The morning was bright and cheerful that day in mirkwood when 6 year old legolas awoke. Most of the woodland occupants where still in their elven sleep, no idea what was to happen that day. In the room across from legolas' was the future king of mirkwood, Thranduils, room. He was already in meeting with some of his fathers councilors talking about the whispers of war brewing. The current king Oropher was sitting on his wooden throne peering at everyone with a glare. "and why must I aid those humans when it has nothing to do with my people?!" shouted the king, his dark stormy blue eyes ablaze. "because my lord they ask for aid to vanquish this dark enemy which has and will threaten us all if we don't destroy of it" said his chief counselor Linduer. "ENOUGH, I will not speak of this again today, there are more important closer to home matters we must discuss" answered Oropher. "well when will we discuss it?". "when Elrond and Gil-galad themselves come to ask and not just and simple errand boy!" replied Oropher. The counselors took the hint and started chatter and work over how the fields were going and what not. During this whole time Thranduil was halfway asleep, bored of their ceaseless chatter, when he sensed his littlest son, Legolas, peering around the corner straight at him with his impish grin plastered on his face. Legolas Greenleaf Thranduilion, what are you going to do now?, thought the elflings father while he hurriedly excused himself from the room to run after his mischievous son .

Sorry if this chapter stinks but I cant think when I am writing it down. I sleep on it and see if I like where this one is going and see if I can think of other things to write for it. Please review, this is my first one and I am really bad at explaining things that come out of my head. And also its rated R because I am thinking he is going to grow up and somehow put all my stories from my head together. thanks