Disclaimer:I dont one nothing! Which is actually gramatically correct becuz I do own Galathil and Nacumirus. Not to mention a pack of cards my bed some books and a computer. Anyhoo as i said I dont own nothing.
Summery:Legolas is having some trouble with his brother gets grounded and isn't happy about it. Not my funniest works but watcha gonna do? Well enjoy:D
Grounded
"Legolas!" Thranduil yelled as he strode onto the archery field. Legolas winced as he recognized the voice just behind him.
"If you don't mind me asking, Ada, how long have you been there?" he asked with a weak innocent smile.
Legolas had been practicing in the archery field for hours on end. He loved it and did it all day every day if there was nothing to do. Of course usually there were many things for the middle prince of the family to do. He had been having fun until his little brother, Galathil, had come and started to pull on his tunic. Legolas got annoyed and told his little brother to go away but instead of going back to the palace or the gardens he had ran in front of the target beside Legolas and started to taunt him with irritating screams and high pitched singing. So, just to startle him into shutting up, he shot a warning arrow to the target Galathil was dancing in front of. He had missed his little brother by a mile but he had screamed like bloody murder anyway.
The Lord of Mirkwood shook his head. "Legolas, do you really think me that ignorant. I watched you scare your brother like that and how dare you."
Legolas lowered his blue eyes in disgrace, he really hadn't meant to scare him that much just startle him. "I'm sorry, Ada. He was being arrogant and obnoxious, I just wanted him to shut his big mouth." He said quietly.
"That's no excuse! I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ban you from the fields and ground you to your room. I know it seems harsh but you almost shot your brother for Valar's sake. And don't give me that look, I know Galathil was wrong as well. He will be punished too, now go to your room immediately, I will call you for dinner when it's time." Thranduil said sternly pointing a prudent finger towards the palace.
The young prince nodded his golden head sadly and started for the large white building passing Galathil, who stuck out his tongue childishly.
Legolas glared at him and bent down to whisper threateningly in his ear. "You know, you have to sleep sometime."
Then he got up and walked angrily up the steps and through the halls. His fingers grazed the elegantly decorated with gold, silver, and various white jewels, absent-mindedly his eyes dropping. Painting of past kings and famous elves adorn the white marble walls as he went up several more staircases and down a few more halls to his room.
Tiredly he swung the door open and shut it behind him. The walls were pale green, as was everything else in his room, though he was dead tired of the colour. The bright afternoon sun shone beautifully threw the window on the left wall, just above the desk where he kept his studies and leisure writing. His reflection in the full length mirror on the wall opposite the door stared at him mockingly as if to say 'Oh, great, your grounded again. Good job, bucko.'
He lazily walked over to the bed and flopped onto the pale green linen four poster bed and rested his sore neck on the fluffy pillows. He lay there for what seemed like a long time waiting for darkness to come, but fell asleep from exhaustion after only a few minutes.
When he awoke, hours later, darkness had enveloped the room and his eyes took a moment to adjust. Blinking to revive his vision Legolas got out of bed and opened his door a crack and looked down the hall towards his father's bedroom. The door was closed, the coast was clear. He closed the door carefully and without a sound and crept to the window. He didn't dare walk the halls in the night, for his father's sensitive ears would surely hear him.
He picked up his twin Elven daggers and strapped them to his back, unusual, yes but it's easier to move. Slowly he opened the window and swung his leg over to the alarmingly thin edge that ran around the whole palace. The cool wind blew golden tendrils into his fair face as he lightly places his foot on the ledge, slippery from dew. It was secure so he swung his other leg over the windowsill and he was now all the way out of his room.
The wind picked up and almost blew his balance off but his elvish senses took care of that. He turned without hesitation he turned on his heel and walked a little while and around a corner. He took hold of a thick branch from an Elm tree and set his feet on the thinner branch just below it. Easily, he hopped down and hit the ground with a soft thud but what he hadn't anticipated was the loose harness on the holster for his dagger. He hadn't anticipated the large flat rock placed on the ground earlier that day by his older brother Nacumirus, for a science experiment in his studies. He hadn't anticipated the dagger falling to the ground, he hadn't anticipated the extremely loud clanging noise it made on the large flat rock and how it echoed up and around the corner to his fathers room.
Thranduil's head peeked out of his window seconds after and his eyes widened with shock. "Legolas what do you think you are doing?! Get in right now and if you please don't use the window!" he yelled furiously, waking half of the Mirkwood Realm.
Sighing with frustration he turned and as slowly as he could walked around to the front and made to go up the stairs. However, he was stopped by a voice behind him, his fathers, inviting him to the living room. He followed, wringing his hands nervously. In actuality he was not so much nervous but terrified. Thranduil was normally a wonderful, kind father but when the circumstances came about his wrath was definitely something to fear.
Legolas sat on the cushioned bench across from where he assumed his father would be sitting. Thranduil however, stood, then paced retracing his steps over and over until he finally stopped and looked strait into his middle son's eyes.
