Phew, I was scared I was going to take a beating (no pun intended,) for
that last chapter. I was literally cringing when I was reading my reviews!
Thanks for not killing me, hopefully this chapter will redeem Thranduil in
your eyes, and yes, I SWEAR this is a good Thranduil fic. Good. As in, he's
a good father, he's just made some mistakes, and that was the ONLY time he
will ever touch his son, okay? I promise. Phew, now that I'm still alive,
on with the story.
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Legolas turned over in his sleep. He whimpered, almost, seeing hundreds of their faces before him. He saw the malice on their faces as they dangled Arwen's fate before him. He could not fight them for that reason alone.
Wasn't it supposed to be that you could not feel pain in your dreams? But perhaps you could in your nightmares. It was happening all over again, and had almost every night since then. . .
More hands were laid on him, shaking him. He pulled away at first, but he was brought back to consciousness by the hands.
"Shh, Legolas. Shhh, onya. . . lasto beth nin, onya."
Legolas shivered, shying away from something in his dream. "Ada," he whispered in his sleep.
"I'm here. It's okay now, it's over." He cradled his son in his arms, whispering elvish to the boy until he calmed and fell into a more peaceful sleep. He stayed for a while, assuring himself that his son was all right, then began to head for his own quarters.
He was in the doorway when Legolas spoke. "I'm so sorry."
He turned to make sure Legolas was really awake. He was. "What are you sorry for, onya?"
"I was weak."
His son had spoken to him with such fear and shame in his voice that it broke the king's heart. He pulled Legolas back into his arms. "No, no, no my boy. You have nothing to be sorry for. All those years ago when I said what I did. . .about how a true warrior acts. . . I only said it so that you would not leave me. I did not mean to be so cruel. I could not have survived if you too were ripped away from me. First, your mother, then Mithfalas. . . I could not bear to lose you too." He paused.
Legolas was biting his lip to hold back tears. He would not be any weaker in front of his father.
"You have held on to this pain for so long Legolas. You need to let go of it. You need to let people in. Let them see you again, Legolas. You must cast away the anguish you've been holding for so long. Today I set your heart free."
He couldn't do it anymore. He let his tears flow, trembling in his father's arms.
Legolas was a little boy again, seeking his father's comfort. Thranduil kissed his son's head. "It's all going to be fine. I promise you."
The king paused again. All that his son was, all that was in his son, the warrior, the innocence, the adult, the child, all cried out to be held. They cried out to be loved and forgiven. "I've missed you, Legolas. I have missed how you used to be, and I know that's my fault. I am sorry for that, too, and I will never forgive myself for it. But you, my son, my only dream in this world is that you might forgive me."
The man in the shadows watching could not bring himself to destroy the moment. Something about it moved him. His plan could wait.
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Aragorn groaned. Some bird or something was incessantly hammering outside his window. Why wouldn't it stop?
He rolled over, pulling a pillow over his head.
"Strider!"
He groaned again. Legolas was the bird. And it was outside his door. "I'm awake. Come in."
"You've severely overslept. Breakfast begins in five minutes. If I'm not there-"
"The sun isn't up, Legolas."
The prince looked towards the window, as if just realizing the statement. "So?"
"Why are you up before the sun? Wait, don't answer that. I forgot that you got up at unholy hours."
"You have to dress quickly. I should already be there. Father will have my hide if I am late. . ."
"Relax. I'll be ready in a second." He looked at his friend, who was rubbing a hand over his face. "Rough night?"
"It's about to get worse."
Aragorn laughed. "Calm down and tell me what happened last night."
"I had an unfortunate run-in with one of the men that is visiting. I fear his intentions are evil. Then I could not sleep." He thought of his father's conversation with him. "I finally fell back asleep, and Aldarion comes and wakes me up. Whatever for, in the dead of night? Telemnar went and got himself locked out of the castle walls, and who is the only person capable of opening them at night? Me. Oh, my father could do it, but no, the servants are too scared to approach my father."
