Disclaimer: I don't any of Tolkien's stuff.
By the way, I made some revisions in Chapter 2. A reviewer told me not to portray Thranduil as a mean dude. I wasn't aware and I think Thranduil's cool, so I made him a bit nicer! I also changed a couple more small things, grammatical errors and misuses of words, things like that.
And I know this is kind of short, but bear with me here. My teacher is asking me to help her with our fantasy curriculum and I haven't necessarily been "busy" but more like distracted. But I will try to update all my stories more often. Please try to cope!
Thank you to my lovely reviewers!! I felt guilty about not updating for such a long time, so here you go!
CHAPTER 3
"Your-" Legolas and Cerithrandil exclaimed simultaneously, not finishing either of their sentences.
"But that's-" They said together in unison, their eyes wide.
"Who are you?" Cerithrandil asked cautiously, sounding braver than he felt, his dagger held limply at his side.
"I could ask the same to you," Legolas said, looking at his duplicate.
"Cerithrandil," Cerithrandil said monotonously.
"Legolas," Legolas said. Cerithrandil thought it rang a bell somewhere, but shrugged it off.
"Now, this is all some twisted dream and I should be waking up soon. At least, I hope so," Legolas said with an involuntary gulp.
"Of course this is a dream," Cerithrandil said matter-of-factly. "And since it is a dream, there's no use in killing you, so how about we have a nice conversation instead," Cerithrandil said as if taking a walk at an unearthly hour solved all of his problems.
"Why would you kill me? Usually, people just grovel and bow at my feet," Legolas said, walking alongside Cerithrandil at a leisurely pace.
"Why would they do that?" Cerithrandil glanced at Legolas for a split second. For a fleeting second, a look of disbelief passed over Legolas's face, but I went as quickly as it came.
"You mean you don't know who I am?" Legolas asked, tentatively.
"Should I?" Cerithrandil asked nonchalantly.
"Well, considering the circumstances..." Legolas said, trailing off.
"What circumstances? Just because you look exactly like me, doesn't automatically mean that I should recognize you," Cerithrandil said, giving Legolas a sharp look.
No, I didn't mean that. What I'm trying to say is that I'm the Prince of Mirkwood." Cerithrandil choked on his own saliva, stopping abruptly.
"You?!" he asked incredulously.
"Yes, me," Legolas said, not knowing where this was leading.
"You're the snotty prince who forgets about us peasants on the outskirts of Mirkwood?!" Cerithrandil was nearly shouting now. His fist was tightly snaked around the hilt of his dagger and there was a strong impulse inside of him to plunge the dagger into the Prince's chest.
"How could I have known if you were all the way out here?!" Legolas said, angry that this peasant was irritated just because he didn't know about his family when they lived at least seven miles away from the palace. Suddenly, amidst his rant, a brilliant idea came to Legolas.
Cerithrandil was in the middle of rattling off reasons why Legolas is a bad prince.
"Wait. I have an idea," Legolas said, thanking the Valar. "I have a proposition to offer," Legolas said carefully. Cerithrandil paused. Legolas took this as a sign to continue. "How would you like to switch places?" Legolas prayed that he would take up on the offer.
"Why would I want to do that?" Cerithrandil snorted.
"You said it yourself that your family nearly starved last winter. I bet I'm a better hunter than you. If we switched, your family wouldn't go hungry," Legolas said, convincingly.
"I don't know," Cerithrandil said, chewing on his lower lip.
"And, you could polish up on your sword and archery skills. My father has me taught by the finest archers and swordsman," Legolas said. That did it.
"It's a deal," Cerithrandil said. The two shook hands, and as they did, Legolas nearly leapt with joy, but Cerithrandil felt kind of guilty, like he was deserting his family for something better. But he convinced himself, 'They'll be in good hands, after all, Legolas said he was a skilled hunter. Ada and Naneth won't go hungry any time soon.'
King Thranduil sat in his mahogany chair, quill clenched in his hand, poised and ready to be written with. He was supposed to be working, but he couldn't stop worrying about Legolas. He could've been killed by now. After all he did go without any of his weapons as far as he knew. The prince had been gone for the whole day and it was nearly midnight.
Suddenly, a guard burst into his study, looking frazzled.
"My lord, Prince Legolas, he has returned!" Thranduil leapt to his feet, barreling into the guard. He rushed down the steps, coming to the entrance gates.
After Legolas gave him directions to the palace, Cerithrandil arrived after a long, but leisurely walk. As he arrived, suddenly guards were bustling around and yelling, "Inform the King! Inform the King!" as if they had just been ambushed my Melkor or something.
