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No Problem?
Smeagol was taken prisoner and for many a month all went well. Soon, the fair days of summer came and the elves felt quite piteous of the poor creature, thus letting him climb the tall trees of Mirkwood for fresher air in fairer days.
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"How goes the affair with Smeagol, brother?" asked Ithilwen.
Legolas turned from the open window to look at his sister, who stood in the oak doorway of his chamber. Her light hair, so like his own, waved in the gentle breeze behind her, her wide blue eyes full of question.
He smiled, "All goes well," and turned back toward the velvet sky sprinkled with flecks of gold outside.
"Really? It has been said that Smeagol went climbing again today and refused to return to the ground," she answered mischievously.
""Tis true, I admit but I foretell no problem."
"Oh? You see the future now?"
He laughed again, "Why all these questions tonight?".
"For your own good, Father trusts you. Arda trusts you. They do not expect failure."
"Worry not, I shan't let father d-" His sentence was cut short by a piercing whistle, a whistle signifying that trouble was brewing.
Legolas turned to his right, grabbing his long knife and knotting it about his waist. He then snatched up his quiver and bow and leapt through his open window into the darkness below. In his hasted, he had not noticed a silent figure follow him.
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No Problem?
Smeagol was taken prisoner and for many a month all went well. Soon, the fair days of summer came and the elves felt quite piteous of the poor creature, thus letting him climb the tall trees of Mirkwood for fresher air in fairer days.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"How goes the affair with Smeagol, brother?" asked Ithilwen.
Legolas turned from the open window to look at his sister, who stood in the oak doorway of his chamber. Her light hair, so like his own, waved in the gentle breeze behind her, her wide blue eyes full of question.
He smiled, "All goes well," and turned back toward the velvet sky sprinkled with flecks of gold outside.
"Really? It has been said that Smeagol went climbing again today and refused to return to the ground," she answered mischievously.
""Tis true, I admit but I foretell no problem."
"Oh? You see the future now?"
He laughed again, "Why all these questions tonight?".
"For your own good, Father trusts you. Arda trusts you. They do not expect failure."
"Worry not, I shan't let father d-" His sentence was cut short by a piercing whistle, a whistle signifying that trouble was brewing.
Legolas turned to his right, grabbing his long knife and knotting it about his waist. He then snatched up his quiver and bow and leapt through his open window into the darkness below. In his hasted, he had not noticed a silent figure follow him.
Love it, like it, hate it? Review (or flame me)! Let me know of your opinions, ideas, comments, etc. And if you notice any mistakes (such as in details or spelling), please tell me, either by review or email. Email me at silwenaurdomiel@yahoo.com!