Aragorn chuckled. "Could you blame them?"
Legolas sighed. "And now, I have to deal with my father's wrath for some rude exchanges last night."
"With your father?"
"No, I've learned better than that. Are you ready yet? I do not want to add this to my list of misfortunes."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here," Aragorn said, stumbling out of his bathroom. "Let's go."
"I met with. . . with. . . oh for the sake of the Valar, I am surely dead if I cannot even remember his name!"
"Merithol."
Legolas spun around before the word had been said, Aragorn followed as soon as he heard it.
"I would have thought you would be in my father's presence by now."
"I could say the same of you, your highness."
"I am the prince, I have free reign over the castle. A guest has no such rights."
"Tsk, tsk. How ashamed your father would be." The man smiled. "I'll see you at breakfast."
There was silence between the two friends. Then Aragorn spoke. "You need to learn to hold your tongue."
"Oh the number of times I have heard that! You are just like the rest of your family."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Sometimes. Okay, quiet. Here we are. Do not speak unless spoken to. In my father's eyes, children are to be seen, not heard, and you are a child to him."
Aragorn sighed, but remained quiet as the two entered the great hall. Thranduil turned a raised eyebrow upon his son, then a glance of dislike towards Aragorn.
Legolas bowed his head "Father, guests, may I introduce Estel of Imaldres."
"A pleasure," Thranduil said. "Please be seated. I am afraid the first of breakfast was just served."
Legolas sat on his father's right. "We will wait for the next course." He leaned into his father. "I am sorry for the delay."
"I do hope you have a good reason."
"I do. I have many things to tell you, in private." He sat up straight once more, regarding the men across from him.
Aragorn too was studying them. They were from Gondor, he concluded in a matter of seconds. Their style of dress was so perfectly Gondorian.
"Lord Thranduil, I do believe that if we should unite our kingdoms, there would be far less war."
"War," Legolas said, "is not a problem for Mirkwood."
Merithol turned an icy glare on him. Was he imagining it? Legolas stole a glance at Aragorn, but saw nothing in his face. "Then, if nothing else, we can help each other. We need a name such as Mirkwood to associate ourselves with, so that our wars will not continue so."
Aragorn furrowed his brow. Gondor was a name that stood on its own; it did not need Mirkwood to back it up.
"And what, if you don't mind my asking, would you do for us?"
Thranduil glanced at his son, a hint of a warning in his eyes that went unnoticed by Legolas.
"We can help hinder the evil that lurks in your forest. We can fight the spiders, we can push the evil back, as best as we can."
Thranduil finally cut in. "Do you think that we have not been trying to put a stop to it?"
"Of course I didn't mean that, my lord. Perhaps if you had more people to do it, though?"
Legolas at back. "We are accomplishing that ourselves. Albeit slowly, but surely nonetheless."
Thranduil turned his gaze to the window at the far end of the room. Fear spoke in his heart that the horror of Mordor was not conquered forever; it would rise again. A greater fear pulled forward, one that the Lady of the Golden Wood had given him. Mordor would rise again, and take his son with it. He took a quick breath, and turned his attention back to Merithol.
The man seemed to be at a loss for words. The man name Dinivul cut in. "What harm would there be, my lords, with this simple alliance?"
Thranduil sighed. "Where are you from? I don't believe I caught it."
"We are from Evandael."
Aragorn choked on the water he had just swallowed. The table turned to look at him quizzically. Thranduil's gaze was one of deep dislike, Merithol raised a dangerous eyebrow. The other two men, Dinivul and Haron, were suddenly interested in their feet. Legolas knew. He looked at Aragorn, and the man could see fear behind the elf's eyes.
"I'm. . . sorry," Aragorn stuttered purposefully. "I must have swallowed the wrong way. I. . . I didn't mean to interrupt." He had an idea. He coughed again. "May I use a restroom?"
