My Own Elf:
MysticHakai24
Chapter Two: Out in the Freedom
It has been years since young Prince Aragorn of Gondor had found Legolas in the forest. As the days passed, Aragorn began to wonder more and more of why a child, so innocent and young, could be found in the wild where all could attack. But it mattered to Aragorn not, as of now that is.
The many years, a good five to six for a more accurate count, had not gone by without its suspicions. Many a time Lord Arathorn, current King of Gondor, had pondered over his son's ungradual change. It had happened so suddenly, Aragorn began staying in his room more than venturing in the wil like he used to love. And on occasions, he would have many conversations with the Royal Tailor, Arwen.
Arathorn let his more mature mind get ahead of him and he mentally kicked himself for thinking such thoughts. Aragorn, his son, fancying the fair Awren? It seemed impossible, for it was, and yet not unbelievable. The two had suddenly began to spend much time together, but fair Arwen was so much older then Aragorn! The King growled and kicked himself again for such inapporpriate thoughts.
Also, as a servant would pass by Aragorn's room, or whether a guard would be patroling that area, they could hear small whimpers in the room, and then a soft soothing voice. But they all shrugged it off. It did not go unnoticed, either, by the royal chefs that Aragorn was getting hungrier by the days for he snuck into the kitchens and out carrying more food with each day. But they simply thought of it as the time where all Men grew and needed more nutrients and meat to satisfy their bodies. And Aragorn let them think that.
But now, it had been a good five to six years since Aragorn had heard the mournful wail in the forest. And it was almost the day of Aragorn's birth once more. He ascended one year more into age and was now twelve. Actually, he would be officially labeled as twelve in a day and a few hours more. For Prince Aragorn had not been born until late in the evening of the next day.
Aragorn wished, hard and sincerely, that he could let Legolas out to play. For being seven and spending all those years of your life in a room in a rich and handsome palace did become weary and tiring. Legolas wanted to venture and be reckless, as most Elves were, in the wild. The blood in him of his now-mythical heritage was unrestful.
While Aragorn was out, Legolas walked out upon the white balcony. He squealed in delight and was happy to see the forests of old and new, to feel the light breeze of the wind blow in his now-long and golden hair, and to be free.
It was not truly being free, it was not really being able to just walk out. But it had been a while since Legolas had seen the skies once more or the great trees which bore such luscious fruit. And to breathe such natural and fresh air once more! To Legolas, a child trapped in secrecy for his heritage like a slave, it was greater than heaven.
Not thinking with his great mind, Legolas leaned over the marble bar and caught glance of a few guards and many fair maidens gossiping with each other. He squealed once more in delight, though a little too loudly for the guards raised their heads and caught glimpse of him in less than a moment. They closed in on the balcony, glancing and looking up, pointing at Legolas as if he were a trapped child. As if he were falling instead of just leaning over a little.
Legolas smiled at them innocently and ran back into Aragorn's room. The guards mistook this, and you could not blame them, as an invasion upon their future leader's own bedchamber. The guards ran into the room, knocking first of course so to show at least some respect. They scanned the room but found nothing of interest.
Being small, slender, and agile, Legolas crawled pass the unsuspecting guards and warriors. He had not believed that it could be so simple as to get past Aragorn, his adar's, soldiers. But being an Elf let him be silent and almost invisible in his pale silver-ish clothing.
Legolas had not tried to hide from the eyes of the people, but still he made it out without raising any suspicion. (They, as in the servants, all thought he was the child of one of the other maidens.) The doors leading out were heavy and could not be opened by Legolas. So he sat behind a white pillar, where there were not a lot of people running through. And there he stayed until a tall guard slammed the front doors opened. They parted widely and Legolas used this as a good chance to stretch his small legs and leave the palace for once.
He was not disobeying Aragorn, for he remembered Adar saying: "Just have fun and do not be caught, my fair Legolas." Being young of course did not let Legolas know of the true meaning of those words which were to stay put.
And Legolas ran through the door before they fell shut and was welcomed with the sight of nature, so real this time and so close so that he could touch. And touch he wanted to.
So he set to it.
Aragorn hated dressing up for many reasons. For one, the royal attire was tight and stuffy on him and two, he could never get them dirty which meant that he could not go outside to explore. But most importantly, he had to leave young Legolas with nothing to do.
