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"I just don't think it's right for you to teach him it is okay for him to mock his elders as such," Sildulin replied, in a mature tone. Kaimelar fell back onto his bed, he had quite enough with all the lecturing; his sister always seemed to be the more responsible of the two, though she was quite a bit younger than he, and it irked him to no end that she felt she could talk to him as though he were a child no older than Legolas. If he had the heart for it he would scream, but nature seemed to dictate his actions, so he leaned back and took it, idly listening, in full knowledge his lackadaisical ears would get him into further trouble with her; aye, what a headache were little sisters!
"Think of ada, if anyone else, imagine what it would do to him if he knew that one of his children." Sildulin began.
"Sil, you are taking this far out of proportion, I do not know what has become of you these last few years, but the more the years go by, the more like a nagging naneth you become," Kaimelar said in a cool, hushed voice, no malice intended; his only objective was to silence his sister and gaining a moment of peace for himself. But once the words were spoken he wished he could have taken them back, seeing the hurt look on his sister's face: not because he had teased her (for she was used to that, they both were) but because of how he had teased her, their naneth still being a sensitive topic for them all, and Sildulin so wanting to make her proud. For all her life she was told how she had resembled her mother, and how she reminded so many of her; it made her proud that she could carry on her mother's great legacy, perhaps be half the elf that she remembered her mother to be. It scared her that she might end up disappointing everyone, her mother and father especially, it was a heavy burden for her to bare at such a young age, though she bared it with a singular grace that was greatly admired.
Kaimelar sat up and took her hand, pulling her next to him, fondly putting his arm around her shoulders. "By nagging I meant, you're my favorite sister."
Sildulin rested her head in his shoulder, "I was nagging." She confessed, not feeling quite so bad in her brother's comforting arms. Perhaps she was behaving too seriously, perhaps she should just let her brother's have their fun, and perhaps, she could join in that fun as she always used to. What is it that had changed from then to now? She sighed, why and when had she lost some of her youthful lust for fun and adventure. Well, at least she always had Kaimelar and Legolas to keep her spirit from growing up completely.
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"I like more water, please," Legolas whined slightly, holding his glass out to his father, getting antsy from remaining in his chair all dinner long; his boundless energy feeling stifled. He began to fidget and play with the tablecloth as his father refilled his drink. Thranduil placed glass in front of his son, who had slumped his shoulders and was now looking at the glass perplexed, now beginning to play with what was left on his plate.
"Oh, adar, I was talking to Vanim today." Sildulin exclaimed, suddenly excited by this memory, soliciting an unnoticed glance towards her older brother, Legolas began to listen with a vague interest, it was better than silence.
"There is more to this story?" Thranduil asked in the middle of her daughter's long pause, she grinned at her father.
"Oh indeed there is. A great deal more." She took a sip of her water, clearing her through and stealing one more look towards Kaimelar, "I was speaking to her, and she told me that Helyanwe is returning home to Mirkwood." She smiled once more, taking a bite of bread, awaiting her brother's reaction.
"Oh, really, I didn't hear," he said casually, disappointed the Helyanwe would not have told him in one of the correspondences. "When does Vanim expect her?" He tried to sound as cool and nonchalant as he could, though he could feel a blush begin to spread in his cheeks, why was his face always so readable.
"As early as tomorrow, maybe the day after depending on how smooth their path is." She added demurely, "I did not think you would care."
"As the crowned prince I do, um, with all she has learned from Lord Elrond, she should prove to be a great, ah, well, addition to our Healers. I think matters like that should be top priority for us, since sometimes elves need to be healed, and well, you need healers to do that, and if we didn't have any, that would be bad," Kaimelar finished weakly, stumbling over words in his rambling, and at guzzling down the goblet of wine in front of him, to simply keep him from talking and making a greater fool of himself than he already had. Legolas watched his brother curiously, how strange an elf could turn such a crimson color, but he knew it was nothing to be worried about cause both his sister and father were smiling, so he did to.
"Ada?" he said craning his head up, biting in his lower lip.
"Yes?"
"Does Ver think I am no good?" he asked. Knowing that Verya had to have spoken to his father about that afternoon's archery lesson, they seemed to talk about a lot of things, if you asked Legolas.
"Why would do you think he would think that, because it is the farthest thing from the truth."
"Cause he told me."
