Chapter 4 The Elven King
Author's note- I made up his past if you don't like it I'm sorry. But everyone has to have something wrong with their life he seemed too happy and I felt like making him sad. Yes, I am insane.
We just stood and stared at it.
Then Legolas pushed the doors open and my eyes widened. The whole hall was either gold or silver and on a golden throne sat a tall proud king. His face was forever young but showed great age and wisdom at the same time. His hair was the same color as Legolas' and his eyes were a dancing blue. When he turned to face Legolas a brilliant grin spread across his face. "Legolas!" He joyfully shouted standing and walking over to his son. "Father." Legolas smiled and nodded his head. Tharinduil embraced his son and grinned at him. Then he saw me. I can imagine what he saw. A tiny person staring with wonder at him. "Who are you?" The king did not ask me this question coldly but lightly as if he really truly wanted to know. "My name is Peregrin son of Paladin." I ensured softly. "A halfling?" The king asked as I nodded. "Why is he here Legolas?" Legolas looked blankly at him for a moment then said "He looked into the seeing stone father." the prince replied. Suddenly I remembered what old Bilbo had told me. The elven king had locked all the dwarven friends in the dungeons and almost killed them. "Do you know a Bilbo Baggins?" I nodded and said. "First impressions aren't always good. You
mustn't think bad of all hobbits just because one did wrong." The second after I said that I realized exactly what I said and blushed. Tharinduil smiled and replied. "No I guess not. So Legolas how would he help me?" Legolas was caught off guard with this question. "Well father I believe Pippin is quite good with a sword and fought many fights with me." Tharinduil stared at him. "Pippin?" "Nickname." Legolas replied simply. "Well if he's good with a blade then we need more men fighting. We have only five thousand good men fighting and we could use anyone we have." "But he'll be so far behind." Legolas looked at me for a second and turned to elvish. "How will he ever learn how to fight well or learn elvish?" Tharinduil thought then smiled slyly. " You will teach him starting tomorrow." Legolas' eyes grew wide and Tharinduil said "I have spoken see you at dinner and pleased to meet you Pippin." Tharinduil bowed and did not speak this in elvish. He walked away and a stunned Legolas stood next to me. "Well we should get some sleep before dinner." I nodded and felt a surge of sleepiness overcome me and it must have showed because Legolas just grinned. "I'll show you your room. Come on." He started towards the stairs and after a moments hesitation I followed.
We walked up the stairs that seemed huge. I could hear the elves snickering as I had to use both legs to climb up the stairs. When we finally got to the top I was out of breath. I was trying so hard not to let Legolas see I was tired. "It's at the end of the hall." He said and I looked at the never-ending hall and sighed. After what seemed like hours we eventually got to the end and faced two large wooden doors. "This will be your room." He opened one of the doors and there was a brightly lit room. The room was bright and cheery. There was a large window that faced the large forest and the huge green trees grew right next to the window making the room look a little green. The bed was wooden and had carvings that showed Greenwood the Great. The many dressers and mirror were all over the room and the room made me feel like I was back in the Shire. "I hope you like it. It was Striders old room when he would visit us." Legolas smiled remembering the old days. I just tried to remember Aragorn as a young man. "Well you should get some sleep." Legolas smiled and walked out leaving me alone. I walked over to the large wardrobe and opened it. It was full if elfling clothing. I pulled of a small green tunic and saw it fit perfectly. Legolas must have said he was coming with a halfling. Hanging my Lorien cloak up I collapsed onto the soft bed. I had a dream. Merry was there, I wished to talk to him so bad but he just kept turning away. Finally he spun around with hatred in his eyes. "We don't want you here anymore Pip! I hate you." Then he turned into a great eye. Flames engulfed the eye and I knew who he was he had seen into my soul and was now looking at me again. "Get up!" A loud voice shouted in my ear. I jumped and looked around expecting to see a orc but instead I saw Legolas. "Hurry up we're suppose to be in the dinning hall in ten minutes." He pulled me out of the bed and looked at me. "You can never eat with my father wearing that!" He snatched the green tunic and pants. "Here. I'll wait for you." He walked outside and I began to unbutton my shirt. It took me at least five minutes to figure out how to put the clothes and