Chapter Two - Feelings
Lord Thranduil sat in his chair with Legolas almost in his lap. The elfing was starting to get to big for this, but Thranduil didn't care in the least. He had been reading well since lunchtime. He then told Legolas it was his turn to read. He was surprised to see that Legolas didn't respond.
"Elfling, what is the matter? When I have said it was your turn to read before, you always jumped on the occasion."
"Tlatgorn is mad at me Ada," Legolas wiggled a bit uncomfortably. He moved so he looked his father straight in the face.
"What is it this time?"
"Tlatgorn got in trouble and was told he couldn't go to the picnic. He asked us if we would stay and play with him. The other two said they promised to help their nanneths. I said I wasn't going to be going because today you were going to read to me. He got mad,"
"I am guessing you haven't been enjoying reading today,"
"No Ada! I enjoy reading with you,"
"Let me rephrase that. You are so preoccupied with Tlatgorn that you have not been able to enjoy yourself,"
"No."
"Don't let him bother you. He doesn't know what he speaks about half the time. In fact, as I recall, you've had to get the three of them out of fixes before." Thranduil shook his head.
"He was right though. I should not have abandoned him."
"Legolas, he was being punished. Being punished means you don't get to have fun,"
"No. I was wrong Ada. I shall apologize to him in the morning. I shall go get dressed for bed,"
"What about dinner?"
"I am not hungry Ada,"
"Legolas, you always say that. Anyway, you need not apologize. You were not wrong,"
"Yes I was Ada," Legolas then turned and headed off to his rooms.
"Why do you always do this Greenleaf," Thranduil sighed. "You never find fault in anyone except yourself."
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Tlatgorn sat at the table with his mother, father, two older brothers and little sister. His mother threw a look his way every so often telling him that she was still angry with him. Suddenly he felt someone kick him from under the table. He glanced over to see Glaslind grinning at him with a smug look, waiting to see what he did. Out of the four children, he and his sister never got along.
"So, what did you do today at the picnic Tlatgorn," Tlatgorn glared at his older brother. He didn't want to remember how bored he had been that whole afternoon.
"Your little brother got in trouble again and was not allowed to go,"
It was Tlatgorn's other siblings turn to speak. "Naneth, most of what goes on is Glaslind's fault."
"Excuse me, but . . . " Tlatgorn's father raised a hand to stop her from saying anything more.
"Glaslind, are you all right. You look extremely pale."
"I am all right Ada," Glaslind made to smile at them, but then her eyes rolled back. The eldest sibling reached and grabbed her as she fell. All were looking straight at her in shock. Tlatgorn panicked.
"I didn't do it! I didn't do it!" His mother turned to him as he stood up.
"Tlatgorn . . . " The elfling then turned and ran off to a place he knew he'd feel safe. In the mean time, Tlatgorn and Glaslind's father sent the eldest to fetch the healers.