"I highly doubt that Legolas," the king replied, wondering why his son would lie to him like that, or whether Legolas had really heard that, misinterpreting something the other elf had said that day, which wasn't exactly impossible. Sometimes lines of communication were crossed when it came to contact between the old and the young.
"He told me so, he said I not able to hit target, but I can!" the young one protested. Becoming heated as he remembered the harsh words that were spoken to him, harsher in retrospect as his mind amplified the patronizing tone of the words, which was slight when originally spoken.
"Well you are young yet, Legolas, you have never shot an arrow before, I think Verya was trying to spare your feelings in case you didn't hit the target, no one ever hits the target the first time." Kaimelar choked on those words, drawing the suspicious attention of his father, he smiled sheepishly under his father's interrogating glare.
"Kai did, right in the center. Tell him Kai!" Legolas declared, kneeling on his chair as he stretched over the table towards his brother. Kaimelar just continued smilingly dumbly, under the heavy stares of his sister and father, if it was just one, he might have been able to ignore it, but the both of them was impossible. He began to hum a little tune to himself, staring at the floor in the unprinceliest of manners; pretending that he was somewhere else completely.
"It's interesting to hear that he thinks you hit the target in the center first time out Kaimelar, do you not find that interesting?" Thranduil spoke, his tone forcing his son's eyes to meet his.
"Most interesting," Kaimelar said, with a fake cheerfulness. How had he not seen this coming?
"Where would he get such an idea from?" Kaimelar shrugged his shoulders, for whatever good that would do him.
"You told me," Legolas interjected, not aware that he was getting his older brother into trouble, just confused as to why Kaimelar was becoming so bashful about his accomplishment.
"Did I? That's funny, I don't quite remember, maybe I was sleepwalking?" Kaimelar said. Why was it he who always got in these embarrassing situations, always getting himself into trouble; when the twins pulled pranks and such stunts they almost never were caught, and if they were, they managed to come off dignified through it all, Kaimelar had no such luck.
"No, no sleepwalk, you were awake, last night, remember?" Legolas said, trying to be helpful in jogging his brother's memory.
"Is it coming back to you, son?" Thranduil asked. Kaimelar simply nodded, he had lost and he knew it; it was not the time to dig himself into a deeper hole by lying some more. He felt as quick jab of pain as Sildulin's foot caught him in the shin, but there was no disapproving look in her eye, she merely shook her head, now feeling bad for her older brother as he was caught out, and was going to be exposed in front of their younger brother. "I'm glad you remember, now. I was worried perhaps you had amnesia or something."
Thranduil raised himself out of his chair, Legolas followed suit and stood upon his own, sticking out his chest as Thranduil did, trying to look just as regal as his father somehow always managed to do.
"I think, since one little elfling here has an early morning with Verya, and it getting late, that that little elfling should be put to bed." Legolas crossed his arms and gave a look of displeasure, but did not vocalize his complaints about not wanting to go to bed and not wanting to take anymore archery with Verya cause it would be useless, his father was using that tone that meant there would be no arguing with what he said. Even Legolas was old enough to distinguish that tone from any other. "And I think that Kaimelar should be the one to put him to bed, it would be especially nice of he told him a bed time story about another little elf who was learning archery, don't you?" He looked to Kaimelar, who again just nodded, but relief was apparent, since now he could tell Legolas the truth in his own way, instead of being exposed by his father at the dinner table.
"Come on Leg, let's get you ready for bed." Kaimelar walked to the other end of the dinner table and let Legolas jump into his arms; which was more difficult now as he was getting bigger every year that passed it seemed; after giving Sildulin and his father a kiss, Legolas was taken out of the room.
"I will come to tuck you in once Kaimelar has finished his son," Thranduil assured, Legolas nodded, as he and Kaimelar passed the corner. Sildulin walked next to where her father stood.
"That was a kind thing you did."
"No use in demeaning him in front of his brother it would do no good." Thranduil sighed, "In fact, if it had not caused Verya such stress, I would think it was but a harmless lie, but I do not think Verya could teach Legolas another lesson if he thought what he thought about Kaimelar." He ran his hand through his hair, with a smile on his face, hopefully tomorrow would be much more bearable for Verya and his little Greenleaf, hopefully was the operative word.
