To Mirkwood
Chapter 5: A Bit More Fun
Don't own.
I should be reading The Grapes of Wrath right now, but I'm not…
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Legolas was brooding over his dream, and also the thought he had earlier. He couldn't possibly go through with it. He loved his family too much.
But his dream. Would could it possibly mean? He did think of one thing, though. It was that things would happen just as they did in his dream. He would try to go home, be stopped, and killed by order of his little brother. He just couldn't think of any other interpretation of the dream.
Exasperated, Legolas sat down on the edge of his bed. He had been feeling so withdrawn these last few days. It upset him. The reason he had wanted to stay in Minis Tirith in the first place was to spend time with his friends before they went their separate ways. But now, he was hiding away in his room, talking to no one.
There was a knock at his door. He didn't look up, but he called out, "Come in." The door opened and Legolas picked up a rustle of robes. He looked up and saw Arwen. She had a sad look on her face. Walking into the room, she sat down beside the woodland elf.
"How are you, Legolas?" he asked. Legolas shrugged his shoulders. He always felt relaxed in the elf-maiden's presence. Even when they were little, he always felt as if he could tell Arwen anything.
"Arwen, the whole reason that this… misunderstanding… came up was because I wanted to stay here to spend time with my friends. However, I'm sitting in my room. There's something wrong with that." Legolas said. Arwen placed a slender hand on her friend's shoulder.
"Then why don't you go spend time with them?" She asked.
"I don't know. Gandolf didn't help when I asked about the dream I had." Legolas said.
"Dream?" Arwen inquired.
"Yes…" He told her about the dream in the same way he told Gandolf.
"So why wasn't Gandolf any help?" He asked.
"Because he told me to figure it out myself. All I can think of is things will turn out the same way for real as they did in the dream." Legolas explained.
"Alright, so why aren't you with the others?"
"Because I keep trying to figure out my dream, and well… I don't have any other reason." Legolas confessed sadly. Arwen stood and held her hands out to him.
"Then come. Spend time with them. The hobbits have been wandering around, trying to find someone with a good tale. I'm sure you have at least one! And poor Gimli! He has been moping around because he wants to find some way to beat you in a competition." Arwen said, updating Legolas on the state of his friends. Legolas smiled slightly and took Arwen's hands. She lightly helped him up and they exited the room, and Legolas went off to find them.
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The party had just arrived in the city of Mirkwood about an hour ago, and E'thane was already sitting in a hot, stuffy room, looking boredly at maps and accounts of various elves and things they did that were interesting at the time, but no longer seemed to impress younger elves. His mentor, Tylen, was sitting in a large chair, reading a book. He had told E'thane to write about the time when elves and dwarves were friends. He had gotten a little bit done, but he was weary from the traveling, and the room was making him tired.
To make matters at least a little bit worse for E'thane, the whole city had somehow heard about the conversations between E'thane and Thranduil, along with the news that the Prince Legolas would never be returning to Mirkwood. E'thane longed to find out their reactions to the news. Maybe they can talk some sense into the stubborn Elf King.
Tylen looked up from his book to find the young prince asleep on top of the books. He smiled slightly. He stood and touched E'thane on the shoulder. E'thane jerked his head up. "Forgive me Einior Tylen-. I didn't mean to fall asleep." E'thane said. Tylen smiled, his dark eyes soft and forgiving.
"Think nothing of it, Prince E'thane. You are weary from your trip home. Go sleep now. You need it. It's useless to try to teach you anything when you are tired." He said. E'thane thanked him over and over again until Tylen shooed him out of his study.
E'thane walked slowly through the halls and soon reached his room. He opened his door and went inside, and laid down on the bed straight away. He was soon asleep.
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A few hours later, Thranduil sat in his study, catching up on work he missed while he was gone. As much as he tried to concentrate, his mind continually wandered. He soon found himself thinking about Legolas. Every time the golden-haired son of his entered his mind, he shook his head and forced himself to think of other things. He actually wouldn't have minded thinking about his son that he probably lost forever. However, the looming shadow behind him thought otherwise.
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If you had been in my room when I thought up that last paragraph, you probably would have been freaked out. I started laughing… really… manically. Hehehee. I'm proud of what I thought of. I had to rewrite this chapter though. I was gonna have another outside influence and some sort of… well… elf witch thing that hated first born sons… crap.. blah.. sounds lame, is lame…. Changed my mind.. for the better. Anyways, thanks to the reviewers again. You all rock!
I decided that I'm going to have "inspirational" quotes now instead of "peace in"… so here we go.
"Inspirational" Quote:
"Never get discouraged. It's the worst thing you can do in music." –Me to my clarinet student.
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