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It had been a long uncomfortable walk home, more for Verya than Legolas, whom seemed content enough to walk home giving the taller warrior death glances every so often. Verya was more than relieved when the sight of the palace doors finally stood before them, he had reached a sanctuary at last; by the end of the day Legolas will have forgotten this incident, he though, or rather prayed. He hated having the little prince so upset with him, though when he thought back it was really all Legolas' fault, if he had just seen his side, been a little more rational about the situation, no problems would have arisen. But, fortunately for the little elf, Verya was much to big to place blame, and much to kind to truly get angered by the little one's behavior, which for as cute as he looked, was poor, and much more rude, indeed.
The two parted company upon entering the foyer, in the most unpleasant of manners, as Legolas proceeded to stomp up the stairs without so much of a word to Verya, who remained standing and watch as the little elf disappeared from his view; all this happened under the observant eye of King Thranduil, who despite himself remained bemused by the sight of his most trusted warrior and friend, frazzled by the behavior of a child.
"Nice time, I presume." He remarked coyly, approaching the other elf. Verya frowned, slightly self-consciously, well aware he could share with his friend his woes of the afternoon, but at the same time, not wanting to loose the respect of his King; or gain the ridicule of him, is more the truth.
"I suppose something went wrong along the way," he said, somewhat to himself. Thranduil put his arm around his friend's shoulders, dragging him towards his study for them to have a talk, it was but time till the poor Captain would encounter the scorn of his youngest, the King had always thought sadly; it is hard to remain in the favor of a young one's eyes forever.
"You do not know?" Upon entering his study, the King guided his friend to two comfy armchairs, each sitting.
"He wanted to shoot an arrow, and I tried to explain to him why he could not just yet." Thranduil nodded, that would be a source of conflict wouldn't it? He remained quiet though, letting the Verya sort through his thoughts, beginning to regain some of his composure and dignity, that had been lost when under the assault of Legolas' sneering glances. "I really don't know what into him, he was not the Legolas I know. He was acting, well, he was acting like a."
"A spoiled prince?" Thranduil finished, he having to deal with Legolas', well all his children's, occasional royal moods; an act he himself was not innocent from; and whether royal or not, behavior that most elves or humans, or any creature for that matter, would now and again slip into.
"Do not say it so loudly, he will hear." Verya spoke, hushing his friend from saying such cruel things. It would so no good to have Legolas feeling bad about himself.
"It will do good to have him hear. You mustn't always try to protect him; if you coddle him as such, he will undoubtedly grow to be known only as the spoiled son of Thranduil; and a royal pain in both our necks." Verya nodded, heeding what sounded to be reasonable advice; but there was still that side of him, saying that Legolas' was but a child and ought to be made a fuss of and treated most kindly; he hated seeing those blue eyes filled with tears. At this moment he did not feel to have the heart of a warrior, rather that of a tender kitten. How did Thranduil do it, for the thought of proper parenting troubled him to know end. What was it to be a proper caretaker? How did one raise a child? He rested his face in his hands, rubbing his eyebrows in thought and confusion:
What was he to do tomorrow?
***
Legolas continued his stomping till he reached his older brother's door and began knocking incessantly, now willing to stop till the door was opened.
"Hey, I heard you the first time." A voice called from inside the room.
"Kai, open the door!" Legolas insisted. He heard the reluctant footsteps make the way to the door; Legolas did not wait for his brother to invite him in, pushing past the taller form of his brother and sitting upon the bed waiting for his brother to rejoin him. Instead, though, his brother remained standing in the open door frame with an amused expression on his face, he should not have been enjoying it this much, should he?
"Trouble, Legolas?" he asked coyly, shutting the door and sitting beside his brother.
"Yes, trouble!" Legolas exclaimed, jumping from the bed in agitation, pacing up and down the room, as his father did when he was bothered by delegations.
Kaimelar tried not to laugh; it would not do to have Legolas angry with him as well as Verya. He shook his head, feeling bad for the elder elf, for whom he had the utmost respect and affection for, but sometimes, well sometimes, Kaimelar just felt the need enact revenge for all the times Verya had reminded him of blunders of the past, was it his fault that his hands were sweaty and he let the arrow slip, slip right into Helyanwe's horse's rump, causing it to speed of with her screaming upon it. It was she who caused this whole mess with Legolas to begin in the first place, with Helyanwe's and Verya's of course.
