Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Cerithrandil!
I'm really sorry that I haven't updated for so long! My computer kept on freezing on me and I'm having it fixed (although so far there has been no progress!) While I was writing this, I realized that I haven't updated in a month! Please forgive me and read this chapter!
Thanks to all my reviewers for your wonderful tips, I loved them all and will hopefully use them!
CHAPTER 5
Legolas jerked awake and toppled off of the itchy straw mattress onto the dusty wood floors as an insane screeching sounded through the air. It sounded relatively like a rooster, but Legolas didn't care whether it was a rooster or a dragon.
He buried his head in the musty pillow and tried to fall back asleep, but found that he had been awake too long to return to blissful elven slumber. Legolas wandered drunkenly over to the washbasin on a rickety table and rinsed his face with freezing cold water from yesterday. As he wiped his face on his shirt, he felt a certain satisfaction at not having to be proper and use a cloth to do it. Although, he felt like he hadn't taken a bath for at least two weeks, even if he had only taken a bath just yesterday morning.
Walking out of his new room and into the kitchen, taking all but five steps to get there, he saw two elves sitting at the table; one was a female, the other a male. Legolas assumed that these were Cerithrandil's parents.
"Hello, dear, how did you sleep?" Cerithrandil's mother asked as she placed three bowls on the table.
"Fine, Naneth," Legolas said for authenticity, feeling better now that he was more awake. 'Well now that I think of it, I think there were fleas in that mattress......' he thought, horrified. He tried to shrug off the alarming thought.
Cerithrandil's mother was dishing out stew from a pot that was being heated over a crackling fire. She placed a bowl brimming with stew in front of him.
"You'll need a good breakfast today. You and your father are going hunting today," she said, serving Cerithrandil's father and then herself. This statement made the stew taste even better as Legolas spooned it into his mouth.
'I get to go hunting! I cannot remember the last time I went on a hunting trip!' Legolas thought gleefully. Finishing the stew, him and Cerithrandil's father gathered their weapons and headed out the door, bidding farewell to Cerithrandil's mother.
As they walked through the small village, Legolas was happy to see that no one stared at him, or bowed to him, or stuttered meaningless greetings of "your highness". They just went about with their daily work, some waving, because they knew him. Legolas waved back with utmost ease.
When they entered the woods, after a few minutes, they discovered an enormous buck. Legolas too aim with his bow and arrow, but was disturbed to find that his "father" (A/N I'm just going to do this with Cerithrandil's parents because it's annoying to type Cerithrandil's mother or whatever. And I'll call Thranduil, King Thranduil when we check in with Cerithrandil) placed a hand on his arm.
"Maybe I should do it," he said gently, speaking in hushed tones.
"Why? I can do it," Legolas assured him.
"You're sure?" his "father" asked uncertainly. Legolas nodded whole- heartedly before releasing his arrow. It pierced the neck of the deer and it fell to the ground with a sound thump.
'
They rose from their positions on the ground. Legolas looked smug, while his "father" looked perplexed but excited.
"This will last for at least a month!" his "ada" sad in awe. "A lovely shot," he murmured subconsciously under his breath.
"Help me carry this," Legolas said. The two hefted the buck onto their shoulders. When they returned home, Legolas's "mother" was just as overjoyed as her husband, if not more.
She immediately went to work. Through all the confusion, she pressed to wooden pails into Legolas's arms and told him to go fill them down by the river. Legolas exited the cabin, and ambled into the forest, somewhat unsure of where to go.
Vaguely remembering passing by a small pond on their short hunting trip, he went in the same direction.
Someone was knocking on the door. Cerithrandil opened his eyes slowly just as two maids walked in, each one carrying two buckets filled with steaming water.
"For your bath, my lord," the first one said. The voice sounded familiar and Cerithrandil recognized it immediately. He nearly choked out the name, but didn't.
'So this is what Taraweil does all day,' he thought to himself. He noticed that she kept her head down the whole time. The two traipsed into the bathroom and the sound of water splashing into the porcelain tub filled his ears.
Taraweil quickly exited, but the second maid smiled flirtatiously at him before leaving, making her dress swirl around her.
Cerithrandil smiled uneasily before removing his clothes and sinking into the steaming bathtub. Leaning back, he stayed like this until the curls of steam had disappeared.
Wrapping a fluffy white towel around himself, Cerithrandil changed into a pair of comfortable and plain leggings and tunic, both in colors of earthy hues. He dried his hair, and laced up his scuffed and battered boots.
Stepping over the threshold, he closed the door behind him with a loud click that echoed through the halls. The corridors were mostly empty, except for a few passing maids and servants.
He admired the paintings and statues dotted around the palace, things he hadn't noticed the night before. Suddenly, he had rammed into someone.
