Chapter 6
"How are you doing?"
Glóin groaned as the room slowly swam into focus. He raised himself to his elbows and looked up again. He found himself looking into deep blue pools. The dwarf blinked again, bringing the rest of the face into focus – it was the elven guard that had tended him the night before. He was sitting on his heels, peering intently into his eyes. Lego-something-or-other thought Glóin.
"Better."
"Good."
Tense silence followed Legolas's last remark. The silence was suddenly broken by a low, grumbling sound.
"Hungry?" asked the prince, cocking an eyebrow.
Glóin turned a faint ruddy shade and nodded.
A guard entered, bearing a tray of food. He placed the tray beside the dwarf, bowing slightly to the prince and retreated back to his post by the door.
"Enjoy your meal, Master Dwarf," said Legolas, rising from his squatting position. He turned towards the door but was stopped by the dwarf's voice.
"Er," Glóin started.
"Yes?"
"Er," he started again. "Er – well – um, I'd like to – I mean – Thank you."
Legolas looked at the dwarf with a slight smile upon his lips and a soft look in his eyes. "No need, Master Dwarf. 'Twas my duty." With that, he strode out of the cell, the door closing behind him.
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"Where were you?" Thalion asked his younger brother as he entered the study.
"Dungeons," Legolas answered, cocking an eyebrow at his older brother, "Where you should have been."
Thalion answered with a slightly embarrassed smile. "Amin hirathea, I forgot. Do not worry. I'll take the entire shift tonight."
Legolas nodded. "The dwarf is doing better, but be sure to check on him."
"Good. I'll be sure to."
"Alright. Now, come along, we've archery to practice." The two brothers raced out.
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"Thwack!" The arrow landed squarely in center of target.
"Beat that," Legolas said rather smugly to his brothers.
Adrahil opened his mouth to respond but stopped suddenly, having been interrupted by a whistling noise behind them. The brothers ducked instinctively, just in time as an arrow passed over their heads.
"No problem," came a familiar voice from above.
Spinning around, they found their sister, Ithilwen, leaping from the oak behind them. Landing effortlessly, she nodded at the target.
Legolas looked over his shoulder. Ithilwen's arrow had split Legolas's perfectly.
"Archery contest?"
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"You did not win! At best, you tied me!"
"Is your arithmetic troubling you, Ithilwen?"
"No, yours must be though, gwador-nin"
"Alright, you two," interrupted Adrahil, stepping between his two youngest siblings.
"Oh, baby Legolas and baby Ithilwen need Adrahil to baby-sit!" broke in Brethilorn, but stepped back as both Legolas and Ithilwen swung at his head with their bows.
"Go, the Farewell Feast Ada is holding for the Lakemen is tonight."
The five princes and princess started up the stairs, ready for a long night.
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Amin hirathea = I'm sorry
Gwador-nin = My brother
Ada = Father
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forever-mortal – thanx!
wispykitty – I thought it'd be interesting to add in the dwarf, after all, The Hobbit doesn't really talk about the dwarves' treatment from the elves that much anyways.
PrincessEvenstar – I'll be sure to try to work in more of his sister. She's been kinda neglected… (Ithilwen: grrr…) Thanks for reminding me :P
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