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Chapter 5- Discovering New and Old
Deep in the forest, the sun was beginning to shine through the trees. The scattered lilies where starting to show off their gold and silver blossoms, a rare type in Middle Earth, let alone Mirkwood.
Legolas neared the old fort that he and his brother had made as young elflings. They would spend hours hiding in there so no one could find them. It became quite fun for them to scare their mother and father, but a horror to them. They stopped going there after the tragic day of their mother's , but that is another story to be told some other time.
The fort still looked basically the same, but the color of the exterior had been changed from a hunter green to a maroon-ish color.
That is strange. I wonder who has found it.
He climbed up the ladder up the ladder, made of branches and of elven rope from his oldest brother's wedding given by the elves of Lorien, but once again, a story to be told later.
The door creaked as the young elf opened it. He was shocked at what he found in the old fort. His old bow he got at the age of about 500 years was hung on the wall along with his old quiver or arrows next to it. On a shelf in the back of the area were various items of his from his childhood. What shocked him the most was that there were numerous paintings of one certain elf. Him!
"What the heck is this?!" He exclaimed. He walked over to his old bow and quiver and unhooked them from the wall. As he slung the two belongings over his back, he could hear a high pitched giggling coming from upstairs. Though his mind told him not to go up there, Legolas couldn't control his curiosity to see who had created this room.
He climbed up the old staircase and peered out into the upper level. Five elven women were sitting in a circle, talking about who knows what. (A/N: Alright, like I warned you in the first chapter, the 's talk might be considered modernized, so don't flame me on it and say "That doesn't stick to Tolkien's story! This sux!". My opinion to that is Tolkien left so much of his world a mystery, there might be some people who actually talk like this. Okay, carry on!)
"Oh my, Wilyawing! Did you see what he had on yesterday? That beautiful gray tunic with silver buttons!" The maiden yelped in happiness. Legolas ed his head.
It was just a tunic...what are these women getting at?
"I know, Mellanni! And have you ever got a whiff of his hair? It smells like Rivendell when all of the flowers are blooming!" They all giggled.
What the heck are they talking about?! Are they mad?
"Oh, yea?" A voice rang out from the corner. "I think it smells like a rotting carcass." All of the other s looked to the source of the sound, including Legolas.
"Jaimea," the one woman, Wilyawing, complained, "Why do you hang out here if you do not even like the prince?" Jaimea shook her head.
"Oh, I do like him. I have to like the royals. I don't have a choice but to like them. I just don't obsess over him like you do. Face it, no one has a chance with him unless they themselves come from a royal background. The King's children are just stuck up, little brats who get whatever their greedy hearts desire." She finished, bitterness dripping from her every word.
At hearing her say this about his family, Legolas had to say something, no matter how much his brain told him not to.
"Actually, milady, our family is not anything like that. Our oldest brother got married to a commoner just like yourself. Royalty matters nothing in relationships, as long as there is love between the two." All of the s, even Jaimea, turned their attention to the voice coming from the stairs. Mellanni grabbed Wilyawing's arm.
"Wilyawing, am I dreaming?"
"Oh, Mellanni, I hope not. If you are, do not wake up." It was now that Legolas realized he made a mistake speaking out. He mentally kicked himself.
The s started creeping towards the prince as a predator would stalk it's prey. Legolas, being the 'prey', started backing down the stairs, fear showing in his eyes. He could deal with a spider, maybe two, any day, but crazed elleths? That was a different story.
"Perhaps I should go..." He spun around and bolted down the stairs, skipping groups of two or three. As he ran, he could hear the light pitter-patter of their feet in pursuit of him. Throughout this whole display, Jaimea still sat in the corner, staring at the spot where Legolas once sat before.
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::pouts:: I don't have anybody to thank today... I would really appreciate it if anybody who reads this at least says 'Hi' so I know that someone is actually reading this. Thanks.