Thranduil nodded his head absently.
Legolas caught on right away. "I will show you where it is." He rose, then bowed his head. "If you will excuse me." Leaning into his father, he whispered, "Don't make any decisions yet."
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Reviewers: Again, I say thanks for not killing me. When you read bathroom, please don't think of it as a modern day one, but I'm sure they had something. (The word just seemed out of place for ME. Thought I would specify.)
Gwyn: I know, I know, I know. I love Thranduil the best too! He was good in this chapter, yeah? And he's still got a lot more parts to play in his son's life, and they're good parts. ::Big smiles:: We don't hate me yet, do we?
Daw the Minstrel: Yes, the mix is not the best. Also, I believe that Legolas had a lot of his father's personality in him. He could be hot tempered at times, (just not to the same degree.) I'm sorry I crossed the line, but that is the first and LAST time Thranduil will lay a hand on his son. Plus, he spends the rest of my series making up for it, savvy? I promise, swear on the Bible, (or whatever holy book you prefer,) that he is a good father and will show that from now on, okay? (Mind you, that doesn't mean that he becomes any less tempered or that Legolas becomes any less independent, Thranduil just deals with it in a better way.)
Fire Eagle: Merithol is a fun character. ::winks::
Dimostiel: Are you trying to tell me that my story is boring so far? Thanks, I love you too. (I'm just kidding, lol.) Yes, something interesting is about to happen. Good radar! Ooooh, yeah, I love Mithfalas. He is awesome! (Well, depending on whose memories of him you're looking at, lol.)
Das Blume: Wow, that was one LONG review. I love it! Haha, Aragorn didn't learn that rule until *later.* You gotta give him points for creativity, though. Thranduil's being explained. Legolas and Haldir signed the letter too. They were all mad at her. (Ha, they can join the club.) I can't believe JK did that! Nah, I don't care if you spoil the plot, 'cuz I'll never out and out tell you it's right. You still have to read to find out. Seriously, start the bet poll, I'd love to see updates from it every so often, lol. Man, your reviews already ARE stories, but that's why I luv 'em!
Bill the Pony: Yay, someone who's not mad at me! Lol, hannon le!
Lomiothiel: You'll see, the humans are still around. Mithfalas will be explained, and Thranduil will never beat Legolas again, okay? Lol, see ya next chapter!
Lizzie: Well, from the Hobbit we can tell that he doesn't like other races, especially dwarves, (then, what elf with the exception of like, two, likes the race of dwarves?) So we know that he wouldn't be very welcoming towards Aragorn. Also, the whole thing with his firstborn son, Mithfalas. . . ahh, I'll get into that more later. Let's just say that he was so deeply in love with Legolas' mother, that her departure turned things upside down for the family. Is that any clearer? Plus, in the books, Legolas never refers to himself as a prince. Instead, he refers to himself as just a common Mirkwood elf. That could have some reasoning behind it too, which you'll see in a later story. Was that thoroughly confusing?
Leggylover: No worries, there is a lot of angst awaiting Legolas and Aragorn. Mwahahah! Lol, thanks for the review! Aragorn will get his owies soon! Get the Band-Aids ready!
Angel With No Wings: Lol, I was seriously worried about your review, what you were gonna say about my abusive fatherness. . . phew! Hmm, should the three men be worthy of your suspicion? Maybe they have nothing to do with my angst this time around, lol. I love angst too.
F h c: lol, yeah, you could say that. And he *has* a brother. Mithfalas didn't die, (well, if he did and they got a letter from him that'd be kinda gross.) He's just dead to his people, so yeah, I guess he's dead to Legolas too.
Sky: See! I have a good memory. (Hahaha!) No, he was exiled for going against his FATHER. But there's still more to be explained there. Wow, that was a very detailed guess, too. And let's say that Mithfalas won't be a pawn for Legolas, persay. And. . . you're close with the lady's realm, but a bit prematurely. And that's all I'm gonna say. (Confused? Lol.)
