I am so sorry. I read the reviews, and I came to the conclusion that I am a
complete bitch for deserting this story for so long. Have no fear! I have
just been hit over the head with a two-inch thick textbook, and I had some
sense knocked into me. I apologise beforehand because this probably won't
follow the same, erm, exact style as the last chapters. High school screwed
over my writing style. I swear, I'll try to get some questions answered,
like that whole permanent blind issue.
Also, I swear I positively love having ideas sent to me. I love them. I cherish those messages. If you have an idea that you think would fit well in the story, send it to me! Check my user lookup for contact information. ::brick flies through window:: Ok, to the story then. (over half of the way through writing the story and I need motivation. I get a Goldfish every sentence. They smile until you bite their heads off!)
-- Every move you make and every vow you break Every smile you fake, every claim you stake I'll be watchin' you Every move you make, every step you take I'll be watchin' you --
Legolas threw open the doors to his wardrobe. Leaning back against the bed's footboard, the elf muttered, "What should I wear?" He dove into the closet, pulling out an assortment of garments. Once they were hung neatly around the room, the elven prince noted the variety of clothing that he had acquired.
From formal robes to be used when he appeared as the prince of Mirkwood down to worn breeches and shirts for weapons practice, Legolas' wardrobe reflected his own versatility. He stuffed all of the very formal attire back into the closet at once, slowly picking through everything else.
Finally settling upon a cream coloured shirt and dark brown breeches, Legolas pulled his dusty tunic over his head. As he let it drop, there was a quiet "ping" of metal hitting the sturdy wood floor. Legolas dropped to his knees and extended his hand towards the little sliver of silver that had bounced under the bed. He drew the leaf into his hand, muttering darkly under his breath. Opening a small carved box on the bedside table, he dumped the chain and charm in.
Continuing dressing, Legolas started muttering things to himself, trying to make sense of the past days. "I was not too harsh on Haldir. Glorfindel kissed him. Haldir did not even move to stop him. He had told me he loved me that morning, not Glorfindel. He said he was honest to me! He deserves everything that happens to him. I don't owe the elf anything! Absolutely nothing!"
A familiar knock rang against the door. Legolas jumped, dropping his shirt. He had only managed to change his breeches amongst his mutterings. "Legolas," Aragorn called from the hall, "may I come in?"
Legolas replied "yes", and the man gingerly opened the door. Sweeping his eyes quickly across the elf's bare upper body, he asked, "You were not hurt at all, my friend?"
Slipping the shirt over his head, the elf said, "I was not injured." He fastened the buttons and asked, "Would you like to eat supper now or wait until the gathering?
Aragorn considered for a moment, "Actually Legolas, I have been invited to return to Rivendell in the morning. That is why I came here. However, I would love to join you for supper before the gathering."
Legolas nodded, shoved the excess clothing into the wardrobe, threw his old clothing in the basket beside the door, and left with Aragorn, headed for the dining hall.
--
Haldir rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Lifting the lute from the case, he plucked a few notes before setting it back on his bed. Orophin had left to change a while back, while Rúmil was still sitting on the bed, staring dejectedly at the ceiling.
The younger of the two spoke up, "Rúmil, are you going to be joining me at the gathering?"
"I- Haldir, I do not think I will go. I was planning to take the opportunity of the silence in the library."
Haldir shuffled closer to his brother, putting an arm around his shoulder. "Is this about Uradriendil? Is he supposed to be at the gathering?" Rúmil stiffened slightly.
"No. I just do not want to join you."
"Am I that disliked among my brothers?"
Rúmil flushed, "N-no! It is just that I do not feel- " The blond halted his words abruptly when he realised that his excuse was useless to his younger brother, who had stood up and wandered to his closet.
Pulling the doors open, he asked, "Should I wear green or tan?"
"Green," Rúmil replied easily, "Tan doesn't accent your eyes."
Haldir laughed, trying to sort out the colours in his very muted vision. "It is nice to have one brother who is creative. It must be nice to be able to choose your own clothing without consulting your relatives."
Rúmil nodded, and pointed at a white shirt that matched a pair of deep green breeches. "Would those do?" He asked.
Haldir changed, and settled back on the bed. "Now, Rúmil, let's go to your room and get you dressed. I am positive that there is a better elf than Uradriendil in 'Lorien just waiting to find you."
Rúmil flushed, embarrassed, but he rose and helped lead his brother from the room. However, Haldir still managed to clip his elbow on the doorframe.
