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Eruan woke up with a splitting headache, so severe he didn't even register
that he was now in a luxurious bed. He sat up, rubbing his temples, and
vaguely remembered what had happened. Prince Legolas had tried to behead
him. but what had happened? A sword., it was glowing, and it said
something. Something about, blood not harming blood? Oh boy, he must have
really had a headache if he was imagining things like that.
He looked around, gazing at the richly furnished room. Tapestries,
paintings, and beautiful carpets hung about the walls in the splendor. The
whole room seemed to be covered in different shades of red.
Wondering what was to come next, he swung his legs over the side of the
bed and planted his feet on the floor. He walked across the room, and saw
something move to his right. Spinning around, he found himself come face
to with Prince Legolas! Except, wait, there was something different about
him, something.older. Eruan dodged to his left and saw that the Prince did
the saw. Deciding to make a run for it, he charged right towards Legolas,
only to run into a wall?.
"What in Eru?"
Shocked, he pressed his hand against the hard surface. Legolas did the same. It was solid! He was touching something hard and cold. What was this magic? He waved his hand. So did Legolas. He cocked an eyebrow, and the Prince followed suit. Eruan turned around and saw that everything behind him in the room was being seen in the wall. "It is a water painting!" Eruan exclaimed. "Now it all starts to make sense. this is me! I never knew I looked so much like the Prince." Then Eruan paused and noticed the most extraordinary thing of all.
His eyes were gray.
Meanwhile, King Thranduil was busy pacing his chambers. His son sat on the foot of the bed, holding a cloth over a split lip and watching his father intently.
"Father, if you don't stop pacing around like that we'll need a new rug."
Thranduil took no notice of his son's remarks, but merely furrowed his brow in thought.
"Something must be done." He murmured.
"Something must be done what?" Legolas asked. "Does it have something to do with the prisoner? What is it? And why does he look so much like me?" He paused. "Father?"
King Thranduil suddenly looked up at Legolas, a peculiar gleam in his eyes.
"You!" He said suddenly.
Legolas was taken aback.
"Me?
"Yes! You can get rid of the prisoner. Let's see. it would require." His majesty trailed off, leaving Legolas in confusion and anger.
"What are you talking about? Why do we need to 'get rid of' this prisoner? I already tried to kill him once, in case you don't remember."
Legolas lept off the bed, and made as if to leave. Thranduil grabbed him by the arm, and spun him around, a mad gleam shining through his face.
"NO! You don't UNDERSTAND! We must BE RID OF this etteseldo! He will do nothing but endanger and destroy us all! Tear our beautiful realm apart with hatred and civil war he will! And you, you will do it, you will dispose of this danger."
Legolas leaned in closer. "But how father?"
The king moved towards his son, until they were almost face to face. He pressed a dagger into the prince's hands.
"You will take him outside the borders of Mirkwood. I will send others to assist you, if necessary."
"What in Eru?"
Shocked, he pressed his hand against the hard surface. Legolas did the same. It was solid! He was touching something hard and cold. What was this magic? He waved his hand. So did Legolas. He cocked an eyebrow, and the Prince followed suit. Eruan turned around and saw that everything behind him in the room was being seen in the wall. "It is a water painting!" Eruan exclaimed. "Now it all starts to make sense. this is me! I never knew I looked so much like the Prince." Then Eruan paused and noticed the most extraordinary thing of all.
His eyes were gray.
Meanwhile, King Thranduil was busy pacing his chambers. His son sat on the foot of the bed, holding a cloth over a split lip and watching his father intently.
"Father, if you don't stop pacing around like that we'll need a new rug."
Thranduil took no notice of his son's remarks, but merely furrowed his brow in thought.
"Something must be done." He murmured.
"Something must be done what?" Legolas asked. "Does it have something to do with the prisoner? What is it? And why does he look so much like me?" He paused. "Father?"
King Thranduil suddenly looked up at Legolas, a peculiar gleam in his eyes.
"You!" He said suddenly.
Legolas was taken aback.
"Me?
"Yes! You can get rid of the prisoner. Let's see. it would require." His majesty trailed off, leaving Legolas in confusion and anger.
"What are you talking about? Why do we need to 'get rid of' this prisoner? I already tried to kill him once, in case you don't remember."
Legolas lept off the bed, and made as if to leave. Thranduil grabbed him by the arm, and spun him around, a mad gleam shining through his face.
"NO! You don't UNDERSTAND! We must BE RID OF this etteseldo! He will do nothing but endanger and destroy us all! Tear our beautiful realm apart with hatred and civil war he will! And you, you will do it, you will dispose of this danger."
Legolas leaned in closer. "But how father?"
The king moved towards his son, until they were almost face to face. He pressed a dagger into the prince's hands.
"You will take him outside the borders of Mirkwood. I will send others to assist you, if necessary."