Sara: Lol, welcome back! I missed you! Uhm, well, notice that Legolas didn't try to add anything to Estel's story until Elrond asked him. Ooh, I was hoping no one would ask that. Uhm, I can't promise that he'll be in it (since he is exiled and all,) but he does play a major indirect role in this story. Lol, I'll update, but you have to keep reviewing, savvy? Thanks for the review!
Aislynn Crowdaughter: Yes, I know. (I'm actually pretty sure you aren't reading anymore, but I'll give this a shot anyway.) First of all, please don't apologize. I appreciate your review. I know I'm out of canon with that whole scene, but I have a reason for it. (I know, you think it's pointless.) I have read the Hobbit, and some other things on Thranduil that were later added to Unfinished Tales by Tolkien. I did my research, and if you recall, I've made references to how good of a king he is. Also, they were things in the Hobbit which hint at a hot temper. My view of Thranduil is that he is a great king, and a good father. He made one mistake. (Well, two, if you count the fact that he exiled his other OC son.) It's not something he's proud of or does regularly, as a matter of fact, he never lays another hand on Legolas forever. The point behind that was to introduce Mithfalas. No, I agree with you, I don't think that Thranduil would ever do that, but that's why we're fanfiction writers. Thank you so much for your review!
Bec: Lol, thank you. Sheesh, I wish I had a problem with doing my hw before I got on to FF.net. It's late, and I haven't even touched any of the work I have to turn in tomorrow. Haha, yeah, you're just going to have to wait. (Don't you love that answer?) I had so much fun writing Aragorn's retelling of their day. I was like, okay, a little kid is cornered. What would he do? Lol, thanks for the review! Much appreciated!
Lulu Bell: That sounds cool. It sounds like our shoe-boxes for Christmas run. We go to a big warehouse and handle supplies and stuff. It's really neat. Lol, good luck in your last two games! I found out the other day that league games just started, so we're undefeated in league right now. It's pretty cool! Just two more games? We're only half way through. We still have another 10 games or so. (If we don't make playoffs, that is.) Have fun with them, and make sure you don't hurt yourself!!
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Legolas turned over in his sleep. He whimpered, almost, seeing hundreds of their faces before him. He saw the malice on their faces as they dangled Arwen's fate before him. He could not fight them for that reason alone.
Wasn't it supposed to be that you could not feel pain in your dreams? But perhaps you could in your nightmares. It was happening all over again, and had almost every night since then. . .
More hands were laid on him, shaking him. He pulled away at first, but he was brought back to consciousness by the hands.
"Shh, Legolas. Shhh, onya. . . lasto beth nin, onya."
Legolas shivered, shying away from something in his dream. "Ada," he whispered in his sleep.
"I'm here. It's okay now, it's over." He cradled his son in his arms, whispering elvish to the boy until he calmed and fell into a more peaceful sleep. He stayed for a while, assuring himself that his son was all right, then began to head for his own quarters.
He was in the doorway when Legolas spoke. "I'm so sorry."
He turned to make sure Legolas was really awake. He was. "What are you sorry for, onya?"
"I was weak."
His son had spoken to him with such fear and shame in his voice that it broke the king's heart. He pulled Legolas back into his arms. "No, no, no my boy. You have nothing to be sorry for. All those years ago when I said what I did. . .about how a true warrior acts. . . I only said it so that you would not leave me. I did not mean to be so cruel. I could not have survived if you too were ripped away from me. First, your mother, then Mithfalas. . . I could not bear to lose you too." He paused.
Legolas was biting his lip to hold back tears. He would not be any weaker in front of his father.
"You have held on to this pain for so long Legolas. You need to let go of it. You need to let people in. Let them see you again, Legolas. You must cast away the anguish you've been holding for so long. Today I set your heart free."
He couldn't do it anymore. He let his tears flow, trembling in his father's arms.
