Ouch! Sorry for taking so long. Lack of creativity, so....please be kind...
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
ThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyou for reviewing. This means so much to me. It's my first fic.
To Imbefaniel: Humorous? Umm, I'll work harder to make it a bit serious. Leggy's an only child? Aw, that'll be hard to write. Am I permitted to make up things?
Chapter II
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They strode to the throne room. The door was wide open, revealing an empty space. Silence filled the air. So, ...Thranduil was not there. That meant he would be in his private chamber. Sulking, probably. 'Unbecoming of an Elf-king', thought Organa. She slightly gazed at the prince, amazed by his strong resemblance to Thranduil. Then again, they were related. But, the similarities did not include sense of humor. Although, royalties were usually lack of it.
Through the corridor, they walked. Unlike what appeared to one's eyes, to one's heart it was dark and the air was heavy. "I never like this place. It's getting darker and darker ever since..." Legolas' words stopped as if realizing something.
"Ever since ...what?" The lady could not hold back her curiosity.
"Nothing. I was merely thinking." With a smile, Legolas tried to convince her that it was no problem at all.
"If it's nothing, then there is no reason for you not to tell me."
The prince stopped and turned to her. "Do you really want to know?" Organa nodded her head eagerly. Letting out a weary sigh, he closed his eyes. "This place was getting darker since ...my mother died. Centuries ago. It was a long time, yet her memories lived, still. And it saddened me every time I was here." Dark eyelashes fluttered to fight back tears. He should not cry in front of someone he barely knew.
"Oh, dear! I am sorry. I should not have asked. Please, forgive me for any harm I have caused."
"Nay, ...no need to apologize. You have done no wrong." His lips curved a smile, but it never reached his eyes.
"But, I...." Seeing Legolas' intense stare, she stopped talking and kept herself quiet.
They stared at each other for a while. The silence grew thick. Then came a snort, followed by a chuckle, and ended with another maniacal period. It seemed like the prince could hardly keep his emotion stable. A minute ago he was depressed, and later he was at the edge of sanity, leaving Organa gaped in confusion.
"Prince legolas? Are you alright?"
"I am fine. *chuckle* It...it's just...." Leaning to the wall, he calmed his breathing. He smiled and sighed, "You should see your face...," followed by a soft chuckle.
She threw her hands up in defeat. "I give up. I do not know what to do with you or your father. It seems to me that none of you can act normally." She walked pass the prince. "Let us continue looking for Lord Thranduil. ...Shall we?"
At the end of the corridor, there was a beautifully carved wooden-door. The door was closed. When they were at the door, Legolas raised his hand to knock, only to be stopped someone.
"Ada has just left."
Legolas turned to that direction. His eyes grew wide when he saw the owner of the voice. "Meneluin? Is that really you?"
"Yes, tithen gwanur. It is I." The elf called Meneluin pulled him into a tight embrace. "I am glad to have you home, safe and sound."
"I, too, am glad to see you. Where have you been? You were not here when I arrived. Where is Caranor?" The little prince truly missed his brothers.
"The orcs kept us busy at the borders for months, but we managed to drive them away. Caranor is still there. I have just came back to report about ...some things. However, the report seemed to upset Ada. He went straight to the site." He shool his head wearily.
"What is it?" Concern painted in Legolas' eyes, while staring at the brown-haired elf. "What is it that make Ada so upset?"
Meneluin hesitated for a moment. "Fire, Legolas. Those foul beings set the fire on and created some damages. A part of Mirkwood was burnt to ashes."
"No, this cannot happen. Not to my home." He grabbed his older brother's arms. "Can you take me there?" The other elf remained silent. "Meneluin, please! I want to help."
"Fine, then. I shall take you to the site. But you have to promise not to get into trouble."
"YES! Of course, I give you my word." Almost too eagerly.
"Can I come, too?" Organa, feeling a bit left behind, asked for permission to join them. She desperately needed to see Thranduil.
"Who are you?" Not recognizing the woman, Meneluin stared suspiciously at her.
"Aye, you can come along, Lady Organa." Legolas' answer made the older elf frown. "She is with Ada." Seeing his brother jaw-dropped in dismay, Legolas made a rather quick statement. "I'll explain later."
TBC
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Sorry for such a short chapter! Next will be longer. I promise. And I'll add some action in it. SPOILER: Organa revealed her true identity.
Yup, Leggy's an only son and I made up his brothers. But don't worry! He's gonna be an only son, later.
Think I'm gonna twist the story a bit.
Please, review+flame+critic+idea, anything! Pleeeeeeeaaasse...
