Part II: Legolas
Legolas walked through the gardens as softly and quietly as a breeze. Rivendell, home of Elrond Halfelven, as beautiful and as peaceful as any elf could desire. Yet, he was not at home among the babbling brooks and spacious rooms and gardens. No, he missed the tall trees and close quarters of their branches when you were as high up as weight allowed. He was ready to deliver his news and go home.
His news. The unhappy reason he was here in the first place. Gollum, the creature they had been trusted with to guard and look over had escaped. He did not relish the retelling of this tale but he was ready to be done with it. By all accounts they only waited for one person, a halfling or hobbit as he had heard, to wake then their council would commence.
He continued his walk listening to the chirrups of birds the, whisper of the wind, hum of a flowers life force. Then another sound pervaded his thoughts. Laughing. A sound so pure and cleansing, like rain after a drought. The more he listened the more he realized that it was more then one voice. He wandered into the next garden and found the source of that joy. Four little beings stood grouped together hugging and laughing like all the cares of the world were no longer of any importance. Something had happened to reinstate that feeling in them. As he watched they parted and one moved to meet someone else for another seemingly happy reunion.
Legolas nodded and moved on back where he had come from. Best not to interrupt others in their time of happiness. He thought about the laughter that had now died down to happy chatter. He had not laughed, not fully, since he was a century old. Living as long as he did there were not many things to greatly rejoice in so that it caused laughter, nor many things that were greatly sorrowful that one should cry. These signs and emotions had been buried with in him as he had grown older, becoming more aware of the world's cares.
He stood with his hand touching smooth barked tree. Like all elf's he was intune with life, the thrum of every plant and the beating of every heart be it that of a bird or that of the mightiest warrior. "Prince Legolas." A soft voice intruded upon his own thoughts while listening to the life patterns of the tree. He turned to see Elladan, a good friend and his kinsman.
He nodded his head in polite acknowledgement.
"Legolas, I come to inform you on behalf of my father you are asked to attend his Council tomorrow when the bells chime." He said.
"I shall be there." Replied Legolas. He hesitated and then asked his next question. "How long shall by presence be required here?"
Elladan smiled. "The Council should not progress past the morrow, though you may here some things that will delay you further."
"Thank you, my Lord Elladan." Legolas gave a slight bow then headed for the room designated to him.
Four weeks later Legolas found himself back in Imladris. Yes he had just been there and when he had arrived eighteen days ago he had not dreamed that he would be back in so short a time. Nor had he dreamed that he would have pledged his services to a Halfling, or hobbit as they preferred to be called. He was part of a Fellowship in which he was going to be risking is life, not just for his home and family as he had previously been doing, no this time it was for the whole of Middle-Earth. To insure that a certain Ring a "least of rings" as Souron had tried to tell the people of Dale, no he was going on a Quest to insure that The One Ring was destroyed.
He once again wandered the gardens or Rivendell seeking surety. He closed his eyes and leaned against a powerful oak tree that had stood their for perhaps and age, he could feel the age. He heard a whisper. Keeping his eyes closed so as not to alert the whisper-er that he had heard he tried to locate it. It was not hard and he soon realized there were two somethings in the tree he now leaned against. Opening his hearing to include more then the tree's life thrum he heard two voice, right above him if he was not mistaken.
"Now how do we get done?" asked the first. "I don't know, I don't believe this was my idea." Said a second. "Oh, Merry, it most certainly was!" said the first indignantly. "Shush," said the second, Merry, if he was following the conversation correctly. "Stay quiet and let me think, will you." "Merry, do you think he fell asleep?" asked the first voice again.
Legolas as quick as any elf snapped his head up and opened his eyes startling two hobbits. Who to all appearances were roosting in the tree. The smaller of the two lost his footing and precariously caught onto another branch.
"If you were seeking a way down I would gladly move for you." Said the elven prince, gracefully stepping aside.
Within a few moment two small figures were standing next to him, now looking up opposed to down at him. The younger one gaped openly until nudged rather hard in the ribs, then his mouth snapped shut with a click.
"I am sorry, sir, to have disturbed your rest." Said the larger of the two inclining his head slightly in apology.
"No disturbance." Said Legolas serenely. "Although I do wonder what you were doing in the boughs of the trees. You look like no bird I have ever seen and lack wings in that case." He let the ghost of a smile touch his features.
The smaller looked sharply at the elder who unless he was mistaken turned a slight shade of pink. "Um, we were hiding, you might say." He said vaguely.
