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@Silian-How could I kill a young foal? Their so cute and... well... fluffy! Thanx 4 reviewing!
@Princess Arwen Evenstar-Aww! Thank u!
Again, thanks for the reviews u guys! They make my day! Really! (I know, I don't have a life) By the way, this story takes place before LOTR.
Chapter 3
Otrinity's body was much warmer then Legolas had thought. Her coat gleamed in the sunlight, now dry of sweat and dew that clung to the morning grass. She seemed to grin whenever she looked towards Legolas, not just with her fine mouth but with those bright eyes as well.
Legolas packed up his satchels and flasks into a single large bag that he carried over his shoulder. He also took a bow that seemed hidden against the tree and a quiver that sat against it. They were nothing special, but definitely used quite often. When he was done, he looked like a traveling warrior. However, with Otrinity keeping the same pace at his side, he looked like a young elf with a pet.
Legolas hadn't expected Otrinity to follow him. He thought she would wander the woods feeding off the streams and brooks. Then again, why wouldn't she? She had no true home and nobody to take care of her, plus those hunters may still be out there searching for her, Valar knows why. Legolas quickly accepted her company, but was unsure how his father would take this news.
Legolas had helped young animals before and they had followed him home. Twice Thranduil disagreed. He even had his captains take one of the creatures away while Legolas was asleep. Thranduil was not too fond of pets. He doesn't even enjoy horseback riding unless he has to. Legolas shuddered at the thought of what he would say when he brought a foal home.
As he made his way through the tangles of trees, he began to wonder how he was going to raise this young foal. He could feed her the Oxen milk from the maid house until she was able to graze. It shouldn't be much different then the milk her mother would have given her.
Otrinity whinnied every now and then and gave a little prance, obviously happy to be with Legolas. He smiled at her and stroked her neck as they continued on. When they came across as stream that winded through the wide tree trunks, they stopped to drink. Legolas filled his flask while Otrinity sniffed at the flowing waters, as if for the first time.
They were soon on their way once more, crossing the final frontier to the Mirkwood kingdom. Soon, the two reached the edge of a large and vast clearing. Legolas grinned to see his home standing upon many others in it. There was a low wall surrounding it and a large gate with two elves standing guard. He passed inside the city with Otrinity shrinking close to his side. People waved to him kindly with a stunned yet caring glance at the newborn foal. Legolas would smile and wave back. Every now and then he would have to nudge Otrinity along when she would stop and stare up at the towers and thatched roofs.
Soon, Legolas and Otrinity were approaching the palace gate where a short stone bridge crossed a bubbling brook. They crossed and entered.
The walls stretched high, decorated with colorful tapestries and paintings. Ancient swords and helmets hung on some of the walls, along with portraits of elder kings and queens. Legolas rounded three corners before finally reaching the throne hall where his father normally spent most of his day. At the end of the long carpet that reached across the floor however, the king's chair sat empty.
"Legolas?" asked a voice. Legolas winced when he heard a hint of anger in it. He turned, seeing his father at the doorway.
He had gleaming white hair and long, crafting fingers that clutched the doorframe. His nose was long and straight, his face carved with few wrinkles that crumpled on his forehead.
"Father." said Legolas appropriately, bowing slightly as well. Otrinity shivered at his side, fear creeping into her mind again.
His father entered the chamber, slowly, with his fists clenched at his sides. "And who is this?" he asked, his piercing gaze falling on Otrinity who hid behind Legolas's legs.
"Otrinity." answered Legolas calmly. "A foal from the forest. Her mother..." Legolas paused, seeing anger flare up in his father's eyes.
"You know how much I disagree to pets." He grumbled, standing now with his arms crossed.
"Yes sir, but-"
"What makes this time any different?" Legolas paused, scrambling to think of what to say.
"Her mother was murdered in the woods, sir." He answered clumsily.
"So? All horses will die at a time." Thranduil's face looked so cold and uncaring. A long, faltering pause filled the air around them.
"I want to keep her." answered Legolas. "Because, because..." he felt stuck. Then it came to him. "Because she's so much like me."
Rage flared up in Thranduil's eyes as he said it. Otrinity shuddered at Legolas's side.
"Take it back." he growled. Then, he wheeled around and stormed out of the chamber.
Suddenly, Otrinity burst from Legolas's side, bolting past Thranduil, out of the palace and back into Mirkwood forest. Legolas could only stare after her.
