CHAPTER 3
Decision
Legolas was relived to see the spires of Lord Elrond's main house, gleaming like silver spears in the moonlight. The Lord of Rivendell himself greeted the three companions at the gates, as they dismounted their horses. "I was not expecting to see you so soon, but this is fortunate. I talked to the others, they to agree that it would be a good idea to help our woodland kin. I see you brought a friend." Lord Elrond bowed as Gandalf stepped forward. Aragorn went and stood next to Legolas, Elrond looked at Aragorn and gave a slight nod. " You must be tired after you journey, luckily we had guest rooms prepared. Your things have already been taken to your rooms," Legolas and Aragorn looked back at their horses and saw that their packs were gone, they turned back to Lord Elrond. " If you would follow me, I will show you to your rooms." The three followed the Lord of Rivendell down one of the main paths and to the guest wing, of the grand building where Elrond and his family lived. Gandalf was shown his room first. He bid the others good night and disappeared in to the dark room, and Aragorn headed to his room that was away from the guest area.
The long corridor was lit up with torches that cast shadows on the pale walls. Carvings ran round the top of the walls and down the sides of the doors, and gold leaf and flower motif border went across the walls and around the windows.
From time to time Lord Elrond would quickly glance at Legolas. The younger elf walked beside the Lord of Rivendell, his expression never changing and his eyes never looking around; he just stared straight ahead. "So how are things between you and your father Legolas?" The younger elf looked around nervously, then sighed. "If you don't mind I'd rather not discuss that particular matter tonight. Rest assure, things are a little better than they have been." " Very well, we do not have to talk about your father right now, if you ever want to talk I will always be here to listen." Elrond watched Legolas out of the corner of his eye. A flicker of emotions passed across the prince's face as he watched. He also sensed uneasiness coming from Legolas. Something was wrong, he would find out soon enough. Elrond knew that if he was patient, he would find out what the Mirkwood king had done to his son. Lord Elrond stopped outside the second from last room, at the end of the corridor, " Hear is your room, I hope you like it." Legolas looked through the door, then back at Elrond. He did the best he could to smile, but his thoughts troubled him. "It's very nice, thank you. You should not have gone to all this trouble just for me." Elrond regarded the prince with a confused look, "Why do you say that? It has been no trouble at all." Legolas was taken back by this, his thoughts went back to his father. He remembered the time they had gone to Lothlorien. How fun he thought it was going to be, but how wrong he was.
Yes, how wrong I was. Fun? Yeah right, the most fun I had on that trip was when I got in that fight with that vile elf, who was he? Oh well it doesn't matter, actually that wasn't much fun either considering I got in trouble for that as to. All I have to do is remember what father told me, "be grateful for what other people do for you." I was grateful; it's not my fault that I didn't like the bed. Now that I think of it, the bed actually was better than the floor, but father had to teach me a lesson didn't he.
Lord Elrond's voice broke through Legolas's thoughts, "Are you all right Legolas?" The younger elf flinched slightly, then looked at Elrond a little confused. "I'm sorry, I kind of blanked you out. What did you say?" "Nothing, it was nothing important. I should let you get some rest." Legolas bowed his head, as the Lord of Rivendell turned and began to walk back down the corridor. "The council meeting will be tomorrow. Listen for the bell, and then make your way to the main council chamber. Oh, and no rock climbing, please." Both elves smiled at the comment, and then Lord Elrond made his way to his study.
Legolas went in to his room and shut the thin mesh door behind him. His pack was on the end of the bed. He looked around the guestroom. The walls were a pale gold with a silver leaf motif boarder. The bed was at the far end of the room, by the windows, which were three, beautifully curved arches. A full-length mirror hung on one wall and a wardrobe against the wall on the opposite side of the room. Two high backed chairs stood in each corner by the door, and a few shelves were on the wall next to the mirror. Six small lanterns, each with a twisted vine design going around the glazed glass casings, were positioned around the room, each one giving off a soft, warm glow.
Legolas went over to the bed and opened his pack and took out his cloths, he carefully folded them and took them over to the wardrobe. The wardrobe was made from a dark wood that had gold inlayed into the carvings. Carefully, Legolas turned the latch and opened the doors. To his surprise, there were already a few articles of clothing left for him. He smiled slightly and finished putting his thing away. He went back over to his bag and took out his hairbrush and his long, baggy cream colored trousers. Legolas removed his leather gauntlets and placed them back in his pack then removed his quiver and leaned it against the wall along with his bow, then went over to the mirror. He unbraided the sections of his hair that were braided, then brushed his hair. When he had made sure that his hair was taken care of, he placed the brush on one of the shelves, and changed. Legolas put his boots under one of the chairs, and folded his slate blue leggings neatly and set them over the arm of the chair. Then he removed his belt and took off his blue shirt, as he went to place it over the back of the chair he saw that there were a few stains on the sleeves and round the hem. He sighed and decided that he would clean his cloths before the council gathering. Legolas walked over to the bed and pulled the sheets back, and looked out of the window before loosening the waistband on his trousers. He climbed in to bed and lay down on the soft mattress, and pulled the soft silk sheets around his shoulders. He starred up at the ceiling, his thoughts still troubling him greatly.
What if the council changes their minds about helping the elves of Mirkwood? What will farther think? What am I thinking! Why am I worrying so much? Hopefully things will go well, Lord Elrond told me that the council members had agreed to help, so why worry, the worst thing that could happed is that I say something to offend someone. Or the council could change their mind, but look on the bright side. What could go wrong?
Legolas relaxed, and sighed. At least I'm away from my father for a while, he thought to himself as he rolled on to his side. A slight rumble of thunder echoed in the distance, Legolas readjusted the soft pillows and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The faint orange glow of the morning sun broke through the dark storm clouds; a gentle rain fell over Rivendell. A few elves walked around, mainly the scouts and the guards, and the few that weren't, sung softly. There was a gentle wind that had been brought in by the passing storm. More golden leaves fell to the ground, and the wind carried the refreshing dampness, along with the smell of the wet leaves.
