The Jewel of Mirkwood
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
145
Views:
9,588
Reviews:
361
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Circlet of Love.
Chapter 47
Legolas hummed cheerfully to himself as he scrubbed his hair clean with the fragrant smelling soaps Filgree had brought for him at the market. His tutor had spent most of the day, buying things at the market for Legolas’ celebration. Legolas had been out hunting with Haldir, Lord Celeborn and Lord Elrond, apparently continuing a tradition of male elves in Lorien. Legolas had cared little for the hunting trip, although the time he had spent with his father had been good the idea of hunting defenceless animals had rather turned his stomach. Never the less it had still be a good morning of many praises and well wishes now that he had officially come of age.
Today he turned 500. No longer an elfling but a grown elf capable of making his own decisions and free to do what he wished. In all honesty though he felt very much the same as he did yesterday and he found himself a little dissappointed. Not that he had been expecting to feel any different. He and Glorfindel had discussed Glorfindel’s own coming of age during their conversations and Legolas had been fascinated to hear how those elves in Gondolin celebrated their coming of age. The seneschal had assured Legolas that he would feel no different but had mentioned that some elves coming of age had been known to suddenly grow big ears and that their hair turned green. However having woken up this morning in a panic and found that neither his ears nor his hair had changed Legolas now believed that Glorfindel had been teasing him and was looking forward to tonight when he could get the cheeky elder elf back.
Legolas smiled to himself at the image the blonde haired seneschal provided. Over the past two days he and Glorfindel had spent a lot of time with one another and Legolas had found himself enjoying every moment of the elder elf’s companionship. Having been allowed to converse with the Imaldris elf freely, Legolas had found out more and more about the elf he’d first met in Mirkwood. Glorfindel told the very best stories about his adventures in Middle Earth and Legolas found himself in hysterics at the elder elf’s dry sense of humour and the teasing of Erestor. Legolas was kept entertained for hours with talking to Glorfindel and the young princund und himself wistfully wishing he could never stop hearing Glorfindel’s musical voice around him.
Legolas could not suppress the contented sigh that escaped his lips as he closed his eyes and remembered the way Glorfindel had looked when they’d first met. In his mind Legolas allowed his eyes to roam over Glorfindel’s physique. Legolas could remember every detail of the handsome elf, from the way Glorfindel’s green eyes sparkled in the candle light to the snug fit of his silver leggings, and the way his tunic clung to hill mll muscled upper body. Involuntarily Legolas licked his suddenly dry lips as his memories lingered on the way Glorfindel had looked at him from across the banquet table in Thranduil’s hall.
“Legolas! Can you not here me calling! Remove yourself from the bath and dress yourself or we will be late!” Legolas all but jumped from the rock pool, startled, as Filgree’s voice cut loudly through his pleasant memories of Glorfindel. Filgree stood glaring at Legolas, with his hands on his hips in the entrance to the bathing room.
”Sorry Filgree I was just thinking.” Filgree rolled his eyes and handed his charge a towel to dry himself with as Legolas rose from the bath.
“Oh yes and what about may I ask that distracts you into deafness?” Legolas blushed regretfully for having ignored his tutor’s call before he quickly followed Filgree back into his talon to begin getting dressed for the festivities.
“I was thinking about Lord Glorfindel.” Filgree coughed and spluttered on the small glass of spring water he’d poured for himself having heard Legolas’ reply. He had not expected the prince to answer him but he should have known better than to underestimate Legolas’ boldness.
“Aye, well I am sure Lord Glorfindel will be pleased to know that you were thinking about him in the bath tub.” Legolas rolled his eyes and sighed heavily as he quickly towelled himself dry in front of the fire. Sometimes Filgree’s sarcasm was a little to much to bear. “Good now quickly put these on and then I will braid your hair.” Legolas’ mind was far away thinking about Glorfindel to acknowledge Filgree’s doting and so merely went along with his tutor’s instructions. Taking the green leggings Filgree had handed him Legolas dropped his towel and sat down on the end of the bed to pull them on. Filgree had seen him naked for a long time so it didn’t bother Legolas that the tutor promptly sat behind him on the bed and began quickly and expertly braiding his wet hair.
“Filgree, do you think Lord Glorfindel would dance with me tonight if I asked him to?” Legolas obediently cocked his head to the other side as Filgree began braiding the strands on the opposite side of his head.
”Well I do not see why not. Although I’d advise dancing a few with other people first for practice so that you do not embarrass yourself by treading on his toes.” Filgree chuckled to himself having remembered the few very painful practices he’d had with Legolas when teaching the young elfling to dance. Legolas nodded understandingly as Filgree finished braiding his hair and bid him to stand up and pull on his tunic.
“You look very nice Filgree.” The dark haired tutor smiled appreciatively of his young charge and consciously smoothed a wrinkle from his own silver tunic. It was not as elaborately adorned as Legolas emerald green one but it was simply designed and suited his personality well.
