Somebody was laughing hard when we tiptoed into the throne room. It sounded
kike Thranduil again. What a cheerful guy, I thought.
Only thing was, when he had been laughing at me, the laughter had sounded friendly. Now it was belittling, mocking.
When I got a clear view of the room I saw that Thranduil was laughing at Legolas. Legolas didn't look as though the found it all that hilarious, though. He was standing there with his eyes on the floor respectfully...or was it that he was hanging his head in shame?
Alassé caught my am and whispered, "I think we should wait here fir a while, until he stops talking." I nodded.
Thranduil stopped laughing and looked at Legolas. "And do you really think that when Elrond asked me to provide a representative for Mirkwood, I would consider sending you?" he said scathingly.
"Father, I believe I can represent Mirkwood," Legolas said earnestly.
"You are a disgrace to Mirkwood. You cannot even shoot an arrow into a target! You embarrassed me so badly during that competition. You were a laughing-stock. And you are supposed to be a prince!"
Legolas went quiet and stared back at the floor. I was getting really mad. Could nobody at all here see how great a guy Legolas really was?
I think Alassé sensed what I was about to do, because she grabbed my arm and held on really tight, to hold me back, but I was a lot stronger than her, and I twisted out of her grip and ran towards the king, yelling, "You should be ashamed of yourself!"
I felt every pair of eyes in the room turn to look at me, but I didn't even flinch. I marched right up to Thranduil and kept on shouting.
"Nobody in this whole damn place has got any faith in Legolas at all! You just dismiss him. You're his father! He can do so much more than you know!" I turned to Legolas. "Go on, Legolas, show him! Prove it!"
Only thing was, when he had been laughing at me, the laughter had sounded friendly. Now it was belittling, mocking.
When I got a clear view of the room I saw that Thranduil was laughing at Legolas. Legolas didn't look as though the found it all that hilarious, though. He was standing there with his eyes on the floor respectfully...or was it that he was hanging his head in shame?
Alassé caught my am and whispered, "I think we should wait here fir a while, until he stops talking." I nodded.
Thranduil stopped laughing and looked at Legolas. "And do you really think that when Elrond asked me to provide a representative for Mirkwood, I would consider sending you?" he said scathingly.
"Father, I believe I can represent Mirkwood," Legolas said earnestly.
"You are a disgrace to Mirkwood. You cannot even shoot an arrow into a target! You embarrassed me so badly during that competition. You were a laughing-stock. And you are supposed to be a prince!"
Legolas went quiet and stared back at the floor. I was getting really mad. Could nobody at all here see how great a guy Legolas really was?
I think Alassé sensed what I was about to do, because she grabbed my arm and held on really tight, to hold me back, but I was a lot stronger than her, and I twisted out of her grip and ran towards the king, yelling, "You should be ashamed of yourself!"
I felt every pair of eyes in the room turn to look at me, but I didn't even flinch. I marched right up to Thranduil and kept on shouting.
"Nobody in this whole damn place has got any faith in Legolas at all! You just dismiss him. You're his father! He can do so much more than you know!" I turned to Legolas. "Go on, Legolas, show him! Prove it!"