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A/N Review Review Please! Please! Oh and I know that 200 is probably too young for an elf but for it to work she can't be much older. Everyone has to see R.O.T.K. NOW! If you haven't seen it by now what are you doing here reading this go see the Show NOW! It's so awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Legolas sat in the meting Hall of Mirkwood quietly observing the antics of his kin. All of Mirkwood had gathered for a fest, celebrating the coming of spring. King Thranduil had decided that his subjects needed a party to lift there sprits after the last raid on the spiders that infested Mirkwood. The feasting was nearing the point where more elves would be playing music and dancing rather than eating. Legolas hoped to slip out before his father could try to make him court the eleven maidens that had come to the feast. Thranduil had just stood when Legolas decided to make his move. He ducked into a corridor only to run straight into a dark haired elf. "Sorry." Legolas said quietly still trying to make good on his escape, when he recognized the elf he had tripped over. Ellandan one of Elrond's twin sons. "Ellandan mellonin, what are you doing here. You hate these caves and you don't git along with many of the elves that live here." "I came bearing some rather important news. Ennairea is traveling this way at the request of Elrond and Gandalf. They ask that you make her welcome and show her the better part of her blood" Legolas scorched his mind for the maids face. It came to him startlingly quickly. He remembered her as an eleven child; her hair tinted a strange brown the color of bark in the night that blazed with red highlights in the sun. Eyes the color of the leaf of the Malloren tree. She had been tall even among elves. At her tender age of 19 she had already been 5'10", and her skin that's what he remembered most of all, not the pale color of elves but neither was it the ruddy color of humans. In the dark her face had an almost pearlescent sheen but in the sun her face burned with gold undertones. " Oh no." breathed Legolas because apart from being a strange looking child she had been a terror to him. She had never followed him like the other elf maids who tended to giggle and hide anytime he looked their way. Not Ennairea no she had seemed to delight in setting traps and embarrassing him in any way possible. Once she had, 'No thought Legolas I refuse to remember that.' "Are you alright Legolas?" Ellandan said worried from the etching of his features. "No, No it's okay I'm alright.' Legolas said with a slightly dazed look on his face. "I'll tell my father," he said turning back to the great Hall. "Well maybe later." He said nervously as he saw his father holding the hand of a young elf maid and scanning the room for his son. Legolas ducked behind Ellandan as his father's gaze passed over the entrance to the Hall. "Your safe," whispered Ellandan "You're father started looking for stable maidens yet?" Legolas asked as they slipped quietly back outside. " Yes he started a few years ago. Elorhir and I take turns going away." "Your lucky you have someone to switch off with." Complained Legolas. "I 'm sorry Legolas but I have to go I've delivered this message. Atar thought it best that I wasn't found warning you of Ennaitea's coming she should be here with in a few days. Nameria mellomin." "Nameria Ellandan"
The next day Legolas rose early to deliver Elrond's message to his father. Thranduil was in his receiving room going over the normal paper work associated with running a eleven Kingdom. "Legolas where were you last night?" said Thranduil as he turned to face the doorway. "Nenalin was looking for you" "Who?" Legolas asked puzzled expression plain on his face. "Atar I was busy. Ellandan came last night. It seems that Ennairea is coming home." Legolas waited nervously waiting for the explosion that always seemed to follow that maiden's name. "You will escort the greeting party." Thranduil said with a voice deprived of inflection. Legolas to sock with his father's lack of emotion turned and walked outside to begin preparations for the ordeal that would follow..
A/N Review Review Please! Please! Oh and I know that 200 is probably too young for an elf but for it to work she can't be much older. Everyone has to see R.O.T.K. NOW! If you haven't seen it by now what are you doing here reading this go see the Show NOW! It's so awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Legolas sat in the meting Hall of Mirkwood quietly observing the antics of his kin. All of Mirkwood had gathered for a fest, celebrating the coming of spring. King Thranduil had decided that his subjects needed a party to lift there sprits after the last raid on the spiders that infested Mirkwood. The feasting was nearing the point where more elves would be playing music and dancing rather than eating. Legolas hoped to slip out before his father could try to make him court the eleven maidens that had come to the feast. Thranduil had just stood when Legolas decided to make his move. He ducked into a corridor only to run straight into a dark haired elf. "Sorry." Legolas said quietly still trying to make good on his escape, when he recognized the elf he had tripped over. Ellandan one of Elrond's twin sons. "Ellandan mellonin, what are you doing here. You hate these caves and you don't git along with many of the elves that live here." "I came bearing some rather important news. Ennairea is traveling this way at the request of Elrond and Gandalf. They ask that you make her welcome and show her the better part of her blood" Legolas scorched his mind for the maids face. It came to him startlingly quickly. He remembered her as an eleven child; her hair tinted a strange brown the color of bark in the night that blazed with red highlights in the sun. Eyes the color of the leaf of the Malloren tree. She had been tall even among elves. At her tender age of 19 she had already been 5'10", and her skin that's what he remembered most of all, not the pale color of elves but neither was it the ruddy color of humans. In the dark her face had an almost pearlescent sheen but in the sun her face burned with gold undertones. " Oh no." breathed Legolas because apart from being a strange looking child she had been a terror to him. She had never followed him like the other elf maids who tended to giggle and hide anytime he looked their way. Not Ennairea no she had seemed to delight in setting traps and embarrassing him in any way possible. Once she had, 'No thought Legolas I refuse to remember that.' "Are you alright Legolas?" Ellandan said worried from the etching of his features. "No, No it's okay I'm alright.' Legolas said with a slightly dazed look on his face. "I'll tell my father," he said turning back to the great Hall. "Well maybe later." He said nervously as he saw his father holding the hand of a young elf maid and scanning the room for his son. Legolas ducked behind Ellandan as his father's gaze passed over the entrance to the Hall. "Your safe," whispered Ellandan "You're father started looking for stable maidens yet?" Legolas asked as they slipped quietly back outside. " Yes he started a few years ago. Elorhir and I take turns going away." "Your lucky you have someone to switch off with." Complained Legolas. "I 'm sorry Legolas but I have to go I've delivered this message. Atar thought it best that I wasn't found warning you of Ennaitea's coming she should be here with in a few days. Nameria mellomin." "Nameria Ellandan"
The next day Legolas rose early to deliver Elrond's message to his father. Thranduil was in his receiving room going over the normal paper work associated with running a eleven Kingdom. "Legolas where were you last night?" said Thranduil as he turned to face the doorway. "Nenalin was looking for you" "Who?" Legolas asked puzzled expression plain on his face. "Atar I was busy. Ellandan came last night. It seems that Ennairea is coming home." Legolas waited nervously waiting for the explosion that always seemed to follow that maiden's name. "You will escort the greeting party." Thranduil said with a voice deprived of inflection. Legolas to sock with his father's lack of emotion turned and walked outside to begin preparations for the ordeal that would follow..