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Please, please review. Since I get 10 reviews, I will be continuing this along with Lucien. I finished Shadow already and that whole thing is at my beta =)
... = thoughts or instructions to readers =)
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Chapter 3:
Legolas was completely out of breath when he returned to his office. In his shock, he ran all the way back from the banquet hall immediately after his conversation with Thranduil. Though Elves do not tire as easily as humans, sprinting top speed down 2000 meters of winding corridors and stairs was enough to make any creature on Middle Earth breathless. The usually composed prince proceeded to slam the door shut and let out a cry of excitement.
Finally, my chance to get out into the world and do something besides talking.. I must get ready.
The golden Elf looked around him and was surprised to find himself in his office. All the things he needed to pack for this journey was in his room, not there. But in his excitement, the prince had ran to the place that he spent the most time in by instinct, which happened to be his library. After all, he was always there, except for baths and when nature calls. In fact, Legolas was having trouble remembering when was the last time he actually slept in his bed, instead of hunched over his massive desk.
The youngest prince of Mirkwood was about to return to his chambers to gather his belongings when Luinil and Ramiren rushed in, both looking concerned and sympathetic.
"Don't worry, little brother. I will talk with Father and have this thing all straightened out," reassured Ramiren.
Legolas looked at his brother, deep blue eyes wide with hurt and said, "You don't think I can do it?"
"Legolas, you are the greatest diplomatic in Mirkwood..."said Ramiren.
"I am the ONLY diplomat in Mirkwood, everyone else are warriors or healers," interrupted the golden Elf.
Before his brother could recover from the interruption, Legolas continued. He said looking at Luinil, "Remember that time you wanted to date that Man from Rohan and thought you couldn't learn Westron fast enough, who quizzed you on your verbs?"
Luinil replied quietly, "Mr. Greenleaf."
Turning to his brother, Legolas continued, "And remember that time when you wanted to learn how to play a harp to impress Rhianna, who taught you how to work the chords?"
Ramiren grudgingly replied, "You."
"See, this is my chance. I need to do this, not just for Mirkwood but for myself. Please." Legolas pleaded.
Ramiren hated to do this to his little brother, but the young Elf had left him no choice. "Legolas, do you remember warrior training?"
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FLASHBACK:
A short, chubby adorable golden-haired cherub stood in front of his class of tall, slim dark-haired elves in the dining hall. They were all laughing at him and chanting, "Legless Legolas" repeatedly.
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"Do you remember what they called you?" prompted his brother.
"Legless Legolas," whispered the golden prince, still trapped in his horrible memories.
"Legolas, are you okay? You look nauseous," asked Luinil with concern.
"Nauseated, I look nauseated," replied the Elf in question before rushing to the nearest bathroom.
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Legolas was a very late bloomer among the elves. When he was of age to join warrior training, which was about 150, he still have not developed the tall, slim physique of the Elves. He was still the height of a child and carried with him all his baby fat. Because of his plump round form, the other novices started calling him by his nickname as his legs were really quite short, compared to other Elves his age. To make matters worse, he was born with a set of buck baby teeth. Good thing that Elves too go through two sets of teeth in their immortal lives. Must banish mental picture of buck-toothed Legolas from mind.. shudders...
Because of his natural disadvantage, Legolas was unable to have good performances in any of his combat classes. It was easy to see why he did not fare well against opponents twice his height and as many times as agile in close range combat. As for archery, he would have excelled at it trust the authoress' word on this for now....Legolas IS a natural shot , except for the fact that the bows they used for lessons were too big and the pull too heavy for the shorter Elf. Instead of designing special lessons for the young prince, the instructors simply gave up on him, believing that no matter what they do Legolas would never become a warrior.
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When the youngest prince of Mirkwood finally calmed down, he found himself seated on the floor alone in the bathroom. He knew this would be his only chance to show his worth; yet when he remembered warrior training, his efforts to try to fit in and how the others just tortured him, he could not stop shuddering. The memory was so painful to him that he had buried it so deep inside his mind that he had forgotten it until Ramiren reminded him. With the vast amount of knowledge that was in Legolas' head, it was not difficult to conceal that particularly embarrassing stage of his life.
Maybe this is a chance to redeem myself. I mean I have never lifted a bow or a knife.... except when I am eating or carving or fixing.... never mind.. that's not the point. Legolas, focus!! I am not a short chubby Elf- child anymore. I have yet to try my hand at warrior training since that first horrible experience. Maybe I would actually not be as terrible at it this time around. I will go to Rivendell and show all of them that I can become a fighter too as long as I put my mind to it.
After shouting out "I am not Legless Legolas anymore" multiple times, the Golden Elf returned resolutely to his chambers and prepared for departure. He would enlist in the joint army at first light tomorrow.
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Sorry, chapter kind of short, this story is harder to write than my more serious ones since I just have random scenes in my head instead of an entire coherent story line.