He could only say one word through his fury. "Why?"
Legolas would have far preferred his father to yell and scream at him to this disappointed and sorry tone. It took all his energy to stop from wincing, yet again. "To be perfectly honest, Ada, I hate my room. I wanted out and I had no self-control .I know it was wrong. You may punish me now." He hung his head and rested it on his hands, which were covered with bits of bark and dirt.
"I put you in your room for a reason, ion-nin. I am perfectly aware that you hate your room and I do not like putting you in there but when you misbehave the only way to teach you is to punish. And I cannot punish if you are sneaking out at night. You are normally a wonderful child, I don't understand why you have been acting out lately." He sat and clapped his hands together waiting for what kind of response he would receive.
He paused then raised his head again. "I don't know. I just want to see more of the world, I have never been out of Mirkwood, Ada, I have never been more that a mile from the palace and I don't like it. I don't mean I don't like it here, I just want to see more, more of the world, meet people other then the people I grew up with. I feel that to do that I need to break rules, I suppose. I'm sorry, Ada, I just crave freedom." He lowered his head again and closed his eyes, sure that now his father would start to yell if not from his words then from his naive tone. He didn't quite mean for it to come out so whiny but it did and it was over now.
But far from what the middle prince had expected the King started to laugh, almost hysterically. Legolas looked up and stared uncertainly at his chuckling father.
"I'm sorry, Legolas, but that was the exact answer I gave my father the last time I tried to sneak out." He wiped a tear from his eye as Legolas, too started to laugh a little. "I suppose I can understand your situation. You still going to be punished of course, quite severely but just know I do understand. No archery for a month, no swords lessons for a month, and no doing anything particularly entertaining for a month unless you find chores, and your studies fun."
"Yes, Ada, thank you. May I go to bed now I'm very tired." He asked carefully eyeing the king across from him who had just stood up.
"Yes, yes, you may go but if I find you have been sneaking out the punishments will be far from nice and you shall wish you had never been born." He dismissed his son with the wave of his hand and Legolas bounded out of the room and up to his room.
He quickly got dressed in his nightclothes and jumped into bed eager for sleep. 'Another just wonderful day in the life of prince Legolas' was his only, just slightly sarcastic thought before drifting off into peaceful slumber.
The End
Authors Note:I kno i said it would be a week but i felt like it so there! :P So this was obviously a Legolas fic and next week i should have one with him and Aradel together. If u hav ne suggestions they r totally welcome so review plz!
Elsa:Glad u liked it!:D
Mistopurr:Yes, yes she does, lol. She's definatly the rebel kinda girl ;)
Summery:Legolas is having some trouble with his brother gets grounded and isn't happy about it. Not my funniest works but watcha gonna do? Well enjoy:D
Grounded
"Legolas!" Thranduil yelled as he strode onto the archery field. Legolas winced as he recognized the voice just behind him.
"If you don't mind me asking, Ada, how long have you been there?" he asked with a weak innocent smile.
Legolas had been practicing in the archery field for hours on end. He loved it and did it all day every day if there was nothing to do. Of course usually there were many things for the middle prince of the family to do. He had been having fun until his little brother, Galathil, had come and started to pull on his tunic. Legolas got annoyed and told his little brother to go away but instead of going back to the palace or the gardens he had ran in front of the target beside Legolas and started to taunt him with irritating screams and high pitched singing. So, just to startle him into shutting up, he shot a warning arrow to the target Galathil was dancing in front of. He had missed his little brother by a mile but he had screamed like bloody murder anyway.
The Lord of Mirkwood shook his head. "Legolas, do you really think me that ignorant. I watched you scare your brother like that and how dare you."
Legolas lowered his blue eyes in disgrace, he really hadn't meant to scare him that much just startle him. "I'm sorry, Ada. He was being arrogant and obnoxious, I just wanted him to shut his big mouth." He said quietly.
"That's no excuse! I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ban you from the fields and ground you to your room. I know it seems harsh but you almost shot your brother for Valar's sake. And don't give me that look, I know Galathil was wrong as well. He will be punished too, now go to your room immediately, I will call you for dinner when it's time." Thranduil said sternly pointing a prudent finger towards the palace.
The young prince nodded his golden head sadly and started for the large white building passing Galathil, who stuck out his tongue childishly.
Legolas glared at him and bent down to whisper threateningly in his ear. "You know, you have to sleep sometime."
Then he got up and walked angrily up the steps and through the halls. His fingers grazed the elegantly decorated with gold, silver, and various white jewels, absent-mindedly his eyes dropping. Painting of past kings and famous elves adorn the white marble walls as he went up several more staircases and down a few more halls to his room.
Tiredly he swung the door open and shut it behind him. The walls were pale green, as was everything else in his room, though he was dead tired of the colour. The bright afternoon sun shone beautifully threw the window on the left wall, just above the desk where he kept his studies and leisure writing. His reflection in the full length mirror on the wall opposite the door stared at him mockingly as if to say 'Oh, great, your grounded again. Good job, bucko.'
