A/N: Here is a little gift from me to you all! MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Behind Blue Eyes
Chapter 12: It's Solitude
(Elrond)
So much has happened this day that I am not eager to go to dinner in the hall with my friends and family. Sighing as I straighten my robes and look once more in the mirror I quickly nod to myself and get myself into the right mind-set for this dinner.
" Such an adventure this shall be." I mutter and leave my chambers and head down the stairs to where the hall is. A large harvest table has been set with all the dining wear and bowls of steaming food have already been placed on the table. Some kitchen staff place pitchers of wine and other drinks on the table before bowing to me and exiting the room. I casually walk over to the table, just as my advisor Glorfindel arrives, his own long hair (A/n: I'm sorry if this is a person's character I just stole, I've seen the name mentioned in many fics and decided he was an actual J.R.R Tolkien person, and I don't know much so I won't be describing him.) braided in a complicated design. He smiles slightly before seating himself on my right where he usually sits beside my sons.
" How did the reunion go?" He asks and I give him a stern look to which he laughs at.
" Not so well." He quirks a delicate eyebrow and I sigh before elaborating on the subject.
" Let's just say two wet princes weren't very happy." I mutter and Glorfindel raises his hands
" I don't even think I want to know." He smiles and laughs.
" Oh but what an adventure it was Glorfindel." Elrohir says from behind the advisor as he and his twin seat themselves at the table.
" Yes, Estel and Legolas both plunged off suicide falls, and lived to tell about it." Elladan laughs as Glrofindel turns to me an astonished look on his face. Many times has the advisor been present as bodies were fished from the rapidly flowing river.
" Survived but not undamaged." Comes the voice of my adopted son Estel, who comes in walking casually beside Legolas, both changed and presentable. I watch the two closely as they sit beside each other, not saying anything more. Legolas laps into a silence that seems to be more of a fearful reflection, while Estel's is more of a comfortable silence. I watch the two friends for a moment longer before speaking.
" I hope that we will make it through dinner without confrontation, Legolas?" I direct my eyes at the prince and his briefly meet mine before returning to his hands, which are moving restlessly in his lap.
" Hopefully Lord Elrond." He says, almost in a whisper. I can tell he is not comfortable with being forced to eat across from his father, but there will be no slacking in manners while he is in my court.
" Such a nice evening is it not?" I look over at Gandalf who has arrived, still dressed in his gray robes, minus the pointed hat he always wears. Seating himself beside the prince he smiles at him and I am slightly surprised to see a smirk in return. We all sit in silence, each not wanting to break it with mindless chatter, that is until my brother and his guard appear.
" By the heavens brother, your halls are just as confusing as the dwarf's cavern!" my brother exclaims as he enters the hall. I smile, knowing that Mirkwood is not as large as Rivendell but to me is just as confusing as my home is to my brother.
" At least you found it before dinner was served." I smile and gesture to Thranduil and his guard to sit across from the other's, which they do and quickly settle themselves. Not soon after dinner is served, a fine game bird roasted over an open flame in herbs and spices. Picking at my own plate I keep an eye on both my brother and his son, watching how they react to each other. Legolas refuses to even look at his father, who every now and then peers over at him, trying to catch the eye of his son while engaged in a conversation with Glorfindel. Casting my eyes around the table I also notice that neither of my boys are eating with their normal appetite, each casting glances at Legolas as he plays with the meal. Gandalf is the only one eating heartily while keeping a conversation going with Lucciola the Mirkwood guard about what's been going on in the forests.
" Legolas?" I bring my eyes to look at my brother as he says his son's name. The blonde prince still doesn't look at the man but responds with a cold voice
" Yes Lord Thranduil?" he grinds out the title. Thranduil cringes slightly before continuing.
" Tasinver sends his regards and feels bad about not being able to come, his duties keep him from travelling outside the woods." At the mention of his mentor's name Legolas smiles slightly before returning his expression to emotionless.
" That is well, I hope he is in good health." He responds almost like he rehearsed what to say. Lucciola gives his lord a look before shrugging and speaking to the prince himself.
" Prince Legolas, I have learned from you old mentor, he is a fine teacher and he said that you were the best archer in Mirkwood, maybe you could show me some of your skill sometime?" He asks, his calm voice mirroring the warrior's eyes. I smile at the mention of the stories Tasinver tells.
" I don't think that would be possible. If you want to see skill, as Thranduil to hate you, that will show you skill." He casts a look of pure anger at his father before standing up and removing himself from the table. I stare after his retreating form and look at my brother who's hands are over his face, hiding it from view.
