Hi. Sorry about the wait, I explain after the post. Here you are.
Ice Lynx- Thank you so much for your loyalty! Depression, sorry. I'm sorry I have been ruining the movie for you! Here you are!
Irish QT- No, not dead, just going through some really bad depression. It really affects my writing when I'm depressed, so I am afraid to post when I am. Don't die! Here!
Inweornargothrond- Here you go.
Gabby-the-elf- Thank you!!
Bulegristwen- From "The Sindarin Dictionary Project." They have a program you can download. Why? Are they wrong? If so, I am sincerely sorry, a few I had to change to get the basic idea of what I wanted to say.
HearrtofGreenwood- Thank you very much! I am glad to hear that about his emotions, I was hoping they would be!
Ice Lynx- Here you are. *blushes* I'm flattered, thank you.
Andmetwen- Almost? *laughs* Ooh…that's bad. Thanks, and sorry.
Bill the Pony2- It was? Sorry, I hadn't noticed. Thanks. LOL. I won't.
LadySiri- Like your name! Thanks. Ok, well here you go!
Judy Greenleaf- Brill? Neato, thanks. Wow, you're the only one that thinks so, but thanks!!! J
Laswen- Thanks! Um…I thought I had… I thought Elrond gave him clothes…
soul searcher- Yes, poor elf. You did? :D I think so too. You'll see! I don't know if I will have anyone ask about his scars, I will think about it. Thank you!
Elementfire1- Ok!
Lady of Legolas- Yes, yes, he has, hasn't he…"Now I feel really bad, bad llama!!" *giggles* sorry, strange mood.
Toby Keith Fanatic- Thanks. Yes, he did. No, there will not be just one…There should be, including this one, at least two, possibly three.
Erhothwen- Yes, it is a little weird, isn't it? Well, I'm glad.
Kayo- Yep. Sorry, I didn't say. I'm horrible that way, but I have a hard time not writing my stories like…"Get in, get out, get it over with." I'm a get-to-the-point kind of person, but only with my own stories. It's so irritating, please bear with me. Yes, I do tend to do that. Thanks!
Arachni- Thanks. Interesting. LOL. Sorry. I dunno!! *cries* I don't know the timeline of LotR, so I can't figure out where to put this! Oh yes, he is much younger than then. Probably like 3000 years younger, I'm guessing. Ball park figure. Thanks.
Lirenel- Yep! Oh don't worry, Thranduil will make an appearance soon!
Tadriendra of Mirkwood- Thank you. Yes it made sense. Oh, I meant the unexpected source for help was the exiles.
MoroTheWolfGod- Ok!
Sondol Undomiel- Great! Yep. *laughs* really? Ya, somewhere around there. Sorry this wasn't fast, I'm horrible with fast updates.
Erenriel the Eleven Canuck- Thanks. Sorry, not soon, but here it is. Ya, 'fraid so.
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Legolas stood from the table. "To make a very long story short, I traveled with them to Rivendell. Getting away from the Turs was difficult, but I simply kept my hood up and head down at all times, and the exiles always kept me in the middle of the group so no one would notice how badly off I was. We left before they discovered I was missing." For the first time that evening, Legolas smiled slightly. "I wish I could have seen Revenhal's face when he found my empty cell."
Legolas paused and looked down for a moment, seeming to think. "Do you think we could leave for my homeland tomorrow morning?" He asked nervously, abruptly changing the subject.
"Of course!" Elrond said, breaking from his stupor and rising as well. "I will tell my children to prepare, and the servants will get the horses and food ready for the journey." He assured the younger elf.
"Thank you." Legolas said softly and turned to leave. Elrond frowned. If this was what Legolas wanted, then why did the elf look as if he felt sick at the thought of returning?
*****
Legolas was even more quiet than usual, if that was possible, as he waited for the servants to finish preparing the horses. His face remained blank until Arwen made an appearance, running over and smiling from ear to ear up to the blonde elf. Legolas smiled back, squeezing the hand that worked it's way into his own, despite the stab of pain it brought him as memories surfaced.
Finally, the were ready to go, and Legolas mounted his horse. He waited for the others impatiently, and soon they were off. It was a weeks journey to Mirkwood, and Elrond feared that it would go by very slowly.
*****
The first day of riding went uneventfully, and when they stopped to set up camp, Elrond decided to give Legolas his space for the time being, since he could see that Legolas was dealing with a lot of feelings and worries about returning home. Quietly, he informed his children that they were also to leave Legolas alone. Arwen questioned him for a long time about his decision, and, with a little difficulty, Elrond explained as best as he could in a way Arwen could understand.
When he finally looked up, Legolas was gone. Elrond gave a frustrated sigh. "Elrohir, Elladan, watch your sister." He said quietly, standing and disappearing into the forest to search for Legolas.
*****
Legolas reached over his shoulder for an arrow, and fit it into his bow, his eyes calm and determined as he aimed carefully, pulling the drawstring back. His right arm trembled, but he ignored it, finally letting loose the arrow…and missing his intended target by at least three inches. He gave a frustrated growl and reached behind him again to try once more, when he heard a noise in the woods behind him. He whirled.