As the morning progressed, more elves began to wake and go about their daily business. The cool wind blew across Legolas's bare shoulders, he moaned as he pulled the blankets around him and rolled over. The sound of the rain echoed through his room, and the wind blew wet leaves through the windows. One of the golden leaves fell on to the prince's cheek, he groaned as he rolled on to his chest, pushing the leaf off as he rolled over. Legolas's left arm fell over the side of the bed, the tips of his fingers just touching the soft rug, that lay on the floor. A slight smile came across the elf's lips as he dreamed peacefully, then through the tranquility of his dream, came the sound of someone knocking on his bedroom door. "Go away," he moaned. Legolas was still half-asleep and thought that it was his father or brother knocking on the door. The knocking came again, Legolas blinked his eyes, he reached around on the floor, looking for something, and then he found his traveling pack and picked it up off of the floor. The door opened quietly; "I told you, go away!" then with out even looking to see who had come into his room, Legolas threw his bag in the direction of the door. Lord Elrond quickly sidestepped the leather bag it just missing him. He walked over to the bed and stared down at the sleeping elf. "I see your being stubborn as ever." He said jokingly. Legolas's eyes widened as he realized where he was, and who was speaking to him. He pushed himself up in to a sitting position, and saw Lord Elrond staring down at him, with an unimpressed look upon his face. "I apologize Lord Elrond, I forgot where I was. I thought you were my brother coming to wake me up." "It's ok, your bag didn't hit me. I came to tell you that the council meeting has been postponed." Legolas sat back and leaned against the headboard of his bed, he looked at Lord Elrond a little confused. "Postponed, why?" " Last night, it rained heavily. The council chambers got flooded, I have a few elves down there now, cleaning the place up. Hopefully we will be able to have the council chambers ready for later this afternoon, but I can't guarantee it." Legolas nodded then looked out of the window, it was still raining and there was no sign of the sun. He knew that there would be no council meeting, but he held the hope that the rain would stop. "Very well, do you think you could arrange for the council to come together tomorrow? Or if that does not suit, then as soon as possible?" Elrond walked to the door and turned to face Legolas, "I will see what I can do, I can assure you that you will be able to return to your father with an answer before the sun sets tomorrow. In the mean time, you are welcome to do any thing you want." Legolas thanked Elrond again, then watched as the Rivendell Lord disappear around the door. Legolas lay back down on his stomach. He starred at the wall blankly, trying to think of something to do besides lay in bed all day.
I cant just lay hear, what would people think of me then, but then again, I could. No one would disturb me and no one would come and shout at me for being lazy. Any way, it's only for one day and it's raining, so it's all one big bonus.
Legolas sighed and rolled on to his back. He knew that no matter ho much he wanted to just stay in bed, he had to get up and make at least one public appearance before he left. He kneeled up on his bed and looked out the window; The rain had eased off slightly, but the sun was still hidden behind the clouds. Water dripped from the over hang of the roof, and down to the trees in the ravine below. Legolas decided to allow him self to relax for a few more hours, so he straightened out the bed sheets and the pillows and laid back down, and went back too sleep.
Aragorn walked out on to the balcony. He was troubled, that night he had the same dream again. The ranger leaned on the wet railing, his blue shirtsleeves soaking up the rainwater. Every time he had the dream it seemed to become more realistic. This frightened Aragorn. He looked across Rivendell, trying to forget his dream. The gentle wind blew strands of his black hair across his damp face. He knew that he would have to tell Legolas, but how could he tell him that he might die. Aragorn felt someone touch his shoulder, he did not have to turn to see who it was. "Good morning Arwen." Arwen went and stood next to Aragorn, she looked at him. She could sense that there was something troubling him. Arwen regarded Aragorn with a worried expression, her bright blue eyes watching the man's face. "What troubles you? I have not seen you looking so worried. Please tell me what is wrong, maybe I can help sooth your mind." Aragorn turned to face Arwen; he took her hand in his and smiled. "I have already talked to your father about the matter, but he could provide me with no answer. I fear that something might happen to Legolas, but when, I do not know." Arwen let go of Aragorn's hand and looked over the balcony. It was still raining and the sun had only just started to show through the clouds. The wind had died down to a cool breeze. Arwen sighed and pushed her braided hair over her shoulder, and straightened out her long, light blue dress. "Would you like to talk about what you think is going to happen?" she asked softly. Aragorn shook his head. " No, but thank you for asking. I think I have to talk to Legolas first, then I will talk to you. I think he needs to know that he maybe in trouble. Arwen smiled, and put her hand on Aragorn's shoulder. "You should do what you feel is right. Legolas has been your friend for many years, and I'm sure he will appreciate what you have to tell him." Aragorn nodded, he knew what he was going to do. But it was harder than it seemed he started to think about how he was going to tell Legolas. Now how do you tell your friend that they might die?
