Post by Móreadhiel on Jun 13, 2006 14:30:57 GMT -5
Aragorn turned on his heel and smiled as he put his hand out, motioning towards the room before them.
“And this is the dining hall, we will be celebrating your safe arrival tonight in this very hall.”
Both the king and prince looked in, their eyes almost going wide at the very size of the hall.
“My. This is much larger than ours at home, isn’t it, Legolas?”
The younger, blonde elf nodded, still a bit awestruck by the size. He looked away to see the humor trapped on the man’s face. The strange thing Legolas noticed that his father obviously had not was that the humor did not go to the young man’s eyes, in fact, no emotion was held there. Only a blank look, as if he noticed nothing.
He opened his mouth, but remembered when the words became trapped in his throat, he gulped and stood up straight, watching the young man intently as his father gazed inside the room.
“Shall we move on?” the human asked, slowly pulling back and turning the corner.
Thranduil smiled and looked up at his son, the young elf’s eyes were clouded with suspicion and mystery.
“Come Legolas.” he said pulling the younger elf along with him. He would ask his son what was wrong later, they could not keep their host’s son waiting. Oh no, that would be misfortunate indeed.
They followed the dark haired man down the richly decorated hall, the sunlight splayed through bedroom windows and open doors, Legolas breathed the air deeply and felt a peace come about his own frame. He smiled, the first true smile a long while.
Aragorn stopped at another door, though this one was already open. Sunlight flooded into the hallway and the two elves stepped in.
Legolas gasped as he saw, all around him were, books. Old books, new books, books of all colors shapes and sizes.
A parchment map of Middle-Earth was hung upon the far wall, mahogany wood framed the borders and warm rays of sun fell upon different lands.
“Oh Legolas?” the elf king breathed. Sure, he had seen libraries, and he felt odd about not being in one for quite some time of late, but this! Oh Eru! This was beautiful.
All the wood inside was made of a deep mahogany that set the reds and maroons off and showed the trued kingliness that the room held.
“I spend most of my time here.” Aragorn said after a while. He did not read the books, for he could not, but he loved to sit upon the couch in the warm sun and feel the rays upon his face.
And sometimes, when his brothers were home, or Glorfindel, or Erestor had nothing to do, they would read him a story while he lay upon the burgundy couch.
“Truly Estel, you live in a fair land.” the elven king turned to the human and smiled deeply, his own eyes alight with how spectacular the room truly was. It even held an air about it, as if it was made for only those of special purpose.
“As I have said, this room along with all, is for you both to use as you reside here. Do not be fearful to come and read or even sleep.” the human’s grin made Thranduil laugh and he patted the boy’s shoulder. “You are a son of Elrond.” he chuckled. “No one could sleep so in such a room than Lord Elrond himself, I mean that in the highest respect though.”
Estel acquiesced, “You do not offend Lord Elrond, he does sleep more here than even his own bed chamber.”
Aragorn thought a moment and turned. “We must finish, dinner will be ready soon and I am sure you are both famished.”
The young man disappeared and Legolas grasped his father’s tunic, pulling the older elf to a halt.
“Legolas?!” the king spoke a little tired of his son’s suspicion of this man.
The prince sighed and pointed towards his own eyes and made a fluttering movement with his hand, rolling his silver-blue eyes a bit in the process.
Thranduil grabbed his son’s hand gently and put it back down. “Legolas? How can you say such about our hosts? There is nothing wrong with Estel?”
Aragorn entered, too absorbed by the new headache that had taken hold to have heard any of their words.
The man grimaced inwardly and touched his temple, sighing. “We must be moving onward, my lords?” he winced barely as his own voice sounded incredibly loud.
King Thranduil did not notice, he was too busy patting his son upon the shoulder.
He turned, missing the young human’s outward signs, he smiled. “Yes, I think we should also.”
Aragorn tried to smile and bowed. “Actually my lords, the last and final thing I have to show is your room, I assume you would want a double bedroom, am I not correct?”
