Chapter4
BACK IN MIRKWOOD'S PRINCE'S QUARTERS
Legolas's POV
Legolas looked out of the window so close to his bed. It was a beautiful day by all of Mirkwood's standards. He saw his bow, and wished longingly that he could go out and practice.
But his spirit for archery seemed to have left with weeks ago. He didn't seem to enjoy it anymore. It had been amazingly good fun to sport with Ira. He nearly always won. But she was fun to spar with all the same. He missed his good friend dearly.
It had only been some time around two weeks since Ira had left, but it seemed much longer. As prince of realm of Mirkwood, he supposed he had better things to think about. But could he? No. He swore in Elvish, and decided that he would go for a run.
He left his room and crept along the corridor as quiet as well, an elf. All of his senses on alert for his father; or someone else from the King's inner circle. That was exactly the thing that he didn't need right now, someone else important to meet.
He didn't get far. He heard footsteps coming his way, and looked around for a place to hide...he found nothing.
But if an elf doesn't want to be seen, he isn't seen. Legolas vaulted up into the rafters in what was to men, an amazing feat of agility. But to an elf, was child's play. He found his footing quickly, and stood so close, he was almost entirely flat against the wall.
He looked down and saw Mouros. Who had been a particular bur under the saddle for Legolas lately.
Considering the fact that Mouros had been trying to court Ira long before she had left, he was furious at her being sent away. But of course, he didn't know where, or why she had been sent.
And so he stuck to the prince. Legolas alone knew the real reason behind her departure. And Legolas figured Mouros could go and throw himself into Mt. Doom, for all he cared. Ira had never returned his affections, nor would she ever.
Legolas smiled bitterly. Let the fool of an elf search. He won't find her. And he will never find out where she is. Not from himself, that is.
Mouros gave an exasperated sigh, and continued on his way. Legolas smiled and almost laughed, almost.
When Mouros was well out of sight and earshot, Legolas dropped down and sprinted lightly down the hall. As soon as he saw a relatively low window (7 feet or so) he vaulted up, and jumped lightly down, outside now.
And he was free. He darted off between the trees; glad he had dressed dark today. He let forth a burst of speed and ran until his heart felt ready to burst. He guessed he had covered at least eight miles or so.
No one was there to stop him. No one to hinder the release of so much pent up emotion and energy. He began to sing in his loud low-tenor voice, a drinking song of the hobbits he had learned from Pippin, that which he had converted to his own native elvish.
His voice rang out beautifully and suddenly he wished he had someone to sing with him. He chuckled softly as a memory of Ira and himself; years younger and spry came rushing back...
Them playing tricks on Amorahia, a rather over stiff female elf just months older then themselves. He remembered the sapphire colored berries they had thrown, which had exploded brilliantly upon contact with Amorahia's silver locks. The color had remained for weeks.
His father had been furious. He laughed at the thought. Now the king of Mirkwood was too dignified, to be caught being anything more than politely annoyed. He then remembered the rather rude rhymes they had created.
One in particular came rushing back. It was about a girl, who could never keep her silver hair clean. Legolas smiled. It seemed the birds had developed a rather nasty habit of throwing berries at her. He remembered the first time they had sung it for Amorahia.
With her being their inspiration and all. She had deserved to hear it first.
He felt a sharp pain in his side. It hurt his heart so to be away from her. 'Soon,' he thought 'I will pay a visit. I want to see her smile again.'
He started the long walk home with a heavy heart. Soon he would have to confront Mouros. And then, his father. As he passed a slight little tree, he noted with delight that it was one that had sapphire colored fruit on it. He smiled. It would be his last one for a while . . . . . .
Author: Hoped u guys liked it. Sorry so short. I am at a loss for words. Out of ideas. Help me please! Any ideas appreciated, no matter how off the wall. Just no Legolas the Punk rocker, or Pippin the rebel and/or such stuff. (Sorry!) Also, let me know what you thought of my portrayal of Legolas. Personally, I thought I did pretty well. For a first timer, that is. THANX!