Legolas sat on his bed reading his favorite book. He had gotten up only an hour before, and decided that he wanted to do something constructive. It was still raining slightly, but the sun had begun to shine from behind the dark clouds. Legolas had gotten dressed in some simple, comfortable clothes. He wore a jade green shirt that had three- quarter length flared sleeves, and a pair of dark brown almost black leggings. He had brushed his hair and had decided to leave it unbraided. Legolas enjoyed reading, but didn't get much time to himself, because of his responsibilities. He turned the page of his book, then pushed his loose hair over his shoulder. His bright blue eyes looked over the words. He leaned back slightly; the soft pillow was cushioning his back. The elf smiled slightly at the description in the book. His mother had given the book to him as a birthday present, and since that day it had remained his favorite book. It was a story about a skilled elf archer who embarked on an adventure across middle earth; his travels are full of wonderful thing and many dangers. Legolas's thoughts trailed back to Mirkwood, and the view from his bedroom window. After his mother died, he had to move in to a different bedroom. He had never liked his room, because it always seemed dark, but his room backed out onto a small garden. This had always been his mothers garden, she had planted many thing in all her long years, and Legolas always tried to keep I nice, but never seemed to have as much time as he would like. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on his door. He looked up from his book; "Come in." The thin mesh door opened but no one came in. Legolas sighed and put the leaf that he used as a bookmark in his book. He got up and walked over to the door and looked down the corridor, but nobody was there. Suddenly he felt grab him from behind, he quickly ducked and turned round. Standing in front of him was Lord Elrond's oldest son, and Legolas's best friend, Elladan. Legolas folded his arms across his chest, and shook his head. Elladan smiled at his friend then began to laugh. "Why are you laughing?" Legolas said flatly. "I got you, you said I never would. But it looks like I proved you wrong." Elladan smile again. The prince of Mirkwood shook his head and unfolded his arms. "You did not get me, I mealy played along with your game." The flatness was still in his tone. Elladan pushed strands of his dark brown hair behind his pointed ears then raised an eyebrow at Legolas's comment. His deep blue eyes flashed as he smiled at his friend again. "You're so fake sometimes. I can tell when you're lying." Legolas shook his head and went and sat back down on his bed. Elladan moved one of the chairs next to the bed, and sat down. "First off, I knew what you were going to do. It was fairly obvious when nobody was waiting in the corridor. That is one of the oldest tricks In the book" Legolas leaned back against his pillow, quite pleased with his evaluation. Elladan huffed and rested his chin in the palm of his hand. The sleeve of his dark red and silver shirt fell down around his elbow. He knew when he was defeated and this was one of those times. "Fine, you win." He said reluctantly. "But I will get you next time guaranteed." Legolas smiled, "No doubt you will, just don't use the same trick. So did you come hear just to trick me, or what?" Elladan sat up and leaned back in the chair and sighed. " I came to see if you wanted to join me in a battle exercise training class." "You're taking training classes?" Legolas said slightly confused. "No, I'm not taking them," Elladan laughed. "I teach the younger members of the Rivendell how to defend themselves and use a bow." Legolas looked at his friend. He was quite surprised that his friend had taken on such a responsibility. "When did you become Mr. responsibility? Last time I checked, you said that you wanted to be prankster of the century." Elladan shifted slightly and crossed his legs. He rested his hands in his lap and laughed nervously. "Yeah, I did say that, didn't I." The prince regarded his friend curiously. He raised an eyebrow, then got off the bed and went and poured himself a glass of water and leaned against the wall. "What did you do this time." Legolas asked with a sigh. Elladan smiled quickly and began to rub the back of his slender hand with his thumb. "Well you know how you told me that it would be a great fun if we put some of that cleansing liquid father uses to clean the medical room in to his shampoo." Legolas looked at Elladan suspiciously; he remembered all to well, for that was the day he had fallen while climbing the rocky cliff faces. Luckily the trees below broke his fall along with a few bones. "Yes, I remember. But that was a very long time ago," " Yes, well I kind of got mad at father and decided to pull that prank." Legolas almost spat out his mouth full of water, he swallowed and looked at his friend. Shock was upon his face; he set his glass on the shelf. "You did what? I hope you knew I was joking?" he had to do his very best not to laugh. His friend sighed and pushed one of his dark braids over his shoulder. "I know you were, and yes before you ask it was funny at the time." "What happened?" Legolas asked as he went and sat back down on his bed. "That cleansing stuff was stronger than I thought. It turned fathers hair yellowish white and, made it go all frizzy." Legolas covered his mouth with his hand, and cleared his throat several times, to stop himself from bursting out with laughter. He could see it all, and the thought of the Lord of Rivendell with frizzy yellow hair was just unbearable. The prince was not going to laugh for his friend's sake, but he was sure that he would laugh about it later when nobody was around. "So what happened after that?" "I got in trouble of course, big trouble. Father had go all the way to Lothlorien to get his hair back to the way it was. When he got back to Rivendell he told me that I needed some responsibility, so he gave me the task of keeping the younger members of Rivendell amused." Legolas nodded, he was glad that his friend had something constructive to keep him occupied. He had always thought that Lord Elrond had never given his children enough responsibility, but this was something else he would never tell anyone. At times he thought about why he judged this, and put it down to envy with the slight hint of jealously, because his father was not as caring as Elrond. Legolas knew that in his own way, his father did care about him, but just did not show it very well. "You didn't get shouted at?" Elladan frowned at Legolas. He huffed slightly and uncrossed his legs and stood up. He straightened his long shirt and his dark gray leggings, then pushed loose strands of dark brown hair away from his slender face. "Do you rely think I could get off that easily? Let's just say that with the mood I got father in, the whole of middle earth probably heard him. And as you can guess, Elrohir thought it most amusing. Arwen told me she caught him spying on father and I." Legolas stood up and went and got his belt off of the back of the chair and fastened I around his waist. "I see he has not changed then." "Yes, my rat of a twin is still the same, some times I wonder if he's rely my twin or if he was fostered to." Legolas smiled and slipped his boots on and quickly braided sections of his hair in the fashion he usually liked. " He is younger than you, that might be the reason." "He's only younger by five minutes, I wouldn't call that a big difference." The prince shrugged and strapped his quiver to his back and picked up his bow. "Are you ready?" Elladan nodded and the two friends walked down the long corridor, until they got out to the main gardens.
The grass was extremely wet and made a soft squelching noise as the elves walked light footed on the wet earth. "My pupils will be happy to see you. They have heard many thing about your great archery skills." Legolas looked at his friend. "And where did they hear this, may I ask?" Elladan smiled, "Me of course, who else would tell them." " I hope you have told them good things about me." The dark hared elf placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Nothing but the best." Legolas smiled, he never doubted his friend, and hoped that he never would have to. Finally the two elves reached the room that Elladan used for a training room. It was right on the edge of the cliff and looked straight out over the waterfalls. The roof was a green color that curved round in to a dome shape; long white pillars supported the roof. Thick dark wood and stone sidings went around the bottom of the pillars and stood about waist high. The two back walls had an array of weapons that were placed on wooden racks. A gentle breeze blew the thin curtains, and the sun shone through the arched windows. The last drops of rain dripped off of the roof and through the windows and on to the soft rugs that covered the floor. Elladan walked over to the weapon racks and unsheathed one of the long knifes, and handed it to Legolas. "It's so light." He spun the knife round several times, then carefully balanced it on his fingertips. "This is a well balanced blade. I take it this is yours." "You are correct, father gave it to me as a gift. I've never used it properly, the only times when it gets used is if I am doing a demonstration." Legolas nodded then unsheathed one of his own knifes and handed it to his friend. "Well lets test it shall we. I hope you don't mind if I use it first." The other elf shrugged, "That's fine. I am the lucky one, you never let anyone use your knifes." Legolas smiled and removed his quiver and hung it up along with his bow, on one of the vacant hooks. "You let me use yours, it is only fair."
