Oohhh. Things start to start in this chapter (if you know what I mean).
Chapter Four: Sowing and Swamp things
Legolas sheltered his eyes from the scorching autumn sun and guided the horse onwards.
Unusually, the Gondorians chose to sow their seeds before winter, allowing them to rest in the earth for a while before they would start growing in spring. The conditions were better in autumn than summer where the sun was blazingly hot. Gondor suffered severe heat waves.
The large workhorse kept on determinedly walking forward at a steady rate. The elf was perched on her back and was murmuring soft words of encouragement into her ear.
Behind him was the plough and a furrow in the ground, straight as an arrow.
And then behind that was a young girl sowing seeds in his wake. Every so often she would look up to have a glimpse of the golden elf working in the field.
Legolas was a different breed of elf than the High Elves that would prefer the stain of ink than mud. Elves do not need as much sustenance but they still need food and to solve that problem, the Mirkwood elves had cleared a couple of areas of land, purely for farming and growing crops.
He was born up riding horses, sowing plants and defending his home. Such was the time when he had entered the world. Mirkwood was threatened by shadows and fell creatures. A sword and bow was placed in his hands and the title was taken away.
"Now that is a sight I thought I would never see!" he heard someone call.
Behind the fields was the forest in which the nobles often went hunting. King Elessar was returning from such a trip. On a spare horse was laid the carcass of three deer.
"The prince of Mirkwood getting his hands dirty!"
Legolas grumbled quietly to himself as he felt eyes being turned on him. He heard murmurs of astonishment: "The prince of Mirkwood!" they gasped.
Legolas had had a hard time in convincing the commoners to plough alongside them. Mentioning his title would have only made the matters worse. They had given in when they had seen the horses crowding around Legolas and snickering to him.
"Legolas! Ride back to the City with us," he heard Eldarion shout out.
Legolas wiped his forehead with one hand while steering the horse with the other. "I do not think this delightful lady will carry me back to Minas Tirith," he replied.
Eldarion turned to his father and raised one eyebrow.
"The horse?" Elessar suggested.
Obviously the prince heard this and chuckled. "Of course the horse!"
"Ride double with me than, Legolas!" the King suggested.
Legolas shook his head and urged the mare onwards. "I will stay and finish the sowing."
Elessar nodded and clicking his tongue, Brego started to gallop back to Minas Tirith followed closely by the rest of the party.
"Milord, you should go back," the young girl said timidly. "We common folk'd be tanned if the supervisor finds out that we 'ad 'elp."
He turned around and smiled at her honesty. "Then I will take the blame. Would your supervisor tan an elf?" Legolas chuckled as she blushed and lowered her head to hide her red cheeks.
"Don't worry, just send message to me if your supervisor complains."
The girl nodded and staring at the ground, carried on scattering the seeds.
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Legolas caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror while he walked along the palace corridors and chuckled again.
One of the people sowing had been watering the ground to moisten it when a horse had started bolting for no reason and had dragged the plough along with it. The heavy metal had become stuck in the wet mud and the men had to stop ploughing for a minute to help pull the machine out.
It didn't help with everyone churning the mud up as they stood around it and when someone also managed to tip a bucket of water onto it.
Legolas had dismounted and jogging along, had offered his assistance, which was gladly accepted. The commoners had got used to the elf's presence, and in fact were very pleased by the amount of work they had managed to accomplish with his aid.
Finally they had got it out with a mighty slurp of the mud and some of the clay soil had splattered up on his simple clothes. His white shirt was stained with mud, as was his dark green leggings. And as for his boots. They were coated in mud so much that he was carrying them and padding bare- footed around the hall.
Some mud was speckled on his brow and his cheeks were rosy with work and the heat of the day, his skin was a healthy golden colour.
If only his father could see him now! Thranduil allowed his son to work in the field, yes. But that was strictly only during the driest of times. Any mud and the closest he got to the field was viewing it from a carriage.
There was the heavy footsteps of a man and Legolas made his face impassive as he carried on walking forward to his room.
"My, my, my Legolas! Not only are you a bird, but you are also some fetching kind of swamp monsters!" Eldarion laughed when he saw the prince's dirty state.
"They say that sarcasm is the last resort of someone trying to be funny," Legolas retorted back.
"Really?" he asked.
"Oh yes."
"And where would that be? In the land of swamp things that never laugh?" Eldarion said with a smug smirk.
"No, but it sounds a good place for you to go. You are right on one account." Legolas opened the door to his room and stepped inside.
"And what would that be?"
"The fact that you look like a swamp thing!" Legolas grinned and quickly shut the door.
Eldarion gave a slight smile and stared at the door in which Legolas had gone behind. He had never seen the Mirkwood elf look so glowing. Even plastered in mud, Legolas Greenleaf was still an uncommon beauty.
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Legolas leant back against the door and was extremely astonished to find his heart beating quicker than normal, and his cheeks even warmer.
