Chapter 29 reviews:
KerowynGreenleaf: You thought my chapter was good? Yay! I didn't really like it, but if you did, then I don't care about what I think. I write to please my reviewers! Yeah, it was kinda sad, wasn't it. Don't worry, he won't be sad forever.
Inwe Nolatari: I'm sure that it does suck. A cookie! eats It tastes funny, but whatever. Leggy has to make a decision that could change his life forever! And poor thranduil, under so much stress. Well, thanks for the review! suddenly turns green and collapse to the ground bad cookie...
E. Tphonehome: I don't really care. You can put me on your alert list if you want to! Glad that you like my story.
Nasuada Moon: A renaissance festival is where people dress up as knights, wizards, barbarians, and those ladies that look kind of like fairies. You know, the time where they had jousting. When people got on horses and hit each other with lances? Yeah, well, that's the renaissance festival. It was so much fun! You have to read if you want to find out about Leggy.
Redleef: Glad to hear that you like short chapters. I'm also glad to hear that you liked the chapter. You have a wonderful story, by the way.
Avion Jade: I don't think anyone would like to be in the place that Legolas is in unless they had a very bad life. Poor Leggy. I should stop being to mean to the Leggy family. I think I make them suffer to much. I doubt that he will be recognized. He has been gone for to long. They might recognize him name, but not the way that he looks. No, I wouldn't want your head to explode. If that happened, then I would lose one of my fans! Can't let that happen.
Emily: Makes me wonder if the healers in Mirkwood know what they are doing. So glad to hear that you liked that chapter.
Darklink231: Correct! No one is perfect. Can you imagine living in a perfect world? Boring! Yeah, how unsmart of the healers. Shame on them. You got a gamecube? I'm happy for you.
Rebell: Renaissance stuff is cool! Out in the cold? Didn't you get sick or something? I would have probably frozen to death! True, it is hard to not be mean to legolas. It just makes me love him more!
Aranel-Calen: I realized that Elrond's wife didn't die right after I posted the chapter. I don't know how I could forget that, but then I was like, 'oh well,' and just continued the story.
Moonlight Butterfly: Well, as long as you stilled liked it.
Silver Mirror: The story will have a happy ending, I'll tell you that much. You flatter me so! Happy to know that you liked the chapter!
Elven Kitten: Thank you for the review. Glad you like the chapter.
Kylaaa: Writing this story has improved my grammar so much more than in school. Sad huh?
Iwishchan: The healers care so much for their king. Don't you forget things when someone you care for is hurt? I do! Sometimes I forget so many things!
Arialas: Oh wow. A train wreck made out of people. Tsk. Yay! Glad that you liked my explanation! You know, that thing about them getting in a fight gives me an idea. I don't know if I'm going to follow it, but if I do, things won't be pretty! Bwahahahahaha! Thank you for the complement!
Chapter 30
Legolas laid on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. He hadn't moved from that spot since he came into the room. He hadn't even touched the food that a servant had brought in a few hours ago.
Everyone in Lothlorien was probably asleep at this time. And why wouldn't they be? It was the middle of the night!
But Legolas couldn't sleep. His mind was to busy to let him sleep. The images from the mirror danced around in his head and he also had to find out if he wanted to go back to Mirkwood. To meet his ada.
An ada that he didn't know he had.
Legolas rolled over so that he was now lying on his side, staring at the wall instead of the ceiling. He let out a sigh of frustration. How come things like this always happen to me? Life can be so unfair.
He knew that he should get some sleep, after all he still had to heal. Legolas moved a hand to touch the stitches that were on his chest, seeing as he wasn't wearing a tunic. He winched when he pressed a little to hard on one spot before removing his hand.
Maybe he should travel to Mirkwood and meet his ada. But then, if he really was a prince, he would lose all the freedom that he had. He didn't think that he could stand staying in one place for the rest of his life.