"What is there to fear here in Imladris that forced you to take refuge in the trees?" Asked Legolas, with a couple of thousand years to hone his senses he believed he was detecting some mischief or another.
"Merry! Pippin!" A voice rang out across the courtyard.
"Over here!" cried the elder of the two. "I'm sorry, sir, but we must be going." He grabbed the smaller by his upper arm. "Again, sorry if have disturbed your afternoon."
Legolas was left only to wonder what kind of mischief had taken place to force a couple of creatures into hiding in a tree. He shook his head slightly as he returned to his rest.
Legolas was walking serenely down one of the corridors. He was anxious to start this Quest but it seemed they wouldn't be on their way for another week at the least. He heard shouting in Elvish there were more then a few curses mixed in. Then a few seconds later fast feet pattered down a side corridor and in another moment he was ran into by two smaller bodies.
They both let out strangled yelps then jumped aside both muttering apologies and glancing nervously behind them.
If his keen sight was worth anything he would sat these were the same two he had encountered days earlier. He noted with quite amusement that again they seemed to be in some sort of trouble. He stepped aside from an alcove that housed a beautiful statue of an elf maiden.
Wordlessly the pair stepped behind it as another form moved quickly down the corridor towards them.
"Prince Legolas," acknowledged the figure, none other then Elrohir. "You wouldn't have happened to see a couple of Perian come this way?"
Legolas raised an elegant brow and surveyed a rather disgruntled Lord of Rivendell. Was that custard in his hair? "May I inquire as to the reason you are searching for them?"
"Um, well, I." Elrohir looked at him with weary eyes as he stuttered for a reason. Then sighing replied. "I have had the .... shall we say pleasure," (by the tightness of his voice Legolas guess "pleasure" wasn't the word he was searching for.) "of giving a tour of our abode to two rather energetic hobbits."
"Surely they could not have been that much trouble!" said Legolas more then a little shocked at the way Elrohir seemed to be reacting to his situation.
The elf Lords eyes flashed maniacally for a moment. "I must continue my search." He then seemed to leave again in rather a hurry.
The two culprits stepped out from behind their hiding place now they seemed to be hiding grins. "You didn't tell where we were." Crowed the youngest now grinning.
"Thank you, Prince Legolas." Said the elder bowing slightly though mischief seemed to lurk in those intelligent eyes.
Legolas furrowed his brow slightly. "What exactly did you do to Lord Elrohir?"
"Exactly what I would like to know." Came a stern voice and both hobbits whirled around to face another hobbit though this one seemed to hold some sort of authority over them bother. Another trailed quietly behind not seeming to really want to be involved though a smile played about his lips.
"Really, Frodo, it was nothing." Started the elder but he ended in a yelp when a pair of fingers latched around his ear.
"Peregrin Took, I want an explanation and I want it now." Though he did not raise his voice Frod commanded both of their attention.
"I, well, Frodo, we really didn't do anything." A steely glance from his accuser and Peregrin continued rapidly. "Not on purpose! We went to see the stables and on accident we seemed to frighten one of the horse, Elrohir wasn't exactly out of the way and he got a little trampled though elves can jump quite high!"
Frodo's eyes narrowed slightly and Peregrin hastened to continue, obviously seeming to think it was best to get it over with quickly.
"After that we made a trip to the gardens we didn't mean to knock the statue over on purpose, it really was an accident! Then just when we were bringing some custard to you we accidentally sort of spilled it on him. I don't see why he got so upset really it wasn't that bad!" He ended with a yelp as another set of fingers latched on to his ear.
"You, two!" said Frodo shaking them slightly. "We are guests in this house and all you can do is make a mess of it! I am sorry, Prince Legolas if my cousins involved you in their mischief."
Legoals shook his head slightly when Frodo directed his piercing gaze onto himself.
"You will apologize to the Lord Elrohir and Lord Elrond, I should make you apologize to all the inhabitants of Rivendell!" He marched his younger cousins down the hallway holding his hand just high enough so that they had to stretch in insure that their ears staid attached to their heads. "I'm surprised there isn't a mob of angry elves after you demanding your immediate demise, least of all your departure!"
The one who had been lingering in the back, Samwise, if his memory served correctly smiled at Legolas then turned to follow them. Frodo's voice could still be heard berating his younger kinsmen.
Legolas felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth, which blossomed into a wide grin which in it's turn led to a slight chuckle that developed into a full silvery laugh. Whatever this Quest turned out to be it certainly wouldn't be dull.
