DISCLAIMER: Tolkien is a genius. I am not. Therefore I own nothing.
Well, all I can say is that these stories are not in any particular order. This is a VERY short story that I decided to post until I get some new ones written. It still ties in with the story line though. Enjoy!
NOTE: Elves celebrate their conception day as opposed to their actual birthday. And I think that elves come of age somewhere between 50 and 100, but I don't mention his age, so it really doesn't matter!
Adar means father.
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Legolas followed his father down the corridor, the sounds of the banquet fading into the background. He had finally come of age and was now looked on as an adult, something that could not make him happier. His conception day had seemed to be long in coming, but it had come all too fast for his father.
King Thranduil ushered Legolas into his rooms and closed the door behind him. Legolas looked around the spacious rooms that he had spent so much time in. The closing of a drawer turned him around and he looked at the box held in Thranduil's hands.
"This is my gift to you, Legolas," he said and handed the box to his son. He watched silently as Legolas removed the cover and gasped quietly. Inside were two beautifully crafted white knives. Gold etching graced the blade in the pattern of Mirkwood and Legolas reverently withdrew the knives in awe.
He studied them for a moment before twirling them in his hands, testing the feel of them. He looked up at his father. "Adar, these are beautiful. Thank you."
Thranduil smiled and hugged his grown son. "Legolas, you are a warrior now. Even though it brings fear to my heart to see you ride into battle, I know that you are prepared for it. You are one of the finest warriors this realm has seen. And though you are a skilled bowman, you now have something to defend yourself with, should the quarters become too close. I am very proud of you Legolas. I am honored to call you my son."
Tears threatened Legolas' eyes as he smiled at his father. He could see the pride in Thranduil's eyes and it made Legolas' happier than any set of knives could. "Thank you Adar. I will promise to be a credit to both you and Mirkwood."
Thranduil smiled and embraced his son again. "You already are Legolas. You already are."
Well, all I can say is that these stories are not in any particular order. This is a VERY short story that I decided to post until I get some new ones written. It still ties in with the story line though. Enjoy!
NOTE: Elves celebrate their conception day as opposed to their actual birthday. And I think that elves come of age somewhere between 50 and 100, but I don't mention his age, so it really doesn't matter!
Adar means father.
~*~*~*~
Legolas followed his father down the corridor, the sounds of the banquet fading into the background. He had finally come of age and was now looked on as an adult, something that could not make him happier. His conception day had seemed to be long in coming, but it had come all too fast for his father.
King Thranduil ushered Legolas into his rooms and closed the door behind him. Legolas looked around the spacious rooms that he had spent so much time in. The closing of a drawer turned him around and he looked at the box held in Thranduil's hands.
"This is my gift to you, Legolas," he said and handed the box to his son. He watched silently as Legolas removed the cover and gasped quietly. Inside were two beautifully crafted white knives. Gold etching graced the blade in the pattern of Mirkwood and Legolas reverently withdrew the knives in awe.
He studied them for a moment before twirling them in his hands, testing the feel of them. He looked up at his father. "Adar, these are beautiful. Thank you."
Thranduil smiled and hugged his grown son. "Legolas, you are a warrior now. Even though it brings fear to my heart to see you ride into battle, I know that you are prepared for it. You are one of the finest warriors this realm has seen. And though you are a skilled bowman, you now have something to defend yourself with, should the quarters become too close. I am very proud of you Legolas. I am honored to call you my son."
Tears threatened Legolas' eyes as he smiled at his father. He could see the pride in Thranduil's eyes and it made Legolas' happier than any set of knives could. "Thank you Adar. I will promise to be a credit to both you and Mirkwood."
Thranduil smiled and embraced his son again. "You already are Legolas. You already are."