Legolas was a little boy again, seeking his father's comfort. Thranduil kissed his son's head. "It's all going to be fine. I promise you."
The king paused again. All that his son was, all that was in his son, the warrior, the innocence, the adult, the child, all cried out to be held. They cried out to be loved and forgiven. "I've missed you, Legolas. I have missed how you used to be, and I know that's my fault. I am sorry for that, too, and I will never forgive myself for it. But you, my son, my only dream in this world is that you might forgive me."
The man in the shadows watching could not bring himself to destroy the moment. Something about it moved him. His plan could wait.
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Aragorn groaned. Some bird or something was incessantly hammering outside his window. Why wouldn't it stop?
He rolled over, pulling a pillow over his head.
"Strider!"
He groaned again. Legolas was the bird. And it was outside his door. "I'm awake. Come in."
"You've severely overslept. Breakfast begins in five minutes. If I'm not there-"
"The sun isn't up, Legolas."
The prince looked towards the window, as if just realizing the statement. "So?"
"Why are you up before the sun? Wait, don't answer that. I forgot that you got up at unholy hours."
"You have to dress quickly. I should already be there. Father will have my hide if I am late. . ."
"Relax. I'll be ready in a second." He looked at his friend, who was rubbing a hand over his face. "Rough night?"
"It's about to get worse."
Aragorn laughed. "Calm down and tell me what happened last night."
"I had an unfortunate run-in with one of the men that is visiting. I fear his intentions are evil. Then I could not sleep." He thought of his father's conversation with him. "I finally fell back asleep, and Aldarion comes and wakes me up. Whatever for, in the dead of night? Telemnar went and got himself locked out of the castle walls, and who is the only person capable of opening them at night? Me. Oh, my father could do it, but no, the servants are too scared to approach my father."
Aragorn chuckled. "Could you blame them?"
Legolas sighed. "And now, I have to deal with my father's wrath for some rude exchanges last night."
"With your father?"
"No, I've learned better than that. Are you ready yet? I do not want to add this to my list of misfortunes."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here," Aragorn said, stumbling out of his bathroom. "Let's go."
"I met with. . . with. . . oh for the sake of the Valar, I am surely dead if I cannot even remember his name!"
"Merithol."
Legolas spun around before the word had been said, Aragorn followed as soon as he heard it.
"I would have thought you would be in my father's presence by now."
"I could say the same of you, your highness."
"I am the prince, I have free reign over the castle. A guest has no such rights."
"Tsk, tsk. How ashamed your father would be." The man smiled. "I'll see you at breakfast."
There was silence between the two friends. Then Aragorn spoke. "You need to learn to hold your tongue."
"Oh the number of times I have heard that! You are just like the rest of your family."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Sometimes. Okay, quiet. Here we are. Do not speak unless spoken to. In my father's eyes, children are to be seen, not heard, and you are a child to him."
Aragorn sighed, but remained quiet as the two entered the great hall. Thranduil turned a raised eyebrow upon his son, then a glance of dislike towards Aragorn.
Legolas bowed his head "Father, guests, may I introduce Estel of Imaldres."
"A pleasure," Thranduil said. "Please be seated. I am afraid the first of breakfast was just served."
Legolas sat on his father's right. "We will wait for the next course." He leaned into his father. "I am sorry for the delay."
"I do hope you have a good reason."
"I do. I have many things to tell you, in private." He sat up straight once more, regarding the men across from him.
Aragorn too was studying them. They were from Gondor, he concluded in a matter of seconds. Their style of dress was so perfectly Gondorian.
"Lord Thranduil, I do believe that if we should unite our kingdoms, there would be far less war."
"War," Legolas said, "is not a problem for Mirkwood."
Merithol turned an icy glare on him. Was he imagining it? Legolas stole a glance at Aragorn, but saw nothing in his face. "Then, if nothing else, we can help each other. We need a name such as Mirkwood to associate ourselves with, so that our wars will not continue so."
