A/N: I am on a roll! There are plenty more chapters coming your way soon,
as soon as my favorite person in the world betas them!
Disclaimer: *kicks Denethor standup* You...*kick* are a.... *kick* bozo...*punch* Oh, disclaimer? Denethor is the academy award winner of the bozo-of-the- year award, and I'm REALLY GLAD I don't own him... unfortunately, I don't own anything else either!
Chapter 14: A Fight
Thranduil looked slightly shocked. It was obvious that his son was in love, yet he had not expected such an abrupt proposal... Legolas should have at least waited until he was sure that he wanted to be bonded to Larien, of all people. After all, she was the one who would save Middle Earth...
....Didn't his son know what a danger he was getting into? Didn't he understand what a responsibility it would be to be her husband? What does he think he is doing?
Thranduil was confused. He wanted to be happy for his son, yet something held him back... was it shock? Or was it just he being protective? His impression of Larien was mutually good, but there was that slight imperfection in her that didn't seem to go away... She used to be human, unclean, blinded by rage, and beyond all mortal.
He didn't know what to do; he just wanted to do something... so he sat down in the armchair behind the desk in despair.
~^~
Thranduil's forehead furrowed, and Larien could sense some kind of mixture of regret, happiness, and confusion emanating from him.
She forced her way into his mind, and after hearing a single thought, she immediately jerked out of it again. She swayed slightly on the spot and grasped Legolas' hand.
"What does he think he is *doing*??"
Her eyes started to tear... she had thought that Thranduil liked her! She glanced at Galadriel, who had been sitting silently in the corner of the room, and silently pleaded with her to console Thranduil.
Galadriel gave a slow nod of understanding, before replying 'He is happy, I can tell. Just let him think a while.'
"Father?" Legolas spoke worriedly, after a long period of silence.
"Let him think for a while, young prince." Galadriel repeated in her enchanting voice.
"Let's go." Larien spoke into Legolas' head. Legolas threw a glare in his father's direction, before following his engaged out of the office, and then tearing in front of her.
He started to walk in a blind rage down the hallway, his footsteps were heavy, though elven steps were silent.
"Legolas, what is the *matter* with you?" Larien accused the flaxen head in front of her.
"My father said nothing. No 'congratulations!' no consent; he just sat there. What am I supposed to do?" Legolas spat at the floor, whirling around to face his beloved elf, which had her hands on her hips. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were burning.
"Your father doesn't know what to do! His son falls in love secretly, nearly fades, then proposes the day that he is healed to an elf that he doesn't even know all that well!" Larien shouted. Elves all along the hallway were poking out heads and ears to see what was happening.
"He could have at least said something!" Legolas replied haughtily, knowing that he was going to lose this verbal battle.
"Legolas, step out of your princely life for a second, and into your father's. What do you think it is like to be him?" She asked him sternly. She started to approach him slowly and took his hand in hers. "Imagine the stress, the pain, the responsibility of the entire kingdom on your shoulders." She soothed him quietly, rubbing his fingers gently.
The elves all down the hallway were now inching their way over, thinking that something good was going to happen.
Legolas' brain started to work. He silently looked at every aspect that had happened in the last fifty years. His raged stopped racing throughout him, and slowly he started to see what Larien was talking about. His father seemed to be swamped with work, and him becoming sick and nearly dying didn't help one bit. In fact, his secret love of Larien didn't help at all...
He leaned in as if he was going to kiss her, but he whispered into her ear, "Let's go to my room to talk about this...I don't know if we could have any privacy in the middle of this hallway."
Larien turned, to see every elf along the hallway pretended to be doing something. Larien chuckled and followed Legolas to his room.
A/N: Sorry, this chapter is a shorty! But I promise, I have two more chapters lined up in my beta's inbox! So you won't have to wait long?
Poll: Anybody who lives in England: Have you heard of Chris Powling? He writes children's books... He's also my dear cousin... I just want to know if you have heard of him!! Glorfindel cookies to those who answer!!
