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writer - I just have some random thoughts which I choose to inflict on the
rest of the world! Facts will more than likely be incorrect as I haven't got
my books to hand. Feel free to point them out and I shall do my best to
correct them!
The news hung in the air, impossible to take in. King Thranduil gazed at the messenger standing before him in shock.
"Sire?" the man asked, concerned.
"Leave me" the king replied in a voice which was barely audible.
The elf turned on his heel and left the room. Thranduil grabbed a hold of a table as he felt his legs go weak. His son, his Legolas had been chosen by Lord Elrond to take part in a mission which would surely cost him his life.
The king made it over to a chair which he promptly sank into. He was in a state of complete and utter disbelief. All he could think of was the fact that it was all his fault, he had as good as killed his own son. After all, he had been the one to send Legolas to Rivendell as Mirkwood's representative. If he had only known what the outcome would be then he would have gone himself.
According to Elrond's messenger, the group were travelling to Mordor in order to destroy the One Ring. To Thranduil's mind, this was suicide and he would never again set eyes upon the son he loved. He leaned forward in the chair, resting his head in his hands as despair and overcame him.
**Yes I know it's short but I really don't know if I should continue with it. It's one of those things that could be left alone I guess. Constructive criticism would be wonderful. Mean comments are probably deserved but not quite so welcome!