"Oh, excuse me-" Cerithrandil said apologetically.
"Legolas, I've been looking all over for you!" Cerithrandil looked up at King Thranduil, his temporary "father".
"What are you doing in those plain clothes? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were a peasant!" Thranduil said jovially. "Now, change into something a little more pleasing to the eye. You are to attend that important council meeting. Lord Elrond is coming with his two sons (A/N: Dun dun dun!)."
Cerithrandil only stared at the King blankly.
"Ah, well. I suppose you could wear that. Now come, the council members have already gathered." Thranduil then proceeded to usher his "son" to the council room. Little did he know that his real son was lost, wandering through a dark forest......
Legolas wandered aimlessly through the darkening forest. His clothes were splattered with mud and there were tears in his tunic and leggings where twigs had snagged on them.
Whipping around, he thought he heard the sound of footsteps, but it was only his imagination.
There was a foreboding howl, and a screech. Despite himself, Legolas began to run, weaving through the trees. Suddenly, the forest ended, and he was at a clear stream. He let out a breath he didn't even know he had been holding. Hurriedly, he filled the buckets and trekked back through the forest, scolding himself for getting scared so easily.
As Legolas made his way through the village, he heard a female voice behind him.
"Cerithrandil! Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you!" Legolas froze in his tracks.
Cerithrandil meandered through the unfamiliar hallways with uncertainty. Suddenly there was shouting behind him. It was a female, a very angry female.
"Legolas! Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you!" Cerithrandil sped up and nearly knocked down a tapestry with a golden- haired elf fighting a fiery Balrog on it. I've been looking all over for you!" Cerithrandil sped up and nearly knocked down a tapestry with a golden- haired elf fighting a fiery Balrog on it.
Swerving to the right, he came to a dead end. The she-elf had caught up with him. Cerithrandil turned around and was faced with a she-elf with dark hair and vibrant green eyes that cold rival the leaves of the Mirkwood trees.
Surprisingly, her garb was that of a male's.
"What's wrong with you? Why were you running? I haven't seen you since you disappeared last night," she said crossly.
"Uhh......my lady," Cerithrandil took her hand in his and kissed it. The she- elf snatched her hand back. "Did you have to much wine at breakfast?" she said, disgusted.
"Sorry......what's your name again?"
"Enellewyn. Remember?" '
"Oh, yes, of course," Cerithrandil stuttered. He wanted to kick himself for being so stupid.
"Well, let's go. Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen are here already." Enellewyn began ushering him in the other direction, mumbling obscenities about male elves.
"Legolas! There you are! We must practice swordplay today," said a very tall elf with silver hair making his way towards them. Cerithrandil looked at Enellewyn. She was glaring at him.
"Come, come. I hope you don't mind Enellewyn," the elf said pleasantly.
"Oh, not at all. Legolas needs to brush up on his skills. I beat him twice the other day," Enellewyn said smugly. The elf looked at him disapprovingly before leading him outside.
"Meet me in the courtyard!" Enellewyn yelled before jogging in the opposite direction.
When the pair arrived outside, the elf handed him two knives ("You must always remember your weapons, Legolas!")
Legolas went into his equivalent of a starting position and so did the silver haired elf.
In a flash of movement, the two began sparring. Cerithrandil, having no knowledge of how to use the two slender knives, tossed them aside. Seeing what his opponent had done, the elf opposite him also discarded his weapons. The two were locked in combat, until the silver-haired elf tackled Cerithrandil to the ground and held one of the elven knives at his throat.
Cerithrandil had gone down in a matter of minutes. To say the least, the silver haired elf looked disappointed.
"Again!" and before Cerithrandil knew it, the two were sparring again.
When the training finally ended, Cerithrandil returned to his room. Toppling onto the bed, his strained muscles were immediately at ease. The elf fell into a peaceful sleep.
Like it? Hate it? Whatever you think, I would like to hear from you, so please review! I know this was kind of short, and I'm really, really sorry!
Response to Reviews:
Hot Elf Babe-After all the ideas and suggestions came in, I was thinking of doing that. Thanks!
GNL-I love your idea, I might use it (that means I probably will, assuming I'll run out of creative thread to sew this story with!)
Eruanna-Thanks for the suggestion! I might do that once I think of a cause to why they look the same!)
Athena Diagon Cat-When I was beginning this story, it hadn't come to my mind that it could be in the Legolas/Enellewyn "universe". Because, I don't know where this would take place in the Legolas/Enellewyn timeline. Would it be before the whole Wedding thing? Probably... And, what if the reviewers for this story haven't read any of my other stories (besides you) and then they would have to read the other ones and that might turn them off completely. Whatever. Thanks for the good idea!
Yahoo-chocolate-bars-Maybe I'll do something like that, thanks for your feedback.
