For those who need clarification, the Elrond/Thranduil story is part 1
while the Legolas/Aragorn is part 2.
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And on with the story... (sorry it's short)
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Chapter 2
Thranduil stood in front of the council, the effort spent sending his already pasty skin into a cold sweat.
"I have an announcement to make," he stated, his voice shaking slightly.
"I have decided to forfeit my right to the throne."
No one in the room moved a muscle.
"This decision has come at a time when I realised that the pain I am going through is unnecessary. I feel that I am doing an inadequate job as your king because of this pain, and so I pass the crown to my son and heir, Legolas."
He sat, or more accurately fell, back in his seat with a quiet 'thump'.
For many moments no one spoke or moved. Then- when the silence became deafening- a lone figure stood up- Legolas, the new king of Mirkwood.
"Well, father. I am pleased to see that you are thinking of your health for once, but are you sure you want to do this?"
"As sure as blood runs through my veins."
"Then... I am pleased you made this decision. I hope to do you proud. Will you stay here for awhile or do you have engagements elsewhere?" Legolas asked, a hopeful expression on his face.
Thranduil sighed. He hated disappointing his son. "I'm sorry son. But this pain is unbearable. I fear I must leave for Rivendell at once."
"Alright. I suppose we can deal with the finer details by ourselves," Legolas said, with a vaguely sad look on his face.
"I'm sorry. I must leave now," he apologised.
And with that Thranduil stood, albeit unsteadily, and made for his rooms, feeling as though a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
'Free at last!'
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Please review!
Thanks for the reviews!
And on with the story... (sorry it's short)
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Chapter 2
Thranduil stood in front of the council, the effort spent sending his already pasty skin into a cold sweat.
"I have an announcement to make," he stated, his voice shaking slightly.
"I have decided to forfeit my right to the throne."
No one in the room moved a muscle.
"This decision has come at a time when I realised that the pain I am going through is unnecessary. I feel that I am doing an inadequate job as your king because of this pain, and so I pass the crown to my son and heir, Legolas."
He sat, or more accurately fell, back in his seat with a quiet 'thump'.
For many moments no one spoke or moved. Then- when the silence became deafening- a lone figure stood up- Legolas, the new king of Mirkwood.
"Well, father. I am pleased to see that you are thinking of your health for once, but are you sure you want to do this?"
"As sure as blood runs through my veins."
"Then... I am pleased you made this decision. I hope to do you proud. Will you stay here for awhile or do you have engagements elsewhere?" Legolas asked, a hopeful expression on his face.
Thranduil sighed. He hated disappointing his son. "I'm sorry son. But this pain is unbearable. I fear I must leave for Rivendell at once."
"Alright. I suppose we can deal with the finer details by ourselves," Legolas said, with a vaguely sad look on his face.
"I'm sorry. I must leave now," he apologised.
And with that Thranduil stood, albeit unsteadily, and made for his rooms, feeling as though a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
'Free at last!'
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