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
ThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyou for reviewing. This means so much to me. It's my first fic.
To Imbefaniel: Humorous? Umm, I'll work harder to make it a bit serious. Leggy's an only child? Aw, that'll be hard to write. Am I permitted to make up things?
Chapter II
==========
They strode to the throne room. The door was wide open, revealing an empty space. Silence filled the air. So, ...Thranduil was not there. That meant he would be in his private chamber. Sulking, probably. 'Unbecoming of an Elf-king', thought Organa. She slightly gazed at the prince, amazed by his strong resemblance to Thranduil. Then again, they were related. But, the similarities did not include sense of humor. Although, royalties were usually lack of it.
Through the corridor, they walked. Unlike what appeared to one's eyes, to one's heart it was dark and the air was heavy. "I never like this place. It's getting darker and darker ever since..." Legolas' words stopped as if realizing something.
"Ever since ...what?" The lady could not hold back her curiosity.
"Nothing. I was merely thinking." With a smile, Legolas tried to convince her that it was no problem at all.
"If it's nothing, then there is no reason for you not to tell me."
The prince stopped and turned to her. "Do you really want to know?" Organa nodded her head eagerly. Letting out a weary sigh, he closed his eyes. "This place was getting darker since ...my mother died. Centuries ago. It was a long time, yet her memories lived, still. And it saddened me every time I was here." Dark eyelashes fluttered to fight back tears. He should not cry in front of someone he barely knew.
"Oh, dear! I am sorry. I should not have asked. Please, forgive me for any harm I have caused."
"Nay, ...no need to apologize. You have done no wrong." His lips curved a smile, but it never reached his eyes.
"But, I...." Seeing Legolas' intense stare, she stopped talking and kept herself quiet.
They stared at each other for a while. The silence grew thick. Then came a snort, followed by a chuckle, and ended with another maniacal period. It seemed like the prince could hardly keep his emotion stable. A minute ago he was depressed, and later he was at the edge of sanity, leaving Organa gaped in confusion.
"Prince legolas? Are you alright?"
"I am fine. *chuckle* It...it's just...." Leaning to the wall, he calmed his breathing. He smiled and sighed, "You should see your face...," followed by a soft chuckle.
She threw her hands up in defeat. "I give up. I do not know what to do with you or your father. It seems to me that none of you can act normally." She walked pass the prince. "Let us continue looking for Lord Thranduil. ...Shall we?"
At the end of the corridor, there was a beautifully carved wooden-door. The door was closed. When they were at the door, Legolas raised his hand to knock, only to be stopped someone.
"Ada has just left."
Legolas turned to that direction. His eyes grew wide when he saw the owner of the voice. "Meneluin? Is that really you?"
"Yes, tithen gwanur. It is I." The elf called Meneluin pulled him into a tight embrace. "I am glad to have you home, safe and sound."
"I, too, am glad to see you. Where have you been? You were not here when I arrived. Where is Caranor?" The little prince truly missed his brothers.
"The orcs kept us busy at the borders for months, but we managed to drive them away. Caranor is still there. I have just came back to report about ...some things. However, the report seemed to upset Ada. He went straight to the site." He shool his head wearily.
"What is it?" Concern painted in Legolas' eyes, while staring at the brown-haired elf. "What is it that make Ada so upset?"
Meneluin hesitated for a moment. "Fire, Legolas. Those foul beings set the fire on and created some damages. A part of Mirkwood was burnt to ashes."
"No, this cannot happen. Not to my home." He grabbed his older brother's arms. "Can you take me there?" The other elf remained silent. "Meneluin, please! I want to help."
"Fine, then. I shall take you to the site. But you have to promise not to get into trouble."
"YES! Of course, I give you my word." Almost too eagerly.
"Can I come, too?" Organa, feeling a bit left behind, asked for permission to join them. She desperately needed to see Thranduil.
"Who are you?" Not recognizing the woman, Meneluin stared suspiciously at her.
"Aye, you can come along, Lady Organa." Legolas' answer made the older elf frown. "She is with Ada." Seeing his brother jaw-dropped in dismay, Legolas made a rather quick statement. "I'll explain later."
TBC
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Sorry for such a short chapter! Next will be longer. I promise. And I'll add some action in it. SPOILER: Organa revealed her true identity.
Yup, Leggy's an only son and I made up his brothers. But don't worry! He's gonna be an only son, later.
Think I'm gonna twist the story a bit.
Please, review+flame+critic+idea, anything! Pleeeeeeeaaasse...