Post by Legolas on Mar 26, 2015 18:53:46 GMT
Legolas had sneaked out of his father’s halls.
Again.
He knew that he shouldn’t make a habit of it, that his father would be angry and disappointed to hear that his son had, once again, slipped through the gates and passed the guards to wander the woods alone but he really couldn’t being around anyone else. It had been years since his mother had died and Legolas knew that the pain should have lessened a long time ago and, he supposed, it had. What had not faded was the anger, the near constant, boiling anger that made him train constantly, that made him lash out at those around him. The merriment of the other elves grated on his ears and made him flush with anger, why should they happy when Legolas felt nothing but anger and pain and emptiness? Why should they still be able to laugh and joke when all Legolas could think about was the revenge he hope to have one day? No, he couldn’t stand to be around the carefree guards and not even Gwindir could offer him the kind of companionship he needed. Gwindir, who smiled and laughed and made Legolas forget his anger for a few blissful moments, who could pull Legolas away from his manic training and get him to calm down, who could wipe away the young elf’s frustrated tears and tell him that everything was going to be alright. Even Gwindir was pushing the boundaries of Legolas’ patience.
Going to his sister was out of the question too. The, somewhat surprising, age gap between Legolas and his siblings had always meant that they were never as close as they perhaps could have been and after his mother’s death the gap between them had grown. They had all mourned in their separate ways and Legolas had sought comfort in solitude and in his father once he realised his sisters had withdrawn from him. Now the time for mourning had long passed for anyone other than their father and Legolas felt isolated even in the company of his sisters, it was almost as though they barely knew him and, in turn, he barely knew them. Legolas would find no peace in their company.
To find peace Legolas had had to sneak out of the halls and in to the forest and as high in to the tree tops as he could make it. And there he sat, high in the canopy, completely alone, watching the wind blow through the leaves, thinking of everything and nothing.
There we go, I hope it's okay. I know it's not much but I couldn't really think of what to write for the beginning of Legolas' and Tauriel's first meeting
Again.
He knew that he shouldn’t make a habit of it, that his father would be angry and disappointed to hear that his son had, once again, slipped through the gates and passed the guards to wander the woods alone but he really couldn’t being around anyone else. It had been years since his mother had died and Legolas knew that the pain should have lessened a long time ago and, he supposed, it had. What had not faded was the anger, the near constant, boiling anger that made him train constantly, that made him lash out at those around him. The merriment of the other elves grated on his ears and made him flush with anger, why should they happy when Legolas felt nothing but anger and pain and emptiness? Why should they still be able to laugh and joke when all Legolas could think about was the revenge he hope to have one day? No, he couldn’t stand to be around the carefree guards and not even Gwindir could offer him the kind of companionship he needed. Gwindir, who smiled and laughed and made Legolas forget his anger for a few blissful moments, who could pull Legolas away from his manic training and get him to calm down, who could wipe away the young elf’s frustrated tears and tell him that everything was going to be alright. Even Gwindir was pushing the boundaries of Legolas’ patience.
Going to his sister was out of the question too. The, somewhat surprising, age gap between Legolas and his siblings had always meant that they were never as close as they perhaps could have been and after his mother’s death the gap between them had grown. They had all mourned in their separate ways and Legolas had sought comfort in solitude and in his father once he realised his sisters had withdrawn from him. Now the time for mourning had long passed for anyone other than their father and Legolas felt isolated even in the company of his sisters, it was almost as though they barely knew him and, in turn, he barely knew them. Legolas would find no peace in their company.
To find peace Legolas had had to sneak out of the halls and in to the forest and as high in to the tree tops as he could make it. And there he sat, high in the canopy, completely alone, watching the wind blow through the leaves, thinking of everything and nothing.
There we go, I hope it's okay. I know it's not much but I couldn't really think of what to write for the beginning of Legolas' and Tauriel's first meeting
