Chapter Two: Preparations
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They walked on through the double doors and into the great front hall of Thranduil's house. Legolas led them, his appearance stoic as he walked through the halls. Soon they came to the Hall of Fire, and Legolas was about to push through the double doors when a guard stopped him.
"Stop! You cannot enter, the King is busy at the moment, he is speaking with the head guards."
"No one can tell me when I can speak with my father." Said Legolas, thoroughly flushed. He moved the guard aside and pushed through the doors, finding his father sitting at a long table conversing with the elven chieftains. Thranduil looked up mid-sentence and furrowed his brow as the company of ten filed in. Thranduil's black hair glistened in the light of the fires that no doubt gave the Hall of Fire it's name.
"What is it, Legolas?" The King asked.
"Father, a host is moving forward towards Mirkwood as we speak, five, maybe six thousand strong."
"How do you know they come for Mirkwood?"
"They bring fire, father." Legolas said darkness overcoming his eyes. Thranduil, got a distant look in his eyes, then stood up leaning towards the elven war chieftains.
"Sound the alarm."
"Yes my Lord." Said one of the chieftains, both of them standing up and hurrying out of the room. Thranduil's eyes turned back to Legolas, and then to Wendelin.
"Hello Wendelin, I'm glad to see you are back and safe my niece, I would not want to see you in harms way."
"I was in no immediate danger Uncle," she said smiling. She was the only one out of the whole kingdom of Mirkwood, besides Legolas who could look Thranduil in the eye and talk to him casually, for his sharp wit and keen vision pierced most.
"Well, just as well you aren't to ride with Legolas and the others when they go to fight," said Thranduil with care. He saw her open her mouth in protest and then continued. "You aren't fit for this fight, not since the last host attacked."
"Yes, Uncle." She sighed and looked down at the floor solemnly. The others of the company remained silent.
"Well, father, we shall take our leave and get ready for battle. Wendelin, we will see you after the battle, do not worry you won't loose any of us." He said bowing then pushing the others to leave.
"Uncle, I shall take my leave, and I give you my word I will not go out to battle."
"Yes dear." He said, knowing she was going to keep her promise. Then she walked out after Legolas and the rest of the company, leaving the elder elf to think alone by the fireside. As she closed the doors to the Hall of Fire she yelled after the company, jogging slightly to catch up.
"Narthaniel I need to speak with you." She said looking the brown-haired elf in the eye.
"Yes Wendelin, I will meet you in the library after I have my armor on." He said having an inkling as to what she wanted to talk to him about. She nodded and then turned away making her way down the hall toward the Library.
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Legolas, Narthaniel, Calimmacil, Ichbodea, Hathwenithil, Palurien, Luvier, Samirien, and Damien made their way to the armories, as did the rest of the elven men in the dwelling. The alarm had spread through the kingdom swiftly and soon the armories were packed with people getting swords and bows, a rough estimate of ten thousand elven archers filled their quivers and sheathed their swords. Narthaniel cracked his neck then silently disappeared amongst the Elves hustling to get their weapons. He left the rest of his company to wonder where he had gone.
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