Chapter 3
Legolas walked in between two shelves, his hand trailing on the spines of the thick books sitting upon the ledges. He paused in front of a particularly large volume, taking it from the shelf, "The Art of Archery." The prince sighed, cursing his tutor silently for assigning the work. He turned his head, looking outside through the window. Adrahil, Brethilorn, and Thalion were outside, practicing their archery.
Thalion spotted his younger brother watching them in obvious envy and longing. With a sweet smile, he wiggled his fingers at Legolas in a mocking wave. Legolas smiled sarcastically and waved back, turning away from the window, and rolling his eyes.
With his book under one arm, Legolas headed back towards his chamber, to start on the hated essay. He paused suddenly, though, as he heard a soft pattering sound, much like those of feet. The sound stopped, however, when he did. He looked at the ground, searching for any signs of the footsteps. His eyes opened slightly in shock, as he saw a slight, wavering shadow disappear into the shadows of the corners of the room.
"Has our baby brother finally decided to grace us with his presence?"
"Daro," muttered Legolas at Thalion, as his older brothers laughed.
It was a few hours after Legolas had seen the odd shadow in the Palace Library, but the memory had not escaped from his thoughts.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Adrahil, catching his younger brother's thoughtful expression.
"I—nothing. 'Tisn't important. Archery match?"
"You're on."
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Daro = Be Quiet
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