded. "Well, if everybody would seek a partner, we'll begin with the basics." Most of the Demons were quick to choose everybody but Legolas, who felt completely stupid. Making up his mind to do the best he could to please his mother and Rhûgan, Legolas gave a friendly smile to Daggor, who was the only one without a partner. Rhûgan passed between them, handing out wooden training swords. "These will only be your weapon for a week, then you get metal ones," he commented, "but these won't harm you if a stroke goes wrong and you get used to holding weight for a couple of hours." He then began to show them how to hold the sword, to balance its weight and to do some basic steps of attack and defence. "Ok, your turn." he said to them "practice what I just showed you. Take turns attacking and defending, I'll be walking from group to group to correct if necessary."
"I'll attack first," Daggor said with a grin, "just parry, all right?" Legolas nodded, getting into the defensive stance Rhûgan had shown. Daggor, still grinning, swayed at him with the wood, but was so enthusiastic that he overbalanced. Legolas grinned, seeing his chance. He took a quick step back and parried. Rhûgan came at their side, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Patience, Daggor, patience. Your father is a great fighter and we expect much off you, but not from the first lesson." he gave a quick smile "Take your time, learn the balance of your blade. You'll learn, carry on now." And with that he was gone, turning towards another pair. Daggor sighed. Legolas looked at him with a wry smile. "That's one hell of an expectation to live up to, if you don't mind me saying." Daggor grimaced. "Yeah," he said, "but I'll learn: I can't fail my father!" He motioned for Legolas to attack him and so he did, but his blow was almost parried as easily as his partner's.
They went on like this for hours, until Rhûgan was kind of satisfied with their moves. Legolas saw that there was already some class forming in the group. There were two people who could already fight a little, a boy called Khînu and the girl with the piggy tail: Thanin. Then there were the others who were middle-classed, Legolas amongst them. Lastly there was the unlucky kid that was in every class and seemed to do everything wrong no matter how hard he tried. In this case it was the boy with the enthusiastic voice Legolas couldn't see at the name-calling: Nîhun. He had a sheepish grin, and blurred, short hair that was browner than the normal black of the Demons.
They had a quick break, sitting on the ground, breathing heavily as Rhûgan went to get their meals. "Only this first time," the captain had said, "next time you'll all go to the mess like the rest." So they sat in the warm sun, wiping the sweat of their faces and catching their breath for a few minutes. "He look," a teasing voice came from behind Legolas, "the Elven's tired already." Turning around, he looked for the origin of the voice. Many off the Demon's were grinning, but his plaguer spoke again. "You must be the son of some rich idiot who thinks his money can get his son through a Demon training." "What makes you think that, Khînu?" he asked neutrally. "Cause no normal Elf would send his son here, knowing he wouldn't be able to complete the training. Give it up, Legolas, you'll only hold the rest of us back." Behind them Rhûgan had come back, but he remained in the shadows, listening to the conversation. He had known there would be trouble in the group because of Legolas. And Legolas would have a hard time, not being able to explain why he was there. It was decided that the identity of the prince would be kept secret. The fact that some of the other races indeed sent their children to be trained by the Demons would have to be a good enough cover for him.
Legolas narrowed his eyes for a second, then spoke "Just do your best Khînu, then I'll do mine." Khînu laughed shortly "Within two weeks I'll see you beg to go back home, Elf." Rhûgan decided to break it up before it got out of hand. There was no reason to believe he would do such a thing but Legolas could use his magic and kill Khînu in a matter of seconds and Rhûgan saw no use in a confrontation between them now. But maybe this was a good thing: as he came from behind the stone with the food, he saw Legolas narrow his eyes. The last time he had seen that look, it was when the prince had nearly broken all his ribs when he couldn't find the right counterspell for a curse and had been seriously injured. He swore to learn them all and within two weeks he had indeed mastered most of them. That same determination to continue was in his eyes now. Legolas wouldn't quit until he could defeat Khînu.
The rest of the day, they discussed tactics in the shadow of a large three that stood on the exercise-field. Rhûgan drew the positions the different parties would take in the dust asking what the group thought could be improved about them. There were many suggestions, but some small thing was always overseen. The last hour they trained with the swords again, but were too tired to really try. "Enough for today," Rhûgan said when the sun had already gone under, "You'll have about half an hour to clean yourselves up and assemble in the mess. Your sleeping hall is the furthest on the right of the barracks. Come on now, drag yourselves up and give me those swords."
