Chapter 2: A Bothered Elf
"What is the matter my son?" asked King Thranduil, Legolas' father, who has been watching him walking uneasily from one place to another, stomping his foot, and in deep thoughts.
"Nothing Father..." Legolas shortly snapping out back to reality and then was lost in his deep thoughts again.
"Oh, Legolas...my son, my son. Did you really think that you could hide from me?" King Thranduil patted his son on the back and led him to the balcony where they can view the whole kingdom of Mirkwood.
"Such beauty, eh Legolas?"
"Yes Father. Nothing to ask of more" he smiled weakly. Although he really meant it, he just cannot stop thinking of the "cry" ever since yesterday and when he woke up early this morning. It is consuming him and obviously, he is not liking even a single drop of it.
"Want to rule it someday?" Asked the King trying to at lease ease his bothered son on whatever he is troubled about.
However, its effect was the opposite. It freaks him out every time his father talks about this matter. Legolas is still afraid of responsibility. He is still afraid to make decisions. He is considering having someone beside him first to guide him all the way. A SPECIAL someone of course. A "Queen of Mirkwood" to be precise. Nevertheless, he still has not found her yet! Oh by the love of the Lord of the Rings! Now he feels soooo pressured than before. Just the thought of not finding the one meant for you, ah! He does not know if he can ever do it!
Legolas groaned and closed his eyes for a while. All these thoughts make him want to scream aloud! That is it! He cannot take it anymore. He needs to chill and get away from it all!
"I am going out father," Legolas said turning his back trying to quickly get away from the pressure he was feeling at that moment.
"To where my son?" the King asked
Legolas rolled his eyes and wished that his father could be more sensitive and just stop asking questions.
"Uh... just there father." Facing him again. "Practice. You know, 2 days more to go before the big event. I do not want to waste any time. You wou--..."
"Exactly where Legolas?" not letting him finish.
Now he feels his temper rising and his face getting red ready to lose it anytime.
" Forest father." Clenching his fists at his side and holding his breath.
"Ah I see... well then you be careful my son and be back before sunset. I shall send someone at the forest later to escort you back here just in case, so that you would not be late. Shalwel and her mother will be joining us for supper later. I shall order our servants to prepare a banquet for us. Farewell then my dear son."
Legolas nodded and hurried back in his room. He shut the door and threw his body on the bed. He pulled a pillow and covered his face.
"AARRRGGGHHHHH!!!" he shouted releasing all his tension. He shouted at the top of his lungs and realized about a minute that this is not actually helping. So there is only one thing for him to do.
He quickly snatched his bow, quiver and arrows from its sanctuary where it is being kept safe by the very best archer in Mirkwood. He ran through his window, jumped from an old tree and hurriedly dashed to the forest where he found his own sanctuary.
He then began shooting whatever is in sight. He was like a raging wave from a troubled sea. However, nothing could stop him. Birds flew here and there! He was hitting every trunk of tree he is passing by.
Then suddenly he stopped when he saw a feather and had blood stained in it.
"Heavens!" he said loudly. Maybe he hit some bird. Now this is what he does not want to see. A raging She-Elf in a white gown looking possessed and growling at him. Lady Galadriel would obviously NOT be happy when she hears about this.
But wait!
It is a trail of feathers.
--Of doves?
No. This one is different. Legolas have not seen any of this before.
--What could he have hit?
...WHOM could he have hit?
As he followed the trail, a bucket of cold water is like being poured on his back sending chills that made this Elf stop and tremble for a while. After he regained himself, he continued following the path and it lead to an old tree.
Taking a few steps more, he was stunned when he saw something that he knew only existed in his mother's bedtime tales...
*Ahoy ye! Mateys! Fellow Elves! 'sup y'all? 2 chapters are done and I've been wanting to hear from you guys. I'm a little confused on which next story to write here. Jeez. So how about some reviews to keep me going ya? *wink wink* So I hope y'all are liking this so far. Oki doki! Time to post your thingy! Blessed Be! Merry Part for now! ;Þ
"What is the matter my son?" asked King Thranduil, Legolas' father, who has been watching him walking uneasily from one place to another, stomping his foot, and in deep thoughts.
