Ip So: Concerning Clods of Dust.
Legolas ran back up to his chambers, pleased that he had not got punished for shooting Fing. He swung open the door, prepared to jump into his huge bed. But the bed was not where it should have been. Instead it had been pushed to the far wall. In the middle of the space where the bed should have been kneeled Amyndra, a scrub bucket beside her.
"What are you doing?" Legolas screeched at her. She looked up, surprised.
"Cleaning, your highness. We discussed this before." Legolas was speechless as he gazed at the place where his bed had once sat; the cold stone floor had been swept; any sign of the dust bunnies long since destroyed by the soapy water. Tears began to well up in the young Prince's eyes.
"B-b-but...they were my *friends*!" He cried. Amyndra was instantly on her feet and at his side.
"Oh, dear me. Come on now, your highness, they were only clods of dust."
"They were DUST BUNNIES and they were my FRIENDS!" he yelled back at her, "What about the spidies? Did you whack them with the broom?"
"Heavens no." She answered. He sniffed and looked up at her hopefully.
"Then they're still alive?"
"Well, no. No, they're not your highness. But..." she attempted to put her arms around him, comfort him but he pulled away violently.
"Stop calling me that! My name is Legolas!"
"Very well, Legolas. Please, calm down. I didn't realise..."
"You did to realise! You knew perfectly well. And...oh!" the little boy's blue eyes had caught sight of something under the corner of his bed. Running over he picked up a large dust bunny and hugged it to him tightly.
"Amaran!" He yelled gleefully. Amyndra sighed.
"There, you see? Not all of them are gone." She tried. Legolas just shot her a nasty look.
"Put my bed back. You're ruining Amaran's home."
"But-"
"Put my bed back." He repeated slowly. Amyndra sighed again and put her rag back in the bucket.
"I'm going to set you right here," Legolas was saying to the dust clod in his hand, "where no one can hurt you." He placed his 'friend' in the drawer of his bedside table. He shot another look at Amyndra before heading out the door.
"Your high- Legolas, where are you going?"
"To the barn to see Fing."
"Don't you think you have done enough damage to that poor horse?" Legolas only smiled in reply and left the room.
"That boy will be the death of me." Amyndra thought as she began to continue scrubbing the floor.
Disclaimer:
~ I do not own Legolas or Thranduil or any other characters of The Lord of the Rings that I decide to put in this story. I'm just using them for my own twisted pleasure.
I *do* own the dust bunnies: Glithiel, Sebrimir, Elrildur, Rioclya, and Amaran, the spidies, the nursemaid Amyndra, and Hilmar.
~ I also am the owner of Delaril and that stable boy, if I ever decide to give him a name.
~ And I have just added that poor little horse who still has an arrow stuck in his bum to my list of assets that shall be passed on to whoever the bloody wants them after I'm gone. Also the poor, poor imbecile who's job it was to teach our young Legolas how to shoot! Though neither of them have names just now.
~ No new assets, but that horse did finally get a name: Fing!
A/N: Uh-oh... Amyndra's been a bad girl. :) Now what in Middle-Earth could Legolas want out in the horse barn? With Fing? Come back tomorrow to find out!! (I already have the next chapter written, but I someone's beta reading it tonight so y'all are going to have to wait!)
Legolas ran back up to his chambers, pleased that he had not got punished for shooting Fing. He swung open the door, prepared to jump into his huge bed. But the bed was not where it should have been. Instead it had been pushed to the far wall. In the middle of the space where the bed should have been kneeled Amyndra, a scrub bucket beside her.
"What are you doing?" Legolas screeched at her. She looked up, surprised.
"Cleaning, your highness. We discussed this before." Legolas was speechless as he gazed at the place where his bed had once sat; the cold stone floor had been swept; any sign of the dust bunnies long since destroyed by the soapy water. Tears began to well up in the young Prince's eyes.
"B-b-but...they were my *friends*!" He cried. Amyndra was instantly on her feet and at his side.
"Oh, dear me. Come on now, your highness, they were only clods of dust."
"They were DUST BUNNIES and they were my FRIENDS!" he yelled back at her, "What about the spidies? Did you whack them with the broom?"
"Heavens no." She answered. He sniffed and looked up at her hopefully.
"Then they're still alive?"
"Well, no. No, they're not your highness. But..." she attempted to put her arms around him, comfort him but he pulled away violently.
"Stop calling me that! My name is Legolas!"
"Very well, Legolas. Please, calm down. I didn't realise..."
"You did to realise! You knew perfectly well. And...oh!" the little boy's blue eyes had caught sight of something under the corner of his bed. Running over he picked up a large dust bunny and hugged it to him tightly.
"Amaran!" He yelled gleefully. Amyndra sighed.
"There, you see? Not all of them are gone." She tried. Legolas just shot her a nasty look.
"Put my bed back. You're ruining Amaran's home."
"But-"
"Put my bed back." He repeated slowly. Amyndra sighed again and put her rag back in the bucket.
"I'm going to set you right here," Legolas was saying to the dust clod in his hand, "where no one can hurt you." He placed his 'friend' in the drawer of his bedside table. He shot another look at Amyndra before heading out the door.
"Your high- Legolas, where are you going?"
"To the barn to see Fing."
"Don't you think you have done enough damage to that poor horse?" Legolas only smiled in reply and left the room.
"That boy will be the death of me." Amyndra thought as she began to continue scrubbing the floor.
Disclaimer:
~ I do not own Legolas or Thranduil or any other characters of The Lord of the Rings that I decide to put in this story. I'm just using them for my own twisted pleasure.
I *do* own the dust bunnies: Glithiel, Sebrimir, Elrildur, Rioclya, and Amaran, the spidies, the nursemaid Amyndra, and Hilmar.
~ I also am the owner of Delaril and that stable boy, if I ever decide to give him a name.
~ And I have just added that poor little horse who still has an arrow stuck in his bum to my list of assets that shall be passed on to whoever the bloody wants them after I'm gone. Also the poor, poor imbecile who's job it was to teach our young Legolas how to shoot! Though neither of them have names just now.
~ No new assets, but that horse did finally get a name: Fing!
A/N: Uh-oh... Amyndra's been a bad girl. :) Now what in Middle-Earth could Legolas want out in the horse barn? With Fing? Come back tomorrow to find out!! (I already have the next chapter written, but I someone's beta reading it tonight so y'all are going to have to wait!)