~The Hobbit Ivy~
Disclaimer: *kicks Denethor standup* You...*kick* are a.... *kick* bozo...*punch* Oh, disclaimer? Denethor is the academy award winner of the bozo-of-the- year award, and I'm REALLY GLAD I don't own him... unfortunately, I don't own anything else either!
Chapter 14: A Fight
Thranduil looked slightly shocked. It was obvious that his son was in love, yet he had not expected such an abrupt proposal... Legolas should have at least waited until he was sure that he wanted to be bonded to Larien, of all people. After all, she was the one who would save Middle Earth...
....Didn't his son know what a danger he was getting into? Didn't he understand what a responsibility it would be to be her husband? What does he think he is doing?
Thranduil was confused. He wanted to be happy for his son, yet something held him back... was it shock? Or was it just he being protective? His impression of Larien was mutually good, but there was that slight imperfection in her that didn't seem to go away... She used to be human, unclean, blinded by rage, and beyond all mortal.
He didn't know what to do; he just wanted to do something... so he sat down in the armchair behind the desk in despair.
~^~
Thranduil's forehead furrowed, and Larien could sense some kind of mixture of regret, happiness, and confusion emanating from him.
She forced her way into his mind, and after hearing a single thought, she immediately jerked out of it again. She swayed slightly on the spot and grasped Legolas' hand.
"What does he think he is *doing*??"
Her eyes started to tear... she had thought that Thranduil liked her! She glanced at Galadriel, who had been sitting silently in the corner of the room, and silently pleaded with her to console Thranduil.
Galadriel gave a slow nod of understanding, before replying 'He is happy, I can tell. Just let him think a while.'
"Father?" Legolas spoke worriedly, after a long period of silence.
"Let him think for a while, young prince." Galadriel repeated in her enchanting voice.
"Let's go." Larien spoke into Legolas' head. Legolas threw a glare in his father's direction, before following his engaged out of the office, and then tearing in front of her.
He started to walk in a blind rage down the hallway, his footsteps were heavy, though elven steps were silent.
"Legolas, what is the *matter* with you?" Larien accused the flaxen head in front of her.
"My father said nothing. No 'congratulations!' no consent; he just sat there. What am I supposed to do?" Legolas spat at the floor, whirling around to face his beloved elf, which had her hands on her hips. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were burning.
"Your father doesn't know what to do! His son falls in love secretly, nearly fades, then proposes the day that he is healed to an elf that he doesn't even know all that well!" Larien shouted. Elves all along the hallway were poking out heads and ears to see what was happening.
"He could have at least said something!" Legolas replied haughtily, knowing that he was going to lose this verbal battle.
"Legolas, step out of your princely life for a second, and into your father's. What do you think it is like to be him?" She asked him sternly. She started to approach him slowly and took his hand in hers. "Imagine the stress, the pain, the responsibility of the entire kingdom on your shoulders." She soothed him quietly, rubbing his fingers gently.
The elves all down the hallway were now inching their way over, thinking that something good was going to happen.
Legolas' brain started to work. He silently looked at every aspect that had happened in the last fifty years. His raged stopped racing throughout him, and slowly he started to see what Larien was talking about. His father seemed to be swamped with work, and him becoming sick and nearly dying didn't help one bit. In fact, his secret love of Larien didn't help at all...
He leaned in as if he was going to kiss her, but he whispered into her ear, "Let's go to my room to talk about this...I don't know if we could have any privacy in the middle of this hallway."
Larien turned, to see every elf along the hallway pretended to be doing something. Larien chuckled and followed Legolas to his room.
A/N: Sorry, this chapter is a shorty! But I promise, I have two more chapters lined up in my beta's inbox! So you won't have to wait long?
Poll: Anybody who lives in England: Have you heard of Chris Powling? He writes children's books... He's also my dear cousin... I just want to know if you have heard of him!! Glorfindel cookies to those who answer!!
~The Hobbit Ivy~