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Hard footsteps were echoing in the hallway to the throne room. The woman sitting on the throne turned to her entering counsellor. "Well, Ramin, what do you think, is he ready?" The question was asked lightly. The fairy creature Queen already knew the answer. The dark being that had entered the room fell to one knee, bowing deep for his Queen, which had deserved his respect through countless decisions and almost as many battles. He stood again, his black armour shining, the helmet tucked under his arm. "Yes, my Queen," he said with a smile, "I believe he is." At the sight of her sad face he drew closer, reaching out his hands towards her. "Your son has been trained in the art of magic by the best in the country. It is now time that he learns to wield other weapons then sorcery. The demons will take the honour of that task upon them, as they have for centuries. Did we treat you bad when you came to study with us? It will only be a few years." He stopped for a second, smiling. "Your son is growing up Rhane, he will be our ruler one day, although that may still be far of, he has to learn to command, learn to fight with the troops. He is a fighter, he'll be alright."
Queen Rhane lowered her head for a few moments, looking at his hands holding hers, then looked up to him. "You are right," she said her eyes shining with a gleam of unshed tears, "you always were. Hard times will come; my son must be ready for them. But that doesn't mean I'll miss him any less." She lifted her hands from his, turning towards the door. "The time has come to say goodbye, let us go to the square." Ramin bowed: "As you wish, my Queen." He replaced his helmet on his head and presented his arm to her. She lightly placed her hand on it and together they walked through the corridor.
"It isn't fair: I am your guardian angel, I should be allowed to go with you. And instead they leave me here to be bored out off my brain." The winged woman crossed her arms and spread her wings for a second before furling them again. "I can't help that, Radiant, you know that." A young man of Elvish appearance responded, lifting some sacks onto the back of his horse. The woman snorted. She was beautiful, wearing a tunic and a pair of shorts that didn't hinder her movements. A great sword was girded around her middle. Light blue hair fell down, reaching her hips and fierce blue eyes fixed on her friend and protégée. Her expression softened as she sighed. "I know that, my prince, but I still think that I should go. I could be of some use."
Footsteps behind them made them turn. "Off course you would be, Angel, but that is against the rules." The commander of the demon pack stood before them, his hand on the reins of his horse. "The problem is that our prince has to learn to fight for himself. As his guardian, you would have to help him, but he has to do this alone. They're the rules, Radiant, like it or not." Radiant sighed again. "You're right, captain Rhûgan, but it doesn't want to seep in yet." She turned a smile to the captain. Rhûgan was enormous, a sight witch his black cape only emphasized more. A large scar ran across his left eye until the middle of his cheek and his black hair wandered to all sides. "I have to go now," Radiant said, turning towards her friend, "your mother will appear soon, and I have to be at her side." Then she turned and strode away. "Don't be too sad, my prince, you will see her again." Rhûgan remarked, placing his hand comfortingly on the young man's shoulder.
All horses were now saddled and their riders ready to depart: twenty demons including Rhûgan, who would soon be joined by their leader and king - Ramin, and the prince off all the fairy creatures: Legolas, son of Rhane. Then the doors swung open and out off them emerged four persons. Queen Rhane, her hand still resting on the arm of Ramin. Behind them walked Radiant and her older sister, Serra, who was the guardian angel of the Queen. Rhane stopped atop the stairs, taking her hand of Ramin's arm. The king of the demons bowed for her, then continued down the stairs and swung himself onto his horse, joining his fellow Demons. Nodding to his captain and the young prince, he immediately turned his attention back to the Queen.
High above her people, who had come to see this important moment in the lives of the royal family that ruled them, Rhane drew in her breath, strengthening herself. "My people," she said, her voice resounding in the courtyard, "we have come here today to see our prince, my son, for the last time in many years. True to our old pact, the Demons have come to take him to become a warrior worthy of once ruling our country." A loud cheer from the croud interrupted Rhane. It hit her that they loved her son so much, even though his father was Elvish and not a fairy creature; they had taken him in as one of their own. She looked quickly at him. He was so beautiful, a beauty that went beyond Elvish or even fairy creature beauty. But he was also strong; she had seen it in him during his training as a sorcerer: a tremendously powerful spirit in a still young body with a pure hearth. Rhane was pulled back from her thoughts as the scream died. "I bid you all a safe journey and I beg you to teach my son as much as you can." -He'll need it in days to come- Rhane thought, but she did not say it out loud. It was not time yet. Rhane raised her hand as a sign off farewell and Ramin shouted, the Demons screamed to their horses, spurring them to speed. Legolas whirled his light brown steed around and disappeared with them through the gates into the world away from the castle.