It had been no secret to his friends and, to Kaimelar's dislike, his family that he had been keen on a secret dark haired beauty, that being Helyanwe; the two had none each other for quite awhile, and since their first meeting, Kaimelar knew he was in love, but hadn't the guts to admit it to her, or make any indication in the slightest which would reveal his secret. But as it was, the two were taking a stroll round the palace grounds, when Verya spotted them, and always up for a good time, went over to the eldest child of Thranduil, and reminisced about the time he had spooked his own horse, unintentionally, lost control and fell off, knocking himself senseless during their most recent patrol of the Mirkwood borders. Helyanwe laughed in the most kindly of fashions, well aware of her dear friend's fault, but Kaimelar had turned a deep crimson, and for the rest of the day spoke not a word, leaving Helyanwe to entertain herself the rest of the afternoon they spent together. So, for that incident, Kaimelar repaid the Elven Captain through Legolas, telling him how he had hit the target his first time round, well aware Legolas would not even be using an arrow for his first few lessons. He knew his baby brother all too well.
"Well, tell me what happened?" Kaimelar coaxed, bringing his little brother to his lap.
"Nothing! Ver told me," Legolas slipped into a mock impersonation of the Captain, "No shooting Legolas." Kaimelar couldn't help it, the laughter just came out, it was such a funny impression. To his surprise Legolas laughed too. "I funny!" He jumped off his brother's lap, and began to pace once more, but now he did it as he remembered seeing Verya do it in front of the archers as they trained, he once again proceeded to imitate Verya, "No shooting! We pull string again and again! Cause I said so!" Legolas continued, much to his brother's amusement, it was an awful impression; it was just the sight of the spectacle that made it so funny.
"What do you think you are doing," Sildulin said, as she peeked into the room, her attention being drawn in the hallway as she heard her brother pounding on the door. Legolas thought for a second, Kaimelar thought it was funny, which meant his sister probably would not like it so much.
"Kai told me to do it." Legolas said, quick to shed any blame whatsoever; his brother laughed, that was like telling him to continue, and fact was he didn't tell him to stop and since he was the older, more responsible elf, it was his job to tell his younger brother to decease improper behavior, otherwise how would Legolas ever learn?
***Another chapter done. Thanks for the reviews and I'll try to keep updating as soon as I can.***
It had been a long uncomfortable walk home, more for Verya than Legolas, whom seemed content enough to walk home giving the taller warrior death glances every so often. Verya was more than relieved when the sight of the palace doors finally stood before them, he had reached a sanctuary at last; by the end of the day Legolas will have forgotten this incident, he though, or rather prayed. He hated having the little prince so upset with him, though when he thought back it was really all Legolas' fault, if he had just seen his side, been a little more rational about the situation, no problems would have arisen. But, fortunately for the little elf, Verya was much to big to place blame, and much to kind to truly get angered by the little one's behavior, which for as cute as he looked, was poor, and much more rude, indeed.
The two parted company upon entering the foyer, in the most unpleasant of manners, as Legolas proceeded to stomp up the stairs without so much of a word to Verya, who remained standing and watch as the little elf disappeared from his view; all this happened under the observant eye of King Thranduil, who despite himself remained bemused by the sight of his most trusted warrior and friend, frazzled by the behavior of a child.
"Nice time, I presume." He remarked coyly, approaching the other elf. Verya frowned, slightly self-consciously, well aware he could share with his friend his woes of the afternoon, but at the same time, not wanting to loose the respect of his King; or gain the ridicule of him, is more the truth.
"I suppose something went wrong along the way," he said, somewhat to himself. Thranduil put his arm around his friend's shoulders, dragging him towards his study for them to have a talk, it was but time till the poor Captain would encounter the scorn of his youngest, the King had always thought sadly; it is hard to remain in the favor of a young one's eyes forever.
"You do not know?" Upon entering his study, the King guided his friend to two comfy armchairs, each sitting.
"He wanted to shoot an arrow, and I tried to explain to him why he could not just yet." Thranduil nodded, that would be a source of conflict wouldn't it? He remained quiet though, letting the Verya sort through his thoughts, beginning to regain some of his composure and dignity, that had been lost when under the assault of Legolas' sneering glances. "I really don't know what into him, he was not the Legolas I know. He was acting, well, he was acting like a."
"A spoiled prince?" Thranduil finished, he having to deal with Legolas', well all his children's, occasional royal moods; an act he himself was not innocent from; and whether royal or not, behavior that most elves or humans, or any creature for that matter, would now and again slip into.