I'm really sorry that I haven't updated for so long! My computer kept on freezing on me and I'm having it fixed (although so far there has been no progress!) While I was writing this, I realized that I haven't updated in a month! Please forgive me and read this chapter!
Thanks to all my reviewers for your wonderful tips, I loved them all and will hopefully use them!
CHAPTER 5
Legolas jerked awake and toppled off of the itchy straw mattress onto the dusty wood floors as an insane screeching sounded through the air. It sounded relatively like a rooster, but Legolas didn't care whether it was a rooster or a dragon.
He buried his head in the musty pillow and tried to fall back asleep, but found that he had been awake too long to return to blissful elven slumber. Legolas wandered drunkenly over to the washbasin on a rickety table and rinsed his face with freezing cold water from yesterday. As he wiped his face on his shirt, he felt a certain satisfaction at not having to be proper and use a cloth to do it. Although, he felt like he hadn't taken a bath for at least two weeks, even if he had only taken a bath just yesterday morning.
Walking out of his new room and into the kitchen, taking all but five steps to get there, he saw two elves sitting at the table; one was a female, the other a male. Legolas assumed that these were Cerithrandil's parents.
"Hello, dear, how did you sleep?" Cerithrandil's mother asked as she placed three bowls on the table.
"Fine, Naneth," Legolas said for authenticity, feeling better now that he was more awake. 'Well now that I think of it, I think there were fleas in that mattress......' he thought, horrified. He tried to shrug off the alarming thought.
Cerithrandil's mother was dishing out stew from a pot that was being heated over a crackling fire. She placed a bowl brimming with stew in front of him.
"You'll need a good breakfast today. You and your father are going hunting today," she said, serving Cerithrandil's father and then herself. This statement made the stew taste even better as Legolas spooned it into his mouth.
'I get to go hunting! I cannot remember the last time I went on a hunting trip!' Legolas thought gleefully. Finishing the stew, him and Cerithrandil's father gathered their weapons and headed out the door, bidding farewell to Cerithrandil's mother.
As they walked through the small village, Legolas was happy to see that no one stared at him, or bowed to him, or stuttered meaningless greetings of "your highness". They just went about with their daily work, some waving, because they knew him. Legolas waved back with utmost ease.
When they entered the woods, after a few minutes, they discovered an enormous buck. Legolas too aim with his bow and arrow, but was disturbed to find that his "father" (A/N I'm just going to do this with Cerithrandil's parents because it's annoying to type Cerithrandil's mother or whatever. And I'll call Thranduil, King Thranduil when we check in with Cerithrandil) placed a hand on his arm.
"Maybe I should do it," he said gently, speaking in hushed tones.
"Why? I can do it," Legolas assured him.
"You're sure?" his "father" asked uncertainly. Legolas nodded whole- heartedly before releasing his arrow. It pierced the neck of the deer and it fell to the ground with a sound thump.
'
They rose from their positions on the ground. Legolas looked smug, while his "father" looked perplexed but excited.
"This will last for at least a month!" his "ada" sad in awe. "A lovely shot," he murmured subconsciously under his breath.
"Help me carry this," Legolas said. The two hefted the buck onto their shoulders. When they returned home, Legolas's "mother" was just as overjoyed as her husband, if not more.
She immediately went to work. Through all the confusion, she pressed to wooden pails into Legolas's arms and told him to go fill them down by the river. Legolas exited the cabin, and ambled into the forest, somewhat unsure of where to go.
Vaguely remembering passing by a small pond on their short hunting trip, he went in the same direction.
Someone was knocking on the door. Cerithrandil opened his eyes slowly just as two maids walked in, each one carrying two buckets filled with steaming water.
"For your bath, my lord," the first one said. The voice sounded familiar and Cerithrandil recognized it immediately. He nearly choked out the name, but didn't.
'So this is what Taraweil does all day,' he thought to himself. He noticed that she kept her head down the whole time. The two traipsed into the bathroom and the sound of water splashing into the porcelain tub filled his ears.
Taraweil quickly exited, but the second maid smiled flirtatiously at him before leaving, making her dress swirl around her.
Cerithrandil smiled uneasily before removing his clothes and sinking into the steaming bathtub. Leaning back, he stayed like this until the curls of steam had disappeared.
Wrapping a fluffy white towel around himself, Cerithrandil changed into a pair of comfortable and plain leggings and tunic, both in colors of earthy hues. He dried his hair, and laced up his scuffed and battered boots.
Stepping over the threshold, he closed the door behind him with a loud click that echoed through the halls. The corridors were mostly empty, except for a few passing maids and servants.
He admired the paintings and statues dotted around the palace, things he hadn't noticed the night before. Suddenly, he had rammed into someone.
