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It contains no slash so for that I apologise! It is not very long either, I am trying to keep the chapters short and sweet so do not expect an epic!! Enjoy my friends!****DISCLAIMER: Has to be there does it not?! As much as it pains me to say it, these are all Tolkien's characters and I am merely borrowing them for my own entertainment to put them through pain and suffering.
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A lone rider on an elegant white steed made haste through the forests of Rivendell. The rider and horse had not taken rest since waking early that morning and both were beginning to tire.
“We are not far from the Last Homely House, make haste mellon-nin. It is growing dark.” The rider's soothing voice gave the horse one last burst of adrenaline and he galloped onwards leading them closer to their destination.
A tall, dark haired elf seated himself down on a heavily padded chair on the balcony outside his chambers and gazed deep into Rivendell. It had been a long time since the Elf-lord had felt this relaxed.
Thank the Valar for giving me this time to myself.
The Elf-Lord enjoyed spending time with others, but often found he spent most of his time bringing people back from the brink of death. Especially his son since he had met the Prince of Mirkwood. Lord Elrond could not help but feel a little relieved that the Prince was not due for another two weeks as trouble would always rear its ugly head. Granted, Legolas was considered mature for his Elven years, some would say too mature due to the things he had been through. But still, the human's wreckless personality always brought out the Prince's mischievous side. Elrond could recall many a time that Legolas had brought his human son home injured after rescuing him from a number of different enemies.
I wonder, would Estel be dead by now if it was not for his friendship with Legolas? Or would he be blissfully ignorant of all of the dangers the Arda holds?
The Elf-Lord's mind wandering was abruptly interrupted by the sound of hooves galloping through the archway into the gardens of the Last Homely House. Lord Elrond gazed over the balcony to find a dishevelled looking Elf-Prince dismounting his horse.
“Hannon le, mellon-nin. You are most deserving of rest” said the Elf-Prince gently to his steed whilst soothingly stroking its neck. Removing his pack from the horse's back, Legolas retrieved his much needed water supply and drank the remaining liquid. He replaced the water sack back into his bag and rested his tired head against his horse as if to gain strength before he entered the Last Homely House.
The Elf-Lord noted this gesture and stood to get a better look at the Prince. Elrond had not expected the Prince for another two weeks and it was unlike Legolas not to follow his original plans. To the Elf-Lord, he looked tired and troubled, yet uninjured.
What has brought him here so early and in this state?
Feeling the Lord of Imladris burning a hole in the back of his head, the Elf-Prince turned to find Elrond stood gazing questioningly at him from the balcony.
“Forgive me, my Lord for I am earlier than you likely expected.” said Legolas whilst straightening up and regaining his usual statue of royalty. As a gesture of greetings the Elf-Prince brought his right hand up to his chest and graciously swept it away from his body. Lord Elrond returned this gesture not taking his eyes off the pained look in the Prince's face.
“You are always welcome in Imladris, Prince of Mirkwood. Though, you do not seem yourself. Are you injured?” replied the dark haired Elf having spotted a large cut across the Prince's face. At this Legolas drew his gaze away from the Elf-Lord and looked to the floor. “I am fine. I am not injured. I know what you are thinking, but this cut is nothing, just an accident.”
Sensing the upset in Legolas' voice, Elrond felt it would be better to approach the subject once he was settled in. Something was wrong, but he did not know what. It was obvious he had not been attacked. Although he was a great warrior, the likely hood of him coming back with only a scratch would be small. And normally an attack would not phase him thus.
“Alright Legolas, get settled in. I will have someone see to your horse. Estel and the twins are out in the woods for the day, they will be back soon as it is growing dark.”
“Hannon le, hir-nin. I am most grateful.” The Prince bowed to the Elf-Lord, then turned to enter the house.
Even when he is disturbed, he still remembers his manners. More than I can say for my own sons. Thranduil has either raised him very well, or far too harshly. Elrond mused. He then sat back down in his chair, and pondered on what could be bothering the Elf-Prince to make him look so dishevelled and broken.
So much for time to relax.
Hannon le - Thank you Hir-nin - My Lord
