A blanket of fog laid over Mirkwood, giving it a dismal mood. Though not the kind of dismal as in school dismal, more as in the ominous dismal. The soft sound of hooves emerged from the mist, and Prince Legolas looked up in exuberance. His friends from Rivendell where finally coming! He thought, happily. About time too. He could use some cheering from the twins and Arwen.
"Prince Legolas!" said Elrond, greeting him, and hugging the small elf. "You've grown a lot!"
"Uh-huh!" Legolas said happily. "I'm gonna be king soon!"
"No you aren't!" Arwen giggled. "Your dadda's immortal, he's gonna live forever!"
"Oh." Said Legolas. But his heart fell like a falling star. By the way, falling stars can be viewed commonly in the desert, they're really quite pretty. But it should be dark outside to see them properly. But our story is not about falling stars, so lets continue.
All his life, Legolas had dream about being King. He even prepared speeches, laws ("No child shall be forced to go to bed until they want"), and even picked out who he would have be queen (that pretty red haired elf who went to his daycare).
But now he knew the truth. He would always be Prince Legolas. Never King Legolas. It hurt. A lot.
So Legolas decided he would have to do what's best.
"We'll hafta to assassassinate him!" Legolas said sadly to the twins and Arwen later that night.
"I think it's pronounced assassinate." Elrohir corrected.
"No, I'm sure it assysanite." Elladan said.
"Grrr….fine, we'll just kill him them." Legolas said.
"But's he's your daddy!" Arwen protested.
"Fine. Then we'll find a reason to put him in jail, and then I can be king!" said Legolas.
"Sounds good to me." Arwen said, and the twins nodded in agreement.
"So, how are we going to get him in jail?" Elrohir asked curiously…