Elrond came into view, and seemed greatly relieved to have found Legolas. He looked as though he was about to say something, but Legolas just turned and aimed again…and missed again. Legolas angrily tossed his bow to the ground and sat down, putting his head in his hands. The best archer in Mirkwood, and he couldn't even hit a tree limb. "I can't do it…" He moaned softly, feeling tears stinging his eyes, but he ignored it.
Elrond knew that the reason for Legolas' failure was the injuries he had endured during his captivity. His body would take a long time to regain the strength it had formally had, but it would regain it if Legolas continued to work at it. Silently, he walked over. "Legolas…remove your tunic." He said softly, yet his tone left no room for argument.
Legolas looked up in surprise. "Why?" He asked nervously, his blue eyes large.
Elrond smiled reassuringly. "I wanted to see your wounds." He said simply. Legolas obeyed, albeit hesitantly. Elrond could barely restrain the surprised intake of breath when he caught his first glimpse of Legolas' back. True, the injuries had obviously happened a while ago, but they still had a horrible appearance. Bruises that were finally beginning to fade spanned all over Legolas' back and trailed around to his chest. Whip marks that were rapidly becoming scars still held a horrific look to them. Elrond sighed. With elven healing aiding these wounds, what must they have looked like when the elf had gotten them for them to still be visible?
Knelling down, he placed a hand on Legolas' shoulder. "Legolas…you have been through so much. Your body is still recovering. You will get your strength back and be as good at things as you used to be, but you must give it time." He assured softly.
Legolas looked up, his face slightly drawn, and his eyes red. "I know…but I wanted to show father I was the same…that I hadn't changed."
Elrond nodded. "And you are the same, Legolas. Your father will know that, you don't have to prove it."
Legolas looked away. "But I have changed." He said.
Elrond was quiet for a minute. "Yes…but everyone changes, Legolas. That is not necessarily a bad thing." He told the younger elf.
Legolas nodded. "I know…" He said. There was a long silence. "I have to tell father the truth. I can't hide behind what I used to be. He has to know who I am and what I have become." Legolas finished firmly.
Elrond frowned. "What you have become? Legolas, what do you mean?"
Legolas seemed to remember Elrond's presence. "Nothing." He said quietly, standing and gathering his things. "Come, let's go back to camp. Your children will be waiting for us." He said, turning and walking away, leaving a confused and worried Elrond.
*****
Sorry that it was short, but I am going through a difficult time right now, and finding time to write is hard. I have to move from the house I have lived in 16 years, and it's depressing, so I am kind of uninspired currently. Please bear with me for the horrible wait. I will do my best to do better.
Ice Lynx- Thank you so much for your loyalty! Depression, sorry. I'm sorry I have been ruining the movie for you! Here you are!
Irish QT- No, not dead, just going through some really bad depression. It really affects my writing when I'm depressed, so I am afraid to post when I am. Don't die! Here!
Inweornargothrond- Here you go.
Gabby-the-elf- Thank you!!
Bulegristwen- From "The Sindarin Dictionary Project." They have a program you can download. Why? Are they wrong? If so, I am sincerely sorry, a few I had to change to get the basic idea of what I wanted to say.
HearrtofGreenwood- Thank you very much! I am glad to hear that about his emotions, I was hoping they would be!
Ice Lynx- Here you are. *blushes* I'm flattered, thank you.
Andmetwen- Almost? *laughs* Ooh…that's bad. Thanks, and sorry.
Bill the Pony2- It was? Sorry, I hadn't noticed. Thanks. LOL. I won't.
LadySiri- Like your name! Thanks. Ok, well here you go!
Judy Greenleaf- Brill? Neato, thanks. Wow, you're the only one that thinks so, but thanks!!! J
Laswen- Thanks! Um…I thought I had… I thought Elrond gave him clothes…
soul searcher- Yes, poor elf. You did? :D I think so too. You'll see! I don't know if I will have anyone ask about his scars, I will think about it. Thank you!
Elementfire1- Ok!
Lady of Legolas- Yes, yes, he has, hasn't he…"Now I feel really bad, bad llama!!" *giggles* sorry, strange mood.
Toby Keith Fanatic- Thanks. Yes, he did. No, there will not be just one…There should be, including this one, at least two, possibly three.
Erhothwen- Yes, it is a little weird, isn't it? Well, I'm glad.
Kayo- Yep. Sorry, I didn't say. I'm horrible that way, but I have a hard time not writing my stories like…"Get in, get out, get it over with." I'm a get-to-the-point kind of person, but only with my own stories. It's so irritating, please bear with me. Yes, I do tend to do that. Thanks!
Arachni- Thanks. Interesting. LOL. Sorry. I dunno!! *cries* I don't know the timeline of LotR, so I can't figure out where to put this! Oh yes, he is much younger than then. Probably like 3000 years younger, I'm guessing. Ball park figure. Thanks.
Lirenel- Yep! Oh don't worry, Thranduil will make an appearance soon!
Tadriendra of Mirkwood- Thank you. Yes it made sense. Oh, I meant the unexpected source for help was the exiles.
MoroTheWolfGod- Ok!
