Chapter Two: By the Moons Watch
Seven moons had risen since the discovery of the arrowhead. The prince of Mirkwood sat on his bed and pulled his quiver up beside
him using the sky-blue eyes he was so famous for. The fiery sun had just sunk beneath the horizon on his first day home since the
mission. Under normal circumstances, Legolas would have already stepped out onto the branch beside one of his four windows, and
continued outside into the gardens and forest near the castle. Once there, he would stare at, dance beneath and sing to the stars until the
hour grew late, and the moon began to once more sink down past the horizon as the stars faded. Tonight, however, Greenwood's jewel
had decided to forgo that pleasure in order to better examine the curious object he had come to posses. One slender hand reached into
the quiver, and blue eyes stared into its faceted light, caught like a dwarf in a spider's web. The same fire and pride and rage took his
soul, and his ethereal light burned brighter than has been seen on this earth any that has been seen on this earth since Feanor resided here.
Then he knew no more. Legolas Thrandruillion fell back on to his bed as his candles went out.
I follow the belief that Legolas was an only child, and thus I did not feel the need to say "the crown prince o f Mirkwood
Tolkien spoke of Mirkwood elves having strong magic, and they do have the magic gates, and seem to be gifted with the lighting and snuffing out of fire, so I went so far as to say that they could levitate certain objects moving their eyes. Many explanations as to why this can not be are probably popping up in your head right now, but I do have a thorough explanation/argument for this phenomenon in my newest, title-less, soon-to-be-posted story, so if you're curious, I should have that story up in few days.
Note: Much thanks to my two great reviewers, especially THECheeseTurkey! Ya'll inspired me to actually keep posting!