Thank you all your lovely reveiws, I really appreciate them. Feel free to point out any mistakes as I am writing this on WordPad and it doesn't have a spelling checker.
Lalaithwen opened the heavy oak doors and entered the large stone room, seated ahead of her was Thranduil, King of Mirkwood.
"So you wanted to talk to me"
"Yes, I was wondering-"
"I know what you wish to ask me and the answer is, yet again, no, I have not heard from Legolas"
"Oh, well thank you for your time"
She turned to leave.
"Lalaithwen, the moment I hear of my son I will tell you"
She turned back to face the King.
"Thank you"
She left the room and headed towards the forest, remembering the times when they had been there together, when they'd had fun together. It hurt to rememver his smiling face, the loving warmth of his arms. As she wandered deeper into the green forest she listened to the bird singing sweetly and wathched the tree sway in the gentle breeze. She slippped down into the hole they had once played in when they were young. In the cool darkness she fingered a ring that Legolas had given her years ago, it was silver with a red stone set in it. Around the stone were two small, delicately carved silver leaves. She took the ring off and read the inscription on the inside: 'To my Luthien' She had not heard from Legolas in months, an icy tear ran down her cheek for she did not know if her beloved were alive of dead. Her face filled with sorrow as alone she wept.
Lalaithwen opened the heavy oak doors and entered the large stone room, seated ahead of her was Thranduil, King of Mirkwood.
"So you wanted to talk to me"
"Yes, I was wondering-"
"I know what you wish to ask me and the answer is, yet again, no, I have not heard from Legolas"
"Oh, well thank you for your time"
She turned to leave.
"Lalaithwen, the moment I hear of my son I will tell you"
She turned back to face the King.
"Thank you"
She left the room and headed towards the forest, remembering the times when they had been there together, when they'd had fun together. It hurt to rememver his smiling face, the loving warmth of his arms. As she wandered deeper into the green forest she listened to the bird singing sweetly and wathched the tree sway in the gentle breeze. She slippped down into the hole they had once played in when they were young. In the cool darkness she fingered a ring that Legolas had given her years ago, it was silver with a red stone set in it. Around the stone were two small, delicately carved silver leaves. She took the ring off and read the inscription on the inside: 'To my Luthien' She had not heard from Legolas in months, an icy tear ran down her cheek for she did not know if her beloved were alive of dead. Her face filled with sorrow as alone she wept.
