((Author's note: Oh my goodness, it has been a very long time
hasn't it? Dear Valar! I am so very sorry. I will also try to stop using
the. thee's and thou's. I just read the Silmarillion, and well, it isn't
like that at all! A thousand pardons. Now. on with the Maiden's of
Lorien!))
:::Quick hint::: Alkcorion is still in his daze. We are exploring the handsome elf's mind. Oh goody. ((Plus I have added a few more comedies to this chapter. I love it. Let me know what you think.))
The two elves sauntered into the palace; and were asked to wait upon King Thranduil's arrival. Alkcorion scratched the back of his leg with his bow while he waited impatiently. He would have kept doing this if Donturion hadn't punched him in the arm when the King and Prince walked in. A sheepish grin spread across Alkcorion's face.
'Thanks bro for the bruise that you caused me,' Alkcorion sent a silent message to his brother. ((Few elves have this talent, but for these two. I guess they got lucky.))
'You are quite welcome. Now pay attention idiot.' Donturion quickly straightened and awaited the King to speak.
Thranduil took a seat and motioned for the two brothers to kneel. They did so and then silently exchanged glances. Alkcorion, whom was still learning the ways of the elves, had a hard time listening to King Thranduil's instructions. After all, why would he need to know what the Prince would need and what not. He didn't even care; all he knew is that he wanted to kick some serious orc butt.
"Alkcorion?"
Alkcorion snapped back into reality and realized that he had strung his bow and looked as if he was going to kill an orc. He heard the Prince laugh and his father chuckle. The ambitious archer blushed slightly and let his hand fall to his side with the arrow. :Oh goodie, another blooper. Must be my lucky day.: His heart sank as he watched Legolas' snicker die down to a wily grin.
After a long list of precautions to the young Elven Prince, they were soon off to the stables. Legolas, fortunately, had only need of one pack horse. As usual, he insisted in having his favorite white stallion. Legolas silently alighted to his horse and whispered in its hear. The white horse began to move off in a pleasant walk. Instead of waiting, he left the task of tacking up to the other two. Alkcorion began to grunt in disgust, but was quickly reminded by smart smack on the head. Rubbing his head, Alkcorion returned the punch. Unfortunately for him, Donturion knew his plot and had ducked, letting his brother's hand smack into the iron stall door. A few elven curses escaped the lips of the hot tempered elf, as he danced around rubbing his hand. Donturion stood and practically fell to the ground laughing.
They would have continued their mock fights and puns, if a very impatient Prince hadn't cleared his throat. "Excuse me gentlemen, are we or are we not going on a hunt?"
"Many pardons your Highness. We are ready now." Donturion had just managed to scrape up an excuse.
As they left the stables, the rest of the company, 200 to be exact, awaited the three. The company started out on their adventure through the cool and dark forest of Mirkwood. As they approached a small stream, they dismounted and let their mounts have a drink. Jeste plunged his head in and drank. The white stallion, Fea*, daintily lowered his head in and avoided the leaves that drifted by. Alkcorion chuckled and pat his horse on his sleek neck.
'Not much of a horse is he Jeste?' (( Not only could Alkcorion talk with his mind to his brother, but also to his horse.))
'Ugh, the useless prick. Bet he has never even thought of getting one of his ethereal hooves in the mud. Good gracious, it might leave a stain! I can't wait till we cross the swampy area.'
Alkcorion laughed heartedly and returned to kicking the leaves away from his feet. The cool water was refreshing. Suddenly a coarsely cut arrow darted past Fea's ear. The horse reared and struck out in fear.
((Sorry to leave you hanging, but I have to regain all of my thoughts. And my reviewers. I missed you guys terribly. Thanks for the e- mail Elenor! Everybody Review please!!! This way I know if you like it or not!))
*Fea- Spirit
:::Quick hint::: Alkcorion is still in his daze. We are exploring the handsome elf's mind. Oh goody. ((Plus I have added a few more comedies to this chapter. I love it. Let me know what you think.))
The two elves sauntered into the palace; and were asked to wait upon King Thranduil's arrival. Alkcorion scratched the back of his leg with his bow while he waited impatiently. He would have kept doing this if Donturion hadn't punched him in the arm when the King and Prince walked in. A sheepish grin spread across Alkcorion's face.
'Thanks bro for the bruise that you caused me,' Alkcorion sent a silent message to his brother. ((Few elves have this talent, but for these two. I guess they got lucky.))
'You are quite welcome. Now pay attention idiot.' Donturion quickly straightened and awaited the King to speak.
Thranduil took a seat and motioned for the two brothers to kneel. They did so and then silently exchanged glances. Alkcorion, whom was still learning the ways of the elves, had a hard time listening to King Thranduil's instructions. After all, why would he need to know what the Prince would need and what not. He didn't even care; all he knew is that he wanted to kick some serious orc butt.
"Alkcorion?"
Alkcorion snapped back into reality and realized that he had strung his bow and looked as if he was going to kill an orc. He heard the Prince laugh and his father chuckle. The ambitious archer blushed slightly and let his hand fall to his side with the arrow. :Oh goodie, another blooper. Must be my lucky day.: His heart sank as he watched Legolas' snicker die down to a wily grin.
After a long list of precautions to the young Elven Prince, they were soon off to the stables. Legolas, fortunately, had only need of one pack horse. As usual, he insisted in having his favorite white stallion. Legolas silently alighted to his horse and whispered in its hear. The white horse began to move off in a pleasant walk. Instead of waiting, he left the task of tacking up to the other two. Alkcorion began to grunt in disgust, but was quickly reminded by smart smack on the head. Rubbing his head, Alkcorion returned the punch. Unfortunately for him, Donturion knew his plot and had ducked, letting his brother's hand smack into the iron stall door. A few elven curses escaped the lips of the hot tempered elf, as he danced around rubbing his hand. Donturion stood and practically fell to the ground laughing.
They would have continued their mock fights and puns, if a very impatient Prince hadn't cleared his throat. "Excuse me gentlemen, are we or are we not going on a hunt?"
"Many pardons your Highness. We are ready now." Donturion had just managed to scrape up an excuse.
As they left the stables, the rest of the company, 200 to be exact, awaited the three. The company started out on their adventure through the cool and dark forest of Mirkwood. As they approached a small stream, they dismounted and let their mounts have a drink. Jeste plunged his head in and drank. The white stallion, Fea*, daintily lowered his head in and avoided the leaves that drifted by. Alkcorion chuckled and pat his horse on his sleek neck.
'Not much of a horse is he Jeste?' (( Not only could Alkcorion talk with his mind to his brother, but also to his horse.))
'Ugh, the useless prick. Bet he has never even thought of getting one of his ethereal hooves in the mud. Good gracious, it might leave a stain! I can't wait till we cross the swampy area.'
Alkcorion laughed heartedly and returned to kicking the leaves away from his feet. The cool water was refreshing. Suddenly a coarsely cut arrow darted past Fea's ear. The horse reared and struck out in fear.
((Sorry to leave you hanging, but I have to regain all of my thoughts. And my reviewers. I missed you guys terribly. Thanks for the e- mail Elenor! Everybody Review please!!! This way I know if you like it or not!))
*Fea- Spirit