He lazily walked over to the bed and flopped onto the pale green linen four poster bed and rested his sore neck on the fluffy pillows. He lay there for what seemed like a long time waiting for darkness to come, but fell asleep from exhaustion after only a few minutes.
When he awoke, hours later, darkness had enveloped the room and his eyes took a moment to adjust. Blinking to revive his vision Legolas got out of bed and opened his door a crack and looked down the hall towards his father's bedroom. The door was closed, the coast was clear. He closed the door carefully and without a sound and crept to the window. He didn't dare walk the halls in the night, for his father's sensitive ears would surely hear him.
He picked up his twin Elven daggers and strapped them to his back, unusual, yes but it's easier to move. Slowly he opened the window and swung his leg over to the alarmingly thin edge that ran around the whole palace. The cool wind blew golden tendrils into his fair face as he lightly places his foot on the ledge, slippery from dew. It was secure so he swung his other leg over the windowsill and he was now all the way out of his room.
The wind picked up and almost blew his balance off but his elvish senses took care of that. He turned without hesitation he turned on his heel and walked a little while and around a corner. He took hold of a thick branch from an Elm tree and set his feet on the thinner branch just below it. Easily, he hopped down and hit the ground with a soft thud but what he hadn't anticipated was the loose harness on the holster for his dagger. He hadn't anticipated the large flat rock placed on the ground earlier that day by his older brother Nacumirus, for a science experiment in his studies. He hadn't anticipated the dagger falling to the ground, he hadn't anticipated the extremely loud clanging noise it made on the large flat rock and how it echoed up and around the corner to his fathers room.
Thranduil's head peeked out of his window seconds after and his eyes widened with shock. "Legolas what do you think you are doing?! Get in right now and if you please don't use the window!" he yelled furiously, waking half of the Mirkwood Realm.
Sighing with frustration he turned and as slowly as he could walked around to the front and made to go up the stairs. However, he was stopped by a voice behind him, his fathers, inviting him to the living room. He followed, wringing his hands nervously. In actuality he was not so much nervous but terrified. Thranduil was normally a wonderful, kind father but when the circumstances came about his wrath was definitely something to fear.
Legolas sat on the cushioned bench across from where he assumed his father would be sitting. Thranduil however, stood, then paced retracing his steps over and over until he finally stopped and looked strait into his middle son's eyes.
He could only say one word through his fury. "Why?"
Legolas would have far preferred his father to yell and scream at him to this disappointed and sorry tone. It took all his energy to stop from wincing, yet again. "To be perfectly honest, Ada, I hate my room. I wanted out and I had no self-control .I know it was wrong. You may punish me now." He hung his head and rested it on his hands, which were covered with bits of bark and dirt.
"I put you in your room for a reason, ion-nin. I am perfectly aware that you hate your room and I do not like putting you in there but when you misbehave the only way to teach you is to punish. And I cannot punish if you are sneaking out at night. You are normally a wonderful child, I don't understand why you have been acting out lately." He sat and clapped his hands together waiting for what kind of response he would receive.
He paused then raised his head again. "I don't know. I just want to see more of the world, I have never been out of Mirkwood, Ada, I have never been more that a mile from the palace and I don't like it. I don't mean I don't like it here, I just want to see more, more of the world, meet people other then the people I grew up with. I feel that to do that I need to break rules, I suppose. I'm sorry, Ada, I just crave freedom." He lowered his head again and closed his eyes, sure that now his father would start to yell if not from his words then from his naive tone. He didn't quite mean for it to come out so whiny but it did and it was over now.
But far from what the middle prince had expected the King started to laugh, almost hysterically. Legolas looked up and stared uncertainly at his chuckling father.
"I'm sorry, Legolas, but that was the exact answer I gave my father the last time I tried to sneak out." He wiped a tear from his eye as Legolas, too started to laugh a little. "I suppose I can understand your situation. You still going to be punished of course, quite severely but just know I do understand. No archery for a month, no swords lessons for a month, and no doing anything particularly entertaining for a month unless you find chores, and your studies fun."
"Yes, Ada, thank you. May I go to bed now I'm very tired." He asked carefully eyeing the king across from him who had just stood up.
"Yes, yes, you may go but if I find you have been sneaking out the punishments will be far from nice and you shall wish you had never been born." He dismissed his son with the wave of his hand and Legolas bounded out of the room and up to his room.
He quickly got dressed in his nightclothes and jumped into bed eager for sleep. 'Another just wonderful day in the life of prince Legolas' was his only, just slightly sarcastic thought before drifting off into peaceful slumber.
The End
Authors Note:I kno i said it would be a week but i felt like it so there! :P So this was obviously a Legolas fic and next week i should have one with him and Aradel together. If u hav ne suggestions they r totally welcome so review plz!
Elsa:Glad u liked it!:D
Mistopurr:Yes, yes she does, lol. She's definatly the rebel kinda girl ;)