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(A.N. We're skipping to where they are all in Helms Deep and where Legolas just made an outburst infront of all the Rohans. )
Legolas sat on the cold steps outside of the keep of Helms Deep. He didn't know why he had let himself make such an outburst, and in front of the Rohans. It was idiocy. The moist air brushed against his skin, and it made him shiver. He didn't know why he had let himself make such an outburst. Perhaps it was because his incredible weariness, or perhaps the dwarf was getting on his nerves again? But mostly its cause was because he knew that Rohan would not survive. But still the king kept insisting there was hope when there was none.
Legolas glanced around, his eyes catching site of a small boy trying to put on a very old shirt of chain mail. For a while he just watched, still amazed that they had boys fighting Uruk-Hai. But the young human was persistant, trying desperately to fasten the rusty buckles around his waist.
Finally, legolas sighed, getting up. He walked over to the young human- who stopped what he was doing to gaze up at the elf with awe. "What is your name?" Legolas asked softly.
"Peter." The boy answered. "Of Sandersees."
Legolas paused, looking at the ancient armor. "That chain mail wont fit you, Peter of Sandersees. Even if you did get it on."
Peter looked around, downcast. "It was all that was left My Lord." He answered. "I a m lucky to have it."
Legolas blinked. Somehow he liked the boys humbleness and honesty. "Would you care to have mine?" He asked.
"Peter looked up at the tall elf with amazement. "But you aren't wearying any my lord."
Legolas set his bow and quiver of arrows in a cart beside them, and shed his outside jacket. Between his jacket and shirt was fine chain mail. It sparkled in the moonlight, and was interlaced with mythriell.
Peter's eyes boggled and he gasped loudly as Legolas took the amazing shirt and held it outstretched. "Mythrill." Peter breathed. "But sir, this is armor suited for a prince." Peter said, looking up with wide eyes.
"However, I doubt any orc arrow will find me." Legolas said, taking the boys old armor in his hands. "Rohan will need you." He said, examining the ancient chain mail with mere curiosity.
"Than you are a prince my Lord?" Peter asked, running his hands over the mythriel chain mail.
Legolas looked down his blue eyes taking in the site of the young human. The boy only came up to his waist in height, and he had mud on his face and the look of someone who hadn't had enough to eat in a long time. "Yes." Legolas answered slowly.
Peter's eyes got even bigger.
"Now go." Legolas said, putting on the old armor, and then his green jacket once again. "I am sure you should report to your superior soon."
"Yes my Lord." Peter said, easily slipping on the mythril chain mail and fastening it around his waist. "I will return it when the battle is over."
"No need." Legolas replied softly. "There will be many battles after this, and I have a feeling that you will still need it."
"But what if I do not see you after this My Lord?" Peter asked, as Legolas began to walk away. "What if I do not last the night?"
Peter watched as the tall elf slowly turned towards him. It would be the last time the boy would see this elf, or hear the immortal's voice. Still he would tell it to his grandchildren, and great grandchildren.
Legolas paused. "Than I doubt I would have seen the dawn either." After a long moment of silence, he smiled. "Keep it warrior of Rohan. And may the Valar protect you." With that he turned, and walked away. Perhaps he had been wrong, perhaps there was still hope. Although many thought it foolish to still believe in something after it was most likely not to happen, he found himself doing so. It was a very human trait, and perhaps he had been with Aragorn for too long. But still, out of the many traits of the human, this wasn't a bad one, not ever giving up.
Peter looked down at the fine armor, brushing his small hands over it. Later, when he would become a man, he would still wear that armor. Even when he became old and worn and a great lord over many hills of Rohan, he would still tell of the Elven Prince.
Looking up, Peter looked for the Elven Prince, but he had vanished. Much like the rest of his race, into legend and then later fairy tales.
To Be continued! (Just go on to the next chapter. Don't forget to review!)
(A.N. We're skipping to where they are all in Helms Deep and where Legolas just made an outburst infront of all the Rohans. )
Legolas sat on the cold steps outside of the keep of Helms Deep. He didn't know why he had let himself make such an outburst, and in front of the Rohans. It was idiocy. The moist air brushed against his skin, and it made him shiver. He didn't know why he had let himself make such an outburst. Perhaps it was because his incredible weariness, or perhaps the dwarf was getting on his nerves again? But mostly its cause was because he knew that Rohan would not survive. But still the king kept insisting there was hope when there was none.
Legolas glanced around, his eyes catching site of a small boy trying to put on a very old shirt of chain mail. For a while he just watched, still amazed that they had boys fighting Uruk-Hai. But the young human was persistant, trying desperately to fasten the rusty buckles around his waist.
Finally, legolas sighed, getting up. He walked over to the young human- who stopped what he was doing to gaze up at the elf with awe. "What is your name?" Legolas asked softly.
"Peter." The boy answered. "Of Sandersees."
Legolas paused, looking at the ancient armor. "That chain mail wont fit you, Peter of Sandersees. Even if you did get it on."
Peter looked around, downcast. "It was all that was left My Lord." He answered. "I a m lucky to have it."
Legolas blinked. Somehow he liked the boys humbleness and honesty. "Would you care to have mine?" He asked.
"Peter looked up at the tall elf with amazement. "But you aren't wearying any my lord."
Legolas set his bow and quiver of arrows in a cart beside them, and shed his outside jacket. Between his jacket and shirt was fine chain mail. It sparkled in the moonlight, and was interlaced with mythriell.
Peter's eyes boggled and he gasped loudly as Legolas took the amazing shirt and held it outstretched. "Mythrill." Peter breathed. "But sir, this is armor suited for a prince." Peter said, looking up with wide eyes.
"However, I doubt any orc arrow will find me." Legolas said, taking the boys old armor in his hands. "Rohan will need you." He said, examining the ancient chain mail with mere curiosity.
"Than you are a prince my Lord?" Peter asked, running his hands over the mythriel chain mail.
Legolas looked down his blue eyes taking in the site of the young human. The boy only came up to his waist in height, and he had mud on his face and the look of someone who hadn't had enough to eat in a long time. "Yes." Legolas answered slowly.
Peter's eyes got even bigger.
"Now go." Legolas said, putting on the old armor, and then his green jacket once again. "I am sure you should report to your superior soon."
"Yes my Lord." Peter said, easily slipping on the mythril chain mail and fastening it around his waist. "I will return it when the battle is over."
"No need." Legolas replied softly. "There will be many battles after this, and I have a feeling that you will still need it."
"But what if I do not see you after this My Lord?" Peter asked, as Legolas began to walk away. "What if I do not last the night?"
Peter watched as the tall elf slowly turned towards him. It would be the last time the boy would see this elf, or hear the immortal's voice. Still he would tell it to his grandchildren, and great grandchildren.
Legolas paused. "Than I doubt I would have seen the dawn either." After a long moment of silence, he smiled. "Keep it warrior of Rohan. And may the Valar protect you." With that he turned, and walked away. Perhaps he had been wrong, perhaps there was still hope. Although many thought it foolish to still believe in something after it was most likely not to happen, he found himself doing so. It was a very human trait, and perhaps he had been with Aragorn for too long. But still, out of the many traits of the human, this wasn't a bad one, not ever giving up.
Peter looked down at the fine armor, brushing his small hands over it. Later, when he would become a man, he would still wear that armor. Even when he became old and worn and a great lord over many hills of Rohan, he would still tell of the Elven Prince.
Looking up, Peter looked for the Elven Prince, but he had vanished. Much like the rest of his race, into legend and then later fairy tales.
To Be continued! (Just go on to the next chapter. Don't forget to review!)