The two elves bowed then slowly began circling each other. Elladan mad the first move, he spun round in a graceful arc and spun the blade in a downward slash. Legolas blocked and spun his own weapon around in a complex routine of swift and deadly attacks. Elladan ducked a sideward jab. He rolled over and tripped the other elf, then lunged for Legolas with deadly force. With quick reflexes, Legolas blocked the other weapon with his own and pushed Elladan back fairly hard. He quickly flipped back on to his feet and went over to his friend who had sat down on the floor. "Not tired already I hope" he said with a grin. Elladan laughed, and handed the knife back to Legolas. "You have a good knife Elladan, it is a shame it dose not get used so often." He handed the weapon to his friend. "You are a good match, much more of a challenge than my students. I think they will look forward to seeing you." "I am sure they will. I notice that you have been practicing." Elladan stood up and pushed his hair over his shoulders, "Ready for another round. This time please don't go easy on me." Legolas raised an eyebrow, and smiled at his friend's comment. He walked over to his quiver and drew his second knife. "Who said I was going easy on you?" Elladan now wished that he had not opened his mouth. The elves bowed to each other again, but this time Legolas did not start circling as before. With incredible speed, he brought his two knifes up in a sweeping arc. Elladan was caught off guard and just managed to block the blow, he spun round and aimed a high kick at Legolas. The prince moved to the side and his friend's foot just missed his face, the kick had been so accurate and so close that he felt a rush of air in his ear. Elladan directed another kick in Legolas's direction, and then he quickly brought his blade across in a sideward attack. Legolas responded by spinning the knifes around then bring them in to contact with his friends. The sound of ringing metal filled the air; the prince ducked many attacks. Elladan was really letting his friend have it; finally Legolas got his chance. He dodged a very powerful two handed blow and got behind Elladan, with quick reflexes he pushed his friend from behind. The two elves tumbled to the soft floor. Elladan hit the floor first and Legolas managed to tumble over on to his feet. The prince looked at his friend. Slowly he walked over to the dark hared elf that laid motionless on the floor. When Legolas go in arms reach of his friend, Elladan brought his arm up in a sideward sweep. He hit the prince in the back of the knees; Legolas lost his balance and fell forward. He did his best to not land on Elladan, but still managed to knock the wind out of him. The prince hit the floor with a thud; both elves laid on the floor. "You my dear friend are dead." Elladan looked at Legolas, "I might as well be," he said taking deep breaths. "Did you have to knee me in the stomach?" Legolas began to laugh; he sat up and looked at his friend who was still recovering. "I'm sorry, I did my best to miss you. Maybe next time you will think twice before pulling that stunt again. Oh and another thing," Legolas as he moved over to his friend. He spun his knifes round then brought them down, one on either side of Elladan's head, and only inches away from his ears. "Your dead. One thing you should never do is sit there if you are injured, because next time you will not be getting up" Legolas said with a smile.
Elladan smiled and sat up. Legolas was now standing and extended a hand to help his friend, Elladan excepted Legolas's help; he brushed his cloths off and straightened out his hair. Legolas looked towards the door and saw a group of children looking round the doorframe. He cleared his throat and Elladan looked to the door as well. He smiled at the young elves, then Lord Elrond appeared, with Elrohir was standing next to him. Elrohir was an inch shorter than his brother, but other than that the twins were identical. He wore a dark blue velvet, high collared shirt that had a silver vine design that went round the collar, across the shoulders and down the long flared sleeves. He also wore matching dark blue leggings, and black boots with a silver leaf design that had been worked into the leather. Elrohir's hair was done differently to his brothers, instead of braids; he had sections of his long dark brown hair in a twisted spiral fashion. The younger elf stood just behind his father, he had his arms crossed and a very displeased look on is slender face. Elrond smiled at his son. Legolas bowed his head and noticed Elrohir glaring at him. "So what brings you hear father?" Elladan asked with a smile. "I just need to talk to Legolas for a moment, then you can continue with your lesson." Elladan bowed his head and walked over to where Elrohir was standing. 'What's wrong with you?" Elladan asked with a smile. Elrohir scoffed and glared at his brother, "You know what's wrong, so don't play that game with me." "What have I supposedly done this time" The elder elf replied. Elrohir laughed and uncrossed his arms, "ah my dear brother, playing dumb doesn't suit you and neither dose leaving your tactical battle plans out on your desk, and not having them finished. Father made me finish them and tidy your study." "Oh rely," Elladan said as he crossed his arms across his chest. "And what were you doing in my study?" The younger elf looked around quickly then at his brother; Elladan gave Elrohir an unpleased look. "Look, that's besides the point, but I got in trouble, because I kind of had an accident." "What kind of accident Elrohir?" Elladan asked slightly worried, his expression changing slightly as he spoke. "Well I accidentally knocked over the bottle of ink over, all over the rug and your work." Elladan's blue eyes widened, "You what? From know on don't go near my study or any of my stuff." Elrohir brushed one of his long dark twisted braids over his shoulder, "Well, don't leave you study door open." "I didn't," Elladan replied. Elrohir huffed and stormed out of the room.
"I have some good news for you Legolas." Elrond said with a smile. The prince bowed his head then smiled at The Rivendell lord. "What good news do you bring for me, my Lord." "The council chamber has been cleared and the meeting will be held later this evening. I hope that is satisfactory." "That is most excellent, I am very, very great full. On behalf of the elves of Mirkwood I thank you my lord." Legolas bowed again and smiled, Lord Elrond did the same. As he turned, Lord Elrond was in time to see his youngest son storm out of the room. Elrond walked over to his eldest son and stopped for a minute. "Where is Elrohir go, I was hoping that he could help me in the library." Elladan shrugged, "I don't know father, I think he said he was going to go talk to Arwen." Elrond sighed, "The council meeting is going to be later tonight, I will see you there." The younger elf bowed and The Rivendell lord disappeared round the corner. Elladan walked over to Legolas, "Well my friend, it looks like luck is on your side." He said with a smile, Legolas turned to his friend. "I am sorry, but I must prepare for tonight. I will see you there my friend." Elladan smiled and watched as Legolas went and collected his gear. The prince began to make his way back to his room, he was happy that the council meeting was going to be held. He turned the corner and was surprised to see Aragorn sitting on the floor outside of his room. As soon as Aragorn saw Legolas he stood up, there was something troubling the man, Legolas could see it in the rangers eyes. "Aragorn, what's wrong?" The elf asked concerned. The ranger was relived to see the prince. "Legolas there's something I nee to tell you."