The people left the courtyard heading to their homes. Alone on her high stance Rhane felt her joy die. -Farewell, my son, at least for a few years. Learn fast and hard, Legolas, you will be needed.- Then she turned and went back into the castle. As she walked through the corridor, tears welled up in her eyes and when she felt the comforting grip of Serra's hand on her shoulder, she did not shake it of like she would have otherwise. From behind her she heard Radiant mutter. "He won't be gone for long: that kid is a better student then any other." And Rhane knew she was right: her son would come back to her in not too long a time.
Legolas rode in the front of the company, flanked on his left by Rhûgan and on his right by Ramin. He realized that his position in the group was rather strange. As prince of all the fairy creatures he was the equal of all the rulers of the individual races, above them stood only his mother, the Queen of the fairy creatures. But he was here to be trained, which meant that he had to listen to whoever had to practice with him. He had no trouble with that, Legolas knew that there were many people in the land that knew more than him, and he had no problems with taking orders from more qualified persons. Hopefully, the Demons would think of him as a fellow race mate and not as their prince.
After having ridden in silence for about an hour, Ramin looked at the fragile-looking being at his side. Seeing Legolas' heavy mood, he started talking. "Well, my prince, so your study with us begins." Legolas gave him a weak smile; he liked Ramin and intended to listen to his advices. "I guess so," he answered, "Oh and Lord Ramin, would you do me a favor?" "And what would that be, my prince?" Ramin asked amused. "If you would not mind, would you call me Legolas instead of 'my prince'? I mean, there's not much use in titles right now, is there? I'm going to take commands from you for a couple of years, so just Legolas would do fine." Ramin blinked his eyes a couple of times, looking quickly at Rhûgan, who only raised his shoulders for a second. Then the Demon King burst into laughter. "Very well, 'Legolas', that's what we're going to call you." And so they rode on, speaking comradely as they rode for three weeks, finally reaching the capital of the Demons: Kee-ool.
The day after there arrival, Legolas was summoned early: he had to appear before the King. As he entered the throne room of the Demons with it's high ceiling and thick stonewalls and pillars he saw Ramin was already sitting on his throne. Legolas stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading to the High Throne of the Demons. "Hail Lord," he said, "you have called me?" Ramin smiled: this wouldn't be a problem: he had hoped Legolas would understand he was going to be treated like one of their youngsters now. "Yes, I have. I found a company in which I can put you to start your training. Their captain is Rhûgan, and there are still 11 others in it. They'll start practicing in about 15 minutes, so I'm afraid you're going to have to pass breakfast." He gestured to a Demon at his side "Bring him to his company." Both the Demon and Legolas bowed and then left the room.
His guide took Legolas to the exercising terrain. On their way they passed several other groups who were already busy. Swords flashed as students fought each other, trying to find openings in the defence of their sparring partners. Legolas felt a shudder going through his body while he wondered if his own rank body could ever be strong enough to fight against the stronger built Demons. Suddenly the Demon stopped and pointed towards a group nearby. "There they are, sir." He gave him a quick smile and just a hint of a bow. "Good luck, my prince." he whispered. Legolas smiled back but before he could say something the Demon strode off. Softly shaking his head, he joined the other Demons in his group. Some off them looked oddly at him and snickered, others looked at him with amusement.
"Good morning!" At that sound everybody jumped and turned towards the heavy voice. Before them stood Rhûgan, fully armoured and with two long, heavy swords at his side. "So, twelve people, we're complete. Now before we do anything, I'm going to give my speech. I advice you to listen to it carefully, cause I'm not going to repeat it." Legolas bit back a smile at those words: Rhûgan certainly knew how to get attention! "On this moment you are all pretty useless, you know little to nothing about the art of fighting. It is my task to learn you how to fight, defend yourselves and your companions, plan an assault or defence and many other things. This will be a pure physical teaching and I do not want any off you who would know sorcery to use it." Rhûgan paused, looking around to see if he still had everyone's attention. "After your training is completed, you will be free to wear a Demon armour: a thing only made for those who have proven worthy of it. Some off you will most likely not pass, but I wish each and every one off you the best of luck. Now, I have here a list of names, please give a yelp if you hear yours." Rhûgan took a list out off his armour and unrolled it. "Daggor." "Yes,sir!" the reply came from the Demon at Legolas' right: a lean but tall black-haired boy who would be about his age. "Nîhun." "Yes." An enthusiastic shout from the other side of the group. "Thanin." "Present." A young woman standing next to Daggor, her black hair in a long piggy tail. Several other names were called, their owners replying swiftly, most of them excited. The only one now left was Legolas who felt very uncomfortable under the stares of his fellow apprentices.
