Disclaimer: Thank you for all your reviews, they have been helpful in making my story better!! I'm sooooo excited about Return of the King coming out, and I hope that it lives up to the book – which is by far the best out of the trilogy!
However, I'm annoyed that Peter Jackson cut Sarumon out of the film! How will they explain what happens to the Shire, grrrr!!
Thank yous:
Adryl – Thank you, it's really nice to get a review that appreciates my writing!! :o)
Silcawen Uvanimor-dreamingfifi – I looked up your point about Namaarie, and I don't mean to brag, but I was right!! Hehe, I went on an Elvish translation site:
http://members.lycos.co.uk/robertmcnicol/links.html - and it said that my way of spelling Namaarie was right, so I don't know where your version came into play. If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself!
Calesta – Thank you for your very in-depth review of my story, believe it or not it was quite helpful! Also, I thought I mentioned in the disclaimer before my last chapter that this was before the war of the ring!! So, as Legolas lives in Mirkwood (hence Prince of Mirkwood), then he wouldn't have to be blindfolded!!
This story is before the War of the Ring!!
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Chapter 2: Meetings and Partings
Although Legolas was saddened at the prospect of leaving Mirkwood, he couldn't help feeling rather proud that his father had trusted him with such a task. Usually, his father would not have asked him to do anything of the sort, and even though his heart felt lightened there was a sense of some ill-fated activity that would not leave his mind. He sighed, and carried on packing his bag for the long journey to Rivendell the next day. As the evening began to fade into darkness, there was a knock at the door.
"Good evening, your highness." smirked the elf, as he entered the room.
"How are you Narquelie?" Smiled Legolas and he embraced his companion.
"I'm fine," replied Narquelie, "but how are you? I cannot believe that the King put you in charge of the army!"
"Neither can I," sighed Legolas, "at first I thought that he was trying to fetch me out."
"That is what I first thought when Angrod told me," said Narquelie, "I said, who would put Legolas in charge of anything?"
Legolas frowned at Narquelie who just grinned back.
"You seem to have little faith in me, Narquelie." Said Legolas, pretending to look hurt.
"Oh I'm sorry, did I hurt little blue eye's feelings?" Narquelie said sarcastically.
Legolas thought that he had better change to subject, as Narquelie always won at these games.
"So, are you all set for tomorrow?" Asked Legolas, trying to maintain some form of dignity.
"Just about," said Narquelie, a small trace of a triumphant smile on his face.
"Well you had better hurry up Narquelie," Said Legolas.
There was another knock at the door; Legolas looked round to see Angrod standing at the door.
"Come in, Aredhel." Smiled Legolas and beckoned Angrod in, "what is that I can do for you?"
"The King wishes that you join him, Your Highness," said Angrod, "he wants to give you a briefing on your trip to Rivendell."
"If I must, Angrod." Sighed Legolas, putting the final items for the battle into his bag and throwing it down on the floor, "I will see you tomorrow Narquelie."
"Goodnight Legolas, Angrod." He bowed and left the room.
Legolas follow Angrod from his room and through the winding corridors of the palace. He reached the familiar doors of his father's court, and he turned to face Angrod.
"I do not suppose that you are coming to Rivendell, Angrod?" Asked Legolas, eager to prolong the time he spent away from his father.
"I am afraid not Your Highness," sighed Angrod deeply, "the King wishes me to remain here so that I will be able to pass on messages at his will."
"Then, if I do not see you by tomorrow I hope that you keep well." Smiled Legolas.
"Thank you Your Highness, and good luck." Said Angrod, then bowing he turned and left the hallway.
The feeling of dread was overwhelming him again, why did his father never come to see him? That way, he would not look so worried when faced with the prospect of talking with his father. He opened the doors and found that his father had not moved from the same position since he last saw him in the morning.
"You called, Father?" Said Legolas, as he reached his father's chair.
"I wish to speak to you about the days ahead of you," said the King tonelessly, "I had a letter from Elrond of Rivendell just minuets ago and he told that Alasse Anwarunya of Lothlorien had arrived with what's left of her company earlier this afternoon."
Legolas suddenly felt a funny sensation in a region of his stomach that he did not think had anything to do with the fact that he was in the presence of his father. The King noticed and gave Legolas a calculating look.
"Is there something wrong, Legolas?" Said the King, sounding impatient.
"N-No, nothing is wrong Father." Said Legolas, gathering himself together trying to ignore the gnawing sensation in his stomach, "it's just that, well I thought she was one of the Elves that were killed in the ambush on Lothlorien?"
"No she is alive, save a few cut and bruises," said the King, still giving Legolas a shrewd look, "now…"
But Legolas was not listening; of course what he had told his father about Alasse was a lie. In the whole of his life (which was quite a long time), he had never met anyone quite like her. Even thinking about her made him shiver, she had the most beautiful eyes, azure blue that sparkled like diamonds in the moonlight, long silvery hair which floated in loose curls around her face. Her voice was musical to his ears, her skin flawless, so you could say that she was perfect.
"Legolas, did you hear any of what I just told you?" Said the King angrily; looking at Legolas' glazed expression.
"Wha-Oh, yes I did father," said Legolas, bringing himself back into reality.
The King shot him a suspicious look, but carried on with instructing Legolas on the journey ahead of him the next day. Legolas however, was only half interested. The last time that he had seen Alasse was over a hundred years ago when she was training to be a Lothlorien soldier, the only female Elf that wished to do so. When the King had finished briefing Legolas on the trip to Rivendell, Legolas hurried up to his room and sank down onto his bed. He sighed to himself, thinking about the days ahead and about Alasse, for she had not left his mind since they first met.
"This is going to be a long journey." He said softly to the darkness around him.
Even though Elves do not sleep, Legolas closed his eyes and fell into an uneasy rest.
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Author's note: Well there you have it, another great chapter! Oh, I saw The Return of the King after I wrote my disclaimer! It's amazing, even without Christopher Lee in it – you have to go now! Yes go, turn off your computer (after you have reviewed of course), and GO!
TBC …