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"I just don't think it's right for you to teach him it is okay for him to mock his elders as such," Sildulin replied, in a mature tone. Kaimelar fell back onto his bed, he had quite enough with all the lecturing; his sister always seemed to be the more responsible of the two, though she was quite a bit younger than he, and it irked him to no end that she felt she could talk to him as though he were a child no older than Legolas. If he had the heart for it he would scream, but nature seemed to dictate his actions, so he leaned back and took it, idly listening, in full knowledge his lackadaisical ears would get him into further trouble with her; aye, what a headache were little sisters!
"Think of ada, if anyone else, imagine what it would do to him if he knew that one of his children." Sildulin began.
"Sil, you are taking this far out of proportion, I do not know what has become of you these last few years, but the more the years go by, the more like a nagging naneth you become," Kaimelar said in a cool, hushed voice, no malice intended; his only objective was to silence his sister and gaining a moment of peace for himself. But once the words were spoken he wished he could have taken them back, seeing the hurt look on his sister's face: not because he had teased her (for she was used to that, they both were) but because of how he had teased her, their naneth still being a sensitive topic for them all, and Sildulin so wanting to make her proud. For all her life she was told how she had resembled her mother, and how she reminded so many of her; it made her proud that she could carry on her mother's great legacy, perhaps be half the elf that she remembered her mother to be. It scared her that she might end up disappointing everyone, her mother and father especially, it was a heavy burden for her to bare at such a young age, though she bared it with a singular grace that was greatly admired.
Kaimelar sat up and took her hand, pulling her next to him, fondly putting his arm around her shoulders. "By nagging I meant, you're my favorite sister."
Sildulin rested her head in his shoulder, "I was nagging." She confessed, not feeling quite so bad in her brother's comforting arms. Perhaps she was behaving too seriously, perhaps she should just let her brother's have their fun, and perhaps, she could join in that fun as she always used to. What is it that had changed from then to now? She sighed, why and when had she lost some of her youthful lust for fun and adventure. Well, at least she always had Kaimelar and Legolas to keep her spirit from growing up completely.
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"I like more water, please," Legolas whined slightly, holding his glass out to his father, getting antsy from remaining in his chair all dinner long; his boundless energy feeling stifled. He began to fidget and play with the tablecloth as his father refilled his drink. Thranduil placed glass in front of his son, who had slumped his shoulders and was now looking at the glass perplexed, now beginning to play with what was left on his plate.
"Oh, adar, I was talking to Vanim today." Sildulin exclaimed, suddenly excited by this memory, soliciting an unnoticed glance towards her older brother, Legolas began to listen with a vague interest, it was better than silence.
"There is more to this story?" Thranduil asked in the middle of her daughter's long pause, she grinned at her father.
"Oh indeed there is. A great deal more." She took a sip of her water, clearing her through and stealing one more look towards Kaimelar, "I was speaking to her, and she told me that Helyanwe is returning home to Mirkwood." She smiled once more, taking a bite of bread, awaiting her brother's reaction.
"Oh, really, I didn't hear," he said casually, disappointed the Helyanwe would not have told him in one of the correspondences. "When does Vanim expect her?" He tried to sound as cool and nonchalant as he could, though he could feel a blush begin to spread in his cheeks, why was his face always so readable.
"As early as tomorrow, maybe the day after depending on how smooth their path is." She added demurely, "I did not think you would care."
"As the crowned prince I do, um, with all she has learned from Lord Elrond, she should prove to be a great, ah, well, addition to our Healers. I think matters like that should be top priority for us, since sometimes elves need to be healed, and well, you need healers to do that, and if we didn't have any, that would be bad," Kaimelar finished weakly, stumbling over words in his rambling, and at guzzling down the goblet of wine in front of him, to simply keep him from talking and making a greater fool of himself than he already had. Legolas watched his brother curiously, how strange an elf could turn such a crimson color, but he knew it was nothing to be worried about cause both his sister and father were smiling, so he did to.
"Ada?" he said craning his head up, biting in his lower lip.
"Yes?"
"Does Ver think I am no good?" he asked. Knowing that Verya had to have spoken to his father about that afternoon's archery lesson, they seemed to talk about a lot of things, if you asked Legolas.
"Why would do you think he would think that, because it is the farthest thing from the truth."
"Cause he told me."
