Disclaimer: I own nothing here except for the plot of some of it.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I'll try to update sooner.
Aldrea: Easier said then done.
Suuki: Nani! What are you doing here?
Aldrea: Checking up on you.
Suuki: Well, I'm fine.
Aldrea: Have you finished typing the seventh chapter of my story?
Suuki: You mean MY story. And no, I haven't.
Agarwen: You need to soon Botan!
Suuki: Not you too! Anyway, enjoy this chapter! Ja ne!
Aldrea: Namarie.
Agarwen: See ya! So, Botan, about my story…
Suuki: (sigh)
Chapter 1: Namarie
As the sun rose above the green land, the sound of hammers falling upon anvils drifted through the still air. Legolas gazed on with pride as Thranduil placed the finishing touches on his very own sword. He had taught Thranduil the secret of enchanting a blade so it would never rust and would withstand heavy blows from an opponent. Though times were peaceful, the elves still made weapons for show, and to keep themselves occupied with tournaments during the long years. Legolas praised his son lavishly once the sword was completed and sharpened. To finish it, Thranduil chose a jewel encrusted sheath with a matching belt, and placed it around his waist. He also shouldered a quiver of arrows, also of his making, and a bow which he had made as well.
"Now you look as a true Prince of Mirkwood should," Legolas remarked with a proud smile. "Let us go to the Havens and finish our ship." The only thing left to finish on the small ship were the detailed carvings, which they set to work on right away. Legolas instructed Thranduil on how to make the carvings of vines and trees look as if they could sprout out of the wood at any moment. Soon they were carving battle scenes from ages past, as well as some of the stories of Arda.
Thranduil stood and stretched after putting the finishing touches on the depiction of Earendil and the white Silmaril. He glanced up at the sky and noted the low position of the Sun. "Father, it is almost time for the evening celebration."
Legolas paused from tying the sails to the mast and looked down at his son. "I shall be down in a moment." He finished tying the sails and slid down the mast, landing gracefully on the deck. "Come, it is time to celebrate the day of your birth."
That evening was one of great feasting and merry making for the family and friends of Thranduil. There was much music and dancing. There were also archery and sword competitions, in which Thranduil won many due to his great skills, but not all. Thranduil received many gifts from his guests, and had a lot of fun. Most of his presents were useful items that he could use while traveling Valinor. His most valuable gifts came from Galadriel and Elrond. Galadriel gave him much lembas, and Elrond bestowed upon him several bottles of mirrovire. (sp?) The festivities lasted far into the night and didn't end until the Sun's first rays crept into the sky. As soon as the Sun revealed her head, Thranduil bid his guests a good night, kissed his mother, gave his father a grateful hug, and then retired to his bed.
After everyone was sound asleep, Legolas kissed his sleeping wife and left a note next to her explaining why he was leaving, and asking her not to follow him for a long while; even to the elves. He quickly boarded the ship that he and Thranduil had so lovingly made together; as he set sail with the ship aimed toward the rising Sun, he faced Valinor, a single tear rolling down his cheek, and whispered into the wind. "Namarie." With that said he turned away and never looked back.
A/N: So, how was it? Sorry for the wait. I'm not finished writing the 2nd chapter, so it might take a while. Tell me what you thought! Flames will be used for tales around the campfire. Ja ne!