Haldir had no TV, so when Legolas moved past the windows with the
stacks of blaring screens, he stopped in his tracks, transfixed.
"Elrond..."
He'd have known Elrond anywhere. The steeply sloping eyebrows that were his signature feature; the chiseled cheekbones and set chin that gave him away as being one with a strong sense of determination. Legolas felt suddenly extremely self concious, with his golden shoulder-length hair pulled back behind his head in a tight ponytail. The mere image of his former mentor could create a sense of guilt in him. But he was glad to see his face again. Absently, he touched the glass.
Lord Elrond was speaking into a microphone held by some woman with the news agency. His name flashed across the screen and Legolas committed it to memory: Morey Jules.
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Hours later, he sat in Haldir's study tapping a pen against the cluttered desktop. The paper that lay in front of him was still empty. He was not good at writing as Haldir was; it was somewhat of a chore to organize his thoughts. Well, that's not quite true, he thought. He could think perfectly clearly. But to transfer his thoughts to another through words... That was the difficult part.
Morey Jules. It sounded like a movie star's name. He wondered what Elrond was doing with himself. After all, elves had to find ways to busy themselves so that their infinite time may pass more quickly. Otherwise, the boredom would drive them mad. Or worse, to deep and bottomless depression.
"Dear Elrond,
It has been too long since I last saw you! You've been so long
away. All of us have grown apart. How are you? I bear bad news. It
seems that Haldir and I have been found out. We've been getting these
letters in the mail, threatening us. What shall we do?
You were always quick and wise in your advice. Once again, I
seek your council.
I wish to see you again, my good lord. Please, you must come
and visit us someday or other... You are always welcome here! And I
know you would love it.
Sincerely yours,
Legolas, former Prince of Mirkwood"
It wasn't a brilliant letter. He knew that; it was short and to the point. He smiled to himself. Perhaps Elrond would respond. Perhaps he would visit, even! That was something to look forward to.
Finally, there was something to actually look forward to!
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Chibi Legolas: Thanks to all my reviewers!!
Imbefaniel: How can elves be in the future when they grow older? ^_^ If Arda was in the future, the elves must then grow younger, no? Seems only logical. ^_^ And when have elves been people to leave behind any kind of trace? I believe that if they have chosen to disappear, disappear they will! Us meager humans could not comprehend the vast extent of their magic. ^_^ Anyways, that's my view and thank you for sharing yours! Look forward to reading more of your stuff!
Well, that's all for now. ^_^ Updates as soon as I am able!! Taaa!
He'd have known Elrond anywhere. The steeply sloping eyebrows that were his signature feature; the chiseled cheekbones and set chin that gave him away as being one with a strong sense of determination. Legolas felt suddenly extremely self concious, with his golden shoulder-length hair pulled back behind his head in a tight ponytail. The mere image of his former mentor could create a sense of guilt in him. But he was glad to see his face again. Absently, he touched the glass.
Lord Elrond was speaking into a microphone held by some woman with the news agency. His name flashed across the screen and Legolas committed it to memory: Morey Jules.
------------------- --------------------- ----------------------
Hours later, he sat in Haldir's study tapping a pen against the cluttered desktop. The paper that lay in front of him was still empty. He was not good at writing as Haldir was; it was somewhat of a chore to organize his thoughts. Well, that's not quite true, he thought. He could think perfectly clearly. But to transfer his thoughts to another through words... That was the difficult part.
Morey Jules. It sounded like a movie star's name. He wondered what Elrond was doing with himself. After all, elves had to find ways to busy themselves so that their infinite time may pass more quickly. Otherwise, the boredom would drive them mad. Or worse, to deep and bottomless depression.
"Dear Elrond,
It has been too long since I last saw you! You've been so long
away. All of us have grown apart. How are you? I bear bad news. It
seems that Haldir and I have been found out. We've been getting these
letters in the mail, threatening us. What shall we do?
You were always quick and wise in your advice. Once again, I
seek your council.
I wish to see you again, my good lord. Please, you must come
and visit us someday or other... You are always welcome here! And I
know you would love it.
Sincerely yours,
Legolas, former Prince of Mirkwood"
It wasn't a brilliant letter. He knew that; it was short and to the point. He smiled to himself. Perhaps Elrond would respond. Perhaps he would visit, even! That was something to look forward to.
Finally, there was something to actually look forward to!
_____________-------------------------_____________----------------------- _____________
Chibi Legolas: Thanks to all my reviewers!!
Imbefaniel: How can elves be in the future when they grow older? ^_^ If Arda was in the future, the elves must then grow younger, no? Seems only logical. ^_^ And when have elves been people to leave behind any kind of trace? I believe that if they have chosen to disappear, disappear they will! Us meager humans could not comprehend the vast extent of their magic. ^_^ Anyways, that's my view and thank you for sharing yours! Look forward to reading more of your stuff!
Well, that's all for now. ^_^ Updates as soon as I am able!! Taaa!