"I highly doubt that Legolas," the king replied, wondering why his son would lie to him like that, or whether Legolas had really heard that, misinterpreting something the other elf had said that day, which wasn't exactly impossible. Sometimes lines of communication were crossed when it came to contact between the old and the young.
"He told me so, he said I not able to hit target, but I can!" the young one protested. Becoming heated as he remembered the harsh words that were spoken to him, harsher in retrospect as his mind amplified the patronizing tone of the words, which was slight when originally spoken.
"Well you are young yet, Legolas, you have never shot an arrow before, I think Verya was trying to spare your feelings in case you didn't hit the target, no one ever hits the target the first time." Kaimelar choked on those words, drawing the suspicious attention of his father, he smiled sheepishly under his father's interrogating glare.
"Kai did, right in the center. Tell him Kai!" Legolas declared, kneeling on his chair as he stretched over the table towards his brother. Kaimelar just continued smilingly dumbly, under the heavy stares of his sister and father, if it was just one, he might have been able to ignore it, but the both of them was impossible. He began to hum a little tune to himself, staring at the floor in the unprinceliest of manners; pretending that he was somewhere else completely.
"It's interesting to hear that he thinks you hit the target in the center first time out Kaimelar, do you not find that interesting?" Thranduil spoke, his tone forcing his son's eyes to meet his.
"Most interesting," Kaimelar said, with a fake cheerfulness. How had he not seen this coming?
"Where would he get such an idea from?" Kaimelar shrugged his shoulders, for whatever good that would do him.
"You told me," Legolas interjected, not aware that he was getting his older brother into trouble, just confused as to why Kaimelar was becoming so bashful about his accomplishment.
"Did I? That's funny, I don't quite remember, maybe I was sleepwalking?" Kaimelar said. Why was it he who always got in these embarrassing situations, always getting himself into trouble; when the twins pulled pranks and such stunts they almost never were caught, and if they were, they managed to come off dignified through it all, Kaimelar had no such luck.
"No, no sleepwalk, you were awake, last night, remember?" Legolas said, trying to be helpful in jogging his brother's memory.
"Is it coming back to you, son?" Thranduil asked. Kaimelar simply nodded, he had lost and he knew it; it was not the time to dig himself into a deeper hole by lying some more. He felt as quick jab of pain as Sildulin's foot caught him in the shin, but there was no disapproving look in her eye, she merely shook her head, now feeling bad for her older brother as he was caught out, and was going to be exposed in front of their younger brother. "I'm glad you remember, now. I was worried perhaps you had amnesia or something."
Thranduil raised himself out of his chair, Legolas followed suit and stood upon his own, sticking out his chest as Thranduil did, trying to look just as regal as his father somehow always managed to do.
"I think, since one little elfling here has an early morning with Verya, and it getting late, that that little elfling should be put to bed." Legolas crossed his arms and gave a look of displeasure, but did not vocalize his complaints about not wanting to go to bed and not wanting to take anymore archery with Verya cause it would be useless, his father was using that tone that meant there would be no arguing with what he said. Even Legolas was old enough to distinguish that tone from any other. "And I think that Kaimelar should be the one to put him to bed, it would be especially nice of he told him a bed time story about another little elf who was learning archery, don't you?" He looked to Kaimelar, who again just nodded, but relief was apparent, since now he could tell Legolas the truth in his own way, instead of being exposed by his father at the dinner table.
"Come on Leg, let's get you ready for bed." Kaimelar walked to the other end of the dinner table and let Legolas jump into his arms; which was more difficult now as he was getting bigger every year that passed it seemed; after giving Sildulin and his father a kiss, Legolas was taken out of the room.
"I will come to tuck you in once Kaimelar has finished his son," Thranduil assured, Legolas nodded, as he and Kaimelar passed the corner. Sildulin walked next to where her father stood.
"That was a kind thing you did."
"No use in demeaning him in front of his brother it would do no good." Thranduil sighed, "In fact, if it had not caused Verya such stress, I would think it was but a harmless lie, but I do not think Verya could teach Legolas another lesson if he thought what he thought about Kaimelar." He ran his hand through his hair, with a smile on his face, hopefully tomorrow would be much more bearable for Verya and his little Greenleaf, hopefully was the operative word.
*Again thanks to those who reviewed, as well as read. This is not the end yet, though it might come off as such. I hope you continue to like it and read it!!! Your support is well received, Thanks again!*