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the next chapter up. So I hope this
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The
first couple of days after he made the promise had been fine, for he had been
determined to keep it. The young prince
had been extremely attentive and had earned himself much praise from his
instructor for his improvement. The
excitement had quickly worn off, and now he was beginning to regret it. The sun looked so inviting, and the day
seemed so beautiful…the last place the young prince wanted to be was cooped up
in a room and listening to lectures that didn't interest him. Legolas stared at the paper he held, the
words flat and lifeless before him. He gave a quiet moan as he turned toward
the window. He knew that he had promised his mother that he would work harder
at his lessons, but it seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he just
couldn't do it.
He
could see his mother outside, walking along the garden path. Oh how he wished
he could be with her. He glanced up quickly. Ellecora the instructor was still in the adjoining room, busy with
something. Nervously he glanced back out the window, then making up his mind he
closed his book and slid out of the seat, tucking his work under his arm.
"Legolas,
where are you going?" Malelee, another
young Elf who was studying also, questioned as Legolas headed for the
door.
"Out,"
Legolas answered hastily, glancing up worriedly to see if Ellecora had been
aroused by their conversation.
"You
can't leave. If you go I'll tell on you," the other Elfling warned. Legolas
just scrunched his face up and stuck his tongue out at him before exiting the
room. He grimaced as he heard Malelee calling Ellecora. He kept a hurried pace;
it wasn't the first time he had left class during session, but this had been
the first time since his promise, and that made it worse. However, the idea of being with his mother
gladdened him, and for a brief moment thoughts of punishment evaded the young
prince's mind.
Opening
the door he slipped out into the warm summer air, hurrying along the garden
path. He stopped, looking around, his forehead crinkling in confusion. He had
just seen his mother a moment ago…where was she?
"Legolas?
What are you doing out here?"
The
young Elfling jumped at the sound of his mother's voice. He turned around
smiling, but it quickly vanished when he saw the look on her face.
"Legolas,
I asked you a question," she reminded him sternly.
Legolas
cast his eyes downward, trying to think of something quick. He couldn't tell
her that he had left class, for that would make her so disappointed, and he
hated upsetting his mother. It might
jeopardize his archery lessons too, and he was really improving. He had come so
close to hitting the target yesterday.
"Umm…we
were learning about the gardens…and Ellecora said to come outside to study," he
fibbed, looking up at his mother with hopeful eyes. Feaear knew her son too well, and she wasn't about to fall for
that kind of response.
"Wrong,"
she answered him, "Try again Legolas."
Legolas
frowned, "Well…"
"Lying
will only get you into more trouble my son," she warned him.
"I
left," he whispered quietly, and had Feaear not possessed the hearing of the
elves, she would have missed his answer.
Feaear
let out a sigh, kneeling down so that she was eye level with her son. "Why
Legolas? I thought we had a deal."
"I know," he responded mournfully, thinking
now that surely his archery lessons were doomed. "But I don't like my lessons," he whined.
"I
don't expect you to like them my son. You will have to do many things in life that you don't like, but they
are important, and both your father and I expect you to do them."
Legolas
nodded guiltily, for he knew his mother was right.
"Well,
let's go then," she informed quietly, slipping her hand into his.
"Where
are we going mother?" he wondered, glancing up at her for an answer.
"Back
to your lessons," came the ready answer.
Legolas
stopped in dread, tugging on her arm. "Oh please atara! I don't want to go back. Don't make me go back, I'll get in
trouble," he was whining now, obviously distressed.
Feaear
stopped, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"Please
atara. Don't make me go back. I wish to
be with you," he implored, his eyes large.
Feaear
shook her head, knowing that she could not. She frowned inwardly. She had a
soft heart she knew, and she had the ever so slight feeling that one day it
would work against her. She sighed. "All right Elleeramin, what do you think we should do then?"
Legolas
looked at her with questioning eyes, "What do you mean mother?"
She
gave him a gentle smile, "Well, you did break our promise, so what do you think
should happen?"
Legolas
glanced downward, kicking the ground with the toe of his shoe. This was new to
him. Never before had his mother let him decide a punishment. He thought deeply
for a moment, which for his age was a rather extraordinary sight. He looked up
to where his mother was watching him.
"I
guess I need to practice my lessons really hard," he finally admitted, keeping
his eyes pinned upon the ground.
"And
when do you propose to do that?" she questioned him.
"Tomorrow?"
he asked, but she shook her head.
"Tonight?"
Feaear
nodded. "Instead of your archery lessons."
Legolas
gave a heavy sigh. "Okay mother, if I have to."