--
Aragorn pulled up a chair in the dining hall, quickly dishing some food onto his plate. Taking a bite, he glanced at the elven prince seated across from him. The elf was picking at his food, pushing it around on his plate more than eating it.
Unable to place Legolas' expression, the man asked, "Legolas, is something the matter?"
"Hm?" The elf muttered looking up. "Nothing is wrong, I was only thinking."
"About Haldir?" Aragorn ventured. Legolas shook his head and took a bite of the food strewn about his plate. Wrinkling his nose at it, he took another bite and the man across from him said, "I heard that you offered to sing at the gathering tonight."
Legolas replied, "Yes, I did."
"Do you happen to need any instrumental accompaniment?"
"Actually, Aragorn, Haldir already volunteered his lute to accompany me." The man raised his eyebrows at this. Legolas let go a mental sigh.
'Maybe I should have consulted Glorfindel before Haldir left.' The elf snorted. 'No. It was his fault. I did nothing wrong becoming upset with Haldir.'
--
"Haldir!" Rumil whined, "I cannot get my hair to lie smoothly!" Haldir blinked his eyes slowly. He had sprawled on Rumil's bed for a nap whilst his brother went to shower. Blinking hard, Haldir noticed that his vision seemed slightly worse than a few hours before.
Dismissing it quietly, he commanded, "Rumil, sit." The shorter of the two plopped down on the comforter in front of Haldir. The younger reached to the bedside table where he remembered Rumil leaving his brush. It fell off the table, so Haldir leaned over and swept it off the floor. He turned back to his brother, gently pulling it through the blond locks. Within a few minutes, Rumil's hair was no longer snarled, but positively radiant.
Haldir asked, "Do you have that jewlery case that father carved you?" Rumil nodded and handed the box to Haldir. Opening it, the blond leafed through it while Rumil dressed. He had selected a soft green tunic to go over an ivory shirt. A comfortable pair of breeches was his choice of pants.
The youngest of the Galadhrim selected a delicate silver chain and matching bracelet for his brother. He clipped the necklace on and helped him fasten the smaller around his wrist. Haldir shook his head slightly, and his vision returned to the state is was when he had gone to sleep. Puzzled, he looked over his brother's nervous, pale face.
Biting his lip, Rumil turned in a circle and said, "What do you think?"
Haldir wrapped his am around his brother in an embrace before saying, "I swear, if you were not my brother, I would ask you if you were already spoken for."
Also, I swear I positively love having ideas sent to me. I love them. I cherish those messages. If you have an idea that you think would fit well in the story, send it to me! Check my user lookup for contact information. ::brick flies through window:: Ok, to the story then. (over half of the way through writing the story and I need motivation. I get a Goldfish every sentence. They smile until you bite their heads off!)
-- Every move you make and every vow you break Every smile you fake, every claim you stake I'll be watchin' you Every move you make, every step you take I'll be watchin' you --
Legolas threw open the doors to his wardrobe. Leaning back against the bed's footboard, the elf muttered, "What should I wear?" He dove into the closet, pulling out an assortment of garments. Once they were hung neatly around the room, the elven prince noted the variety of clothing that he had acquired.
From formal robes to be used when he appeared as the prince of Mirkwood down to worn breeches and shirts for weapons practice, Legolas' wardrobe reflected his own versatility. He stuffed all of the very formal attire back into the closet at once, slowly picking through everything else.
Finally settling upon a cream coloured shirt and dark brown breeches, Legolas pulled his dusty tunic over his head. As he let it drop, there was a quiet "ping" of metal hitting the sturdy wood floor. Legolas dropped to his knees and extended his hand towards the little sliver of silver that had bounced under the bed. He drew the leaf into his hand, muttering darkly under his breath. Opening a small carved box on the bedside table, he dumped the chain and charm in.
Continuing dressing, Legolas started muttering things to himself, trying to make sense of the past days. "I was not too harsh on Haldir. Glorfindel kissed him. Haldir did not even move to stop him. He had told me he loved me that morning, not Glorfindel. He said he was honest to me! He deserves everything that happens to him. I don't owe the elf anything! Absolutely nothing!"
A familiar knock rang against the door. Legolas jumped, dropping his shirt. He had only managed to change his breeches amongst his mutterings. "Legolas," Aragorn called from the hall, "may I come in?"
Legolas replied "yes", and the man gingerly opened the door. Sweeping his eyes quickly across the elf's bare upper body, he asked, "You were not hurt at all, my friend?"
