(Estel/ Aragon's POV):
I watched in amusement as my dear friend ran swiftly ahead of the rest of the company jumping up through the trees and taking the time to speak with each one that crossed his path.
The light shining in through the branches reflected off of his fine golden hair making him look like somewhat like an angel.
In the many summers that I have come to know my dear friend Legolas I am always amazed time and time again at his connection with the trees.
I have known many elves in my time on middle earth and I have never met one quite like Legolas.
One can just feel the trees happiness throughout the air when he is around.
The trees love the elves, especially wood elves, and especially Legolas.
"Blasted elf" Gimli muttered behind me on my horse "conversing with trees leaving us behind in these blasted woods"!
His words, though not meant to be, were spoken with affection and I knew that just like everyone else who has had the pleasure to meet Legolas, the wood elf had won over his heart.
The closer we traveled to Legolas's homeland of Mirkwood I watched the golden prince's excitement grow while my own nerves threated to consume me.
More than once I seriously considered finding some plausible excuse that would convince the company to head anywhere else really.
But every time I gathered up the courage, the happiness and joy on my friends face shut me down in a heartbeat.
Oh just get a grip I told myself, you too are a king now, you have seen many battles, fought many enemies, and was a member of the fellowship of the ring, you can handle Thranduil.
For Thranduil was whom I was so terrified of.
I can recall many times in which I have meet the king of Mirkwood.
I also, can recall many times in which Legolas and I have returned injured and on deaths doorstep. This would more often times than not lead to seeing the king's overprotective father nature which I must say is even worse than ada's!
Whatever, will the king think, me, letting his son travel on one of the most dangerous quests in the history of middle earth! The elf that can find danger and harm on a simple walk in the woods off facing armies of orcs, wargs, and even Sauron himself!
Yeah, I cannot see that conversation going over to well.
I looked over to see that the four hobbit were staring around them in awe of the Mirkwood realm from atop there ponies oblivious to my discomfort and trepidation.
Gimli however, was not so easily fooled.
"Whatever has gotten you so worried"? "I have never seen you like this not even when faced with an entire orc army armed with nothing but your sword"!
"Trust me my dear friend at this moment I would face five orc armies with pleasure if it meant that I do not have to travel on".
I could feel that Gimli was beyond confused
"I am not one to converse with elves myself but surely Legolas's kin are not that terrible! I mean yes they did put my father in there dungeons for some time, but surely they would not do that to the heroes of middle earth and friends to Legolas"!
"My dear Gimli, you have yet to meet Legolas's dear father, King Thranduil, and when you do you had better hope and pray to the Valar that he does not find you a threat to his son, or you will be wishing that you too are facing an army of orcs".
"The king for lack of a better word is very…..protective especially since his wife was killed many centuries ago. He loves his son with all of his heart and soul and I do not envy anyone who has ever caused harm to Legolas and had the horrifying experience on facing his father".
I spoke these words with dead seriousness and I could feel Gimli shifting around behind me as though he too was contemplating running for his life.
"I would not bother dear friend, for we are very close to the palace now and Thranduil surely has received word of our arrival. I expect that we shall meet up with a patrol any time now."
Sure enough after a few moments the unmistakable sound of hoof beats sounded in the distance.
"Brace yourself Gimli, for we are about to face something more terrifying then orcs, more dangerous than wargs, we are about to see; a father's wrath".