Decision
Legolas was relived to see the spires of Lord Elrond's main house, gleaming like silver spears in the moonlight. The Lord of Rivendell himself greeted the three companions at the gates, as they dismounted their horses. "I was not expecting to see you so soon, but this is fortunate. I talked to the others, they to agree that it would be a good idea to help our woodland kin. I see you brought a friend." Lord Elrond bowed as Gandalf stepped forward. Aragorn went and stood next to Legolas, Elrond looked at Aragorn and gave a slight nod. " You must be tired after you journey, luckily we had guest rooms prepared. Your things have already been taken to your rooms," Legolas and Aragorn looked back at their horses and saw that their packs were gone, they turned back to Lord Elrond. " If you would follow me, I will show you to your rooms." The three followed the Lord of Rivendell down one of the main paths and to the guest wing, of the grand building where Elrond and his family lived. Gandalf was shown his room first. He bid the others good night and disappeared in to the dark room, and Aragorn headed to his room that was away from the guest area.
The long corridor was lit up with torches that cast shadows on the pale walls. Carvings ran round the top of the walls and down the sides of the doors, and gold leaf and flower motif border went across the walls and around the windows.
From time to time Lord Elrond would quickly glance at Legolas. The younger elf walked beside the Lord of Rivendell, his expression never changing and his eyes never looking around; he just stared straight ahead. "So how are things between you and your father Legolas?" The younger elf looked around nervously, then sighed. "If you don't mind I'd rather not discuss that particular matter tonight. Rest assure, things are a little better than they have been." " Very well, we do not have to talk about your father right now, if you ever want to talk I will always be here to listen." Elrond watched Legolas out of the corner of his eye. A flicker of emotions passed across the prince's face as he watched. He also sensed uneasiness coming from Legolas. Something was wrong, he would find out soon enough. Elrond knew that if he was patient, he would find out what the Mirkwood king had done to his son. Lord Elrond stopped outside the second from last room, at the end of the corridor, " Hear is your room, I hope you like it." Legolas looked through the door, then back at Elrond. He did the best he could to smile, but his thoughts troubled him. "It's very nice, thank you. You should not have gone to all this trouble just for me." Elrond regarded the prince with a confused look, "Why do you say that? It has been no trouble at all." Legolas was taken back by this, his thoughts went back to his father. He remembered the time they had gone to Lothlorien. How fun he thought it was going to be, but how wrong he was.
Yes, how wrong I was. Fun? Yeah right, the most fun I had on that trip was when I got in that fight with that vile elf, who was he? Oh well it doesn't matter, actually that wasn't much fun either considering I got in trouble for that as to. All I have to do is remember what father told me, "be grateful for what other people do for you." I was grateful; it's not my fault that I didn't like the bed. Now that I think of it, the bed actually was better than the floor, but father had to teach me a lesson didn't he.
Lord Elrond's voice broke through Legolas's thoughts, "Are you all right Legolas?" The younger elf flinched slightly, then looked at Elrond a little confused. "I'm sorry, I kind of blanked you out. What did you say?" "Nothing, it was nothing important. I should let you get some rest." Legolas bowed his head, as the Lord of Rivendell turned and began to walk back down the corridor. "The council meeting will be tomorrow. Listen for the bell, and then make your way to the main council chamber. Oh, and no rock climbing, please." Both elves smiled at the comment, and then Lord Elrond made his way to his study.
Legolas went in to his room and shut the thin mesh door behind him. His pack was on the end of the bed. He looked around the guestroom. The walls were a pale gold with a silver leaf motif boarder. The bed was at the far end of the room, by the windows, which were three, beautifully curved arches. A full-length mirror hung on one wall and a wardrobe against the wall on the opposite side of the room. Two high backed chairs stood in each corner by the door, and a few shelves were on the wall next to the mirror. Six small lanterns, each with a twisted vine design going around the glazed glass casings, were positioned around the room, each one giving off a soft, warm glow.
Legolas went over to the bed and opened his pack and took out his cloths, he carefully folded them and took them over to the wardrobe. The wardrobe was made from a dark wood that had gold inlayed into the carvings. Carefully, Legolas turned the latch and opened the doors. To his surprise, there were already a few articles of clothing left for him. He smiled slightly and finished putting his thing away. He went back over to his bag and took out his hairbrush and his long, baggy cream colored trousers. Legolas removed his leather gauntlets and placed them back in his pack then removed his quiver and leaned it against the wall along with his bow, then went over to the mirror. He unbraided the sections of his hair that were braided, then brushed his hair. When he had made sure that his hair was taken care of, he placed the brush on one of the shelves, and changed. Legolas put his boots under one of the chairs, and folded his slate blue leggings neatly and set them over the arm of the chair. Then he removed his belt and took off his blue shirt, as he went to place it over the back of the chair he saw that there were a few stains on the sleeves and round the hem. He sighed and decided that he would clean his cloths before the council gathering. Legolas walked over to the bed and pulled the sheets back, and looked out of the window before loosening the waistband on his trousers. He climbed in to bed and lay down on the soft mattress, and pulled the soft silk sheets around his shoulders. He starred up at the ceiling, his thoughts still troubling him greatly.
What if the council changes their minds about helping the elves of Mirkwood? What will farther think? What am I thinking! Why am I worrying so much? Hopefully things will go well, Lord Elrond told me that the council members had agreed to help, so why worry, the worst thing that could happed is that I say something to offend someone. Or the council could change their mind, but look on the bright side. What could go wrong?
Legolas relaxed, and sighed. At least I'm away from my father for a while, he thought to himself as he rolled on to his side. A slight rumble of thunder echoed in the distance, Legolas readjusted the soft pillows and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The faint orange glow of the morning sun broke through the dark storm clouds; a gentle rain fell over Rivendell. A few elves walked around, mainly the scouts and the guards, and the few that weren't, sung softly. There was a gentle wind that had been brought in by the passing storm. More golden leaves fell to the ground, and the wind carried the refreshing dampness, along with the smell of the wet leaves.
