A Father's Wrath
Shaking my brother and I made our way slowly up to the large gates of the Mirkwood realm.
Really it hardly seemed fair that we should be subjected, by our own father none the less, to the horrific, absolutely terrifying task of informing the king of his son's rash decision to join none other then the fellowship of the ring. Who just happened to be on there way to the one and only Mordor.
Sure we may have added a little bit of green dye to his shampoo and sure maybe it was at the time when Rivendell was hosting a important meeting with the other realms at the time, but really it surely was not so bad as to receive a punishment such as this.
"Daro"! Yelled down a guard at the gates, "What business do you have here"?
"We request a meeting with your king regarding his son Legolas".
With that the gate swung open and we were met by Daeron, Thranduil's captain of the Mirkwood army and close friend to the royal family.
"Well, well, well what has our prince gotten himself into this time! He asked with a wide grin. "I swear that elf manages to find himself in trouble wherever he goes"!
It was very true that our good friend Legolas had the uncanny ability to run into orcs or some kind of danger even in his own backyard, and it was a miracle if he came back from a trip without injury.
Still however, so very terrified of what was to come, my brother and I merely nodded our heads in a agreement.
Laughing at out horrified expressions Daeron motioned for us to follow him.
"Come I am sure that the king cannot wait to hear what you have to say"!
Walking up to the palace entrance I felt all eyes on us.
I could see numerous elves all around whispering and betting on just how long we would last.
It extremely was well known how protective and loving the king was of his son Legolas and to say he would not take this well was a huge understatement.
"Elrohir, if we don't make it out of this just know that I will forever cherish our pranks and time together, I could not have asked for a better twin".
"Aye, same to you".
Listen to us it sounded as though we were walking up to the gate of Mordor, which I actually would have preferred at this moment in time.
Entering the palace through the large stone doors I felt very much trapped as the doors swung shut closing us in.
In an attempt to stall the inevitable Elrohir and tried anything and everything to delay our journey to the throne room.
However, Daeron was not easily tricked and did not fall for any of our desperate attempts.
Preparing to turn to the right as I had done many times before on my way to the throne room on past visits to see Legolas, I was surprised when we not only turned to the left but then continued up a flight of stairs.
"Are we not going to the throne room"? I questioned Daeron curiously.
"Nope, Thranduil requested that you met him in his study".
Visibly gulping I shared a nervous glance with my brother.
At least in the throne room there was a chance that some advisor or consoler would be there or come in with a message momentarily distracting the king and giving us a chance to escape.
It Legolas made it home alive I am personally going to kill him for putting us in this position!
Before we knew it the intricate wooden door of the kings study came into view.
Stepping up to the door Daeron knocked once before opening the door and motioning us inside.