Suddenly, a very rumpled, but regal looking elf dashed out into the cool night air. Legolas was a spitting image of the King, or now it seemed, he, Cerithrandil, was a spitting image of the King. All together it was quite confusing.
Standing at the gate was his son, looking sort of bewildered, shocked, and amazed at the same time.
"My son!" Thranduil said, his voice drenched in worry. Suddenly, Legolas's head whipped around.
"Uh...father!" he said, awkwardly. Thranduil hugged him, which felt more like suffocating him.
"I have been worried! Quickly, come inside!" With that said, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood was ushered inside.
Suddenly, they were weaving through innumerable hallways and corridors that were so foreign to the dull wooden walls of Cerithrandil's old homey cabin. When they arrived at Legolas's room, Thranduil opened the door, and Cerithrandil walked in.
The room itself was about as big as his old cabin, with a lavish bed, and well crafted furniture. Cerithrandil immediately dived right in.
"This is mine?! All of it?" Cerithrandil asked as he whisked around the room, touching the fine silk sheets and running his fingers over the smooth wood of the dresser. He opened another door.
"He actually has a bath tub?!" Cerithrandil said without thinking. Although it is extremely hard to think when you're overwhelmed with such luxuries, when all your life you've lived in a small, as far away from civilization as can be. Thranduil just smiled, shaking his head, and shrugging it off as being so far away from home for so long. Little did he know that his real son was in a cramped cabin, sleeping on a dusty, itchy straw-stuffed mattress and actually enjoying it, at least to some extent.
While Legolas was enjoying his time roughing it, Cerithrandil was climbing into a porcelain bath of steaming water. After his skin prunes and he decides to end his bath because the water is no longer warm, he will proceed to change into ridiculously comfortable sleepwear, and fall asleep on expensive silk sheets and blankets from Lothlorien.
Good? Bad? Personally, I thought the beginning was crappy, but I'd still like to see what you think! So please review! I want the honest truth, 'Should I, Or Shouldn't I Continue This Story?'
Response To Reviews:
Queenzeggy: I wouldn't think of it! I love Legolas! I only have to insult him a little because my Cerithrandil doesn't like him. But they'll become friends.
Lyn: Thanks for your suggestions! I did some revisions in Chapter 2, so if you want to check it out, feel free!
Erestor: I didn't realize that I was making Thranduil sound like a jerk, so I changed the dialogue around a bit so he's nicer, because I think Thranduil's cool!
By the way, I made some revisions in Chapter 2. A reviewer told me not to portray Thranduil as a mean dude. I wasn't aware and I think Thranduil's cool, so I made him a bit nicer! I also changed a couple more small things, grammatical errors and misuses of words, things like that.
And I know this is kind of short, but bear with me here. My teacher is asking me to help her with our fantasy curriculum and I haven't necessarily been "busy" but more like distracted. But I will try to update all my stories more often. Please try to cope!
Thank you to my lovely reviewers!! I felt guilty about not updating for such a long time, so here you go!
CHAPTER 3
"Your-" Legolas and Cerithrandil exclaimed simultaneously, not finishing either of their sentences.
"But that's-" They said together in unison, their eyes wide.
"Who are you?" Cerithrandil asked cautiously, sounding braver than he felt, his dagger held limply at his side.
"I could ask the same to you," Legolas said, looking at his duplicate.
"Cerithrandil," Cerithrandil said monotonously.
"Legolas," Legolas said. Cerithrandil thought it rang a bell somewhere, but shrugged it off.
"Now, this is all some twisted dream and I should be waking up soon. At least, I hope so," Legolas said with an involuntary gulp.
"Of course this is a dream," Cerithrandil said matter-of-factly. "And since it is a dream, there's no use in killing you, so how about we have a nice conversation instead," Cerithrandil said as if taking a walk at an unearthly hour solved all of his problems.
"Why would you kill me? Usually, people just grovel and bow at my feet," Legolas said, walking alongside Cerithrandil at a leisurely pace.
"Why would they do that?" Cerithrandil glanced at Legolas for a split second. For a fleeting second, a look of disbelief passed over Legolas's face, but I went as quickly as it came.
"You mean you don't know who I am?" Legolas asked, tentatively.
"Should I?" Cerithrandil asked nonchalantly.
"Well, considering the circumstances..." Legolas said, trailing off.
"What circumstances? Just because you look exactly like me, doesn't automatically mean that I should recognize you," Cerithrandil said, giving Legolas a sharp look.
No, I didn't mean that. What I'm trying to say is that I'm the Prince of Mirkwood." Cerithrandil choked on his own saliva, stopping abruptly.
"You?!" he asked incredulously.
"Yes, me," Legolas said, not knowing where this was leading.
