Legolas and his friends didn't become some of the most important figures and assets in the Greenwood army by chance or by favoritism, they became that way because they simply didn't give Thranduil any other choice in the matter.
Aragorn finds himself unable to sleep, again, the pressures of being King and the anxiety of feeling like he doesn't have all the aswers that are expected of him. Feeling lost without his father there to guide him. Thankfully though, one of the only other Kings in Middle Earth just so happens to be visiting and offers a few stories for support.
This started as a 30-day challenge to post something 1000 words or less every day from a one-word prompt. I extended the challenge to 40 days, and now that I'm in school I find this too much fun to stop completely, and so I will be trying to update every weekend or every other weekend at the very least. Most of them are Legolas - Thranduil centered!
The Orcs are attacking Mirkwood like never before, with resources and reinforcements wearing thin Thranduil is forced form his halls and out onto the battlefield with his son. But after receiving an unpleasant head wont curtsey of an Orc Hammer, he begins reliving the pleasanter times spent under the tree's of the glade that is now their battleground.
"They are wild e fury of winter and the kindness of summer shimmer within their feral eyes. They are grace itself, dancing and walking beneath theses tree's like it was there born right to do so." Gimli considers and appraises the elven companions with whom he walks through Greenwood with.
After settling into a comfortable Inn for the night following the disappearance of the Orc pack they were hunting, tired and missing home Aragorn becomes interested in a farmers tale claiming to have spotted and Elf on his land. Much to Halbarad's displeasure of being drawn from his nice warm bed and even nicer barmaid.
Elves aren't meant to be away from nature, or deep in the tunnels of Moria. Its no wonder Legolas gets a little home sick.
The forest was silent and empty. Void of all creatures except for the wildlife and two lone elves making their way beneath the complicated labyrinth of tree's and roots. Just how they liked it.
All is gone, ripped away from him one after another. The battlefield is littered with those lost, but one body in particular acts as a knife to his already fragile soul. A desperate prayer is sent to any who will listen, the only prayer that had ever been granted. Set at the end of the War of the Last Alliance, when Gil-Galad fell.