Thanks Nina for pointing out that Thranduil is blond since he is Sindarin and Legolas' father. Genetically speaking, a dark haired parent could not have a blond child. But anyway, one of the running jokes of Chapter 2 was the "tall, dark, handsome" archetype of masculine beauty, I made Thranduil dark-haired.. sorry =)
Please, please review. Since I get 10 reviews, I will be continuing this along with Lucien. I finished Shadow already and that whole thing is at my beta =)
... = thoughts or instructions to readers =)
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Chapter 3:
Legolas was completely out of breath when he returned to his office. In his shock, he ran all the way back from the banquet hall immediately after his conversation with Thranduil. Though Elves do not tire as easily as humans, sprinting top speed down 2000 meters of winding corridors and stairs was enough to make any creature on Middle Earth breathless. The usually composed prince proceeded to slam the door shut and let out a cry of excitement.
Finally, my chance to get out into the world and do something besides talking.. I must get ready.
The golden Elf looked around him and was surprised to find himself in his office. All the things he needed to pack for this journey was in his room, not there. But in his excitement, the prince had ran to the place that he spent the most time in by instinct, which happened to be his library. After all, he was always there, except for baths and when nature calls. In fact, Legolas was having trouble remembering when was the last time he actually slept in his bed, instead of hunched over his massive desk.
The youngest prince of Mirkwood was about to return to his chambers to gather his belongings when Luinil and Ramiren rushed in, both looking concerned and sympathetic.
"Don't worry, little brother. I will talk with Father and have this thing all straightened out," reassured Ramiren.
Legolas looked at his brother, deep blue eyes wide with hurt and said, "You don't think I can do it?"
"Legolas, you are the greatest diplomatic in Mirkwood..."said Ramiren.
"I am the ONLY diplomat in Mirkwood, everyone else are warriors or healers," interrupted the golden Elf.
Before his brother could recover from the interruption, Legolas continued. He said looking at Luinil, "Remember that time you wanted to date that Man from Rohan and thought you couldn't learn Westron fast enough, who quizzed you on your verbs?"
Luinil replied quietly, "Mr. Greenleaf."
Turning to his brother, Legolas continued, "And remember that time when you wanted to learn how to play a harp to impress Rhianna, who taught you how to work the chords?"
Ramiren grudgingly replied, "You."
"See, this is my chance. I need to do this, not just for Mirkwood but for myself. Please." Legolas pleaded.
Ramiren hated to do this to his little brother, but the young Elf had left him no choice. "Legolas, do you remember warrior training?"
________________________________________________________________________
FLASHBACK:
A short, chubby adorable golden-haired cherub stood in front of his class of tall, slim dark-haired elves in the dining hall. They were all laughing at him and chanting, "Legless Legolas" repeatedly.
________________________________________________________________________
"Do you remember what they called you?" prompted his brother.
"Legless Legolas," whispered the golden prince, still trapped in his horrible memories.
"Legolas, are you okay? You look nauseous," asked Luinil with concern.
"Nauseated, I look nauseated," replied the Elf in question before rushing to the nearest bathroom.
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Legolas was a very late bloomer among the elves. When he was of age to join warrior training, which was about 150, he still have not developed the tall, slim physique of the Elves. He was still the height of a child and carried with him all his baby fat. Because of his plump round form, the other novices started calling him by his nickname as his legs were really quite short, compared to other Elves his age. To make matters worse, he was born with a set of buck baby teeth. Good thing that Elves too go through two sets of teeth in their immortal lives. Must banish mental picture of buck-toothed Legolas from mind.. shudders...
Because of his natural disadvantage, Legolas was unable to have good performances in any of his combat classes. It was easy to see why he did not fare well against opponents twice his height and as many times as agile in close range combat. As for archery, he would have excelled at it trust the authoress' word on this for now....Legolas IS a natural shot , except for the fact that the bows they used for lessons were too big and the pull too heavy for the shorter Elf. Instead of designing special lessons for the young prince, the instructors simply gave up on him, believing that no matter what they do Legolas would never become a warrior.
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When the youngest prince of Mirkwood finally calmed down, he found himself seated on the floor alone in the bathroom. He knew this would be his only chance to show his worth; yet when he remembered warrior training, his efforts to try to fit in and how the others just tortured him, he could not stop shuddering. The memory was so painful to him that he had buried it so deep inside his mind that he had forgotten it until Ramiren reminded him. With the vast amount of knowledge that was in Legolas' head, it was not difficult to conceal that particularly embarrassing stage of his life.
Maybe this is a chance to redeem myself. I mean I have never lifted a bow or a knife.... except when I am eating or carving or fixing.... never mind.. that's not the point. Legolas, focus!! I am not a short chubby Elf- child anymore. I have yet to try my hand at warrior training since that first horrible experience. Maybe I would actually not be as terrible at it this time around. I will go to Rivendell and show all of them that I can become a fighter too as long as I put my mind to it.
After shouting out "I am not Legless Legolas anymore" multiple times, the Golden Elf returned resolutely to his chambers and prepared for departure. He would enlist in the joint army at first light tomorrow.
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Sorry, chapter kind of short, this story is harder to write than my more serious ones since I just have random scenes in my head instead of an entire coherent story line.
Thanks Nina for pointing out that Thranduil is blond since he is Sindarin and Legolas' father. Genetically speaking, a dark haired parent could not have a blond child. But anyway, one of the running jokes of Chapter 2 was the "tall, dark, handsome" archetype of masculine beauty, I made Thranduil dark-haired.. sorry =)