"Oh, excuse me-" Cerithrandil said apologetically.
"Legolas, I've been looking all over for you!" Cerithrandil looked up at King Thranduil, his temporary "father".
"What are you doing in those plain clothes? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were a peasant!" Thranduil said jovially. "Now, change into something a little more pleasing to the eye. You are to attend that important council meeting. Lord Elrond is coming with his two sons (A/N: Dun dun dun!)."
Cerithrandil only stared at the King blankly.
"Ah, well. I suppose you could wear that. Now come, the council members have already gathered." Thranduil then proceeded to usher his "son" to the council room. Little did he know that his real son was lost, wandering through a dark forest......
Legolas wandered aimlessly through the darkening forest. His clothes were splattered with mud and there were tears in his tunic and leggings where twigs had snagged on them.
Whipping around, he thought he heard the sound of footsteps, but it was only his imagination.
There was a foreboding howl, and a screech. Despite himself, Legolas began to run, weaving through the trees. Suddenly, the forest ended, and he was at a clear stream. He let out a breath he didn't even know he had been holding. Hurriedly, he filled the buckets and trekked back through the forest, scolding himself for getting scared so easily.
As Legolas made his way through the village, he heard a female voice behind him.
"Cerithrandil! Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you!" Legolas froze in his tracks.
Cerithrandil meandered through the unfamiliar hallways with uncertainty. Suddenly there was shouting behind him. It was a female, a very angry female.
"Legolas! Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you!" Cerithrandil sped up and nearly knocked down a tapestry with a golden- haired elf fighting a fiery Balrog on it. I've been looking all over for you!" Cerithrandil sped up and nearly knocked down a tapestry with a golden- haired elf fighting a fiery Balrog on it.
Swerving to the right, he came to a dead end. The she-elf had caught up with him. Cerithrandil turned around and was faced with a she-elf with dark hair and vibrant green eyes that cold rival the leaves of the Mirkwood trees.
Surprisingly, her garb was that of a male's.
"What's wrong with you? Why were you running? I haven't seen you since you disappeared last night," she said crossly.
"Uhh......my lady," Cerithrandil took her hand in his and kissed it. The she- elf snatched her hand back. "Did you have to much wine at breakfast?" she said, disgusted.
"Sorry......what's your name again?"
"Enellewyn. Remember?" '
"Oh, yes, of course," Cerithrandil stuttered. He wanted to kick himself for being so stupid.
"Well, let's go. Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen are here already." Enellewyn began ushering him in the other direction, mumbling obscenities about male elves.
"Legolas! There you are! We must practice swordplay today," said a very tall elf with silver hair making his way towards them. Cerithrandil looked at Enellewyn. She was glaring at him.
"Come, come. I hope you don't mind Enellewyn," the elf said pleasantly.
"Oh, not at all. Legolas needs to brush up on his skills. I beat him twice the other day," Enellewyn said smugly. The elf looked at him disapprovingly before leading him outside.
"Meet me in the courtyard!" Enellewyn yelled before jogging in the opposite direction.
When the pair arrived outside, the elf handed him two knives ("You must always remember your weapons, Legolas!")
Legolas went into his equivalent of a starting position and so did the silver haired elf.
In a flash of movement, the two began sparring. Cerithrandil, having no knowledge of how to use the two slender knives, tossed them aside. Seeing what his opponent had done, the elf opposite him also discarded his weapons. The two were locked in combat, until the silver-haired elf tackled Cerithrandil to the ground and held one of the elven knives at his throat.
Cerithrandil had gone down in a matter of minutes. To say the least, the silver haired elf looked disappointed.
"Again!" and before Cerithrandil knew it, the two were sparring again.
When the training finally ended, Cerithrandil returned to his room. Toppling onto the bed, his strained muscles were immediately at ease. The elf fell into a peaceful sleep.
Like it? Hate it? Whatever you think, I would like to hear from you, so please review! I know this was kind of short, and I'm really, really sorry!
Response to Reviews:
Hot Elf Babe-After all the ideas and suggestions came in, I was thinking of doing that. Thanks!
GNL-I love your idea, I might use it (that means I probably will, assuming I'll run out of creative thread to sew this story with!)
Eruanna-Thanks for the suggestion! I might do that once I think of a cause to why they look the same!)
Athena Diagon Cat-When I was beginning this story, it hadn't come to my mind that it could be in the Legolas/Enellewyn "universe". Because, I don't know where this would take place in the Legolas/Enellewyn timeline. Would it be before the whole Wedding thing? Probably... And, what if the reviewers for this story haven't read any of my other stories (besides you) and then they would have to read the other ones and that might turn them off completely. Whatever. Thanks for the good idea!
Yahoo-chocolate-bars-Maybe I'll do something like that, thanks for your feedback.