Aragorn furrowed his brow. Gondor was a name that stood on its own; it did not need Mirkwood to back it up.
"And what, if you don't mind my asking, would you do for us?"
Thranduil glanced at his son, a hint of a warning in his eyes that went unnoticed by Legolas.
"We can help hinder the evil that lurks in your forest. We can fight the spiders, we can push the evil back, as best as we can."
Thranduil finally cut in. "Do you think that we have not been trying to put a stop to it?"
"Of course I didn't mean that, my lord. Perhaps if you had more people to do it, though?"
Legolas at back. "We are accomplishing that ourselves. Albeit slowly, but surely nonetheless."
Thranduil turned his gaze to the window at the far end of the room. Fear spoke in his heart that the horror of Mordor was not conquered forever; it would rise again. A greater fear pulled forward, one that the Lady of the Golden Wood had given him. Mordor would rise again, and take his son with it. He took a quick breath, and turned his attention back to Merithol.
The man seemed to be at a loss for words. The man name Dinivul cut in. "What harm would there be, my lords, with this simple alliance?"
Thranduil sighed. "Where are you from? I don't believe I caught it."
"We are from Evandael."
Aragorn choked on the water he had just swallowed. The table turned to look at him quizzically. Thranduil's gaze was one of deep dislike, Merithol raised a dangerous eyebrow. The other two men, Dinivul and Haron, were suddenly interested in their feet. Legolas knew. He looked at Aragorn, and the man could see fear behind the elf's eyes.
"I'm. . . sorry," Aragorn stuttered purposefully. "I must have swallowed the wrong way. I. . . I didn't mean to interrupt." He had an idea. He coughed again. "May I use a restroom?"
Thranduil nodded his head absently.
Legolas caught on right away. "I will show you where it is." He rose, then bowed his head. "If you will excuse me." Leaning into his father, he whispered, "Don't make any decisions yet."
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Reviewers: Again, I say thanks for not killing me. When you read bathroom, please don't think of it as a modern day one, but I'm sure they had something. (The word just seemed out of place for ME. Thought I would specify.)
Gwyn: I know, I know, I know. I love Thranduil the best too! He was good in this chapter, yeah? And he's still got a lot more parts to play in his son's life, and they're good parts. ::Big smiles:: We don't hate me yet, do we?
Daw the Minstrel: Yes, the mix is not the best. Also, I believe that Legolas had a lot of his father's personality in him. He could be hot tempered at times, (just not to the same degree.) I'm sorry I crossed the line, but that is the first and LAST time Thranduil will lay a hand on his son. Plus, he spends the rest of my series making up for it, savvy? I promise, swear on the Bible, (or whatever holy book you prefer,) that he is a good father and will show that from now on, okay? (Mind you, that doesn't mean that he becomes any less tempered or that Legolas becomes any less independent, Thranduil just deals with it in a better way.)
Fire Eagle: Merithol is a fun character. ::winks::
Dimostiel: Are you trying to tell me that my story is boring so far? Thanks, I love you too. (I'm just kidding, lol.) Yes, something interesting is about to happen. Good radar! Ooooh, yeah, I love Mithfalas. He is awesome! (Well, depending on whose memories of him you're looking at, lol.)
Das Blume: Wow, that was one LONG review. I love it! Haha, Aragorn didn't learn that rule until *later.* You gotta give him points for creativity, though. Thranduil's being explained. Legolas and Haldir signed the letter too. They were all mad at her. (Ha, they can join the club.) I can't believe JK did that! Nah, I don't care if you spoil the plot, 'cuz I'll never out and out tell you it's right. You still have to read to find out. Seriously, start the bet poll, I'd love to see updates from it every so often, lol. Man, your reviews already ARE stories, but that's why I luv 'em!
Bill the Pony: Yay, someone who's not mad at me! Lol, hannon le!