Thranduil turned and Legolas shrugged, far too intent on starring at Estel’s blank eyes to care.
“That would be fine.” The king said pulling his son with him.
Aragorn turned sharply and led the two elves down another long corridor of endless tapestries and doors.
Finally, the man before him stopped and Thranduil stopped, letting Legolas bump into him.
“This will be your room.” the man said opening the door slowly so that fading light fell through and bounced off the beautiful white marble floor.
Legolas went before his father, he looked into Aragorn’s eyes once more before entering the elegant room.
Thranduil followed behind and they both stared upon the beautiful white walls, swirled with cream, yellow rays from the sun almost seemed to make everything move in graceful manner.
Both beds had dark maroon quilts and soft white sheets, accompanied by fluffy down pillows.
“Well, I will leave you both to yourselves, and I will be back this evening to escort you down to the dining hall. Do you have need of anything?”
Thranduil turned, he had to work very hard to keep the surprise out of his face and voice. “Everything is wonderful, thank you, Estel. May we have some bathing water?”
The man bowed low and smiled. “Why yes, I will send some of the servants up with it right away.”
Estel stood for a few moments, and Thranduil looked back, noticing that he was waiting to be dismissed.
“You may go, lad. Thank you.” with those last words, the young man bowed once more and turned walking away and letting the door close gently.
Thranduil made his way out onto the veranda, the sounds of the roaring falls called in his ears and he watched as birds dove low chirped at others.
“Is this not paradise, Legolas?” he asked, not looking back to the young elf.
The prince nodded and stepped forward, catching his father’s arm he slipped a piece of parchment into the graceful hands.
The king read the elvish script, his brows furrowing as he grew angry with his son.
“Legolas?!” he breathed, looking into his son’s silver-blue eyes. “You should not write such, Estel has treated us far better than he had too, and he acted happy about it! How can you know what you write?”
The prince stood tall and looked into his father’s eyes, he placed a hand on his father’s shoulder.
“No, Legolas. You may be smart. But you should not judge those sorts of things.”
The prince sighed and walked to his own bed, flopping down upon it he crossed his arms over his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
“And this is the dining hall, we will be celebrating your safe arrival tonight in this very hall.”
Both the king and prince looked in, their eyes almost going wide at the very size of the hall.
“My. This is much larger than ours at home, isn’t it, Legolas?”
The younger, blonde elf nodded, still a bit awestruck by the size. He looked away to see the humor trapped on the man’s face. The strange thing Legolas noticed that his father obviously had not was that the humor did not go to the young man’s eyes, in fact, no emotion was held there. Only a blank look, as if he noticed nothing.
He opened his mouth, but remembered when the words became trapped in his throat, he gulped and stood up straight, watching the young man intently as his father gazed inside the room.
“Shall we move on?” the human asked, slowly pulling back and turning the corner.
Thranduil smiled and looked up at his son, the young elf’s eyes were clouded with suspicion and mystery.
“Come Legolas.” he said pulling the younger elf along with him. He would ask his son what was wrong later, they could not keep their host’s son waiting. Oh no, that would be misfortunate indeed.
They followed the dark haired man down the richly decorated hall, the sunlight splayed through bedroom windows and open doors, Legolas breathed the air deeply and felt a peace come about his own frame. He smiled, the first true smile a long while.
Aragorn stopped at another door, though this one was already open. Sunlight flooded into the hallway and the two elves stepped in.
Legolas gasped as he saw, all around him were, books. Old books, new books, books of all colors shapes and sizes.
A parchment map of Middle-Earth was hung upon the far wall, mahogany wood framed the borders and warm rays of sun fell upon different lands.
“Oh Legolas?” the elf king breathed. Sure, he had seen libraries, and he felt odd about not being in one for quite some time of late, but this! Oh Eru! This was beautiful.
All the wood inside was made of a deep mahogany that set the reds and maroons off and showed the trued kingliness that the room held.
“I spend most of my time here.” Aragorn said after a while. He did not read the books, for he could not, but he loved to sit upon the couch in the warm sun and feel the rays upon his face.
