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My Way Home
This is it. It could have been worse. I could have come home in a coffin and in tiny bits and pieces. But somehow I get the feeling that this will shame me more then defeat in battle. Coming back to my place of origin, my home, Mirkwood, with a dwarf behind me on my horse… the results would be catastrophic. My father, how will he react? Would he disown me? Would he turn away? Has he already heard of my dealings with Dwarves, and this Dwarf, Gimli, Son of Gloín? These questions may or may not be answered, depending on what kind of courage I can find in my heart. I have delved deep during the War of the Ring and during the Fellowship to find my courage, find my feet. I believe that some are born with courage and the others have to work for it. Aragorn; there was a man of relentless courage and determination; he survived through the toughest of times. Some how, I don't believe that an Elf is born with courage and bravery, although I do need it now. What would my father think of me?
" Legolas," came a gruff voice from behind. I jumped off the Rohan horse and walked over to the gates of Mirkwood, my city. " Are you just going to stand there or are you going to go hither into your home." I could have told him what I felt. I could have said what I wanted to say, about the shame of my friendship with him and the courage I felt lacked with in my self. Although I did not I merely turned to him and gave a weak smile.
" Neither. I don't think that I will be returning home this age, Master Dwarf. I think that I will wait and see what happens. Mirkwood does not need their Prince; they do not even need their king anymore. They have passed over; there is nothing for them anymore. I will see them when there is nothing left for me here."
So all there could be seen was a short figure riding on a horse with a tall and slender Elf walking along side. I don't know if the people need their prince and I wont for a very long time. It seems sad at times what is happening to my people, my race. We are passing over and when I am the last one left, I will join them; I will take the boat to Valinor with my dear friend, the Dwarf.
My Way Home
This is it. It could have been worse. I could have come home in a coffin and in tiny bits and pieces. But somehow I get the feeling that this will shame me more then defeat in battle. Coming back to my place of origin, my home, Mirkwood, with a dwarf behind me on my horse… the results would be catastrophic. My father, how will he react? Would he disown me? Would he turn away? Has he already heard of my dealings with Dwarves, and this Dwarf, Gimli, Son of Gloín? These questions may or may not be answered, depending on what kind of courage I can find in my heart. I have delved deep during the War of the Ring and during the Fellowship to find my courage, find my feet. I believe that some are born with courage and the others have to work for it. Aragorn; there was a man of relentless courage and determination; he survived through the toughest of times. Some how, I don't believe that an Elf is born with courage and bravery, although I do need it now. What would my father think of me?
" Legolas," came a gruff voice from behind. I jumped off the Rohan horse and walked over to the gates of Mirkwood, my city. " Are you just going to stand there or are you going to go hither into your home." I could have told him what I felt. I could have said what I wanted to say, about the shame of my friendship with him and the courage I felt lacked with in my self. Although I did not I merely turned to him and gave a weak smile.
" Neither. I don't think that I will be returning home this age, Master Dwarf. I think that I will wait and see what happens. Mirkwood does not need their Prince; they do not even need their king anymore. They have passed over; there is nothing for them anymore. I will see them when there is nothing left for me here."
So all there could be seen was a short figure riding on a horse with a tall and slender Elf walking along side. I don't know if the people need their prince and I wont for a very long time. It seems sad at times what is happening to my people, my race. We are passing over and when I am the last one left, I will join them; I will take the boat to Valinor with my dear friend, the Dwarf.