But if he didn't know, if he stayed free, then what about his ada? He would never meet him, never meet the man who loved him so much. His ada would had probably faded away if it wasn't for the fact that he still had a realm to run. He would had faded because he thought that his entire family had died.
Legolas groaned and put one of his arms across his eyes. He didn't know what to do! I can't think about this right now. Maybe in the morning his head would be clear enough to think with.
The halls were quiet and dark, the only noise being the noises that the bugs made, and perhaps the occasional owl.
A lone figure walked down the quiet halls. His footsteps barely making a sound and his robes swirling around him. He wasn't sneaking around and he wasn't rushing to get to any place. In fact, if anyone was awake to see this figure walking in the dead of night, they wouldn't be surprised.
The figure turned a corner and soon found himself standing in front of the door that lead to his destination. There was light seeping through from under the door, so the figure could only assume that the one inside the room was still awake.
He didn't bother to knock, but instead just opened the door and walked inside, closing the door as soon as he entered.
The light came from the fireplace, were a cheerful fire was brewing. The window was open so as to let the nights air into the room, giving the room a cozy feeling. The figure let his eyes wander until they reached a desk with sheets stacked in different piles. Another figure was lying on the desk, snoring away and using his arms as a pillow.
The one in robes shook his head with a small smile on his face. Quietly, he made his way over to the sleeping figure and began to shake him.
The sleeping figures eyes, which were clouded in sleep, slowly cleared until he blinked. Once awake, he sat up and looked at the figure that had awaken him. "Erestor? What are you doing here?"
Erestor smiled down at Glorfindel, who still looked a bit sleepy. "I think that a bed would be a more comfortable place to sleep."
Glorfindel blinked before looking around him. That's funny. I could have sworn that I was in my bed. "I guess I dozed off working." He said with a yawn.
Erestor walked over to stand in front of the desk before beginning to look through the piles of paper work. Glorfindel just raised an eyebrow as he watched. He couldn't help but be a little suspicious. The last few days were, to say the least, odd. They would each find any reason to humiliate the other, much to the enjoyment of the rest of Rivendell.
Honestly. Who would have thought that they would see the day when the Adviser and Captain of Rivendell began pulling pranks on each other?
After a few moments of searching the piles, Erestor let out a sigh and looked at Glorfindel. "Glorfindel, which of these piles is the one with the work that you haven't finished?"
Glorfindel looked at all the piles on his desk, then pointed to the pile at the corner of his desk. Erestor just raised an eyebrow, not understanding how his friend could keep track of each pile in that mess. With a shake of his head, Erestor picked up the pile Glorfindel indicated before heading towards the door.
"What do you think your doing?" Glorfindel asked, confused.
Erestor turned to look back at Glorfindel. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking these so that you might actually get some sleep in a bed. I'm going to finish these for you as well."
To say that Glorfindel was a bit surprised would be an understatement. He opened his mouth to speak, but Erestor beat him to it. "Just go to sleep Glory. You will thank me for it later." With that, Erestor left, closing the door softly behind him.
Glorfindel just sat at his desk, looking at the door with a surprised expression on his face for a few more moments before shaking his head. He stood up and stretched, hearing a few bones pop, before heading towards a door across the room. The door that lead to his bedroom.
After washing himself and getting ready for bed, Glorfindel got in and made himself comfy. Just as he was about to drift off, a horrible and scary realization hit him. A realization so terrifying that Glorfindel doubted that he would get any more sleep that night.
He was becoming more like Erestor, while Erestor was becoming more like him.
He couldn't help the pitiful whimper that left his lips. His worst nightmare was coming true! Every night, he noticed, he stayed up later and got up earlier. He seemed to be in his study more and more instead of heading to the Hall of Fire to relax as he used to. He also noticed that he would forget about dinner and would forget to eat unless someone came to get him. He would also get moody and snap at someone if bothered him for too long.
Erestor, on the other hand, seemed to loosen up and become more relaxed. He would head to the Hall of Fire pretty much every evening and participate with the singing and dancing. He didn't snap at others like he used to and instead made small talk with the other elves. He went to sleep much earlier then he used to, but still got up at around the same time as always, if not a little later.