~
ReViEw PlEaSe!
Chapter Four: Sowing and Swamp things
Legolas sheltered his eyes from the scorching autumn sun and guided the horse onwards.
Unusually, the Gondorians chose to sow their seeds before winter, allowing them to rest in the earth for a while before they would start growing in spring. The conditions were better in autumn than summer where the sun was blazingly hot. Gondor suffered severe heat waves.
The large workhorse kept on determinedly walking forward at a steady rate. The elf was perched on her back and was murmuring soft words of encouragement into her ear.
Behind him was the plough and a furrow in the ground, straight as an arrow.
And then behind that was a young girl sowing seeds in his wake. Every so often she would look up to have a glimpse of the golden elf working in the field.
Legolas was a different breed of elf than the High Elves that would prefer the stain of ink than mud. Elves do not need as much sustenance but they still need food and to solve that problem, the Mirkwood elves had cleared a couple of areas of land, purely for farming and growing crops.
He was born up riding horses, sowing plants and defending his home. Such was the time when he had entered the world. Mirkwood was threatened by shadows and fell creatures. A sword and bow was placed in his hands and the title was taken away.
"Now that is a sight I thought I would never see!" he heard someone call.
Behind the fields was the forest in which the nobles often went hunting. King Elessar was returning from such a trip. On a spare horse was laid the carcass of three deer.
"The prince of Mirkwood getting his hands dirty!"
Legolas grumbled quietly to himself as he felt eyes being turned on him. He heard murmurs of astonishment: "The prince of Mirkwood!" they gasped.
Legolas had had a hard time in convincing the commoners to plough alongside them. Mentioning his title would have only made the matters worse. They had given in when they had seen the horses crowding around Legolas and snickering to him.
"Legolas! Ride back to the City with us," he heard Eldarion shout out.
Legolas wiped his forehead with one hand while steering the horse with the other. "I do not think this delightful lady will carry me back to Minas Tirith," he replied.
Eldarion turned to his father and raised one eyebrow.
"The horse?" Elessar suggested.
Obviously the prince heard this and chuckled. "Of course the horse!"
"Ride double with me than, Legolas!" the King suggested.
Legolas shook his head and urged the mare onwards. "I will stay and finish the sowing."
Elessar nodded and clicking his tongue, Brego started to gallop back to Minas Tirith followed closely by the rest of the party.
"Milord, you should go back," the young girl said timidly. "We common folk'd be tanned if the supervisor finds out that we 'ad 'elp."
He turned around and smiled at her honesty. "Then I will take the blame. Would your supervisor tan an elf?" Legolas chuckled as she blushed and lowered her head to hide her red cheeks.
"Don't worry, just send message to me if your supervisor complains."
The girl nodded and staring at the ground, carried on scattering the seeds.
~
Legolas caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror while he walked along the palace corridors and chuckled again.
One of the people sowing had been watering the ground to moisten it when a horse had started bolting for no reason and had dragged the plough along with it. The heavy metal had become stuck in the wet mud and the men had to stop ploughing for a minute to help pull the machine out.
It didn't help with everyone churning the mud up as they stood around it and when someone also managed to tip a bucket of water onto it.
Legolas had dismounted and jogging along, had offered his assistance, which was gladly accepted. The commoners had got used to the elf's presence, and in fact were very pleased by the amount of work they had managed to accomplish with his aid.
Finally they had got it out with a mighty slurp of the mud and some of the clay soil had splattered up on his simple clothes. His white shirt was stained with mud, as was his dark green leggings. And as for his boots. They were coated in mud so much that he was carrying them and padding bare- footed around the hall.
Some mud was speckled on his brow and his cheeks were rosy with work and the heat of the day, his skin was a healthy golden colour.
If only his father could see him now! Thranduil allowed his son to work in the field, yes. But that was strictly only during the driest of times. Any mud and the closest he got to the field was viewing it from a carriage.
There was the heavy footsteps of a man and Legolas made his face impassive as he carried on walking forward to his room.
"My, my, my Legolas! Not only are you a bird, but you are also some fetching kind of swamp monsters!" Eldarion laughed when he saw the prince's dirty state.
"They say that sarcasm is the last resort of someone trying to be funny," Legolas retorted back.
"Really?" he asked.
"Oh yes."
"And where would that be? In the land of swamp things that never laugh?" Eldarion said with a smug smirk.
"No, but it sounds a good place for you to go. You are right on one account." Legolas opened the door to his room and stepped inside.
"And what would that be?"
"The fact that you look like a swamp thing!" Legolas grinned and quickly shut the door.
Eldarion gave a slight smile and stared at the door in which Legolas had gone behind. He had never seen the Mirkwood elf look so glowing. Even plastered in mud, Legolas Greenleaf was still an uncommon beauty.
~
Legolas leant back against the door and was extremely astonished to find his heart beating quicker than normal, and his cheeks even warmer.
~
ReViEw PlEaSe!