"Nothing Father..." Legolas shortly snapping out back to reality and then was lost in his deep thoughts again.
"Oh, Legolas...my son, my son. Did you really think that you could hide from me?" King Thranduil patted his son on the back and led him to the balcony where they can view the whole kingdom of Mirkwood.
"Such beauty, eh Legolas?"
"Yes Father. Nothing to ask of more" he smiled weakly. Although he really meant it, he just cannot stop thinking of the "cry" ever since yesterday and when he woke up early this morning. It is consuming him and obviously, he is not liking even a single drop of it.
"Want to rule it someday?" Asked the King trying to at lease ease his bothered son on whatever he is troubled about.
However, its effect was the opposite. It freaks him out every time his father talks about this matter. Legolas is still afraid of responsibility. He is still afraid to make decisions. He is considering having someone beside him first to guide him all the way. A SPECIAL someone of course. A "Queen of Mirkwood" to be precise. Nevertheless, he still has not found her yet! Oh by the love of the Lord of the Rings! Now he feels soooo pressured than before. Just the thought of not finding the one meant for you, ah! He does not know if he can ever do it!
Legolas groaned and closed his eyes for a while. All these thoughts make him want to scream aloud! That is it! He cannot take it anymore. He needs to chill and get away from it all!
"I am going out father," Legolas said turning his back trying to quickly get away from the pressure he was feeling at that moment.
"To where my son?" the King asked
Legolas rolled his eyes and wished that his father could be more sensitive and just stop asking questions.
"Uh... just there father." Facing him again. "Practice. You know, 2 days more to go before the big event. I do not want to waste any time. You wou--..."
"Exactly where Legolas?" not letting him finish.
Now he feels his temper rising and his face getting red ready to lose it anytime.
" Forest father." Clenching his fists at his side and holding his breath.
"Ah I see... well then you be careful my son and be back before sunset. I shall send someone at the forest later to escort you back here just in case, so that you would not be late. Shalwel and her mother will be joining us for supper later. I shall order our servants to prepare a banquet for us. Farewell then my dear son."
Legolas nodded and hurried back in his room. He shut the door and threw his body on the bed. He pulled a pillow and covered his face.
"AARRRGGGHHHHH!!!" he shouted releasing all his tension. He shouted at the top of his lungs and realized about a minute that this is not actually helping. So there is only one thing for him to do.
He quickly snatched his bow, quiver and arrows from its sanctuary where it is being kept safe by the very best archer in Mirkwood. He ran through his window, jumped from an old tree and hurriedly dashed to the forest where he found his own sanctuary.
He then began shooting whatever is in sight. He was like a raging wave from a troubled sea. However, nothing could stop him. Birds flew here and there! He was hitting every trunk of tree he is passing by.
Then suddenly he stopped when he saw a feather and had blood stained in it.
"Heavens!" he said loudly. Maybe he hit some bird. Now this is what he does not want to see. A raging She-Elf in a white gown looking possessed and growling at him. Lady Galadriel would obviously NOT be happy when she hears about this.
But wait!
It is a trail of feathers.
--Of doves?
No. This one is different. Legolas have not seen any of this before.
--What could he have hit?
...WHOM could he have hit?
As he followed the trail, a bucket of cold water is like being poured on his back sending chills that made this Elf stop and tremble for a while. After he regained himself, he continued following the path and it lead to an old tree.
Taking a few steps more, he was stunned when he saw something that he knew only existed in his mother's bedtime tales...
*Ahoy ye! Mateys! Fellow Elves! 'sup y'all? 2 chapters are done and I've been wanting to hear from you guys. I'm a little confused on which next story to write here. Jeez. So how about some reviews to keep me going ya? *wink wink* So I hope y'all are liking this so far. Oki doki! Time to post your thingy! Blessed Be! Merry Part for now! ;Þ