I looked at myself in the mirror. The green tunic made my green eyes stand out great. "Hurry up!" Legolas snapped. I quickly snatched my cloak and walked out the room. When he saw me he smiled. We began the long walk down to the dinning hall. We stepped inside and a glanced at the huge golden room. There was a large crystal chandelier. The large wooden table was covered in food of all kinds; duck, chicken, bread , vegetables, ale, and anything else I would ever want. Sitting down on a few cushions we started eating. At first we ate in silence but then Tharinduil started to ask me questions. "So, your from the Shire. Do you have a title." "You mean like king or prince?" The elven king nodded. "I'm the son of the Thain." He shot me a quizzical glance. "A Thain is like a king sort of. You see there's Tookburrow, Buckland, and lots of other little cities. I'm from Tookburrow and my father oversees the whole city. My cousin will be Master of Buckland when his father dies and I'll be the be the Thain." Tharinduil seemed impressed with what I had just said. "There is a Mayor though. All the hobbits vote for him." I smiled and took a bite out of my bread. We talked through the dinner and I think he was just trying to get me comfteble. "I know I'm asking personal questions but I would truly like to know about the Shire." The king said smiling. "Well the Shire's very green. There are large hills covering the Shire and built into these hills are what some people call Hobbit holes. They aren't like holes in the ground, I mean they have doors and walls and furniture. There are many gardens outside the holes. My friend is a gardener. He helps my cousin.." My voice broke suddenly remembering Frodo. Tharinduil seemed to notice how I was struggling with the words. "Your speaking of Frodo right?" Legolas spoke quickly before his father. I nodded wondering if he was even alive."Frodo was the halfling who carried the...ring of power. " Legolas said this softly to his father. "So a halfling carries the fate of us all." Tharinduil said this softly to himself then he saw how I was having trouble talking about my cousin. "So tell me more of your friends in the Shire. Any hobbit girls you like?" He shot me a small smile and I felt myself blushing "Well." I supposed it couldn't hurt, I mean he wouldn't know her. "There's this one girl I've been trying to get to dance with me. Her name's Diamond." When I said that my eyes must have gotten all dreamy because the elves smiled. "Can you describe her?" Legolas asked smiling. He had never gotten this much out of my before. "Well, she had long black hair and large smiling black eyes. She's thin unlike most hobbits and she's really pretty." When I said that a mental picture of her appeared in my head. I must have had a dreamy look in my eyes because the elves smiled. "What of your family?" the king asked. A cold feeling ran through me. My family, I thought, I never felt comfortable about my family. "Well." my voice stopped. The elves stopped smiling and Legolas asked me. "Pip are you okay?" "Yeah. I'm fine." I stared then looked at my feet. "You don't have to say anything if you don't feel comfortable." "No!" my head snapped. "I need to talk about it!" Tharinduil put down his spoon. "I had parents and I had three sisters." "Had?" "Yeah my sister Pearl died a few years ago. My parents don't like me, well, they hate me. My parents are ignoring me all the time and if I talk to them they hit me. I grew up learning that in order to get things from my parents I had to steal it. If they caught me I would be stuck in the closet for a day with no food or water. The only time I got out was when Merry came over. My sisters were just as bad." I felt hot tears rise in my eyes and quickly wiped my eyes embarrassed the elves had to see me like that. "Pippin" Tharinduil gripped my shoulder and looked into my eyes as if to look into my very soul. "No one should live without a father or some one to lead them. You grew up without a family and never knowing what it is like. If you want if you stay I'll try my best to help you experience that time." I understood. He was asking if I could stay. "My lord, if you could have me as a son, well I would love to know what having a father will be like." he smiled and nodded "if you wish." I smiled very relived. "Thank you." I whispered. "You must be weary of you trip you may go to bed if you wish." he nodded excusing me. I smiled and said "good night." he grinned back and as I walked out of the room he said. "Good night." when I had reached the door he whispered. "My son." I smiled because I knew that wasn't meant for my ears.
tHANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED. And I didn't mean to make the Mirkwood elves mean, if it looked that way then the Mirkwood elves don't really trust others and they're probally remembering Bilbo.
