"Legolas, for the last time, you can not go out on patrol on your own," King Thranduil said. This was the hardest part of his day. Legolas was the youngest out of his four sons. Alca was the oldest, then it was Runya, Feaelen, and then Legolas. Since Legolas was the youngest, he couldn't do much on his own. This time, Legolas want to go on patrol by himself in the Mirkwood forest.
"Why not adar?" Legolas said coldly. This wasn't fair. He was 200 years old. "Alca was the same age as me when he got to go on patrol by himself."
"That was when we didn't have any trouble with the spiders."
"It's not fair, adar. Why are you still treating me like I'm a child!" Legolas had enough of this. He was tired of being treated by his father, brothers, and all the other elves of Mirkwood. He would go on patrol by himself, permission or not.
"You are 200 years old. Still a child to us. You are my youngest son, Legolas, and I don't want you to get hurt."
Legolas then had an idea. One he knew his father would not pass up. "If you send me on patrol this time, I will stay here till you think I'm old enough to go out on my own."
"Legolas..."
"Adar, how will I know if I'm good enough if I can't go by myself!"
"He as a point," a voice said.
Legolas turned around and saw Alca. Of corse his brother would be here. All he did was torment Legolas about being younger and weaker.
"Why don't you let him go by himself. If he survives, then he could go by himself."
"Why Alca, when did you take my side?" Legolas asked.
"Little brother, I want you to be the strongest elf in Mirkwood. You already out did Runya with your archy. (is that how you spell it?) I want you to out do me in fighting." He smiled at Legolas and then looked at his father. "How does that sound, adar?"
"I guess I can. You may go Legolas. I want you to be back before the moon reaches it's highest peek."
Legolas smiled and hugged his father. "Thank you adar. Thank you Alca." He ran out of the room, happy as a kid.
"I hope I made the right choice," Thranduil said, sitting down.
Alca walked up to his father and looked him in the eye. "As much as I like tormenting him, he needs to be free. Ever since mother died, you wouldn't let him do anything fun."
"I promised Vanya I would watch over her sons. Legolas looks so much like her, I'm afraid he's going to get hurt."
"Don't worry about him adar. He grew up with three older brothers who would fight with him everyday. If he can fight us, he can fight anything."
"I hope you're right. I hope you're right." Thranduil watched as Alca walked out of the room. He still had a bad feeling, but Alca was right. Legolas needed to be free. He just hoped Legolas would be okay.
"Why not adar?" Legolas said coldly. This wasn't fair. He was 200 years old. "Alca was the same age as me when he got to go on patrol by himself."
"That was when we didn't have any trouble with the spiders."
"It's not fair, adar. Why are you still treating me like I'm a child!" Legolas had enough of this. He was tired of being treated by his father, brothers, and all the other elves of Mirkwood. He would go on patrol by himself, permission or not.
"You are 200 years old. Still a child to us. You are my youngest son, Legolas, and I don't want you to get hurt."
Legolas then had an idea. One he knew his father would not pass up. "If you send me on patrol this time, I will stay here till you think I'm old enough to go out on my own."
"Legolas..."
"Adar, how will I know if I'm good enough if I can't go by myself!"
"He as a point," a voice said.
Legolas turned around and saw Alca. Of corse his brother would be here. All he did was torment Legolas about being younger and weaker.
"Why don't you let him go by himself. If he survives, then he could go by himself."
"Why Alca, when did you take my side?" Legolas asked.
"Little brother, I want you to be the strongest elf in Mirkwood. You already out did Runya with your archy. (is that how you spell it?) I want you to out do me in fighting." He smiled at Legolas and then looked at his father. "How does that sound, adar?"
"I guess I can. You may go Legolas. I want you to be back before the moon reaches it's highest peek."
Legolas smiled and hugged his father. "Thank you adar. Thank you Alca." He ran out of the room, happy as a kid.
"I hope I made the right choice," Thranduil said, sitting down.
Alca walked up to his father and looked him in the eye. "As much as I like tormenting him, he needs to be free. Ever since mother died, you wouldn't let him do anything fun."
"I promised Vanya I would watch over her sons. Legolas looks so much like her, I'm afraid he's going to get hurt."
"Don't worry about him adar. He grew up with three older brothers who would fight with him everyday. If he can fight us, he can fight anything."
"I hope you're right. I hope you're right." Thranduil watched as Alca walked out of the room. He still had a bad feeling, but Alca was right. Legolas needed to be free. He just hoped Legolas would be okay.