Glorfindel clutched one of his pillows to his chest. Why must the Valar be so cruel to him?
"Lord Elrond, I hope you return soon. I don't know how much more of this I can take."
Estel woke up with a yawn. Rubbing one of his eyes, he looked out the window to see that most of the elves were already up and about. Rolling off the bed, as he was feeling to lazy to get up, Estel made his way to the washroom after picking himself up and getting his clothes.
After refreshing himself, he headed over to the room the twins were sharing. He knocked on the door, and after hearing a muffled "Come in," opened the door and went inside.
Elladan was dressed, but lying on the bed with his face in the pillows. Elrohir was leaning against the wall next to the window.
Estel looked at Elrohir, then nodded his head towards Elladan with a questioning look on his face. Elrohir looked over to his twin before looking back at Estel with a grin on his face.
"Elladan is being lazy today." Elrohir said with a small chuckle.
Elladan lifted his head from the pillow only long enough to throw Elrohir a glare, before allowing his head to hit the pillows again.
Suddenly the door banged open, making everyone in the room jump and whirl towards the door, except for Elladan, who feel to the ground.
Raindul stood there with a look of amusement on his face.
"Damn it! Why did you do that for!" Elladan cried after getting up from the floor.
Raindul grinned. "No reason. I just wanted to do that." He received three glares for that answer. Raindul just ignored them. "What do you say we get us some breakfast. After that, we can go and talk to Legolas." The other three in the room brightened when they heard that.
After breakfast, the four set out to find Legolas. The didn't know where his room was so they had to check everyplace that they could.
"You know," Estel said as an hour passed without finding their elf friend, "we could ask Lady Galadriel to find him for us."
They changed their direction and began to jog in the direction that the Lord and Lady's room was. Just as they turned a corner, they crashed into someone else. When they got up, they looked down to the elf that they had ran into.
"Legolas!" Raindul cried as he helped his prince back up. "Where were you? We were looking for you!"
Legolas took the offered hand and stood up. After checking to make sure that his wound hadn't reopened, he answered. "I was speaking with Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel."
Of course! Why didn't we think of that? Elladan thought. But that was besides the point. "Hey Legolas, can we talk to you?"
Legolas just raised an eyebrow. "Yes. What is it?"
There was a silence that lasted a few moments. No one said anything. Legolas watched the other four as they glanced at each other, waiting for the other to speak first.
Finally Legolas grew irritated. "If your not going to say anything then I'm leaving."
"Are you coming to Mirkwood with us?" Raindul blurted out. Legolas's eyes widen. He had expected them to ask him that, but not so soon!
They others watched as Legolas frowned, then seemed to be arguing with himself. His eyes glazed over a bit, and they doubted if he noticed if they were to leave.
"Legolas?" Elrohir reached out and gently poked Legolas on the arm. That snapped Legolas out of his thoughts and brought him back to reality.
"Oh, um, sorry about that. What was the question again?" Legolas asked.
"Are you going to come with us to Mirkwood?" Estel spoke this time, in a soft voice.
Legolas looked at each of the three elves and the human in front of him. He bit his bottom lip. I could go, and then if I don't like it, I could probably leave. It wasn't such a comforting thought, but what else was he going to do. They would probably drag me to Mirkwood anyways.
"Alright, I'll go." Legolas said this in a soft voice as well.
Raindul looked as if he had won the lottery, Estel threw Legolas a huge smile, Elrohir looked pleased, and Elladan looked surprised.
"But," Legolas said, making all of his friends lose a bit of their happiness, "I want to take Shadow with me."
There is the next chapter. I made this a more happy chapter, since I was starting to become depressed with making Leggy suffer. I know, I know, what a short chapter.
Well to bad, live with it. I have too much work to do this weekend. This story is drawing to a close, I think. I don't know how many more chapters are left, but oh well.
Hope yall enjoy this chapter!