She
smiled, kneeling down in front of him as she gathered him into a hug. "Thank
you Legolas. In making that decision
you acted far above age and I'm proud."
Legolas
smiled, his face hidden in her long golden-brown hair. It was worth it, even if
he had to miss an archery lesson. He had made her proud, and that alone was
enough to brighten even the darkest of nights.
~*~*~
"Well…if
it isn't the little prince."
Legolas
gripped his bow tightly in his hands as the others approached.
"Let's
see what you have there," the leader of the group, Tel'raa, taunted. Legolas
had never liked Tel'raa. The larger
Elfling was intimidating to him, and for one reason or another he enjoyed
picking on younger Elves.
"Nothing
that concerns you," Legolas answered, keeping his voice steady.
Tel'raa
was near a decade older than he was, and Legolas always tried to avoid him at
all costs. Nothing good ever came after an encounter with him. He had been to
see his friends, and it turned out that Tel'raa had already been there
"I
don't know about that Elleeramin," he sneered, stressing the last word.
"Don't
call me that," Legolas told him fiercely.
"Why
not? That's what your mummy calls you," Tel'raa laughed. The others behind him
snickered. //Some friends// Legolas thought dully.
"Let
me see that pathetic thing you call a bow," he sneered, extending his arm
towards the weapon.
Legolas
pulled back until he was just out of his reach. "Leave me alone," he cried,
starting to regret ever coming here.
Tel'raa
growled. "Give me some help here," he called back at the others. They quickly
came to his aid, surrounding Legolas as the young Elfling tried to get away.
The five of them grabbed a hold of his arms and legs, pinning him against the
tree as Tel'raa snatched the bow from his clutches.
"Give
it back!" Legolas cried, practically near tears. The one thing that was keeping
them in was the thought that the last thing he wanted to do in front of his
supposed friends was to cry and show them weakness. "Give that back to me, let me go!" he tried to struggle against
the hold, but the five of them were bigger and stronger.
"Look
at this," Tel'raa remarked, holding up the small black bow so that the sun
danced off of it. "Let's say we see how well it works?"
"No!"
Legolas yelled as the unwanted tears were beginning to well up under his
eyelids. "Please don't!"
The
others just laughed as Tel'raa drew out one of his own arrows, notching it on
the string and pulling it back. The bow was too small for him to handle his
strength, and he knew it. With a wicked smile he gave a forceful yank and the
bow suddenly snapped, breaking in half.
At first Legolas was in shock, trying to convince himself that it had not happened. The others laughed as Tel'raa threw the bow to the ground, snickering.
"What a useless piece of junk."
Legolas
shook his head in disbelief as the others finally let him go. He could feel the
tears running down his face as the others mocked and taunted him, and only
because he was the prince. He found
himself wishing that he was just a normal elf, and that his father was not the
king. Then, at least, he'd be spared
this teasing and would be able to fit in.
Slowly
with shaky hands he picked up the two larger parts, still trying to comprehend
what had happened. His bow was gone. The bow his father had spent hours making
so that it would suit his small size. The one that he and his father had
painted together. Now it was just gone.
"What's
the matter? Can't the poor little Prince handle this?" Tel'raa mocked, rubbing
his hand through the young elf's hair.
Legolas
pulled away, trying to ignore the taunts from the Elves he thought were his
friends. Gathering the rest of the pieces in his arms, he stood and ran away
from the group, tears blinding his vision.
"That's
it," Tel'raa scoffed, "go run to mummy. She'll take care of everything."
Legolas
shook his head. He would show them, he decided silently as he ran through the
forest.
~*~*~
Night
had settled in, and Feaear walked down the halls quickly. Once again she
checked the rooms, and once again she found them empty. She frowned, shaking
her head. //Where was he?//
She
paused by Thranduil's study; her husband was sitting in the chair, dozing. She
hated to wake him, but this was important.
Thranduil
saved her the trouble by waking when she entered, but his gentle smile disappeared
when he caught sight of the look on her face.
"I
can't find Legolas," she informed worriedly. "All I know is that he went off to
play. I haven't seen him since, and
it's getting cold out."
Thranduil
felt his own worry rise. He stood, taking a hold of her hands. "Uuma dela [Don't worry]," he whispered. "We will find him. He
probably went farther than he realized and is taking a little longer to get
home," he reassured her.
"Thranduil,
I don't want him to be out there all alone," she murmured, "He's so young and
small, and if anything happens to him…" she didn't finish, she couldn't.
"Nothing
will happen to him. Come, we will go find him now," he told her, trying to
lighten her heart.
She
nodded and grabbed an overcoat in his study as she headed out into the
corridor. Thranduil followed her out of the room a moment later.
