A/N: Wow! I am amazed at several things.
1. That I am updating this a day after I wrote the first chapter!
2. That I already have 2 reviews, and my fic has only been up for a day!
So, yeah, now I have some thanks and answers to send out, and then, on to the story! No babbling this time ... I think.
To Anastasia Who: Thank you so much for reviewing! I love to get feedback from people who like what I write! I agree about the name, Aimien. I like it too, that's why I used it! ^_^ This fic will not get higher than PG-13. I'm not even sure if it will get that high ... it might. ^_^ Thanks again for reviewing!
To Vicki Turner: Thanks for your review! ^_^
Now that the thank you's are done, I will let you guys get on to the story. Without me babbling. I think I should write a fanfic that I can just have one character babble the whole time. If anyone knows what character or category I could do that in, please either e-mail me, or put it in a review. Thanks. ^_~
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As Legolas walked into his father's room, he was humming. His beautiful Elven voice rang through the wide halls of Mirkwood's palace. The stone made his voice echo, and as he heard how loud he was being, he blushed lightly and stepped into the presence of his father.
Thranduil was tall, even for an Elf. He stood at 6'11", and his flowing blond hair was tied much in the same way as his son's. However, his hair was much longer than the Prince's, hanging to his waist. His eyes were also similar to Legolas'. In fact, if they stood next to each other, they looked like twins, except for the height.
However, Thranduil had something that Legolas did not. He had the years of serving as Mirkwood's king, and the wisdom that he had gained during that time could be seen in the slight wrinkling around his eyes; the gentle downward curve of his mouth. At the moment, however, Thranduil was not frowning. He was grinning delightedly at having his only son back from Rivendell.
"Ta ná anwa. Elyë nar sinomë!*" Thranduil exclaimed to his son. Legolas smiled at his father, and stood awkwardly at the door of his father's room. It was a study/bedroom, and had all his father's volumes on shelves lining the walls; with a fine stone desk sitting in one corner, and a king-sized bed in the middle of the room. His father stood, and swiftly walked over to his long-gone son. "My son," he whispered as he embraced the Prince. Legolas was not a very physical person most of the time, but this was his father. He hugged him back, and then pulled away, asking, "How have you been, father?"
Thranduil leaned against a window sill, and beckoned Legolas to look out the window with him. Mirkwood was built overlooking the entire forest; a mix between Rivendell and the Lothlorian. As Legolas stared out the window, he saw the beautiful Mirkwood Elves, all with gorgeous blond hair, celebrating the return of their Prince by singing a Lament that Legolas had never hear before. He turned to his father, curious.
"What is the Lament that they are singing, father?" he asked.
Thranduil smiled and replied, "Listen, my son. They have created this in honour of the return of their Prince."
Legolas' green eyes looked back out over the forest, and his observant ears picked up the words of the Lament.
"Laitalva lië,
Laita i Eldar,
Laita i aran,
Ar i taura Menel,
An vanya Legolas;
Vanwa, ar hirë!
Laita Legolas!"**
Legolas turned back to Thranduil, and laughed. A rare tribute to see, the Prince laughing. "They are praising me?" he laughed again. Thranduil nodded, and his eyes twinkled.
For the next several hours, Legolas and his father sat and talked about the Prince's adventures. They spoke of the power of the Rivendell Elves, and that perhaps it would be good to reunite the Elves of Middle Earth. They talked of the Ring, and how the little hobbits had been the one's to destroy it. As they talked, it grew dark, and without realizing it, Legolas became hungry. Soon, he noticed that the sunlight had faded, and that the moon was now high in the sky.
"Father, I must go. I have a dinner waiting for me with a lovely Elf maiden whom I met coming to Mirkwood. Her name is Aimien." Seeing his father's look of confusion, he added, "You sent her to greet me, and bring me to Mirkwood, did you not?" Thranduil's eyebrows were knitted.
"No, my son, I did not. I have not heard of an Aimien. Go to feast, but be careful. She may have more to her than she seems."
Legolas was now very confused, but he walked out of his father's room, and his feet made slight hollow sounds on the floor as he headed for the dining hall.
The Elven Prince was not paying attention to the sounds around him. This was a grave mistake. He didn't realize he was in danger until he felt the cold blade of a dagger at his throat. A deep, Elven voice spoke in his ear, mockingly.
"Praise the Elven Prince."
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A/N: I hope you liked this chapter too. Please review.
*"Ta ná anwa. Elyë nar sinomë!" means "It is true. You are here!"; again, Quenya Elvish. I will probably try to put a line of Quenya in every chapter, because it is fun, and educational! ^_^
**"Laitalva lië,
Laita i Eldar,
Laita i aran,
Ar i taura Menel,
An vanya Legolas;
Vanwa, ar hirë!
Laita Legolas!" means:
"Praise our people,
Praise the Elves,
Praise the King,
And the mighty Sky,
For fair Legolas,
Lost, and found!
Praise Legolas!"
