*Disclaimer* If I owned Legolas, I wouldn't be here. Sad to say, I don't, so you're stuck with me.
A/N: This chapter is short, but quite important. Read on!
Chapter 22-Rotten Timing
The halls were empty, all the fighters were out. None of them should be in the halls. Yet Legolas Greenleaf was. He couldn't just watch the Riders shoot arrows, it was a waste of strength and time. Pointless. He couldn't turn it into a sport, like the older fellows. It held no appeal for him. It was all too easy to sneak away, and if anyone missed him, well, that wasn't his lookout. Maybe he could find Tracie. She was always ready to talk. Forest, maybe? No. They had a truce, of sorts, with the seige, but he was still at odds with the boy; if he wasn't related to Tracie, he really would have had as little contact with him as possible. Or Benvenue.
Inwardly, he snarled. Men! Why did Awaren let him come here? Men were the reason he was stuck inside here! What made Awaren think that Benvenue was a shining exception? Whyever did Rosellyn stick up for him? Rosellyn. There was another thorn in his side. He had never fought with her, ever. But ever since Benvenue showed up...perhaps that was unfair. No, it wasn't! Gondor or Rohan, Men were all the same. Couldn't she see that Benvenue was just trying to take advantage of her? Wait, why should he care? If she wanted to cuddle up to a Ranger, that was her perogative.
He sighed. He needed to think of something happier. But it was hard to come by happy times now. Besides, since he had been on the subject, all the happy memories he could dredge up were of Rosellyn. Rose and Tracie. Playing pranks on the teachers, competitions in archery, spying on the Riders. He had never been as happy as when he was out spying with them. Tracie...Tracie was wonderful. She was pretty, for one. Not many Elves had red hair nowadays, and hers was a bright, fiery hue. And her eyes...but as he envisioned those big hazel eyes, his mind turned to other things. A pair of bright green eyes, looking hurt. He had hurt her.
No! He needed to stop thinking about that. He needed something to get his mind off of things. He wanted to go to the practice areas and shoot something. But the practice areas were on the mainland. He shouldered his bow. He would go on one of the platforms, and shoot at the Riders, pretending each one was Benvenue. Yes, that idea had merit. He changed course and headed for a platform. Unconsciously, his feet led him to the platform that he had brought Rosellyn to after she had woken up from the attack on herself and Tracie. Why hadn't he gone for Tracie and Forest that day? Rosellyn was his best friend. Had been his best friend. What had he done?
He cursed himself and began to walk away, but something caught his eye. The hidden door was cracked open. He smiled slightly. Some little Elves running away from chores, most likely. HE certainly knew what that was like, having done that several times in his own youth. But really, if they wanted to keep the place secret, they would have to be more careful than that. Maybe it was Meira and Eleria. They were adorable little Elflings, really, and he enjoyed playing the baby-sitter. Come to think of it, he couldn't recall seeing them since yesterday afternoon; they were most likely running away from Damita, who he heard was in a rare bad temper. He wanted to be a father very badly; he made a vow to himself long ago that he would never, ever drive his children away like that. He peeked around the corner, hoping to catch them by surprise.
A/N: This is the first and only time from Legolas's POV. But...ouch. What is he going to do when he catches up to her? With their tempers, it won't be pretty.
A/N: This chapter is short, but quite important. Read on!
Chapter 22-Rotten Timing
The halls were empty, all the fighters were out. None of them should be in the halls. Yet Legolas Greenleaf was. He couldn't just watch the Riders shoot arrows, it was a waste of strength and time. Pointless. He couldn't turn it into a sport, like the older fellows. It held no appeal for him. It was all too easy to sneak away, and if anyone missed him, well, that wasn't his lookout. Maybe he could find Tracie. She was always ready to talk. Forest, maybe? No. They had a truce, of sorts, with the seige, but he was still at odds with the boy; if he wasn't related to Tracie, he really would have had as little contact with him as possible. Or Benvenue.
Inwardly, he snarled. Men! Why did Awaren let him come here? Men were the reason he was stuck inside here! What made Awaren think that Benvenue was a shining exception? Whyever did Rosellyn stick up for him? Rosellyn. There was another thorn in his side. He had never fought with her, ever. But ever since Benvenue showed up...perhaps that was unfair. No, it wasn't! Gondor or Rohan, Men were all the same. Couldn't she see that Benvenue was just trying to take advantage of her? Wait, why should he care? If she wanted to cuddle up to a Ranger, that was her perogative.
He sighed. He needed to think of something happier. But it was hard to come by happy times now. Besides, since he had been on the subject, all the happy memories he could dredge up were of Rosellyn. Rose and Tracie. Playing pranks on the teachers, competitions in archery, spying on the Riders. He had never been as happy as when he was out spying with them. Tracie...Tracie was wonderful. She was pretty, for one. Not many Elves had red hair nowadays, and hers was a bright, fiery hue. And her eyes...but as he envisioned those big hazel eyes, his mind turned to other things. A pair of bright green eyes, looking hurt. He had hurt her.
No! He needed to stop thinking about that. He needed something to get his mind off of things. He wanted to go to the practice areas and shoot something. But the practice areas were on the mainland. He shouldered his bow. He would go on one of the platforms, and shoot at the Riders, pretending each one was Benvenue. Yes, that idea had merit. He changed course and headed for a platform. Unconsciously, his feet led him to the platform that he had brought Rosellyn to after she had woken up from the attack on herself and Tracie. Why hadn't he gone for Tracie and Forest that day? Rosellyn was his best friend. Had been his best friend. What had he done?
He cursed himself and began to walk away, but something caught his eye. The hidden door was cracked open. He smiled slightly. Some little Elves running away from chores, most likely. HE certainly knew what that was like, having done that several times in his own youth. But really, if they wanted to keep the place secret, they would have to be more careful than that. Maybe it was Meira and Eleria. They were adorable little Elflings, really, and he enjoyed playing the baby-sitter. Come to think of it, he couldn't recall seeing them since yesterday afternoon; they were most likely running away from Damita, who he heard was in a rare bad temper. He wanted to be a father very badly; he made a vow to himself long ago that he would never, ever drive his children away like that. He peeked around the corner, hoping to catch them by surprise.
A/N: This is the first and only time from Legolas's POV. But...ouch. What is he going to do when he catches up to her? With their tempers, it won't be pretty.