Aragorn wished that the other tailors would just hurry, or that it could have at least benn Lady Arwen for they could speak of nature or of Legolas together. It seemed that fair Lady Arwen loved nature dearly, as much or perhaps more than those Elves do.
(Aragorn is innocent to the fact of Arwen's true nature.)
A knock on the door broke the Prince's thoughts and he let the person in. It was a warrior who patroled the outside borders in the daytime. "Yes, fellow warrior?" Aragorn said while trying no to move, for it angered the tailor.
"Prince Aragorn, sir. My men and I have seen a child hanging on your balcony. He ran into your bedchamber and by the time we wholy searched the room, he was gone. But some of the maidens said that they have seen him running through the main doors and into the old forests, sir. We do not think of this as very important, for it is a child, but we know the consequences of being in your room," the guard declared while bowing.
Aragorn's mind screamed: Legolas! but he asked, "What did the child appear as?"
"His hair is of finely-spooled gold which is long down past his shoulders, he is short and wore beautiful silver clothing. His facial appearence is unnatural and eerie, as in his beauty is of pale and a mischievious gleam in his large, emerald eyes."
Aragorn was in no doubt now. He ripped away from the tailor causing her to curse and scowl and he put on his vest and grabbed his daggers. "There is not emergency," Aragorn lied. "But I will search for the child in the woods for good experience as I have not ventured in the wild for loong a time. Do not follow me or try finding me until nightfall."
He came to the large main doors and pushed them open. As they spread, Aragorn felt redeemed in the sun's natural light. "It has been too long," he muttered softly, "I have been imprisoned for far too long a time." But his thoughts were on Legolas. And although the boy was lost, Aragorn could not help bu feel happy that he could play around and get dirty and run without being scolded for. He was out.
And the reason was to find his young Elf.
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Er, was that okay? I hope it went all right, the chapter, I mean. Thank you for the reviews! It made me really excited! ^-^
I just had to make a Hide-and-Seek part. The birthday part will come though. And I'm having trouble on how to fit in the slash, maybe I won't have it because of Legolas being so young. But it's all up to you. A writer does a lot (not everything) for his / her readers! ^-^
And I just saw The Two Towers! It was so cool! Did anyone notice the A/L hints or am I just being paranoid? Anyway, I'll try to get the next chapter out quickly. Review if you will to support me!
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MysticHakai24
Chapter Two: Out in the Freedom
It has been years since young Prince Aragorn of Gondor had found Legolas in the forest. As the days passed, Aragorn began to wonder more and more of why a child, so innocent and young, could be found in the wild where all could attack. But it mattered to Aragorn not, as of now that is.
The many years, a good five to six for a more accurate count, had not gone by without its suspicions. Many a time Lord Arathorn, current King of Gondor, had pondered over his son's ungradual change. It had happened so suddenly, Aragorn began staying in his room more than venturing in the wil like he used to love. And on occasions, he would have many conversations with the Royal Tailor, Arwen.
Arathorn let his more mature mind get ahead of him and he mentally kicked himself for thinking such thoughts. Aragorn, his son, fancying the fair Awren? It seemed impossible, for it was, and yet not unbelievable. The two had suddenly began to spend much time together, but fair Arwen was so much older then Aragorn! The King growled and kicked himself again for such inapporpriate thoughts.
Also, as a servant would pass by Aragorn's room, or whether a guard would be patroling that area, they could hear small whimpers in the room, and then a soft soothing voice. But they all shrugged it off. It did not go unnoticed, either, by the royal chefs that Aragorn was getting hungrier by the days for he snuck into the kitchens and out carrying more food with each day. But they simply thought of it as the time where all Men grew and needed more nutrients and meat to satisfy their bodies. And Aragorn let them think that.
But now, it had been a good five to six years since Aragorn had heard the mournful wail in the forest. And it was almost the day of Aragorn's birth once more. He ascended one year more into age and was now twelve. Actually, he would be officially labeled as twelve in a day and a few hours more. For Prince Aragorn had not been born until late in the evening of the next day.
Aragorn wished, hard and sincerely, that he could let Legolas out to play. For being seven and spending all those years of your life in a room in a rich and handsome palace did become weary and tiring. Legolas wanted to venture and be reckless, as most Elves were, in the wild. The blood in him of his now-mythical heritage was unrestful.
While Aragorn was out, Legolas walked out upon the white balcony. He squealed in delight and was happy to see the forests of old and new, to feel the light breeze of the wind blow in his now-long and golden hair, and to be free.
