Disclaimer: I own the now deceased bird of prey, the Lira family, and the book in which I wrote this. Not Legolas. Not Mirkwood. Not any thing that's JRR Tolkien's. He owns it. Not me.
Authors Note: Have faith! I have 27 chapters written and I might finish the other plot line before Chapter 30! It will begin to be not so random, I hope, in about 2 chapters. Just remember, most everything I do happens for a reason! *Then there are the little things that don't matter much. Don't think about those too much...* Anyhow....I introduce 3 sisters of Ankara's in this chapter. Major kudo points to any one who knows where I got them from!
Within an hour, the bird of prey was almost ready to eat and dinner was just finishing cooking.
Ankara helped Legolas get situated in the guest room, then introduced him to all of her siblings.
"This is Tiranë, she's the oldest. And Lusaka. She's older than me, younger than Tiranë. And the youngest is Sanaa. Tiranë is 8,012, Lusaka is 7,502 and Sanaa is only 4,631."
"Hello," Tiranë said.
"Nice to meet you," Lusaka added.
"Did you really kill that bird?" Sanaa asked.
All of her sister glared. "I told you to be polite!" Lusaka muttered through clenched teeth.
"Did you?" Sanaa asked Legolas again.
"Well...I didn't meant to...," Legolas began. "I was just walking...and..."
"You stepped on it and we're going to eat it?" Sanaa asked, disgusted.
"No! Nothing like that. It had been tracking me, I guess, and flew down at my head. But, unfortunately for it, I put too much hair get in a good three weeks ago..."
"It died on your hair?" Sanaa continued, shocked.
"You could say that."
"Wow."
It seem that Legolas had won the respect of Sanaa through that little incident.
"We'll just go help Mom finish getting dinner ready," Tiranë said, turning to leave while grabbing Sanaa.
"Nice to meet you, Prince Legolas!" Lusaka added, also leaving.
"Don't think I'm leaving!" Ankara said, sitting down in a chair. "I'm just wondering, though..."
"Yes?"
"Did that bird really die on your hair?"
"Unfortunately."
"Ew! Will the bird have chips of hair gel cooked into it?"
"Nah. I don't think so . The gel hasn't come out for three weeks, so I don't think it will start on one bird of prey.
"Phew. That would be really gross."
"I know. Don't tell your mother, though! I told her I was practicing archery, not using a superglue hair get combination."
"Okay. We may have to bribe Sanaa with lembas, but other than that I don't think Tiranë or Lusaka will say anything."
"Good. I wouldn't want to make a bad impression.
"You're all about impressions, aren't you?" Ankara asked after a pause.
"You have to be when you're representing the royal family!"
"All two of you?"
"Well...It's still royal!"
"Alright," Ankara tossed her hair and stood up.
"Ankara?" Legolas asked.
"What?" She replied turning around.
"Do...do you want me to greet your parents by saying 'Assorted berries' at dinner tonight?" Legolas asked in mock timidness.
Ankara glared with a smile at him. "Go ahead. Try that. I'll tell them it's a strange custom that strange princes have."
"And one that only strange peasants pick up on."
Ankara threw a pillow from the bed at Legolas. He ducked his head and it stuck in his hair, causing the second feathery mess of the day.
Ankara stood laughing while Legolas plucked feathers out of his hair and threw the pillow back on the bed.
"I'll just...er...help get dinner ready while you...get....ready," Ankara laughed, leaving before Legolas could protest.
Legolas grumbled to himself, cleaned up the feathers, then looked in the mirror before also going out the door and heading down to dinner.
