Chapter five
Legolas sulked on the gold and red velvet cusion as his adar ranted and raved over upholding the respect, the image, the reputation, and the duties of the royal house of Mirkwood.
Orien hadn't shown up for the ceremony at all - forcing Legolas to fill in for her absence.
And, of course, his adar said it was all his fault that he hadn't made sure that she would come. When the King discovered that Legolas had let in some old councilor of his fathers, he nearly blew a fuse.
"You know how side-tracked she will get! Dammit, Legolas, she's only a woman! She doesn't understand these things! You need to keep her from getting sidetracked - she had a one way mind and is to dense to know when she's needed," Thranduil roared at his resentful son. "This is your fault and you must pay for it! Get out, get out and don't come back until the solstice - if you have learned your lesson by them. If not, don't come back! You are a failure and don't deserve those braids!"
Legolas jumped to his feet, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"And where would you have me go, Adar? To my mothers' family? To the outpoints? To the southern city?"
Thranduil waved a hand and turned away from his son in disgust, "I care not, just get out of my sight, you pathetic excuse for a prince!"
When Thranduil heard no sounds of movement behind him he spun on heel ready to shout, but his son was gone.
Legolas, tears now running down his face unchecked, sprinted down the paths towards the only place he knew that he would be greeted with the closest thing to paternal love that he had known since the death of his brothers - Saercaeron's house.
The guards reported that the prince was making tracks to his home and appeared very distraught.
Saercaeron smiled lightly - the relaxing sounds of anguished screams filled his mind and he smiled widely. The prince was in trouble with the King again, and was finaly coming to his 'uncle Saer' for attention and pity.
The Duke almost laughed. This gave him a new idea - something better than the one he'd had before.... Legolas ran to him for comforting, like a father. So he would play the part of a loving parent to the prince... yes, it was perfect!
Saercaeron laughed.
Everything was working in his favour - it seemed that the Valar were on his side.
Yeah, I know it's short, but I need to set it up and have time to work on the hardcopy.
toodles, Silabrithil
Legolas sulked on the gold and red velvet cusion as his adar ranted and raved over upholding the respect, the image, the reputation, and the duties of the royal house of Mirkwood.
Orien hadn't shown up for the ceremony at all - forcing Legolas to fill in for her absence.
And, of course, his adar said it was all his fault that he hadn't made sure that she would come. When the King discovered that Legolas had let in some old councilor of his fathers, he nearly blew a fuse.
"You know how side-tracked she will get! Dammit, Legolas, she's only a woman! She doesn't understand these things! You need to keep her from getting sidetracked - she had a one way mind and is to dense to know when she's needed," Thranduil roared at his resentful son. "This is your fault and you must pay for it! Get out, get out and don't come back until the solstice - if you have learned your lesson by them. If not, don't come back! You are a failure and don't deserve those braids!"
Legolas jumped to his feet, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"And where would you have me go, Adar? To my mothers' family? To the outpoints? To the southern city?"
Thranduil waved a hand and turned away from his son in disgust, "I care not, just get out of my sight, you pathetic excuse for a prince!"
When Thranduil heard no sounds of movement behind him he spun on heel ready to shout, but his son was gone.
Legolas, tears now running down his face unchecked, sprinted down the paths towards the only place he knew that he would be greeted with the closest thing to paternal love that he had known since the death of his brothers - Saercaeron's house.
The guards reported that the prince was making tracks to his home and appeared very distraught.
Saercaeron smiled lightly - the relaxing sounds of anguished screams filled his mind and he smiled widely. The prince was in trouble with the King again, and was finaly coming to his 'uncle Saer' for attention and pity.
The Duke almost laughed. This gave him a new idea - something better than the one he'd had before.... Legolas ran to him for comforting, like a father. So he would play the part of a loving parent to the prince... yes, it was perfect!
Saercaeron laughed.
Everything was working in his favour - it seemed that the Valar were on his side.
Yeah, I know it's short, but I need to set it up and have time to work on the hardcopy.
toodles, Silabrithil