Slipping the shirt over his head, the elf said, "I was not injured." He fastened the buttons and asked, "Would you like to eat supper now or wait until the gathering?
Aragorn considered for a moment, "Actually Legolas, I have been invited to return to Rivendell in the morning. That is why I came here. However, I would love to join you for supper before the gathering."
Legolas nodded, shoved the excess clothing into the wardrobe, threw his old clothing in the basket beside the door, and left with Aragorn, headed for the dining hall.
--
Haldir rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Lifting the lute from the case, he plucked a few notes before setting it back on his bed. Orophin had left to change a while back, while Rúmil was still sitting on the bed, staring dejectedly at the ceiling.
The younger of the two spoke up, "Rúmil, are you going to be joining me at the gathering?"
"I- Haldir, I do not think I will go. I was planning to take the opportunity of the silence in the library."
Haldir shuffled closer to his brother, putting an arm around his shoulder. "Is this about Uradriendil? Is he supposed to be at the gathering?" Rúmil stiffened slightly.
"No. I just do not want to join you."
"Am I that disliked among my brothers?"
Rúmil flushed, "N-no! It is just that I do not feel- " The blond halted his words abruptly when he realised that his excuse was useless to his younger brother, who had stood up and wandered to his closet.
Pulling the doors open, he asked, "Should I wear green or tan?"
"Green," Rúmil replied easily, "Tan doesn't accent your eyes."
Haldir laughed, trying to sort out the colours in his very muted vision. "It is nice to have one brother who is creative. It must be nice to be able to choose your own clothing without consulting your relatives."
Rúmil nodded, and pointed at a white shirt that matched a pair of deep green breeches. "Would those do?" He asked.
Haldir changed, and settled back on the bed. "Now, Rúmil, let's go to your room and get you dressed. I am positive that there is a better elf than Uradriendil in 'Lorien just waiting to find you."
Rúmil flushed, embarrassed, but he rose and helped lead his brother from the room. However, Haldir still managed to clip his elbow on the doorframe.
--
Aragorn pulled up a chair in the dining hall, quickly dishing some food onto his plate. Taking a bite, he glanced at the elven prince seated across from him. The elf was picking at his food, pushing it around on his plate more than eating it.
Unable to place Legolas' expression, the man asked, "Legolas, is something the matter?"
"Hm?" The elf muttered looking up. "Nothing is wrong, I was only thinking."
"About Haldir?" Aragorn ventured. Legolas shook his head and took a bite of the food strewn about his plate. Wrinkling his nose at it, he took another bite and the man across from him said, "I heard that you offered to sing at the gathering tonight."
Legolas replied, "Yes, I did."
"Do you happen to need any instrumental accompaniment?"
"Actually, Aragorn, Haldir already volunteered his lute to accompany me." The man raised his eyebrows at this. Legolas let go a mental sigh.
'Maybe I should have consulted Glorfindel before Haldir left.' The elf snorted. 'No. It was his fault. I did nothing wrong becoming upset with Haldir.'
--
"Haldir!" Rumil whined, "I cannot get my hair to lie smoothly!" Haldir blinked his eyes slowly. He had sprawled on Rumil's bed for a nap whilst his brother went to shower. Blinking hard, Haldir noticed that his vision seemed slightly worse than a few hours before.
Dismissing it quietly, he commanded, "Rumil, sit." The shorter of the two plopped down on the comforter in front of Haldir. The younger reached to the bedside table where he remembered Rumil leaving his brush. It fell off the table, so Haldir leaned over and swept it off the floor. He turned back to his brother, gently pulling it through the blond locks. Within a few minutes, Rumil's hair was no longer snarled, but positively radiant.
Haldir asked, "Do you have that jewlery case that father carved you?" Rumil nodded and handed the box to Haldir. Opening it, the blond leafed through it while Rumil dressed. He had selected a soft green tunic to go over an ivory shirt. A comfortable pair of breeches was his choice of pants.
The youngest of the Galadhrim selected a delicate silver chain and matching bracelet for his brother. He clipped the necklace on and helped him fasten the smaller around his wrist. Haldir shook his head slightly, and his vision returned to the state is was when he had gone to sleep. Puzzled, he looked over his brother's nervous, pale face.
Biting his lip, Rumil turned in a circle and said, "What do you think?"
Haldir wrapped his am around his brother in an embrace before saying, "I swear, if you were not my brother, I would ask you if you were already spoken for."