"Do not say it so loudly, he will hear." Verya spoke, hushing his friend from saying such cruel things. It would so no good to have Legolas feeling bad about himself.
"It will do good to have him hear. You mustn't always try to protect him; if you coddle him as such, he will undoubtedly grow to be known only as the spoiled son of Thranduil; and a royal pain in both our necks." Verya nodded, heeding what sounded to be reasonable advice; but there was still that side of him, saying that Legolas' was but a child and ought to be made a fuss of and treated most kindly; he hated seeing those blue eyes filled with tears. At this moment he did not feel to have the heart of a warrior, rather that of a tender kitten. How did Thranduil do it, for the thought of proper parenting troubled him to know end. What was it to be a proper caretaker? How did one raise a child? He rested his face in his hands, rubbing his eyebrows in thought and confusion:
What was he to do tomorrow?
***
Legolas continued his stomping till he reached his older brother's door and began knocking incessantly, now willing to stop till the door was opened.
"Hey, I heard you the first time." A voice called from inside the room.
"Kai, open the door!" Legolas insisted. He heard the reluctant footsteps make the way to the door; Legolas did not wait for his brother to invite him in, pushing past the taller form of his brother and sitting upon the bed waiting for his brother to rejoin him. Instead, though, his brother remained standing in the open door frame with an amused expression on his face, he should not have been enjoying it this much, should he?
"Trouble, Legolas?" he asked coyly, shutting the door and sitting beside his brother.
"Yes, trouble!" Legolas exclaimed, jumping from the bed in agitation, pacing up and down the room, as his father did when he was bothered by delegations.
Kaimelar tried not to laugh; it would not do to have Legolas angry with him as well as Verya. He shook his head, feeling bad for the elder elf, for whom he had the utmost respect and affection for, but sometimes, well sometimes, Kaimelar just felt the need enact revenge for all the times Verya had reminded him of blunders of the past, was it his fault that his hands were sweaty and he let the arrow slip, slip right into Helyanwe's horse's rump, causing it to speed of with her screaming upon it. It was she who caused this whole mess with Legolas to begin in the first place, with Helyanwe's and Verya's of course.
It had been no secret to his friends and, to Kaimelar's dislike, his family that he had been keen on a secret dark haired beauty, that being Helyanwe; the two had none each other for quite awhile, and since their first meeting, Kaimelar knew he was in love, but hadn't the guts to admit it to her, or make any indication in the slightest which would reveal his secret. But as it was, the two were taking a stroll round the palace grounds, when Verya spotted them, and always up for a good time, went over to the eldest child of Thranduil, and reminisced about the time he had spooked his own horse, unintentionally, lost control and fell off, knocking himself senseless during their most recent patrol of the Mirkwood borders. Helyanwe laughed in the most kindly of fashions, well aware of her dear friend's fault, but Kaimelar had turned a deep crimson, and for the rest of the day spoke not a word, leaving Helyanwe to entertain herself the rest of the afternoon they spent together. So, for that incident, Kaimelar repaid the Elven Captain through Legolas, telling him how he had hit the target his first time round, well aware Legolas would not even be using an arrow for his first few lessons. He knew his baby brother all too well.
"Well, tell me what happened?" Kaimelar coaxed, bringing his little brother to his lap.
"Nothing! Ver told me," Legolas slipped into a mock impersonation of the Captain, "No shooting Legolas." Kaimelar couldn't help it, the laughter just came out, it was such a funny impression. To his surprise Legolas laughed too. "I funny!" He jumped off his brother's lap, and began to pace once more, but now he did it as he remembered seeing Verya do it in front of the archers as they trained, he once again proceeded to imitate Verya, "No shooting! We pull string again and again! Cause I said so!" Legolas continued, much to his brother's amusement, it was an awful impression; it was just the sight of the spectacle that made it so funny.
"What do you think you are doing," Sildulin said, as she peeked into the room, her attention being drawn in the hallway as she heard her brother pounding on the door. Legolas thought for a second, Kaimelar thought it was funny, which meant his sister probably would not like it so much.
"Kai told me to do it." Legolas said, quick to shed any blame whatsoever; his brother laughed, that was like telling him to continue, and fact was he didn't tell him to stop and since he was the older, more responsible elf, it was his job to tell his younger brother to decease improper behavior, otherwise how would Legolas ever learn?
***Another chapter done. Thanks for the reviews and I'll try to keep updating as soon as I can.***