As the morning progressed, more elves began to wake and go about their daily business. The cool wind blew across Legolas's bare shoulders, he moaned as he pulled the blankets around him and rolled over. The sound of the rain echoed through his room, and the wind blew wet leaves through the windows. One of the golden leaves fell on to the prince's cheek, he groaned as he rolled on to his chest, pushing the leaf off as he rolled over. Legolas's left arm fell over the side of the bed, the tips of his fingers just touching the soft rug, that lay on the floor. A slight smile came across the elf's lips as he dreamed peacefully, then through the tranquility of his dream, came the sound of someone knocking on his bedroom door. "Go away," he moaned. Legolas was still half-asleep and thought that it was his father or brother knocking on the door. The knocking came again, Legolas blinked his eyes, he reached around on the floor, looking for something, and then he found his traveling pack and picked it up off of the floor. The door opened quietly; "I told you, go away!" then with out even looking to see who had come into his room, Legolas threw his bag in the direction of the door. Lord Elrond quickly sidestepped the leather bag it just missing him. He walked over to the bed and stared down at the sleeping elf. "I see your being stubborn as ever." He said jokingly. Legolas's eyes widened as he realized where he was, and who was speaking to him. He pushed himself up in to a sitting position, and saw Lord Elrond staring down at him, with an unimpressed look upon his face. "I apologize Lord Elrond, I forgot where I was. I thought you were my brother coming to wake me up." "It's ok, your bag didn't hit me. I came to tell you that the council meeting has been postponed." Legolas sat back and leaned against the headboard of his bed, he looked at Lord Elrond a little confused. "Postponed, why?" " Last night, it rained heavily. The council chambers got flooded, I have a few elves down there now, cleaning the place up. Hopefully we will be able to have the council chambers ready for later this afternoon, but I can't guarantee it." Legolas nodded then looked out of the window, it was still raining and there was no sign of the sun. He knew that there would be no council meeting, but he held the hope that the rain would stop. "Very well, do you think you could arrange for the council to come together tomorrow? Or if that does not suit, then as soon as possible?" Elrond walked to the door and turned to face Legolas, "I will see what I can do, I can assure you that you will be able to return to your father with an answer before the sun sets tomorrow. In the mean time, you are welcome to do any thing you want." Legolas thanked Elrond again, then watched as the Rivendell Lord disappear around the door. Legolas lay back down on his stomach. He starred at the wall blankly, trying to think of something to do besides lay in bed all day.
I cant just lay hear, what would people think of me then, but then again, I could. No one would disturb me and no one would come and shout at me for being lazy. Any way, it's only for one day and it's raining, so it's all one big bonus.
Legolas sighed and rolled on to his back. He knew that no matter ho much he wanted to just stay in bed, he had to get up and make at least one public appearance before he left. He kneeled up on his bed and looked out the window; The rain had eased off slightly, but the sun was still hidden behind the clouds. Water dripped from the over hang of the roof, and down to the trees in the ravine below. Legolas decided to allow him self to relax for a few more hours, so he straightened out the bed sheets and the pillows and laid back down, and went back too sleep.
Aragorn walked out on to the balcony. He was troubled, that night he had the same dream again. The ranger leaned on the wet railing, his blue shirtsleeves soaking up the rainwater. Every time he had the dream it seemed to become more realistic. This frightened Aragorn. He looked across Rivendell, trying to forget his dream. The gentle wind blew strands of his black hair across his damp face. He knew that he would have to tell Legolas, but how could he tell him that he might die. Aragorn felt someone touch his shoulder, he did not have to turn to see who it was. "Good morning Arwen." Arwen went and stood next to Aragorn, she looked at him. She could sense that there was something troubling him. Arwen regarded Aragorn with a worried expression, her bright blue eyes watching the man's face. "What troubles you? I have not seen you looking so worried. Please tell me what is wrong, maybe I can help sooth your mind." Aragorn turned to face Arwen; he took her hand in his and smiled. "I have already talked to your father about the matter, but he could provide me with no answer. I fear that something might happen to Legolas, but when, I do not know." Arwen let go of Aragorn's hand and looked over the balcony. It was still raining and the sun had only just started to show through the clouds. The wind had died down to a cool breeze. Arwen sighed and pushed her braided hair over her shoulder, and straightened out her long, light blue dress. "Would you like to talk about what you think is going to happen?" she asked softly. Aragorn shook his head. " No, but thank you for asking. I think I have to talk to Legolas first, then I will talk to you. I think he needs to know that he maybe in trouble. Arwen smiled, and put her hand on Aragorn's shoulder. "You should do what you feel is right. Legolas has been your friend for many years, and I'm sure he will appreciate what you have to tell him." Aragorn nodded, he knew what he was going to do. But it was harder than it seemed he started to think about how he was going to tell Legolas. Now how do you tell your friend that they might die?