BACK IN MIRKWOOD'S PRINCE'S QUARTERS
Legolas's POV
Legolas looked out of the window so close to his bed. It was a beautiful day by all of Mirkwood's standards. He saw his bow, and wished longingly that he could go out and practice.
But his spirit for archery seemed to have left with weeks ago. He didn't seem to enjoy it anymore. It had been amazingly good fun to sport with Ira. He nearly always won. But she was fun to spar with all the same. He missed his good friend dearly.
It had only been some time around two weeks since Ira had left, but it seemed much longer. As prince of realm of Mirkwood, he supposed he had better things to think about. But could he? No. He swore in Elvish, and decided that he would go for a run.
He left his room and crept along the corridor as quiet as well, an elf. All of his senses on alert for his father; or someone else from the King's inner circle. That was exactly the thing that he didn't need right now, someone else important to meet.
He didn't get far. He heard footsteps coming his way, and looked around for a place to hide...he found nothing.
But if an elf doesn't want to be seen, he isn't seen. Legolas vaulted up into the rafters in what was to men, an amazing feat of agility. But to an elf, was child's play. He found his footing quickly, and stood so close, he was almost entirely flat against the wall.
He looked down and saw Mouros. Who had been a particular bur under the saddle for Legolas lately.
Considering the fact that Mouros had been trying to court Ira long before she had left, he was furious at her being sent away. But of course, he didn't know where, or why she had been sent.
And so he stuck to the prince. Legolas alone knew the real reason behind her departure. And Legolas figured Mouros could go and throw himself into Mt. Doom, for all he cared. Ira had never returned his affections, nor would she ever.
Legolas smiled bitterly. Let the fool of an elf search. He won't find her. And he will never find out where she is. Not from himself, that is.
Mouros gave an exasperated sigh, and continued on his way. Legolas smiled and almost laughed, almost.
When Mouros was well out of sight and earshot, Legolas dropped down and sprinted lightly down the hall. As soon as he saw a relatively low window (7 feet or so) he vaulted up, and jumped lightly down, outside now.
And he was free. He darted off between the trees; glad he had dressed dark today. He let forth a burst of speed and ran until his heart felt ready to burst. He guessed he had covered at least eight miles or so.
No one was there to stop him. No one to hinder the release of so much pent up emotion and energy. He began to sing in his loud low-tenor voice, a drinking song of the hobbits he had learned from Pippin, that which he had converted to his own native elvish.
His voice rang out beautifully and suddenly he wished he had someone to sing with him. He chuckled softly as a memory of Ira and himself; years younger and spry came rushing back...
Them playing tricks on Amorahia, a rather over stiff female elf just months older then themselves. He remembered the sapphire colored berries they had thrown, which had exploded brilliantly upon contact with Amorahia's silver locks. The color had remained for weeks.
His father had been furious. He laughed at the thought. Now the king of Mirkwood was too dignified, to be caught being anything more than politely annoyed. He then remembered the rather rude rhymes they had created.
One in particular came rushing back. It was about a girl, who could never keep her silver hair clean. Legolas smiled. It seemed the birds had developed a rather nasty habit of throwing berries at her. He remembered the first time they had sung it for Amorahia.
With her being their inspiration and all. She had deserved to hear it first.
He felt a sharp pain in his side. It hurt his heart so to be away from her. 'Soon,' he thought 'I will pay a visit. I want to see her smile again.'
He started the long walk home with a heavy heart. Soon he would have to confront Mouros. And then, his father. As he passed a slight little tree, he noted with delight that it was one that had sapphire colored fruit on it. He smiled. It would be his last one for a while . . . . . .
Author: Hoped u guys liked it. Sorry so short. I am at a loss for words. Out of ideas. Help me please! Any ideas appreciated, no matter how off the wall. Just no Legolas the Punk rocker, or Pippin the rebel and/or such stuff. (Sorry!) Also, let me know what you thought of my portrayal of Legolas. Personally, I thought I did pretty well. For a first timer, that is. THANX!