And sometimes, when his brothers were home, or Glorfindel, or Erestor had nothing to do, they would read him a story while he lay upon the burgundy couch.
“Truly Estel, you live in a fair land.” the elven king turned to the human and smiled deeply, his own eyes alight with how spectacular the room truly was. It even held an air about it, as if it was made for only those of special purpose.
“As I have said, this room along with all, is for you both to use as you reside here. Do not be fearful to come and read or even sleep.” the human’s grin made Thranduil laugh and he patted the boy’s shoulder. “You are a son of Elrond.” he chuckled. “No one could sleep so in such a room than Lord Elrond himself, I mean that in the highest respect though.”
Estel acquiesced, “You do not offend Lord Elrond, he does sleep more here than even his own bed chamber.”
Aragorn thought a moment and turned. “We must finish, dinner will be ready soon and I am sure you are both famished.”
The young man disappeared and Legolas grasped his father’s tunic, pulling the older elf to a halt.
“Legolas?!” the king spoke a little tired of his son’s suspicion of this man.
The prince sighed and pointed towards his own eyes and made a fluttering movement with his hand, rolling his silver-blue eyes a bit in the process.
Thranduil grabbed his son’s hand gently and put it back down. “Legolas? How can you say such about our hosts? There is nothing wrong with Estel?”
Aragorn entered, too absorbed by the new headache that had taken hold to have heard any of their words.
The man grimaced inwardly and touched his temple, sighing. “We must be moving onward, my lords?” he winced barely as his own voice sounded incredibly loud.
King Thranduil did not notice, he was too busy patting his son upon the shoulder.
He turned, missing the young human’s outward signs, he smiled. “Yes, I think we should also.”
Aragorn tried to smile and bowed. “Actually my lords, the last and final thing I have to show is your room, I assume you would want a double bedroom, am I not correct?”
Thranduil turned and Legolas shrugged, far too intent on starring at Estel’s blank eyes to care.
“That would be fine.” The king said pulling his son with him.
Aragorn turned sharply and led the two elves down another long corridor of endless tapestries and doors.
Finally, the man before him stopped and Thranduil stopped, letting Legolas bump into him.
“This will be your room.” the man said opening the door slowly so that fading light fell through and bounced off the beautiful white marble floor.
Legolas went before his father, he looked into Aragorn’s eyes once more before entering the elegant room.
Thranduil followed behind and they both stared upon the beautiful white walls, swirled with cream, yellow rays from the sun almost seemed to make everything move in graceful manner.
Both beds had dark maroon quilts and soft white sheets, accompanied by fluffy down pillows.
“Well, I will leave you both to yourselves, and I will be back this evening to escort you down to the dining hall. Do you have need of anything?”
Thranduil turned, he had to work very hard to keep the surprise out of his face and voice. “Everything is wonderful, thank you, Estel. May we have some bathing water?”
The man bowed low and smiled. “Why yes, I will send some of the servants up with it right away.”
Estel stood for a few moments, and Thranduil looked back, noticing that he was waiting to be dismissed.
“You may go, lad. Thank you.” with those last words, the young man bowed once more and turned walking away and letting the door close gently.
Thranduil made his way out onto the veranda, the sounds of the roaring falls called in his ears and he watched as birds dove low chirped at others.
“Is this not paradise, Legolas?” he asked, not looking back to the young elf.
The prince nodded and stepped forward, catching his father’s arm he slipped a piece of parchment into the graceful hands.
The king read the elvish script, his brows furrowing as he grew angry with his son.
“Legolas?!” he breathed, looking into his son’s silver-blue eyes. “You should not write such, Estel has treated us far better than he had too, and he acted happy about it! How can you know what you write?”
The prince stood tall and looked into his father’s eyes, he placed a hand on his father’s shoulder.
“No, Legolas. You may be smart. But you should not judge those sorts of things.”
The prince sighed and walked to his own bed, flopping down upon it he crossed his arms over his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