" I never realized just how bad he is." He mutters and I look at my son's, silently telling them to leave us. They get up and I catch Elrohir's eye, directing my own to Lucciola who sits stonily beside his lord.
" Lucciola, come we would like to show you our. um.. battle rooms." Elrohir says and the guard gets up from the table and bows to me and his lord before exiting with my sons. I sit there, watching as my brother forces himself not to show any emotion but I can tell it is eating him up.
" Thranduil, I think it is time we had a little talk." I tell him and he nods, leaving the table I lead my brother to my study, where we may talk in private. Leaving Gandalf and Glorefindel to their own devices.
(Elrohir - okay.. something new here)
Walking down the south hall I cast glances at the Mirkwood warrior, whose pale eyes watch his surroundings with interest. Looking over at my brother I notice his own watching of the Mirkwood elf, but wink when I catch his eye.
" So, Lucciola is it? How long have you been the lead guard of Mirwood?" I ask, breaking the silence and making the pale-eyed warrior look at me, his face a mask of indifference.
" Over six years." He responds coolly as we round a corner to the weapon's room. Pushing open the doors I stand back and allow the guard to see the great weapons room. The wood elf nods and walks in, his soft moccasins making not a sound on the floor as he passes. I follow, giving Elladan a toothy grin before speaking once more to the guard.
" How did you come to be in his service?" Lucciola doesn't respond, only wonders around the room, eyeing the many weapons. He then turns and fixes both of us with his pale eyes, the color of ivory, I look easily into them.
" I know what you are trying to do, your trying to find more about Lord Thranduil by asking me questions. Trust me when I say this, my lord is heart broken about his son and has only the best of intentions." He states firmly and I sigh, knowing it was no use to try and trick the Elven warrior. I open my mouth but my twin beats me to it, his voice ringing clearly.
" Than tell us. Has he really changed or is just pretending to get close to Legolas." Elladan asks coldly and I gape at his rude question. The Mirkwood warrior stares for a moment and then a small smile plays at his lips.
" My you are a straight-foreword person. I admire that, I must say you would make a good warrior lord Elladan." He comments before looking out the window at the many gently swaying trees.
" Lord Thranduil was filled with sorrow after he realized just what he lost." The warrior begins, his pale eyes have this far-off look of memory, almost like he is speaking from a dream.
" His son, Prince Legolas was the only light in his life, but when he realized just how much that light was smothered it sent him into a determined way. He started taking part in hunts like he use to, and doing all the things he once did before his wife died." He continues, turning to look at us with a sidelong glance.
" I am very proud of my Lord, he has stopped his drinking and has found the one thing that was missing when his wife was slain, he has found hope." I shake my head and look at the ground, unsure of how to ask my question but close my mouth when the warrior says something else, almost like a whisper
" The only thing he desires now is the love of his son." I look over at Elladan and notice how his own eyes are slightly shiny and suddenly realize just how much his friendship with Legolas means.
" Elladan." I begin but my brother cuts me off, his eyes coming to look into mine, flashing anger and hatred before turning on the warrior, his voice as cold as stone
" If that is the only thing he desires than why didn't he seek it when Legolas lived with him! He has no idea what he did to my friends' soul. Legolas is a young, broken elfling inside! The mask he portrays on the outside is to keep himself from getting hurt again! He is living in his own solitude within himself!" my twin shouts and does a roundabout and stalks from the room, leaving myself and the Mirkwood guard to stare after him. I turn to apologize to our guest but he holds up one, slim yet strong hand.
" Don't. I understand. Your twin reminds me of my relationship with my own brother when he was alive. He was just as compassionate as he is toward his friendship with the prince, no one has to forgive that." He says and I stare at Lucciola before stepping closer to the warrior, eyeing him wearily as he gazes upon me the same way.
" How did your brother die Lucciola?" I ask, noticing the reflection that ran through his eyes and the shiver that racked his body only moments ago. The warrior stares across the chamber, eyeing the door like a scared rabbit before composing himself once more and answering me.
" He was beaten to death by my father. That is why Lord Thranduil took me into his house, that my situation reminded him of his own with his son. You can say I'm Legolas's adopted brother."
