AN: Okay this story has been up for a while now, about three years. Some time ago, something weird happened with the first chapter of this story. It was replaced with another chapter. I don't know why this happened, because I did not do it, but I no longer had the chapter saved to my computer so there was nothing I could do about it.
With my recently LOTR obsession back, I'm looking back at the story and the chapter is just bugging me. Sadly I don't really remember what happens in the first chapter, although I remember it being shorter then all the others.
So sorry, but this is a VERY shortened version, but at least this way there will be a bit of an opening. For anyone who has tried to start from chapter one over the years, so sorry about that.
Disclaimer: I WISH I owned lotr, but I do not.
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Chapter one: Message unread
"ADA!" Elrond heard two voices proclaiming, and the urgency of these voices, the voices of his twin sons, made him jump up, already expecting the worst. With all three of his sons so accident prone, he would not be surprised if Estel had fallen off the balcony and broken his neck.
Quickly rising from his seat, he strode quickly towards the door, but before he made it he heard an aggravated shout of his good friend, Glorfindel. It had not sounded so much as a cry of pain as a cry of anger, and not quite as concerned as before, he opened the door.
Glorfindel stood a few feet away from the door, covered in the stick, purple presence of wine. His fists were clenched in anger and he was glaring at Elladan and Elrohir, who were trying very hard not to laugh at the elf.
Elrond cleared his throat and all three elves turned to look at him. He simply rose an eyebrow and Glorfindel opened his mouth to respond, but did not get the chance before the twins slid past him to come in front of their father.
"We received a message," Elladan started, excitement clearly shown on his face.
"From Mirkwood," Elrohir added.
"Yes it's right here," Elladan stated, holding up a soggy, purple piece of parchment. "Oops."
"Well it was right there."
"Until Glorfindel bumped into us."
"Until I what?" he asked, glaring as the twins ignored his presence to continue conversing with his father. Seeing Lord Elrond had done nothing about it, he stormed off to get cleaned up.
"Anyway," Elrohir said. "In the message is says we are to have a visitor!"
"A wonderful visitor," added Elladan.
"Legolas is coming!" both shouted at once, grinning up at their father.
Elrond, used to getting his messages through his sons in a similar matter, allowed a small smile to form. "It has been quite a while since we have seen him. When is he to arrive?"
Elladan and Elrohir looked at each other, then back at the message which was currently unreadable. "We don't know."
Elrond sighed and walked back into his study. "Be more careful while running through the halls next time."
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Estel had been hearing all about Legolas for the past week after the arrival of the message. There had been many stories told of the prince of Mirkwood, and he wasn't sure if the picture that had been painted of the prince by the twins would be anything like the person at all.
He was anxious to meet him, and a couple days later, he got his wish.
Elrohir had burst into his room as he finished getting dressed, grabbing him by the sleeve of his tunic and forcibly dragging him from his room. "Come Estel, Legolas is arriving!"
The brothers rushed outside where the small group of Mirkwood elves had arrived. Legolas had not even dismounted his horse fully before the twins were upon him, asking of his trip and how he mad been. Legolas' musical laughter filled the air as he told him all had gone well. In the middle of his explanation however, he saw Estel.
"What is a human doing here?" he asked, glaring slightly toward Estel. Estel, who had not expected this reaction at all, crossed his arms and glared at the prince.
"I live here."
Bewildered, Legolas turned to the twins. "Is this true?"
Both nodded, coming to stand by their brothers side. "This is Estel," Elrohir said.
They had thought the two of them would become fast friends, but by the glares they were already shooting each other, they knew it would not happen that easily.
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