Chapter 119: Aradol
Legolas got up and looked out the window. He could see elves on horses, and suddenly wanted to ride his llama with Haldir. Legolas tugged at his father's tunic.
"Can I go with Haldir to ride my llama?"
"Once Haldir gets out of his bath, you may." Thranduil smiled at Legolas as the small elfling ran out of the room. Galion then peaked his head in Thranduil's bedroom.
"Thranduil, my son is here to see you." Galion said. "Bring him in Galion." Thranduil sat up as a very nervous looking young elf entered the room, guided by Galion. The elf tried not to notice Thranduil and was staying close to Galion.
"You may sit down." Thranduil said softly. Galion pointed to a chair and the elf obeyed, still in silence.
"So, you are Aradol, are you not?" Thranduil asked. The elf quickly nodded his head. "Yes sir, I am Aradol Galionion..." Aradol sighed at his name.
"Your father tells me you are a warrior."
"Yes... I'm not very good though..."
"You seem to be in wonderful shape, Aradol, and I believe you are a great warrior." Thranduil told Aradol.
"Nothing compared to you, or your sons. I have seem them fight, and I would surly be no match against you or them." Aradol told the king.
"What do you have in the way of weapons and Armour?"
"My Armour is thin, I have no helm and I have three swords, one is now blunt, one is rusted and the other is the only sharp blade in my family's possessions, but it could not kill an orc, being so weak and aged."
Thranduil thought, and after a silence he spoke.
"You may stay in the palace for a while... your father can tell you what you may do during that time. In one hour your father shall guide you to the armoury, and there I will meet you, and you may have whatever Armour and weapons you desire." Thranduil smiled when Aradol gasped in joy.
"That would be wonderful!" Aradol looked up at his father and embraced him.
"How old are you, Aradol?"
"Thirteen in mortal years, lord Thranduil, and I will be fourteen soon." Aradol said.
"You are old enough to be a part of Mirkwood's armed forces... not much, a low ranking of course, but as you age and fight even better, your ranks will improve, and one day could be fighting along side the greatest of warriors. That is only if your father allows it, and you wish to be part of the armed forces of Mirkwood." Thranduil offered Aradol, who was shaking with excitement.
"I'd love that more than anything! Oh, please, Adar, may I?" Aradol looked at his father. Galion thought of what his wife would say, and then decided that it would please Aradol more than any gift he could get.
To be continued...
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