Author's note- I made up his past if you don't like it I'm sorry. But everyone has to have something wrong with their life he seemed too happy and I felt like making him sad. Yes, I am insane.
We just stood and stared at it.
Then Legolas pushed the doors open and my eyes widened. The whole hall was either gold or silver and on a golden throne sat a tall proud king. His face was forever young but showed great age and wisdom at the same time. His hair was the same color as Legolas' and his eyes were a dancing blue. When he turned to face Legolas a brilliant grin spread across his face. "Legolas!" He joyfully shouted standing and walking over to his son. "Father." Legolas smiled and nodded his head. Tharinduil embraced his son and grinned at him. Then he saw me. I can imagine what he saw. A tiny person staring with wonder at him. "Who are you?" The king did not ask me this question coldly but lightly as if he really truly wanted to know. "My name is Peregrin son of Paladin." I ensured softly. "A halfling?" The king asked as I nodded. "Why is he here Legolas?" Legolas looked blankly at him for a moment then said "He looked into the seeing stone father." the prince replied. Suddenly I remembered what old Bilbo had told me. The elven king had locked all the dwarven friends in the dungeons and almost killed them. "Do you know a Bilbo Baggins?" I nodded and said. "First impressions aren't always good. You
mustn't think bad of all hobbits just because one did wrong." The second after I said that I realized exactly what I said and blushed. Tharinduil smiled and replied. "No I guess not. So Legolas how would he help me?" Legolas was caught off guard with this question. "Well father I believe Pippin is quite good with a sword and fought many fights with me." Tharinduil stared at him. "Pippin?" "Nickname." Legolas replied simply. "Well if he's good with a blade then we need more men fighting. We have only five thousand good men fighting and we could use anyone we have." "But he'll be so far behind." Legolas looked at me for a second and turned to elvish. "How will he ever learn how to fight well or learn elvish?" Tharinduil thought then smiled slyly. " You will teach him starting tomorrow." Legolas' eyes grew wide and Tharinduil said "I have spoken see you at dinner and pleased to meet you Pippin." Tharinduil bowed and did not speak this in elvish. He walked away and a stunned Legolas stood next to me. "Well we should get some sleep before dinner." I nodded and felt a surge of sleepiness overcome me and it must have showed because Legolas just grinned. "I'll show you your room. Come on." He started towards the stairs and after a moments hesitation I followed.
We walked up the stairs that seemed huge. I could hear the elves snickering as I had to use both legs to climb up the stairs. When we finally got to the top I was out of breath. I was trying so hard not to let Legolas see I was tired. "It's at the end of the hall." He said and I looked at the never-ending hall and sighed. After what seemed like hours we eventually got to the end and faced two large wooden doors. "This will be your room." He opened one of the doors and there was a brightly lit room. The room was bright and cheery. There was a large window that faced the large forest and the huge green trees grew right next to the window making the room look a little green. The bed was wooden and had carvings that showed Greenwood the Great. The many dressers and mirror were all over the room and the room made me feel like I was back in the Shire. "I hope you like it. It was Striders old room when he would visit us." Legolas smiled remembering the old days. I just tried to remember Aragorn as a young man. "Well you should get some sleep." Legolas smiled and walked out leaving me alone. I walked over to the large wardrobe and opened it. It was full if elfling clothing. I pulled of a small green tunic and saw it fit perfectly. Legolas must have said he was coming with a halfling. Hanging my Lorien cloak up I collapsed onto the soft bed. I had a dream. Merry was there, I wished to talk to him so bad but he just kept turning away. Finally he spun around with hatred in his eyes. "We don't want you here anymore Pip! I hate you." Then he turned into a great eye. Flames engulfed the eye and I knew who he was he had seen into my soul and was now looking at me again. "Get up!" A loud voice shouted in my ear. I jumped and looked around expecting to see a orc but instead I saw Legolas. "Hurry up we're suppose to be in the dinning hall in ten minutes." He pulled me out of the bed and looked at me. "You can never eat with my father wearing that!" He snatched the green tunic and pants. "Here. I'll wait for you." He walked outside and I began to unbutton my shirt. It took me at least five minutes to figure out how to put the clothes and I looked at