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-A Single Light-

By: terrymcgrion

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Chapter 2

"WHAT?!"

The whole of Mirkwood winced at the sound of that particular voice, which was sounding pretty annoyed right now.

"You want me to allow you two to 'take a simple stroll' around this forest when I know that it will be a lot more than 'simple'!?"

Servants scurried around, attempting to avoid the elf's irritation.

Lindur groaned softly, hoping that Thranduil wouldn't notice him. It wasn't even his idea. Those two 'friends' of his had insisted on dragging him in with them to ask the Elvenking a so called 'trouble-less' question.

Like it had been painless.

Lindur would just love to do lot of things to them. Mainly very painful things.

Lindur was jerked back from these thoughts of revenge by the mention of the two people who he was currently musing about and smirked. It suited them right for putting him in this situation.

"Whenever you and Estel get together to go on one of your infamous outings, it can be referred to as a catastrophe."

Aragorn winced almost perceptibly at Thranduil's words. Maybe it had been a bad idea.

"But adar, it will only be for a couple of hours!" Legolas protested. "I can promise that we won't go looking for any trouble."

"We don't need to go looking for trouble because it always finds us first," muttered Aragorn.

Thranduil glared at him, opening his mouth to argue with that statement. He was met by two, no, three sets of shining, puppy dog eyes that made the three people in his study look much younger. Knowing that he couldn't refuse the three combined angelic looks, he relented.

"Okay," the Elvenking sighed, looking as though defeated, "you may go IF you promise to be back by sunset."

"Yes, Ada!"

"Yes, your Majesty!"

"Yes, my lord!" Legolas, Lindur, and Aragorn all yelled simultaneously.

As Lindur exited the room, he thought he saw a plotting look on Thranduil's face. When he tried to get a closer look, it had disappeared.

Lindur shrugged. It was probably nothing.

"They won't get away so easily," Thranduil thought darkly, calling one of the still hesitant servants to deliver a message for him.

Those three still had a lot to learn.

Shafts of sunlight shone into the room, landing on the folds of a white blanket that covered a dark-haired elf.

It was a beautiful day, Kánodil thought as he gazed up at the larks singing just outside of his window. Shifting around in his bed, Kánodil tried to recall why he had fallen asleep beside his weapons, which were within close reach.

Then he remembered who had just arrived the day before. With that sudden thought, the elf sat up quickly.

The day was almost too perfect with Legolas and Strider around, Kánodil realized. Those two would probably already be up thinking of a prank to play on some poor unsuspecting elf.

Then again, Kánodil thought, no sane person would ever be unwary with those two around.

It would be even worse if the victim was him. Kánodil had no intention of spending the next few weeks trying to wash blueberry juice out of his hair. Not to mention trying to get over his indignity of being bested by three younger pranksters. His fellow warriors had sniggered behind their hands whenever Kánodil walked in with his blue-tinted black hair.

Kánodil suspected that Lindur had aided Legolas and Strider in wounding his pride. It didn't matter who had done it though. The fact remained that he, Kánodil, one of Mirkwood's best warriors, had been caught off guard by three (to the elves) teenagers.

That incident had been the palace gossip for months.

The wood-elf was shaken out off these gloomy thoughts by someone pounding loudly on the door. Quickly dressing himself, Kánodil headed toward the door, mentally cursing himself for his carelessness of not hearing the coming footsteps of the servant.

He yanked the door open, surprising the attendant. Taking a step back, the servant quickly relayed the king's message and left as rapidly as he could without going into a full-fledged sprint.

Sighing as the warrior began walking down the hallway, Kánodil wondered, "Why in all of Arda did the Elvenking send for me?"

The sound of laughter filled the forest as a brown-haired elf stuck his foot out, successfully tripping a human. Falling down on his face for what felt like the tenth time, Aragorn cursed.

At least, he would have cursed if his mouth wasn't full of leaves.

"Mmph allu uhmm!" was all that was needed to send Legolas laughing.

Lindur grinned, dark brown eyes twinkling with laughter as he watched the ranger struggle to his feet.

"Hey, that wasn't fair!" Aragorn shouted, attempting to smack the elf on the head.

Losing his balance as Lindur leaped out of the way, all he got was another mouthful of dirt.

Losing what was left of his dignity, Legolas collapsed on the forest floor, sides shaking with laughter. Lindur joined him on the ground a few seconds later.

The elves were too busy snickering at the unfortunate ranger to notice their silent follower as he stalked ever nearer towards them.

TBC...

Elvish Translations:

Ada - (Sindarin) dad, daddy

Adar - (Sindarin) father