Sondol Undomiel- Great! Yep. *laughs* really? Ya, somewhere around there. Sorry this wasn't fast, I'm horrible with fast updates.
Erenriel the Eleven Canuck- Thanks. Sorry, not soon, but here it is. Ya, 'fraid so.
*****
Legolas stood from the table. "To make a very long story short, I traveled with them to Rivendell. Getting away from the Turs was difficult, but I simply kept my hood up and head down at all times, and the exiles always kept me in the middle of the group so no one would notice how badly off I was. We left before they discovered I was missing." For the first time that evening, Legolas smiled slightly. "I wish I could have seen Revenhal's face when he found my empty cell."
Legolas paused and looked down for a moment, seeming to think. "Do you think we could leave for my homeland tomorrow morning?" He asked nervously, abruptly changing the subject.
"Of course!" Elrond said, breaking from his stupor and rising as well. "I will tell my children to prepare, and the servants will get the horses and food ready for the journey." He assured the younger elf.
"Thank you." Legolas said softly and turned to leave. Elrond frowned. If this was what Legolas wanted, then why did the elf look as if he felt sick at the thought of returning?
*****
Legolas was even more quiet than usual, if that was possible, as he waited for the servants to finish preparing the horses. His face remained blank until Arwen made an appearance, running over and smiling from ear to ear up to the blonde elf. Legolas smiled back, squeezing the hand that worked it's way into his own, despite the stab of pain it brought him as memories surfaced.
Finally, the were ready to go, and Legolas mounted his horse. He waited for the others impatiently, and soon they were off. It was a weeks journey to Mirkwood, and Elrond feared that it would go by very slowly.
*****
The first day of riding went uneventfully, and when they stopped to set up camp, Elrond decided to give Legolas his space for the time being, since he could see that Legolas was dealing with a lot of feelings and worries about returning home. Quietly, he informed his children that they were also to leave Legolas alone. Arwen questioned him for a long time about his decision, and, with a little difficulty, Elrond explained as best as he could in a way Arwen could understand.
When he finally looked up, Legolas was gone. Elrond gave a frustrated sigh. "Elrohir, Elladan, watch your sister." He said quietly, standing and disappearing into the forest to search for Legolas.
*****
Legolas reached over his shoulder for an arrow, and fit it into his bow, his eyes calm and determined as he aimed carefully, pulling the drawstring back. His right arm trembled, but he ignored it, finally letting loose the arrow…and missing his intended target by at least three inches. He gave a frustrated growl and reached behind him again to try once more, when he heard a noise in the woods behind him. He whirled.
Elrond came into view, and seemed greatly relieved to have found Legolas. He looked as though he was about to say something, but Legolas just turned and aimed again…and missed again. Legolas angrily tossed his bow to the ground and sat down, putting his head in his hands. The best archer in Mirkwood, and he couldn't even hit a tree limb. "I can't do it…" He moaned softly, feeling tears stinging his eyes, but he ignored it.
Elrond knew that the reason for Legolas' failure was the injuries he had endured during his captivity. His body would take a long time to regain the strength it had formally had, but it would regain it if Legolas continued to work at it. Silently, he walked over. "Legolas…remove your tunic." He said softly, yet his tone left no room for argument.
Legolas looked up in surprise. "Why?" He asked nervously, his blue eyes large.
Elrond smiled reassuringly. "I wanted to see your wounds." He said simply. Legolas obeyed, albeit hesitantly. Elrond could barely restrain the surprised intake of breath when he caught his first glimpse of Legolas' back. True, the injuries had obviously happened a while ago, but they still had a horrible appearance. Bruises that were finally beginning to fade spanned all over Legolas' back and trailed around to his chest. Whip marks that were rapidly becoming scars still held a horrific look to them. Elrond sighed. With elven healing aiding these wounds, what must they have looked like when the elf had gotten them for them to still be visible?
Knelling down, he placed a hand on Legolas' shoulder. "Legolas…you have been through so much. Your body is still recovering. You will get your strength back and be as good at things as you used to be, but you must give it time." He assured softly.
Legolas looked up, his face slightly drawn, and his eyes red. "I know…but I wanted to show father I was the same…that I hadn't changed."
Elrond nodded. "And you are the same, Legolas. Your father will know that, you don't have to prove it."
Legolas looked away. "But I have changed." He said.
Elrond was quiet for a minute. "Yes…but everyone changes, Legolas. That is not necessarily a bad thing." He told the younger elf.
Legolas nodded. "I know…" He said. There was a long silence. "I have to tell father the truth. I can't hide behind what I used to be. He has to know who I am and what I have become." Legolas finished firmly.
Elrond frowned. "What you have become? Legolas, what do you mean?"
Legolas seemed to remember Elrond's presence. "Nothing." He said quietly, standing and gathering his things. "Come, let's go back to camp. Your children will be waiting for us." He said, turning and walking away, leaving a confused and worried Elrond.
*****
Sorry that it was short, but I am going through a difficult time right now, and finding time to write is hard. I have to move from the house I have lived in 16 years, and it's depressing, so I am kind of uninspired currently. Please bear with me for the horrible wait. I will do my best to do better.