@Silian-How could I kill a young foal? Their so cute and... well... fluffy! Thanx 4 reviewing!
@Princess Arwen Evenstar-Aww! Thank u!
Again, thanks for the reviews u guys! They make my day! Really! (I know, I don't have a life) By the way, this story takes place before LOTR.
Chapter 3
Otrinity's body was much warmer then Legolas had thought. Her coat gleamed in the sunlight, now dry of sweat and dew that clung to the morning grass. She seemed to grin whenever she looked towards Legolas, not just with her fine mouth but with those bright eyes as well.
Legolas packed up his satchels and flasks into a single large bag that he carried over his shoulder. He also took a bow that seemed hidden against the tree and a quiver that sat against it. They were nothing special, but definitely used quite often. When he was done, he looked like a traveling warrior. However, with Otrinity keeping the same pace at his side, he looked like a young elf with a pet.
Legolas hadn't expected Otrinity to follow him. He thought she would wander the woods feeding off the streams and brooks. Then again, why wouldn't she? She had no true home and nobody to take care of her, plus those hunters may still be out there searching for her, Valar knows why. Legolas quickly accepted her company, but was unsure how his father would take this news.
Legolas had helped young animals before and they had followed him home. Twice Thranduil disagreed. He even had his captains take one of the creatures away while Legolas was asleep. Thranduil was not too fond of pets. He doesn't even enjoy horseback riding unless he has to. Legolas shuddered at the thought of what he would say when he brought a foal home.
As he made his way through the tangles of trees, he began to wonder how he was going to raise this young foal. He could feed her the Oxen milk from the maid house until she was able to graze. It shouldn't be much different then the milk her mother would have given her.
Otrinity whinnied every now and then and gave a little prance, obviously happy to be with Legolas. He smiled at her and stroked her neck as they continued on. When they came across as stream that winded through the wide tree trunks, they stopped to drink. Legolas filled his flask while Otrinity sniffed at the flowing waters, as if for the first time.
They were soon on their way once more, crossing the final frontier to the Mirkwood kingdom. Soon, the two reached the edge of a large and vast clearing. Legolas grinned to see his home standing upon many others in it. There was a low wall surrounding it and a large gate with two elves standing guard. He passed inside the city with Otrinity shrinking close to his side. People waved to him kindly with a stunned yet caring glance at the newborn foal. Legolas would smile and wave back. Every now and then he would have to nudge Otrinity along when she would stop and stare up at the towers and thatched roofs.
Soon, Legolas and Otrinity were approaching the palace gate where a short stone bridge crossed a bubbling brook. They crossed and entered.
The walls stretched high, decorated with colorful tapestries and paintings. Ancient swords and helmets hung on some of the walls, along with portraits of elder kings and queens. Legolas rounded three corners before finally reaching the throne hall where his father normally spent most of his day. At the end of the long carpet that reached across the floor however, the king's chair sat empty.
"Legolas?" asked a voice. Legolas winced when he heard a hint of anger in it. He turned, seeing his father at the doorway.
He had gleaming white hair and long, crafting fingers that clutched the doorframe. His nose was long and straight, his face carved with few wrinkles that crumpled on his forehead.
"Father." said Legolas appropriately, bowing slightly as well. Otrinity shivered at his side, fear creeping into her mind again.
His father entered the chamber, slowly, with his fists clenched at his sides. "And who is this?" he asked, his piercing gaze falling on Otrinity who hid behind Legolas's legs.
"Otrinity." answered Legolas calmly. "A foal from the forest. Her mother..." Legolas paused, seeing anger flare up in his father's eyes.
"You know how much I disagree to pets." He grumbled, standing now with his arms crossed.
"Yes sir, but-"
"What makes this time any different?" Legolas paused, scrambling to think of what to say.
"Her mother was murdered in the woods, sir." He answered clumsily.
"So? All horses will die at a time." Thranduil's face looked so cold and uncaring. A long, faltering pause filled the air around them.
"I want to keep her." answered Legolas. "Because, because..." he felt stuck. Then it came to him. "Because she's so much like me."
Rage flared up in Thranduil's eyes as he said it. Otrinity shuddered at Legolas's side.
"Take it back." he growled. Then, he wheeled around and stormed out of the chamber.
Suddenly, Otrinity burst from Legolas's side, bolting past Thranduil, out of the palace and back into Mirkwood forest. Legolas could only stare after her.