Legolas sat on his bed reading his favorite book. He had gotten up only an hour before, and decided that he wanted to do something constructive. It was still raining slightly, but the sun had begun to shine from behind the dark clouds. Legolas had gotten dressed in some simple, comfortable clothes. He wore a jade green shirt that had three- quarter length flared sleeves, and a pair of dark brown almost black leggings. He had brushed his hair and had decided to leave it unbraided. Legolas enjoyed reading, but didn't get much time to himself, because of his responsibilities. He turned the page of his book, then pushed his loose hair over his shoulder. His bright blue eyes looked over the words. He leaned back slightly; the soft pillow was cushioning his back. The elf smiled slightly at the description in the book. His mother had given the book to him as a birthday present, and since that day it had remained his favorite book. It was a story about a skilled elf archer who embarked on an adventure across middle earth; his travels are full of wonderful thing and many dangers. Legolas's thoughts trailed back to Mirkwood, and the view from his bedroom window. After his mother died, he had to move in to a different bedroom. He had never liked his room, because it always seemed dark, but his room backed out onto a small garden. This had always been his mothers garden, she had planted many thing in all her long years, and Legolas always tried to keep I nice, but never seemed to have as much time as he would like. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on his door. He looked up from his book; "Come in." The thin mesh door opened but no one came in. Legolas sighed and put the leaf that he used as a bookmark in his book. He got up and walked over to the door and looked down the corridor, but nobody was there. Suddenly he felt grab him from behind, he quickly ducked and turned round. Standing in front of him was Lord Elrond's oldest son, and Legolas's best friend, Elladan. Legolas folded his arms across his chest, and shook his head. Elladan smiled at his friend then began to laugh. "Why are you laughing?" Legolas said flatly. "I got you, you said I never would. But it looks like I proved you wrong." Elladan smile again. The prince of Mirkwood shook his head and unfolded his arms. "You did not get me, I mealy played along with your game." The flatness was still in his tone. Elladan pushed strands of his dark brown hair behind his pointed ears then raised an eyebrow at Legolas's comment. His deep blue eyes flashed as he smiled at his friend again. "You're so fake sometimes. I can tell when you're lying." Legolas shook his head and went and sat back down on his bed. Elladan moved one of the chairs next to the bed, and sat down. "First off, I knew what you were going to do. It was fairly obvious when nobody was waiting in the corridor. That is one of the oldest tricks In the book" Legolas leaned back against his pillow, quite pleased with his evaluation. Elladan huffed and rested his chin in the palm of his hand. The sleeve of his dark red and silver shirt fell down around his elbow. He knew when he was defeated and this was one of those times. "Fine, you win." He said reluctantly. "But I will get you next time guaranteed." Legolas smiled, "No doubt you will, just don't use the same trick. So did you come hear just to trick me, or what?" Elladan sat up and leaned back in the chair and sighed. " I came to see if you wanted to join me in a battle exercise training class." "You're taking training classes?" Legolas said slightly confused. "No, I'm not taking them," Elladan laughed. "I teach the younger members of the Rivendell how to defend themselves and use a bow." Legolas looked at his friend. He was quite surprised that his friend had taken on such a responsibility. "When did you become Mr. responsibility? Last time I checked, you said that you wanted to be prankster of the century." Elladan shifted slightly and crossed his legs. He rested his hands in his lap and laughed nervously. "Yeah, I did say that, didn't I." The prince regarded his friend curiously. He raised an eyebrow, then got off the bed and went and poured himself a glass of water and leaned against the wall. "What did you do this time." Legolas asked with a sigh. Elladan smiled quickly and began to rub the back of his slender hand with his thumb. "Well you know how you told me that it would be a great fun if we put some of that cleansing liquid father uses to clean the medical room in to his shampoo." Legolas looked at Elladan suspiciously; he remembered all to well, for that was the day he had fallen while climbing the rocky cliff faces. Luckily the trees below broke his fall along with a few bones. "Yes, I remember. But that was a very long time ago," " Yes, well I kind of got mad at father and decided to pull that prank." Legolas almost spat out his mouth full of water, he swallowed and looked at his friend. Shock was upon his face; he set his glass on the shelf. "You did what? I hope you knew I was joking?" he had to do his very best not to laugh. His friend sighed and pushed one of his dark braids over his shoulder. "I know you were, and yes before you ask it was funny at the time." "What happened?" Legolas asked as he went and sat back down on his bed. "That cleansing stuff was stronger than I thought. It turned fathers hair yellowish white and, made it go all frizzy." Legolas covered his mouth with his hand, and cleared his throat several times, to stop himself from bursting out with laughter. He could see it all, and the thought of the Lord of Rivendell with frizzy yellow hair was just unbearable. The prince was not going to laugh for his friend's sake, but he was sure that he would laugh about it later when nobody was around. "So what happened after that?" "I got in trouble of course, big trouble. Father had go all the way to Lothlorien to get his hair back to the way it was. When he got back to Rivendell he told me that I needed some responsibility, so he gave me the task of keeping the younger members of Rivendell amused." Legolas nodded, he was glad that his friend had something constructive to keep him occupied. He had always thought that Lord Elrond had never given his children enough responsibility, but this was something else he would never tell anyone. At times he thought about why he judged this, and put it down to envy with the slight hint of jealously, because his father was not as caring as Elrond. Legolas knew that in his own way, his father did care about him, but just did not show it very well. "You didn't get shouted at?" Elladan frowned at Legolas. He huffed slightly and uncrossed his legs and stood up. He straightened his long shirt and his dark gray leggings, then pushed loose strands of dark brown hair away from his slender face. "Do you rely think I could get off that easily? Let's just say that with the mood I got father in, the whole of middle earth probably heard him. And as you can guess, Elrohir thought it most amusing. Arwen told me she caught him spying on father and I." Legolas stood up and went and got his belt off of the back of the chair and fastened I around his waist. "I see he has not changed then." "Yes, my rat of a twin is still the same, some times I wonder if he's rely my twin or if he was fostered to." Legolas smiled and slipped his boots on and quickly braided sections of his hair in the fashion he usually liked. " He is younger than you, that might be the reason." "He's only younger by five minutes, I wouldn't call that a big difference." The prince shrugged and strapped his quiver to his back and picked up his bow. "Are you ready?" Elladan nodded and the two friends walked down the long corridor, until they got out to the main gardens.
The grass was extremely wet and made a soft squelching noise as the elves walked light footed on the wet earth. "My pupils will be happy to see you. They have heard many thing about your great archery skills." Legolas looked at his friend. "And where did they hear this, may I ask?" Elladan smiled, "Me of course, who else would tell them." " I hope you have told them good things about me." The dark hared elf placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Nothing but the best." Legolas smiled, he never doubted his friend, and hoped that he never would have to. Finally the two elves reached the room that Elladan used for a training room. It was right on the edge of the cliff and looked straight out over the waterfalls. The roof was a green color that curved round in to a dome shape; long white pillars supported the roof. Thick dark wood and stone sidings went around the bottom of the pillars and stood about waist high. The two back walls had an array of weapons that were placed on wooden racks. A gentle breeze blew the thin curtains, and the sun shone through the arched windows. The last drops of rain dripped off of the roof and through the windows and on to the soft rugs that covered the floor. Elladan walked over to the weapon racks and unsheathed one of the long knifes, and handed it to Legolas. "It's so light." He spun the knife round several times, then carefully balanced it on his fingertips. "This is a well balanced blade. I take it this is yours." "You are correct, father gave it to me as a gift. I've never used it properly, the only times when it gets used is if I am doing a demonstration." Legolas nodded then unsheathed one of his own knifes and handed it to his friend. "Well lets test it shall we. I hope you don't mind if I use it first." The other elf shrugged, "That's fine. I am the lucky one, you never let anyone use your knifes." Legolas smiled and removed his quiver and hung it up along with his bow, on one of the vacant hooks. "You let me use yours, it is only fair."