Immortal Sadness: MERRY CHRISTMAS! I hope you all like your present from me to you! I hope you all get what you desire and have a good time with your families. I know I'll enjoy my time with mine.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
~~ Immortal Sadness ~~
Behind Blue Eyes
Chapter 12: It's Solitude
(Elrond)
So much has happened this day that I am not eager to go to dinner in the hall with my friends and family. Sighing as I straighten my robes and look once more in the mirror I quickly nod to myself and get myself into the right mind-set for this dinner.
" Such an adventure this shall be." I mutter and leave my chambers and head down the stairs to where the hall is. A large harvest table has been set with all the dining wear and bowls of steaming food have already been placed on the table. Some kitchen staff place pitchers of wine and other drinks on the table before bowing to me and exiting the room. I casually walk over to the table, just as my advisor Glorfindel arrives, his own long hair (A/n: I'm sorry if this is a person's character I just stole, I've seen the name mentioned in many fics and decided he was an actual J.R.R Tolkien person, and I don't know much so I won't be describing him.) braided in a complicated design. He smiles slightly before seating himself on my right where he usually sits beside my sons.
" How did the reunion go?" He asks and I give him a stern look to which he laughs at.
" Not so well." He quirks a delicate eyebrow and I sigh before elaborating on the subject.
" Let's just say two wet princes weren't very happy." I mutter and Glorfindel raises his hands
" I don't even think I want to know." He smiles and laughs.
" Oh but what an adventure it was Glorfindel." Elrohir says from behind the advisor as he and his twin seat themselves at the table.
" Yes, Estel and Legolas both plunged off suicide falls, and lived to tell about it." Elladan laughs as Glrofindel turns to me an astonished look on his face. Many times has the advisor been present as bodies were fished from the rapidly flowing river.
" Survived but not undamaged." Comes the voice of my adopted son Estel, who comes in walking casually beside Legolas, both changed and presentable. I watch the two closely as they sit beside each other, not saying anything more. Legolas laps into a silence that seems to be more of a fearful reflection, while Estel's is more of a comfortable silence. I watch the two friends for a moment longer before speaking.
" I hope that we will make it through dinner without confrontation, Legolas?" I direct my eyes at the prince and his briefly meet mine before returning to his hands, which are moving restlessly in his lap.
" Hopefully Lord Elrond." He says, almost in a whisper. I can tell he is not comfortable with being forced to eat across from his father, but there will be no slacking in manners while he is in my court.
" Such a nice evening is it not?" I look over at Gandalf who has arrived, still dressed in his gray robes, minus the pointed hat he always wears. Seating himself beside the prince he smiles at him and I am slightly surprised to see a smirk in return. We all sit in silence, each not wanting to break it with mindless chatter, that is until my brother and his guard appear.
" By the heavens brother, your halls are just as confusing as the dwarf's cavern!" my brother exclaims as he enters the hall. I smile, knowing that Mirkwood is not as large as Rivendell but to me is just as confusing as my home is to my brother.
" At least you found it before dinner was served." I smile and gesture to Thranduil and his guard to sit across from the other's, which they do and quickly settle themselves. Not soon after dinner is served, a fine game bird roasted over an open flame in herbs and spices. Picking at my own plate I keep an eye on both my brother and his son, watching how they react to each other. Legolas refuses to even look at his father, who every now and then peers over at him, trying to catch the eye of his son while engaged in a conversation with Glorfindel. Casting my eyes around the table I also notice that neither of my boys are eating with their normal appetite, each casting glances at Legolas as he plays with the meal. Gandalf is the only one eating heartily while keeping a conversation going with Lucciola the Mirkwood guard about what's been going on in the forests.
" Legolas?" I bring my eyes to look at my brother as he says his son's name. The blonde prince still doesn't look at the man but responds with a cold voice
" Yes Lord Thranduil?" he grinds out the title. Thranduil cringes slightly before continuing.
" Tasinver sends his regards and feels bad about not being able to come, his duties keep him from travelling outside the woods." At the mention of his mentor's name Legolas smiles slightly before returning his expression to emotionless.
" That is well, I hope he is in good health." He responds almost like he rehearsed what to say. Lucciola gives his lord a look before shrugging and speaking to the prince himself.
" Prince Legolas, I have learned from you old mentor, he is a fine teacher and he said that you were the best archer in Mirkwood, maybe you could show me some of your skill sometime?" He asks, his calm voice mirroring the warrior's eyes. I smile at the mention of the stories Tasinver tells.
" I don't think that would be possible. If you want to see skill, as Thranduil to hate you, that will show you skill." He casts a look of pure anger at his father before standing up and removing himself from the table. I stare after his retreating form and look at my brother who's hands are over his face, hiding it from view.