myself in the mirror. The green tunic made my green eyes stand out great. "Hurry up!" Legolas snapped. I quickly snatched my cloak and walked out the room. When he saw me he smiled. We began the long walk down to the dinning hall. We stepped inside and a glanced at the huge golden room. There was a large crystal chandelier. The large wooden table was covered in food of all kinds; duck, chicken, bread , vegetables, ale, and anything else I would ever want. Sitting down on a few cushions we started eating. At first we ate in silence but then Tharinduil started to ask me questions. "So, your from the Shire. Do you have a title." "You mean like king or prince?" The elven king nodded. "I'm the son of the Thain." He shot me a quizzical glance. "A Thain is like a king sort of. You see there's Tookburrow, Buckland, and lots of other little cities. I'm from Tookburrow and my father oversees the whole city. My cousin will be Master of Buckland when his father dies and I'll be the be the Thain." Tharinduil seemed impressed with what I had just said. "There is a Mayor though. All the hobbits vote for him." I smiled and took a bite out of my bread. We talked through the dinner and I think he was just trying to get me comfteble. "I know I'm asking personal questions but I would truly like to know about the Shire." The king said smiling. "Well the Shire's very green. There are large hills covering the Shire and built into these hills are what some people call Hobbit holes. They aren't like holes in the ground, I mean they have doors and walls and furniture. There are many gardens outside the holes. My friend is a gardener. He helps my cousin.." My voice broke suddenly remembering Frodo. Tharinduil seemed to notice how I was struggling with the words. "Your speaking of Frodo right?" Legolas spoke quickly before his father. I nodded wondering if he was even alive."Frodo was the halfling who carried the...ring of power. " Legolas said this softly to his father. "So a halfling carries the fate of us all." Tharinduil said this softly to himself then he saw how I was having trouble talking about my cousin. "So tell me more of your friends in the Shire. Any hobbit girls you like?" He shot me a small smile and I felt myself blushing "Well." I supposed it couldn't hurt, I mean he wouldn't know her. "There's this one girl I've been trying to get to dance with me. Her name's Diamond." When I said that my eyes must have gotten all dreamy because the elves smiled. "Can you describe her?" Legolas asked smiling. He had never gotten this much out of my before. "Well, she had long black hair and large smiling black eyes. She's thin unlike most hobbits and she's really pretty." When I said that a mental picture of her appeared in my head. I must have had a dreamy look in my eyes because the elves smiled. "What of your family?" the king asked. A cold feeling ran through me. My family, I thought, I never felt comfortable about my family. "Well." my voice stopped. The elves stopped smiling and Legolas asked me. "Pip are you okay?" "Yeah. I'm fine." I stared then looked at my feet. "You don't have to say anything if you don't feel comfortable." "No!" my head snapped. "I need to talk about it!" Tharinduil put down his spoon. "I had parents and I had three sisters." "Had?" "Yeah my sister Pearl died a few years ago. My parents don't like me, well, they hate me. My parents are ignoring me all the time and if I talk to them they hit me. I grew up learning that in order to get things from my parents I had to steal it. If they caught me I would be stuck in the closet for a day with no food or water. The only time I got out was when Merry came over. My sisters were just as bad." I felt hot tears rise in my eyes and quickly wiped my eyes embarrassed the elves had to see me like that. "Pippin" Tharinduil gripped my shoulder and looked into my eyes as if to look into my very soul. "No one should live without a father or some one to lead them. You grew up without a family and never knowing what it is like. If you want if you stay I'll try my best to help you experience that time." I understood. He was asking if I could stay. "My lord, if you could have me as a son, well I would love to know what having a father will be like." he smiled and nodded "if you wish." I smiled very relived. "Thank you." I whispered. "You must be weary of you trip you may go to bed if you wish." he nodded excusing me. I smiled and said "good night." he grinned back and as I walked out of the room he said. "Good night." when I had reached the door he whispered. "My son." I smiled because I knew that wasn't meant for my ears.
tHANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED. And I didn't mean to make the Mirkwood elves mean, if it looked that way then the Mirkwood elves don't really trust others and they're probally remembering Bilbo.