It was not truly being free, it was not really being able to just walk out. But it had been a while since Legolas had seen the skies once more or the great trees which bore such luscious fruit. And to breathe such natural and fresh air once more! To Legolas, a child trapped in secrecy for his heritage like a slave, it was greater than heaven.
Not thinking with his great mind, Legolas leaned over the marble bar and caught glance of a few guards and many fair maidens gossiping with each other. He squealed once more in delight, though a little too loudly for the guards raised their heads and caught glimpse of him in less than a moment. They closed in on the balcony, glancing and looking up, pointing at Legolas as if he were a trapped child. As if he were falling instead of just leaning over a little.
Legolas smiled at them innocently and ran back into Aragorn's room. The guards mistook this, and you could not blame them, as an invasion upon their future leader's own bedchamber. The guards ran into the room, knocking first of course so to show at least some respect. They scanned the room but found nothing of interest.
Being small, slender, and agile, Legolas crawled pass the unsuspecting guards and warriors. He had not believed that it could be so simple as to get past Aragorn, his adar's, soldiers. But being an Elf let him be silent and almost invisible in his pale silver-ish clothing.
Legolas had not tried to hide from the eyes of the people, but still he made it out without raising any suspicion. (They, as in the servants, all thought he was the child of one of the other maidens.) The doors leading out were heavy and could not be opened by Legolas. So he sat behind a white pillar, where there were not a lot of people running through. And there he stayed until a tall guard slammed the front doors opened. They parted widely and Legolas used this as a good chance to stretch his small legs and leave the palace for once.
He was not disobeying Aragorn, for he remembered Adar saying: "Just have fun and do not be caught, my fair Legolas." Being young of course did not let Legolas know of the true meaning of those words which were to stay put.
And Legolas ran through the door before they fell shut and was welcomed with the sight of nature, so real this time and so close so that he could touch. And touch he wanted to.
So he set to it.
Aragorn hated dressing up for many reasons. For one, the royal attire was tight and stuffy on him and two, he could never get them dirty which meant that he could not go outside to explore. But most importantly, he had to leave young Legolas with nothing to do.
Aragorn wished that the other tailors would just hurry, or that it could have at least benn Lady Arwen for they could speak of nature or of Legolas together. It seemed that fair Lady Arwen loved nature dearly, as much or perhaps more than those Elves do.
(Aragorn is innocent to the fact of Arwen's true nature.)
A knock on the door broke the Prince's thoughts and he let the person in. It was a warrior who patroled the outside borders in the daytime. "Yes, fellow warrior?" Aragorn said while trying no to move, for it angered the tailor.
"Prince Aragorn, sir. My men and I have seen a child hanging on your balcony. He ran into your bedchamber and by the time we wholy searched the room, he was gone. But some of the maidens said that they have seen him running through the main doors and into the old forests, sir. We do not think of this as very important, for it is a child, but we know the consequences of being in your room," the guard declared while bowing.
Aragorn's mind screamed: Legolas! but he asked, "What did the child appear as?"
"His hair is of finely-spooled gold which is long down past his shoulders, he is short and wore beautiful silver clothing. His facial appearence is unnatural and eerie, as in his beauty is of pale and a mischievious gleam in his large, emerald eyes."
Aragorn was in no doubt now. He ripped away from the tailor causing her to curse and scowl and he put on his vest and grabbed his daggers. "There is not emergency," Aragorn lied. "But I will search for the child in the woods for good experience as I have not ventured in the wild for loong a time. Do not follow me or try finding me until nightfall."
He came to the large main doors and pushed them open. As they spread, Aragorn felt redeemed in the sun's natural light. "It has been too long," he muttered softly, "I have been imprisoned for far too long a time." But his thoughts were on Legolas. And although the boy was lost, Aragorn could not help bu feel happy that he could play around and get dirty and run without being scolded for. He was out.
And the reason was to find his young Elf.
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Er, was that okay? I hope it went all right, the chapter, I mean. Thank you for the reviews! It made me really excited! ^-^
I just had to make a Hide-and-Seek part. The birthday part will come though. And I'm having trouble on how to fit in the slash, maybe I won't have it because of Legolas being so young. But it's all up to you. A writer does a lot (not everything) for his / her readers! ^-^
And I just saw The Two Towers! It was so cool! Did anyone notice the A/L hints or am I just being paranoid? Anyway, I'll try to get the next chapter out quickly. Review if you will to support me!
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