Chapter 2
Eldarion was on the verge of falling asleep. How could anyone stand Master Barond? His monotonous voice was enough to bore anyone, especially an adventurous six year old. Even daydreaming failed to work today. But just as the prince's eyelids shut tight, the door opened, and in came Legolas.
"Legolas!" Eldarion exclaimed and ran to hug the elf. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I talked to your father, and he has graciously allowed me to take you out of these boring lessons for a day." He replied, grinning. "But remember, I can bring you back any time I want. So don't plan any tricks, Eldarion."
By then both were grinning from ear to ear, and Master Barond was trying in vain to look untouched by this insult of his teaching. Having fail greatly, he left the room as fast as his little feet would carry him.
As Eldarion and Legolas followed suit and left the stuffy room, the elf continued talking. "Oh, and I almost forgot, your father also says that if I wish to, I'm welcome to teach you. Though knowing you, you'd much rather spend the day outside the classroom."
The boy's eyes lit up in wonder. "You mean you'll bring me hunting? Or do archery with me? Pleeeeease."
The elf's clear laugh ringed through the hallway. "Yes, of course. Who could refuse a little boy like you? But how about we do something quiet first. And save all that energy for later. I can tell the story of Mirkwood like no other. Not even my father Thranduil can beat me at it."
The companions went out to the fields, where they lay on the grass. Legolas told the young prince his tale. A tale of happiness, sadness, anger, misery, hope and treachery, all put in one. By the time it ended, it was time for lunch.
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