Legolas walked through the gardens as softly and quietly as a breeze. Rivendell, home of Elrond Halfelven, as beautiful and as peaceful as any elf could desire. Yet, he was not at home among the babbling brooks and spacious rooms and gardens. No, he missed the tall trees and close quarters of their branches when you were as high up as weight allowed. He was ready to deliver his news and go home.
His news. The unhappy reason he was here in the first place. Gollum, the creature they had been trusted with to guard and look over had escaped. He did not relish the retelling of this tale but he was ready to be done with it. By all accounts they only waited for one person, a halfling or hobbit as he had heard, to wake then their council would commence.
He continued his walk listening to the chirrups of birds the, whisper of the wind, hum of a flowers life force. Then another sound pervaded his thoughts. Laughing. A sound so pure and cleansing, like rain after a drought. The more he listened the more he realized that it was more then one voice. He wandered into the next garden and found the source of that joy. Four little beings stood grouped together hugging and laughing like all the cares of the world were no longer of any importance. Something had happened to reinstate that feeling in them. As he watched they parted and one moved to meet someone else for another seemingly happy reunion.
Legolas nodded and moved on back where he had come from. Best not to interrupt others in their time of happiness. He thought about the laughter that had now died down to happy chatter. He had not laughed, not fully, since he was a century old. Living as long as he did there were not many things to greatly rejoice in so that it caused laughter, nor many things that were greatly sorrowful that one should cry. These signs and emotions had been buried with in him as he had grown older, becoming more aware of the world's cares.
He stood with his hand touching smooth barked tree. Like all elf's he was intune with life, the thrum of every plant and the beating of every heart be it that of a bird or that of the mightiest warrior. "Prince Legolas." A soft voice intruded upon his own thoughts while listening to the life patterns of the tree. He turned to see Elladan, a good friend and his kinsman.
He nodded his head in polite acknowledgement.
"Legolas, I come to inform you on behalf of my father you are asked to attend his Council tomorrow when the bells chime." He said.
"I shall be there." Replied Legolas. He hesitated and then asked his next question. "How long shall by presence be required here?"
Elladan smiled. "The Council should not progress past the morrow, though you may here some things that will delay you further."
"Thank you, my Lord Elladan." Legolas gave a slight bow then headed for the room designated to him.
Four weeks later Legolas found himself back in Imladris. Yes he had just been there and when he had arrived eighteen days ago he had not dreamed that he would be back in so short a time. Nor had he dreamed that he would have pledged his services to a Halfling, or hobbit as they preferred to be called. He was part of a Fellowship in which he was going to be risking is life, not just for his home and family as he had previously been doing, no this time it was for the whole of Middle-Earth. To insure that a certain Ring a "least of rings" as Souron had tried to tell the people of Dale, no he was going on a Quest to insure that The One Ring was destroyed.
He once again wandered the gardens or Rivendell seeking surety. He closed his eyes and leaned against a powerful oak tree that had stood their for perhaps and age, he could feel the age. He heard a whisper. Keeping his eyes closed so as not to alert the whisper-er that he had heard he tried to locate it. It was not hard and he soon realized there were two somethings in the tree he now leaned against. Opening his hearing to include more then the tree's life thrum he heard two voice, right above him if he was not mistaken.
"Now how do we get done?" asked the first. "I don't know, I don't believe this was my idea." Said a second. "Oh, Merry, it most certainly was!" said the first indignantly. "Shush," said the second, Merry, if he was following the conversation correctly. "Stay quiet and let me think, will you." "Merry, do you think he fell asleep?" asked the first voice again.
Legolas as quick as any elf snapped his head up and opened his eyes startling two hobbits. Who to all appearances were roosting in the tree. The smaller of the two lost his footing and precariously caught onto another branch.
"If you were seeking a way down I would gladly move for you." Said the elven prince, gracefully stepping aside.
Within a few moment two small figures were standing next to him, now looking up opposed to down at him. The younger one gaped openly until nudged rather hard in the ribs, then his mouth snapped shut with a click.
"I am sorry, sir, to have disturbed your rest." Said the larger of the two inclining his head slightly in apology.
"No disturbance." Said Legolas serenely. "Although I do wonder what you were doing in the boughs of the trees. You look like no bird I have ever seen and lack wings in that case." He let the ghost of a smile touch his features.
The smaller looked sharply at the elder who unless he was mistaken turned a slight shade of pink. "Um, we were hiding, you might say." He said vaguely.
