AN: It has been quiet for far too long ,so now that I have the time, I will
try to end this story.
Chapter 5: Living among them
"I am Gandalf, your people gave me the name Mithrandir."
Legolas was in awe. Every elf knew the reputation of this Wizard. It was an honor to finally get to meet him in person. And he wanted to learn him something. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea afterall.
"Don't flatter yourself too much, Legolas. You are eager and willing to learn, but that is not that uncommon for an elf. But the fact that you want to learn through experience is different and I will help you achieve this."
"Teach me then, if you wish."
"Go and talk to the people around you. Get to know them through their words and deeds. Be calm and keep to yourself. You don't want all attention drawn to you immediatly."
Legolas nodded and walked outside. He didn't like the town too much, because of all the buildings, all made of cold stone. He walked more heavily than usual, having already learned that this was the manner of humans. Nobody took notice of him and that was the way he wanted it. He didn't know if he was ready to deal with the Men of this town.
When he saw a line of weaponry outside one of the houses in the middle of town he took the time to look at them. It was beautiful craftmanship, almost as good as elven. When he weighed one of the swords in his hand, a Man came to him in a hurry.
"Good grieve, boy! What are you doing! Put that sword back, it is much too heavy for one so young as you."
"I am not as young as I look, sir. This sword is fantastic and not too difficult to wield. You are very good in what you do, I complement you."
"Thank you. You know a bit of weaponry then?"
"Not very much, but I know fine craftmanship when I see it."
"I could use a hand here. I don't make only weaponry, I'm a blacksmith. But I can't pay anyone, the time is rough."
"I can only imagine. Sir, I want to help you, without payment. Just give me the material to produce my own weapons."
"Good, why not? Come with me."
And so began his first day as a blacksmith. He worked the redhot iron into hubble irons or weaponry. The smith was quite taken with him after his first job.
"You are a good lad, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Certainly."
His blonde hair was almost black and he had sooth all over his face and clothes, but he was happy. People accepted him, he could pass for human. "Mithrandir! I did as you asked and it worked greatly! I am the apprentice of a blacksmith."
"Ah! That is well done. Now, tonight we go to a tavern, to learn about the night activities. They will all be close to you, so you will have to be on your best behavior. Go unnoticed tonight and you have passed yet another test."
They sat at a table in the corner of a tavern and they drank a bitter beer. Nobody looked at them oddly, and Legolas was glad that he had passed the test.
In the next days Legolas pondered over the words of the Wizard. He went to work and business never worked so well. His speed allowed the blacksmith to close a bit early, much to his pleasure. Legolas worked on, to craft his own daggers and arrow points. At night he walked into taverns where he talked to men that also came from work, exchanging experiences. The towns people got to know him and they liked the stranger.
The Wizard looked upand the enthousiasm of the young elf and was satisfied. He would be a good king once the time was ripe.
Legolas forged his daggers and even learned how to make one of the finest bows. He had found his world, he was actually quite happy with his normal way of life. In the evening he mingled among people and then came back home to Mithrandir to learn, he heared the most incredible stories. Time passed fast in those days.
Chapter 5: Living among them
"I am Gandalf, your people gave me the name Mithrandir."
Legolas was in awe. Every elf knew the reputation of this Wizard. It was an honor to finally get to meet him in person. And he wanted to learn him something. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea afterall.
"Don't flatter yourself too much, Legolas. You are eager and willing to learn, but that is not that uncommon for an elf. But the fact that you want to learn through experience is different and I will help you achieve this."
"Teach me then, if you wish."
"Go and talk to the people around you. Get to know them through their words and deeds. Be calm and keep to yourself. You don't want all attention drawn to you immediatly."
Legolas nodded and walked outside. He didn't like the town too much, because of all the buildings, all made of cold stone. He walked more heavily than usual, having already learned that this was the manner of humans. Nobody took notice of him and that was the way he wanted it. He didn't know if he was ready to deal with the Men of this town.
When he saw a line of weaponry outside one of the houses in the middle of town he took the time to look at them. It was beautiful craftmanship, almost as good as elven. When he weighed one of the swords in his hand, a Man came to him in a hurry.
"Good grieve, boy! What are you doing! Put that sword back, it is much too heavy for one so young as you."
"I am not as young as I look, sir. This sword is fantastic and not too difficult to wield. You are very good in what you do, I complement you."
"Thank you. You know a bit of weaponry then?"
"Not very much, but I know fine craftmanship when I see it."
"I could use a hand here. I don't make only weaponry, I'm a blacksmith. But I can't pay anyone, the time is rough."
"I can only imagine. Sir, I want to help you, without payment. Just give me the material to produce my own weapons."
"Good, why not? Come with me."
And so began his first day as a blacksmith. He worked the redhot iron into hubble irons or weaponry. The smith was quite taken with him after his first job.
"You are a good lad, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Certainly."
His blonde hair was almost black and he had sooth all over his face and clothes, but he was happy. People accepted him, he could pass for human. "Mithrandir! I did as you asked and it worked greatly! I am the apprentice of a blacksmith."
"Ah! That is well done. Now, tonight we go to a tavern, to learn about the night activities. They will all be close to you, so you will have to be on your best behavior. Go unnoticed tonight and you have passed yet another test."
They sat at a table in the corner of a tavern and they drank a bitter beer. Nobody looked at them oddly, and Legolas was glad that he had passed the test.
In the next days Legolas pondered over the words of the Wizard. He went to work and business never worked so well. His speed allowed the blacksmith to close a bit early, much to his pleasure. Legolas worked on, to craft his own daggers and arrow points. At night he walked into taverns where he talked to men that also came from work, exchanging experiences. The towns people got to know him and they liked the stranger.
The Wizard looked upand the enthousiasm of the young elf and was satisfied. He would be a good king once the time was ripe.
Legolas forged his daggers and even learned how to make one of the finest bows. He had found his world, he was actually quite happy with his normal way of life. In the evening he mingled among people and then came back home to Mithrandir to learn, he heared the most incredible stories. Time passed fast in those days.