"You're the snotty prince who forgets about us peasants on the outskirts of Mirkwood?!" Cerithrandil was nearly shouting now. His fist was tightly snaked around the hilt of his dagger and there was a strong impulse inside of him to plunge the dagger into the Prince's chest.
"How could I have known if you were all the way out here?!" Legolas said, angry that this peasant was irritated just because he didn't know about his family when they lived at least seven miles away from the palace. Suddenly, amidst his rant, a brilliant idea came to Legolas.
Cerithrandil was in the middle of rattling off reasons why Legolas is a bad prince.
"Wait. I have an idea," Legolas said, thanking the Valar. "I have a proposition to offer," Legolas said carefully. Cerithrandil paused. Legolas took this as a sign to continue. "How would you like to switch places?" Legolas prayed that he would take up on the offer.
"Why would I want to do that?" Cerithrandil snorted.
"You said it yourself that your family nearly starved last winter. I bet I'm a better hunter than you. If we switched, your family wouldn't go hungry," Legolas said, convincingly.
"I don't know," Cerithrandil said, chewing on his lower lip.
"And, you could polish up on your sword and archery skills. My father has me taught by the finest archers and swordsman," Legolas said. That did it.
"It's a deal," Cerithrandil said. The two shook hands, and as they did, Legolas nearly leapt with joy, but Cerithrandil felt kind of guilty, like he was deserting his family for something better. But he convinced himself, 'They'll be in good hands, after all, Legolas said he was a skilled hunter. Ada and Naneth won't go hungry any time soon.'
King Thranduil sat in his mahogany chair, quill clenched in his hand, poised and ready to be written with. He was supposed to be working, but he couldn't stop worrying about Legolas. He could've been killed by now. After all he did go without any of his weapons as far as he knew. The prince had been gone for the whole day and it was nearly midnight.
Suddenly, a guard burst into his study, looking frazzled.
"My lord, Prince Legolas, he has returned!" Thranduil leapt to his feet, barreling into the guard. He rushed down the steps, coming to the entrance gates.
After Legolas gave him directions to the palace, Cerithrandil arrived after a long, but leisurely walk. As he arrived, suddenly guards were bustling around and yelling, "Inform the King! Inform the King!" as if they had just been ambushed my Melkor or something.
Suddenly, a very rumpled, but regal looking elf dashed out into the cool night air. Legolas was a spitting image of the King, or now it seemed, he, Cerithrandil, was a spitting image of the King. All together it was quite confusing.
Standing at the gate was his son, looking sort of bewildered, shocked, and amazed at the same time.
"My son!" Thranduil said, his voice drenched in worry. Suddenly, Legolas's head whipped around.
"Uh...father!" he said, awkwardly. Thranduil hugged him, which felt more like suffocating him.
"I have been worried! Quickly, come inside!" With that said, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood was ushered inside.
Suddenly, they were weaving through innumerable hallways and corridors that were so foreign to the dull wooden walls of Cerithrandil's old homey cabin. When they arrived at Legolas's room, Thranduil opened the door, and Cerithrandil walked in.
The room itself was about as big as his old cabin, with a lavish bed, and well crafted furniture. Cerithrandil immediately dived right in.
"This is mine?! All of it?" Cerithrandil asked as he whisked around the room, touching the fine silk sheets and running his fingers over the smooth wood of the dresser. He opened another door.
"He actually has a bath tub?!" Cerithrandil said without thinking. Although it is extremely hard to think when you're overwhelmed with such luxuries, when all your life you've lived in a small, as far away from civilization as can be. Thranduil just smiled, shaking his head, and shrugging it off as being so far away from home for so long. Little did he know that his real son was in a cramped cabin, sleeping on a dusty, itchy straw-stuffed mattress and actually enjoying it, at least to some extent.
While Legolas was enjoying his time roughing it, Cerithrandil was climbing into a porcelain bath of steaming water. After his skin prunes and he decides to end his bath because the water is no longer warm, he will proceed to change into ridiculously comfortable sleepwear, and fall asleep on expensive silk sheets and blankets from Lothlorien.
Good? Bad? Personally, I thought the beginning was crappy, but I'd still like to see what you think! So please review! I want the honest truth, 'Should I, Or Shouldn't I Continue This Story?'
Response To Reviews:
Queenzeggy: I wouldn't think of it! I love Legolas! I only have to insult him a little because my Cerithrandil doesn't like him. But they'll become friends.
Lyn: Thanks for your suggestions! I did some revisions in Chapter 2, so if you want to check it out, feel free!
Erestor: I didn't realize that I was making Thranduil sound like a jerk, so I changed the dialogue around a bit so he's nicer, because I think Thranduil's cool!