A/N- I have embraced the dark side, and I am ready to get eeeeeeeevil. I've just spent the morning writing the next chapter of F.O.T.R: The Abridged Script, and now I'm doing this. In between, I fed the parrot an omlette and verbally abused the postman who STILL DIDN'T HAVE MY STING CD. Lovin' the Sting. He's grrrrrrreat. And strangely attractive in the right light. Ignore me, I think I have the Genral Horn (when you fancy about ten people at once).
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Love & War
Chapter Three- Patience
Legolas arrived home two weeks after setting out from Gondor. He had rested in Rivendell for a few days with Elrond and Glorfindel before making the journey further North to Mirkwood on his own.
His Father was waiting for him when he arrived.
''My son!'' said Thranduil, walking down the steps of his palace to greet Legolas.
''Father, it is good to see you again.''
''Tell me.'' said Thranduil as he embraced his son. ''Tell me of the quest, of your victories. I wish to hear everything!''
So Legolas followed his Father back inside the home that he had not seen for nearly two years. They feasted and talked of the War and all of the adventures and battles that Legolas had endured. Thranduil never asked after Arwen so Legolas did not mention her.
So it was that Legolas had returned to his home, and there he stayed. He often spent the days alone. Most of his friends that he had grown up with had taken the passage West long ago. As he walked alone under the eaves of Mirkwood, his bitterness and jealously grew inside him. He thought of nothing all day and night but his plan to steal Arwen away from Aragorn.
Years passed. Glorfindel soon took the ship into the West leaving Elrond and his sons alone in Rivendell. They became frequent visitors to Mirkwood at the invitation of Thranduil who mourned the diminishing numbers of elves who resided in his halls.
Elrond and his son's brought wonderful news more than once. Three times he told Thranduil and Legolas that Arwen and Aragorn had been blessed with a daughter. Gilraen was the first, followed by Luthien and then Elwe. But never a son.
Legolas was beginning to become impatient. The sooner he implmented his plan, the better. He would just have to wait...
Thirty-three years after Aragorn's coronation, Legolas was becoming desperate. If nothing happened soon he was beginning to think that he would just have to take his chances that Aragorn's line would be broken with no heir to continue it. He was just leaving the palace one morning to go hunting with two companions when Elladan came galloping into the courtyard on his horse.
''Legolas! Legolas! I bring glorious news! My sister has had a boy! An heir to the throne of Gondor!'' Elladan leapt off his horse and embraced Legolas.
''That is truly wonderful news my friend.'' said Legolas, his mind working restlessly.
''He is called Eldarion. Father, Elrohir and I are leaving in a few days for Gondor. Father wishes to visit Arwen and Aragorn before he leaves for Valinor. You are coming as well aren't you?''
''Of course.'' said Legolas. ''I wouldn't miss it for the world.''
''Wonderful. We'll expect you tommorow then?'' asked Elladan as he miunted his horse.
''Yes, I'll be there by noon.'' said Legolas.
''Farewell my friend!''
Elladan turned and left the courtyard at a rather more sedate pace than when he had entered it.
Legolas turned to his two servents-
''Make preparations at once. We leave this evening.''
The two elves bowed and turned to make their way back into the palace.
An evil smile crossed the Price's lips as he watched Elladan dissappear from view down the forest path.
''Well Elessar, it looks like your time is up.''
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A/N- MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (Cackles madly over computer keyboard).
You just know that this can't end well.....
Reviews please?.......
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Love & War
Chapter Three- Patience
Legolas arrived home two weeks after setting out from Gondor. He had rested in Rivendell for a few days with Elrond and Glorfindel before making the journey further North to Mirkwood on his own.
His Father was waiting for him when he arrived.
''My son!'' said Thranduil, walking down the steps of his palace to greet Legolas.
''Father, it is good to see you again.''
''Tell me.'' said Thranduil as he embraced his son. ''Tell me of the quest, of your victories. I wish to hear everything!''
So Legolas followed his Father back inside the home that he had not seen for nearly two years. They feasted and talked of the War and all of the adventures and battles that Legolas had endured. Thranduil never asked after Arwen so Legolas did not mention her.
So it was that Legolas had returned to his home, and there he stayed. He often spent the days alone. Most of his friends that he had grown up with had taken the passage West long ago. As he walked alone under the eaves of Mirkwood, his bitterness and jealously grew inside him. He thought of nothing all day and night but his plan to steal Arwen away from Aragorn.
Years passed. Glorfindel soon took the ship into the West leaving Elrond and his sons alone in Rivendell. They became frequent visitors to Mirkwood at the invitation of Thranduil who mourned the diminishing numbers of elves who resided in his halls.
Elrond and his son's brought wonderful news more than once. Three times he told Thranduil and Legolas that Arwen and Aragorn had been blessed with a daughter. Gilraen was the first, followed by Luthien and then Elwe. But never a son.
Legolas was beginning to become impatient. The sooner he implmented his plan, the better. He would just have to wait...
Thirty-three years after Aragorn's coronation, Legolas was becoming desperate. If nothing happened soon he was beginning to think that he would just have to take his chances that Aragorn's line would be broken with no heir to continue it. He was just leaving the palace one morning to go hunting with two companions when Elladan came galloping into the courtyard on his horse.
''Legolas! Legolas! I bring glorious news! My sister has had a boy! An heir to the throne of Gondor!'' Elladan leapt off his horse and embraced Legolas.
''That is truly wonderful news my friend.'' said Legolas, his mind working restlessly.
''He is called Eldarion. Father, Elrohir and I are leaving in a few days for Gondor. Father wishes to visit Arwen and Aragorn before he leaves for Valinor. You are coming as well aren't you?''
''Of course.'' said Legolas. ''I wouldn't miss it for the world.''
''Wonderful. We'll expect you tommorow then?'' asked Elladan as he miunted his horse.
''Yes, I'll be there by noon.'' said Legolas.
''Farewell my friend!''
Elladan turned and left the courtyard at a rather more sedate pace than when he had entered it.
Legolas turned to his two servents-
''Make preparations at once. We leave this evening.''
The two elves bowed and turned to make their way back into the palace.
An evil smile crossed the Price's lips as he watched Elladan dissappear from view down the forest path.
''Well Elessar, it looks like your time is up.''
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A/N- MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (Cackles madly over computer keyboard).
You just know that this can't end well.....
Reviews please?.......