It's more of a praise than a Lament, but the Elves can make anything sound Lament-ous. ^_^
1. That I am updating this a day after I wrote the first chapter!
2. That I already have 2 reviews, and my fic has only been up for a day!
So, yeah, now I have some thanks and answers to send out, and then, on to the story! No babbling this time ... I think.
To Anastasia Who: Thank you so much for reviewing! I love to get feedback from people who like what I write! I agree about the name, Aimien. I like it too, that's why I used it! ^_^ This fic will not get higher than PG-13. I'm not even sure if it will get that high ... it might. ^_^ Thanks again for reviewing!
To Vicki Turner: Thanks for your review! ^_^
Now that the thank you's are done, I will let you guys get on to the story. Without me babbling. I think I should write a fanfic that I can just have one character babble the whole time. If anyone knows what character or category I could do that in, please either e-mail me, or put it in a review. Thanks. ^_~
~*~*~*~
As Legolas walked into his father's room, he was humming. His beautiful Elven voice rang through the wide halls of Mirkwood's palace. The stone made his voice echo, and as he heard how loud he was being, he blushed lightly and stepped into the presence of his father.
Thranduil was tall, even for an Elf. He stood at 6'11", and his flowing blond hair was tied much in the same way as his son's. However, his hair was much longer than the Prince's, hanging to his waist. His eyes were also similar to Legolas'. In fact, if they stood next to each other, they looked like twins, except for the height.
However, Thranduil had something that Legolas did not. He had the years of serving as Mirkwood's king, and the wisdom that he had gained during that time could be seen in the slight wrinkling around his eyes; the gentle downward curve of his mouth. At the moment, however, Thranduil was not frowning. He was grinning delightedly at having his only son back from Rivendell.
"Ta ná anwa. Elyë nar sinomë!*" Thranduil exclaimed to his son. Legolas smiled at his father, and stood awkwardly at the door of his father's room. It was a study/bedroom, and had all his father's volumes on shelves lining the walls; with a fine stone desk sitting in one corner, and a king-sized bed in the middle of the room. His father stood, and swiftly walked over to his long-gone son. "My son," he whispered as he embraced the Prince. Legolas was not a very physical person most of the time, but this was his father. He hugged him back, and then pulled away, asking, "How have you been, father?"
Thranduil leaned against a window sill, and beckoned Legolas to look out the window with him. Mirkwood was built overlooking the entire forest; a mix between Rivendell and the Lothlorian. As Legolas stared out the window, he saw the beautiful Mirkwood Elves, all with gorgeous blond hair, celebrating the return of their Prince by singing a Lament that Legolas had never hear before. He turned to his father, curious.
"What is the Lament that they are singing, father?" he asked.
Thranduil smiled and replied, "Listen, my son. They have created this in honour of the return of their Prince."
Legolas' green eyes looked back out over the forest, and his observant ears picked up the words of the Lament.
"Laitalva lië,
Laita i Eldar,
Laita i aran,
Ar i taura Menel,
An vanya Legolas;
Vanwa, ar hirë!
Laita Legolas!"**
Legolas turned back to Thranduil, and laughed. A rare tribute to see, the Prince laughing. "They are praising me?" he laughed again. Thranduil nodded, and his eyes twinkled.
For the next several hours, Legolas and his father sat and talked about the Prince's adventures. They spoke of the power of the Rivendell Elves, and that perhaps it would be good to reunite the Elves of Middle Earth. They talked of the Ring, and how the little hobbits had been the one's to destroy it. As they talked, it grew dark, and without realizing it, Legolas became hungry. Soon, he noticed that the sunlight had faded, and that the moon was now high in the sky.
"Father, I must go. I have a dinner waiting for me with a lovely Elf maiden whom I met coming to Mirkwood. Her name is Aimien." Seeing his father's look of confusion, he added, "You sent her to greet me, and bring me to Mirkwood, did you not?" Thranduil's eyebrows were knitted.
"No, my son, I did not. I have not heard of an Aimien. Go to feast, but be careful. She may have more to her than she seems."
Legolas was now very confused, but he walked out of his father's room, and his feet made slight hollow sounds on the floor as he headed for the dining hall.
The Elven Prince was not paying attention to the sounds around him. This was a grave mistake. He didn't realize he was in danger until he felt the cold blade of a dagger at his throat. A deep, Elven voice spoke in his ear, mockingly.
"Praise the Elven Prince."
~*~*~*~
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter too. Please review.
*"Ta ná anwa. Elyë nar sinomë!" means "It is true. You are here!"; again, Quenya Elvish. I will probably try to put a line of Quenya in every chapter, because it is fun, and educational! ^_^
**"Laitalva lië,
Laita i Eldar,
Laita i aran,
Ar i taura Menel,
An vanya Legolas;
Vanwa, ar hirë!
Laita Legolas!" means:
"Praise our people,
Praise the Elves,
Praise the King,
And the mighty Sky,
For fair Legolas,
Lost, and found!
Praise Legolas!"
It's more of a praise than a Lament, but the Elves can make anything sound Lament-ous. ^_^