" I never realized just how bad he is." He mutters and I look at my son's, silently telling them to leave us. They get up and I catch Elrohir's eye, directing my own to Lucciola who sits stonily beside his lord.
" Lucciola, come we would like to show you our. um.. battle rooms." Elrohir says and the guard gets up from the table and bows to me and his lord before exiting with my sons. I sit there, watching as my brother forces himself not to show any emotion but I can tell it is eating him up.
" Thranduil, I think it is time we had a little talk." I tell him and he nods, leaving the table I lead my brother to my study, where we may talk in private. Leaving Gandalf and Glorefindel to their own devices.
(Elrohir - okay.. something new here)
Walking down the south hall I cast glances at the Mirkwood warrior, whose pale eyes watch his surroundings with interest. Looking over at my brother I notice his own watching of the Mirkwood elf, but wink when I catch his eye.
" So, Lucciola is it? How long have you been the lead guard of Mirwood?" I ask, breaking the silence and making the pale-eyed warrior look at me, his face a mask of indifference.
" Over six years." He responds coolly as we round a corner to the weapon's room. Pushing open the doors I stand back and allow the guard to see the great weapons room. The wood elf nods and walks in, his soft moccasins making not a sound on the floor as he passes. I follow, giving Elladan a toothy grin before speaking once more to the guard.
" How did you come to be in his service?" Lucciola doesn't respond, only wonders around the room, eyeing the many weapons. He then turns and fixes both of us with his pale eyes, the color of ivory, I look easily into them.
" I know what you are trying to do, your trying to find more about Lord Thranduil by asking me questions. Trust me when I say this, my lord is heart broken about his son and has only the best of intentions." He states firmly and I sigh, knowing it was no use to try and trick the Elven warrior. I open my mouth but my twin beats me to it, his voice ringing clearly.
" Than tell us. Has he really changed or is just pretending to get close to Legolas." Elladan asks coldly and I gape at his rude question. The Mirkwood warrior stares for a moment and then a small smile plays at his lips.
" My you are a straight-foreword person. I admire that, I must say you would make a good warrior lord Elladan." He comments before looking out the window at the many gently swaying trees.
" Lord Thranduil was filled with sorrow after he realized just what he lost." The warrior begins, his pale eyes have this far-off look of memory, almost like he is speaking from a dream.
" His son, Prince Legolas was the only light in his life, but when he realized just how much that light was smothered it sent him into a determined way. He started taking part in hunts like he use to, and doing all the things he once did before his wife died." He continues, turning to look at us with a sidelong glance.
" I am very proud of my Lord, he has stopped his drinking and has found the one thing that was missing when his wife was slain, he has found hope." I shake my head and look at the ground, unsure of how to ask my question but close my mouth when the warrior says something else, almost like a whisper
" The only thing he desires now is the love of his son." I look over at Elladan and notice how his own eyes are slightly shiny and suddenly realize just how much his friendship with Legolas means.
" Elladan." I begin but my brother cuts me off, his eyes coming to look into mine, flashing anger and hatred before turning on the warrior, his voice as cold as stone
" If that is the only thing he desires than why didn't he seek it when Legolas lived with him! He has no idea what he did to my friends' soul. Legolas is a young, broken elfling inside! The mask he portrays on the outside is to keep himself from getting hurt again! He is living in his own solitude within himself!" my twin shouts and does a roundabout and stalks from the room, leaving myself and the Mirkwood guard to stare after him. I turn to apologize to our guest but he holds up one, slim yet strong hand.
" Don't. I understand. Your twin reminds me of my relationship with my own brother when he was alive. He was just as compassionate as he is toward his friendship with the prince, no one has to forgive that." He says and I stare at Lucciola before stepping closer to the warrior, eyeing him wearily as he gazes upon me the same way.
" How did your brother die Lucciola?" I ask, noticing the reflection that ran through his eyes and the shiver that racked his body only moments ago. The warrior stares across the chamber, eyeing the door like a scared rabbit before composing himself once more and answering me.
" He was beaten to death by my father. That is why Lord Thranduil took me into his house, that my situation reminded him of his own with his son. You can say I'm Legolas's adopted brother."
Immortal Sadness: MERRY CHRISTMAS! I hope you all like your present from me to you! I hope you all get what you desire and have a good time with your families. I know I'll enjoy my time with mine.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
~~ Immortal Sadness ~~