Lomiothiel: You'll see, the humans are still around. Mithfalas will be explained, and Thranduil will never beat Legolas again, okay? Lol, see ya next chapter!
Lizzie: Well, from the Hobbit we can tell that he doesn't like other races, especially dwarves, (then, what elf with the exception of like, two, likes the race of dwarves?) So we know that he wouldn't be very welcoming towards Aragorn. Also, the whole thing with his firstborn son, Mithfalas. . . ahh, I'll get into that more later. Let's just say that he was so deeply in love with Legolas' mother, that her departure turned things upside down for the family. Is that any clearer? Plus, in the books, Legolas never refers to himself as a prince. Instead, he refers to himself as just a common Mirkwood elf. That could have some reasoning behind it too, which you'll see in a later story. Was that thoroughly confusing?
Leggylover: No worries, there is a lot of angst awaiting Legolas and Aragorn. Mwahahah! Lol, thanks for the review! Aragorn will get his owies soon! Get the Band-Aids ready!
Angel With No Wings: Lol, I was seriously worried about your review, what you were gonna say about my abusive fatherness. . . phew! Hmm, should the three men be worthy of your suspicion? Maybe they have nothing to do with my angst this time around, lol. I love angst too.
F h c: lol, yeah, you could say that. And he *has* a brother. Mithfalas didn't die, (well, if he did and they got a letter from him that'd be kinda gross.) He's just dead to his people, so yeah, I guess he's dead to Legolas too.
Sky: See! I have a good memory. (Hahaha!) No, he was exiled for going against his FATHER. But there's still more to be explained there. Wow, that was a very detailed guess, too. And let's say that Mithfalas won't be a pawn for Legolas, persay. And. . . you're close with the lady's realm, but a bit prematurely. And that's all I'm gonna say. (Confused? Lol.)
Sara: Lol, welcome back! I missed you! Uhm, well, notice that Legolas didn't try to add anything to Estel's story until Elrond asked him. Ooh, I was hoping no one would ask that. Uhm, I can't promise that he'll be in it (since he is exiled and all,) but he does play a major indirect role in this story. Lol, I'll update, but you have to keep reviewing, savvy? Thanks for the review!
Aislynn Crowdaughter: Yes, I know. (I'm actually pretty sure you aren't reading anymore, but I'll give this a shot anyway.) First of all, please don't apologize. I appreciate your review. I know I'm out of canon with that whole scene, but I have a reason for it. (I know, you think it's pointless.) I have read the Hobbit, and some other things on Thranduil that were later added to Unfinished Tales by Tolkien. I did my research, and if you recall, I've made references to how good of a king he is. Also, they were things in the Hobbit which hint at a hot temper. My view of Thranduil is that he is a great king, and a good father. He made one mistake. (Well, two, if you count the fact that he exiled his other OC son.) It's not something he's proud of or does regularly, as a matter of fact, he never lays another hand on Legolas forever. The point behind that was to introduce Mithfalas. No, I agree with you, I don't think that Thranduil would ever do that, but that's why we're fanfiction writers. Thank you so much for your review!
Bec: Lol, thank you. Sheesh, I wish I had a problem with doing my hw before I got on to FF.net. It's late, and I haven't even touched any of the work I have to turn in tomorrow. Haha, yeah, you're just going to have to wait. (Don't you love that answer?) I had so much fun writing Aragorn's retelling of their day. I was like, okay, a little kid is cornered. What would he do? Lol, thanks for the review! Much appreciated!
Lulu Bell: That sounds cool. It sounds like our shoe-boxes for Christmas run. We go to a big warehouse and handle supplies and stuff. It's really neat. Lol, good luck in your last two games! I found out the other day that league games just started, so we're undefeated in league right now. It's pretty cool! Just two more games? We're only half way through. We still have another 10 games or so. (If we don't make playoffs, that is.) Have fun with them, and make sure you don't hurt yourself!!