"Legolas." The young prince straightened his shoulders and stood up. "Present, sir." he replied. Rhûgan looked at him quickly and nodded. "Well, if everybody would seek a partner, we'll begin with the basics." Most of the Demons were quick to choose everybody but Legolas, who felt completely stupid. Making up his mind to do the best he could to please his mother and Rhûgan, Legolas gave a friendly smile to Daggor, who was the only one without a partner. Rhûgan passed between them, handing out wooden training swords. "These will only be your weapon for a week, then you get metal ones," he commented, "but these won't harm you if a stroke goes wrong and you get used to holding weight for a couple of hours." He then began to show them how to hold the sword, to balance its weight and to do some basic steps of attack and defence. "Ok, your turn." he said to them "practice what I just showed you. Take turns attacking and defending, I'll be walking from group to group to correct if necessary."
"I'll attack first," Daggor said with a grin, "just parry, all right?" Legolas nodded, getting into the defensive stance Rhûgan had shown. Daggor, still grinning, swayed at him with the wood, but was so enthusiastic that he overbalanced. Legolas grinned, seeing his chance. He took a quick step back and parried. Rhûgan came at their side, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Patience, Daggor, patience. Your father is a great fighter and we expect much off you, but not from the first lesson." he gave a quick smile "Take your time, learn the balance of your blade. You'll learn, carry on now." And with that he was gone, turning towards another pair. Daggor sighed. Legolas looked at him with a wry smile. "That's one hell of an expectation to live up to, if you don't mind me saying." Daggor grimaced. "Yeah," he said, "but I'll learn: I can't fail my father!" He motioned for Legolas to attack him and so he did, but his blow was almost parried as easily as his partner's.
They went on like this for hours, until Rhûgan was kind of satisfied with their moves. Legolas saw that there was already some class forming in the group. There were two people who could already fight a little, a boy called Khînu and the girl with the piggy tail: Thanin. Then there were the others who were middle-classed, Legolas amongst them. Lastly there was the unlucky kid that was in every class and seemed to do everything wrong no matter how hard he tried. In this case it was the boy with the enthusiastic voice Legolas couldn't see at the name-calling: Nîhun. He had a sheepish grin, and blurred, short hair that was browner than the normal black of the Demons.
They had a quick break, sitting on the ground, breathing heavily as Rhûgan went to get their meals. "Only this first time," the captain had said, "next time you'll all go to the mess like the rest." So they sat in the warm sun, wiping the sweat of their faces and catching their breath for a few minutes. "He look," a teasing voice came from behind Legolas, "the Elven's tired already." Turning around, he looked for the origin of the voice. Many off the Demon's were grinning, but his plaguer spoke again. "You must be the son of some rich idiot who thinks his money can get his son through a Demon training." "What makes you think that, Khînu?" he asked neutrally. "Cause no normal Elf would send his son here, knowing he wouldn't be able to complete the training. Give it up, Legolas, you'll only hold the rest of us back." Behind them Rhûgan had come back, but he remained in the shadows, listening to the conversation. He had known there would be trouble in the group because of Legolas. And Legolas would have a hard time, not being able to explain why he was there. It was decided that the identity of the prince would be kept secret. The fact that some of the other races indeed sent their children to be trained by the Demons would have to be a good enough cover for him.
Legolas narrowed his eyes for a second, then spoke "Just do your best Khînu, then I'll do mine." Khînu laughed shortly "Within two weeks I'll see you beg to go back home, Elf." Rhûgan decided to break it up before it got out of hand. There was no reason to believe he would do such a thing but Legolas could use his magic and kill Khînu in a matter of seconds and Rhûgan saw no use in a confrontation between them now. But maybe this was a good thing: as he came from behind the stone with the food, he saw Legolas narrow his eyes. The last time he had seen that look, it was when the prince had nearly broken all his ribs when he couldn't find the right counterspell for a curse and had been seriously injured. He swore to learn them all and within two weeks he had indeed mastered most of them. That same determination to continue was in his eyes now. Legolas wouldn't quit until he could defeat Khînu.
The rest of the day, they discussed tactics in the shadow of a large three that stood on the exercise-field. Rhûgan drew the positions the different parties would take in the dust asking what the group thought could be improved about them. There were many suggestions, but some small thing was always overseen. The last hour they trained with the swords again, but were too tired to really try. "Enough for today," Rhûgan said when the sun had already gone under, "You'll have about half an hour to clean yourselves up and assemble in the mess. Your sleeping hall is the furthest on the right of the barracks. Come on now, drag yourselves up and give me those swords."
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