The two elves bowed then slowly began circling each other. Elladan mad the first move, he spun round in a graceful arc and spun the blade in a downward slash. Legolas blocked and spun his own weapon around in a complex routine of swift and deadly attacks. Elladan ducked a sideward jab. He rolled over and tripped the other elf, then lunged for Legolas with deadly force. With quick reflexes, Legolas blocked the other weapon with his own and pushed Elladan back fairly hard. He quickly flipped back on to his feet and went over to his friend who had sat down on the floor. "Not tired already I hope" he said with a grin. Elladan laughed, and handed the knife back to Legolas. "You have a good knife Elladan, it is a shame it dose not get used so often." He handed the weapon to his friend. "You are a good match, much more of a challenge than my students. I think they will look forward to seeing you." "I am sure they will. I notice that you have been practicing." Elladan stood up and pushed his hair over his shoulders, "Ready for another round. This time please don't go easy on me." Legolas raised an eyebrow, and smiled at his friend's comment. He walked over to his quiver and drew his second knife. "Who said I was going easy on you?" Elladan now wished that he had not opened his mouth. The elves bowed to each other again, but this time Legolas did not start circling as before. With incredible speed, he brought his two knifes up in a sweeping arc. Elladan was caught off guard and just managed to block the blow, he spun round and aimed a high kick at Legolas. The prince moved to the side and his friend's foot just missed his face, the kick had been so accurate and so close that he felt a rush of air in his ear. Elladan directed another kick in Legolas's direction, and then he quickly brought his blade across in a sideward attack. Legolas responded by spinning the knifes around then bring them in to contact with his friends. The sound of ringing metal filled the air; the prince ducked many attacks. Elladan was really letting his friend have it; finally Legolas got his chance. He dodged a very powerful two handed blow and got behind Elladan, with quick reflexes he pushed his friend from behind. The two elves tumbled to the soft floor. Elladan hit the floor first and Legolas managed to tumble over on to his feet. The prince looked at his friend. Slowly he walked over to the dark hared elf that laid motionless on the floor. When Legolas go in arms reach of his friend, Elladan brought his arm up in a sideward sweep. He hit the prince in the back of the knees; Legolas lost his balance and fell forward. He did his best to not land on Elladan, but still managed to knock the wind out of him. The prince hit the floor with a thud; both elves laid on the floor. "You my dear friend are dead." Elladan looked at Legolas, "I might as well be," he said taking deep breaths. "Did you have to knee me in the stomach?" Legolas began to laugh; he sat up and looked at his friend who was still recovering. "I'm sorry, I did my best to miss you. Maybe next time you will think twice before pulling that stunt again. Oh and another thing," Legolas as he moved over to his friend. He spun his knifes round then brought them down, one on either side of Elladan's head, and only inches away from his ears. "Your dead. One thing you should never do is sit there if you are injured, because next time you will not be getting up" Legolas said with a smile.
Elladan smiled and sat up. Legolas was now standing and extended a hand to help his friend, Elladan excepted Legolas's help; he brushed his cloths off and straightened out his hair. Legolas looked towards the door and saw a group of children looking round the doorframe. He cleared his throat and Elladan looked to the door as well. He smiled at the young elves, then Lord Elrond appeared, with Elrohir was standing next to him. Elrohir was an inch shorter than his brother, but other than that the twins were identical. He wore a dark blue velvet, high collared shirt that had a silver vine design that went round the collar, across the shoulders and down the long flared sleeves. He also wore matching dark blue leggings, and black boots with a silver leaf design that had been worked into the leather. Elrohir's hair was done differently to his brothers, instead of braids; he had sections of his long dark brown hair in a twisted spiral fashion. The younger elf stood just behind his father, he had his arms crossed and a very displeased look on is slender face. Elrond smiled at his son. Legolas bowed his head and noticed Elrohir glaring at him. "So what brings you hear father?" Elladan asked with a smile. "I just need to talk to Legolas for a moment, then you can continue with your lesson." Elladan bowed his head and walked over to where Elrohir was standing. 'What's wrong with you?" Elladan asked with a smile. Elrohir scoffed and glared at his brother, "You know what's wrong, so don't play that game with me." "What have I supposedly done this time" The elder elf replied. Elrohir laughed and uncrossed his arms, "ah my dear brother, playing dumb doesn't suit you and neither dose leaving your tactical battle plans out on your desk, and not having them finished. Father made me finish them and tidy your study." "Oh rely," Elladan said as he crossed his arms across his chest. "And what were you doing in my study?" The younger elf looked around quickly then at his brother; Elladan gave Elrohir an unpleased look. "Look, that's besides the point, but I got in trouble, because I kind of had an accident." "What kind of accident Elrohir?" Elladan asked slightly worried, his expression changing slightly as he spoke. "Well I accidentally knocked over the bottle of ink over, all over the rug and your work." Elladan's blue eyes widened, "You what? From know on don't go near my study or any of my stuff." Elrohir brushed one of his long dark twisted braids over his shoulder, "Well, don't leave you study door open." "I didn't," Elladan replied. Elrohir huffed and stormed out of the room.
"I have some good news for you Legolas." Elrond said with a smile. The prince bowed his head then smiled at The Rivendell lord. "What good news do you bring for me, my Lord." "The council chamber has been cleared and the meeting will be held later this evening. I hope that is satisfactory." "That is most excellent, I am very, very great full. On behalf of the elves of Mirkwood I thank you my lord." Legolas bowed again and smiled, Lord Elrond did the same. As he turned, Lord Elrond was in time to see his youngest son storm out of the room. Elrond walked over to his eldest son and stopped for a minute. "Where is Elrohir go, I was hoping that he could help me in the library." Elladan shrugged, "I don't know father, I think he said he was going to go talk to Arwen." Elrond sighed, "The council meeting is going to be later tonight, I will see you there." The younger elf bowed and The Rivendell lord disappeared round the corner. Elladan walked over to Legolas, "Well my friend, it looks like luck is on your side." He said with a smile, Legolas turned to his friend. "I am sorry, but I must prepare for tonight. I will see you there my friend." Elladan smiled and watched as Legolas went and collected his gear. The prince began to make his way back to his room, he was happy that the council meeting was going to be held. He turned the corner and was surprised to see Aragorn sitting on the floor outside of his room. As soon as Aragorn saw Legolas he stood up, there was something troubling the man, Legolas could see it in the rangers eyes. "Aragorn, what's wrong?" The elf asked concerned. The ranger was relived to see the prince. "Legolas there's something I nee to tell you."