#41 Fell Creatures
Legolas crept along the corridor on silent feet, his heart thudding within his chest. How had it come to this? His home invaded, the very halls of the King overrun with fell beasts. He paused as he came to a corner, flattening himself against the cool wall and steeling himself to peer around into the darkness beyond. His luck was in. The way was clear and with a muffled sigh of relief he moved on, senses stretched for the slightest intimation that he was not alone.
Inching along he gradually became aware of the rising sound of angry voices ahead, picking out his father's strident tones with such relief his knees almost buckled beneath him. His father still lived! He should have known it would take more than a few wild orcs to harm one so powerful and clever as he. Gritting his teeth he stole closer, drawing his blades as he realised the sounds were coming from the throne room just ahead. If he could just get into the room unseen by the enemies now almost howling in anger he could join forces with his father and none would be able to stand against them.
Darting through the open doorway and into the shadow of a tall, carven pillar he looked to where the king stood before the throne, crimson robes swirled about him, autumn crown held high upon his regal head and his heart swelled with pride. This glorious elf was his own father. To see him thus, regaled by enemies on every side yet standing tall and proud before them was a sight to behold. For a moment he paused. Drinking in the sight, then, before he could change his mind, he made his move. Copying the loud battle cry of the warriors out in the forest he raised his weapons and charged straight towards the hoard now closing in upon the King.
Silence fell as with one accord the room's occupants turned to face him then moved apart, leaving a corridor at the end of which stood a very stern, cross looking Thranduil and he skidded to a halt dropping his arms so his makeshift weapons hung loosely at his sides. A small snicker of smothered laughter drifted down from the balcony above and he gulped as he suddenly realised that this might not have been such a good idea as the twins had suggested.
"Legolas!" His father thundered. "How many times have I told you not to interrupt council meetings!"
A/N
Hope this wasn't too trite :)
ShadowTravel - yup, can't believe I've managed forty one now! Thanks for the comments. I'm glad you enjoyed the moment between young Boromir and Faramir.