"What is there to fear here in Imladris that forced you to take refuge in the trees?" Asked Legolas, with a couple of thousand years to hone his senses he believed he was detecting some mischief or another.
"Merry! Pippin!" A voice rang out across the courtyard.
"Over here!" cried the elder of the two. "I'm sorry, sir, but we must be going." He grabbed the smaller by his upper arm. "Again, sorry if have disturbed your afternoon."
Legolas was left only to wonder what kind of mischief had taken place to force a couple of creatures into hiding in a tree. He shook his head slightly as he returned to his rest.
Legolas was walking serenely down one of the corridors. He was anxious to start this Quest but it seemed they wouldn't be on their way for another week at the least. He heard shouting in Elvish there were more then a few curses mixed in. Then a few seconds later fast feet pattered down a side corridor and in another moment he was ran into by two smaller bodies.
They both let out strangled yelps then jumped aside both muttering apologies and glancing nervously behind them.
If his keen sight was worth anything he would sat these were the same two he had encountered days earlier. He noted with quite amusement that again they seemed to be in some sort of trouble. He stepped aside from an alcove that housed a beautiful statue of an elf maiden.
Wordlessly the pair stepped behind it as another form moved quickly down the corridor towards them.
"Prince Legolas," acknowledged the figure, none other then Elrohir. "You wouldn't have happened to see a couple of Perian come this way?"
Legolas raised an elegant brow and surveyed a rather disgruntled Lord of Rivendell. Was that custard in his hair? "May I inquire as to the reason you are searching for them?"
"Um, well, I." Elrohir looked at him with weary eyes as he stuttered for a reason. Then sighing replied. "I have had the .... shall we say pleasure," (by the tightness of his voice Legolas guess "pleasure" wasn't the word he was searching for.) "of giving a tour of our abode to two rather energetic hobbits."
"Surely they could not have been that much trouble!" said Legolas more then a little shocked at the way Elrohir seemed to be reacting to his situation.
The elf Lords eyes flashed maniacally for a moment. "I must continue my search." He then seemed to leave again in rather a hurry.
The two culprits stepped out from behind their hiding place now they seemed to be hiding grins. "You didn't tell where we were." Crowed the youngest now grinning.
"Thank you, Prince Legolas." Said the elder bowing slightly though mischief seemed to lurk in those intelligent eyes.
Legolas furrowed his brow slightly. "What exactly did you do to Lord Elrohir?"
"Exactly what I would like to know." Came a stern voice and both hobbits whirled around to face another hobbit though this one seemed to hold some sort of authority over them bother. Another trailed quietly behind not seeming to really want to be involved though a smile played about his lips.
"Really, Frodo, it was nothing." Started the elder but he ended in a yelp when a pair of fingers latched around his ear.
"Peregrin Took, I want an explanation and I want it now." Though he did not raise his voice Frod commanded both of their attention.
"I, well, Frodo, we really didn't do anything." A steely glance from his accuser and Peregrin continued rapidly. "Not on purpose! We went to see the stables and on accident we seemed to frighten one of the horse, Elrohir wasn't exactly out of the way and he got a little trampled though elves can jump quite high!"
Frodo's eyes narrowed slightly and Peregrin hastened to continue, obviously seeming to think it was best to get it over with quickly.
"After that we made a trip to the gardens we didn't mean to knock the statue over on purpose, it really was an accident! Then just when we were bringing some custard to you we accidentally sort of spilled it on him. I don't see why he got so upset really it wasn't that bad!" He ended with a yelp as another set of fingers latched on to his ear.
"You, two!" said Frodo shaking them slightly. "We are guests in this house and all you can do is make a mess of it! I am sorry, Prince Legolas if my cousins involved you in their mischief."
Legoals shook his head slightly when Frodo directed his piercing gaze onto himself.
"You will apologize to the Lord Elrohir and Lord Elrond, I should make you apologize to all the inhabitants of Rivendell!" He marched his younger cousins down the hallway holding his hand just high enough so that they had to stretch in insure that their ears staid attached to their heads. "I'm surprised there isn't a mob of angry elves after you demanding your immediate demise, least of all your departure!"
The one who had been lingering in the back, Samwise, if his memory served correctly smiled at Legolas then turned to follow them. Frodo's voice could still be heard berating his younger kinsmen.
Legolas felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth, which blossomed into a wide grin which in it's turn led to a slight chuckle that developed into a full silvery laugh. Whatever this Quest turned out to be it certainly wouldn't be dull.