“Thank-you Legolas you look as handsome as always. It hardly seems but a moment ago when you were a babe in my arms.” Legolas stood still as Filgree straightened out his tunic insuring everything was perfectly immaculate before stepping back and admiring the prince’s appearance with satisfaction but also with sadness. Legolas sensed his tutor’s sadness and stepped forward to gently embrace his long time friend in a deep hug. For a while they stayed close together until Filgree pulled away and carelessly wiped a stray tear from his cheek with Legolas’ discarded towel. “Well now there is just one finishing touch.” Legolas frowned in confusion as he turned to look at himself in the mirror. To himself he looked fine and that there was nothing more he could add. He was particularly pleased with the high-necked tunic that covered the bandages still strapped around his injured neck. Filgree returned from rummaging through his packages from the market with a large square velvet covered box. “Thranduil left this for you. He had it made a few weeks before the incident in Mirkwood. He was going to give it to you himself when you came of age but seeing as though he’s returned to Mird hed he left it for me to give to you instead.” Legolas watched patiently intrigued as Filgree unlocked the velvet box and opened it. “It’s made of Mithiral, crafted especially for you by the dwarves in the mountains. You wear it as a symbol of your position with in the royal family. You may have seen both your brothers wearing one that they were given upon their own coming of age, although theirs are different to this one.” Legolas turned and watched his reflection in the looking glass as Filgree removed the silver circlet from it’s box and settled it comfortably upon Legolas head before weaving his braids around it a few times to insure it stayed in place. “There how do you like it? I can take it off if you don’t want to wear it.” Filgree stepped back from Legolas and allowed the young prince to stare at his reflection for a long moment his eyes trained on the silver circlet atop his head.
“It is simple and I like it but what will they all think? I am not……..” Legolas was abruptly cut off by Filgree who stepped back up behind him and encircled the prince’s waist with his arms in a reassuring hug.
“Do not say that Legolas because it is untrue. You are still Thranduil’s son in blood and you were raised as a prince of Mirkwood. You are and always will be Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood even if you do not reside there permanently.” Filgree smiled encouragingly as Legolas continued to stare at his reflection in the mirror still a little unsure about the crown upon his head. “And what they will think, well do you care? You will be the most handsome prince in the room and that is all that matters.” Legolas blushed a deep crimson colour at Filgree’s praise before turning hastily and enveloping his tutor in another huge hug.
“Thank-you Filgree. I would not know what to do with myself without you.” The dark haired tutor groaned and rolled his eyes.
”I bet I know what you would do without me, you would run riot around Lorien driving Haldir insane with your wonderful capabilities of finding trouble.” Both elves broke into a fit of laughter at Filgree’s declaration and unfortunately Legolas could not agree more with his tutor’s predictions. The sound of bells ringing throughout the city signalled the gathering of the feast and Legolas couldn’t help but smiled in delight. Despite the cold night he was looking forward to the evening, he had never been to a feast before and been allowed to stay the entire night. “Come along Legolas grab your cloak. We do not want to be late for your own coming of age feast!” Legolas could hardly contain his excitement as he watched Filgree blow out all the candles in the talon and insuring the fire was well stoked for when they returned. “Go Legolas!” With an impatient hand Filgree grabbed his own cloak and ushered the nervous but excited Legolas from the talon. Together they walked side by side towards the great elvan hall. Legolas thoughts filled with wonderment and a certain elf Lord while Filgree’s thoughts were filled with wine and merry making. It was going to be a very long evening.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
(A/N) Sorry you all bagged me out for making Thranduil a bad arsed father so I bowed to your almighty hand in this chapter and made him look better. Although this will be the last we see of him for a while. *dances and sings* Legolas loves Glorfy, Legolas loves Glorfy.
Legolas hummed cheerfully to himself as he scrubbed his hair clean with the fragrant smelling soaps Filgree had brought for him at the market. His tutor had spent most of the day, buying things at the market for Legolas’ celebration. Legolas had been out hunting with Haldir, Lord Celeborn and Lord Elrond, apparently continuing a tradition of male elves in Lorien. Legolas had cared little for the hunting trip, although the time he had spent with his father had been good the idea of hunting defenceless animals had rather turned his stomach. Never the less it had still be a good morning of many praises and well wishes now that he had officially come of age.
Today he turned 500. No longer an elfling but a grown elf capable of making his own decisions and free to do what he wished. In all honesty though he felt very much the same as he did yesterday and he found himself a little dissappointed. Not that he had been expecting to feel any different. He and Glorfindel had discussed Glorfindel’s own coming of age during their conversations and Legolas had been fascinated to hear how those elves in Gondolin celebrated their coming of age. The seneschal had assured Legolas that he would feel no different but had mentioned that some elves coming of age had been known to suddenly grow big ears and that their hair turned green. However having woken up this morning in a panic and found that neither his ears nor his hair had changed Legolas now believed that Glorfindel had been teasing him and was looking forward to tonight when he could get the cheeky elder elf back.
Legolas smiled to himself at the image the blonde haired seneschal provided. Over the past two days he and Glorfindel had spent a lot of time with one another and Legolas had found himself enjoying every moment of the elder elf’s companionship. Having been allowed to converse with the Imaldris elf freely, Legolas had found out more and more about the elf he’d first met in Mirkwood. Glorfindel told the very best stories about his adventures in Middle Earth and Legolas found himself in hysterics at the elder elf’s dry sense of humour and the teasing of Erestor. Legolas was kept entertained for hours with talking to Glorfindel and the young princund und himself wistfully wishing he could never stop hearing Glorfindel’s musical voice around him.
Legolas could not suppress the contented sigh that escaped his lips as he closed his eyes and remembered the way Glorfindel had looked when they’d first met. In his mind Legolas allowed his eyes to roam over Glorfindel’s physique. Legolas could remember every detail of the handsome elf, from the way Glorfindel’s green eyes sparkled in the candle light to the snug fit of his silver leggings, and the way his tunic clung to hill mll muscled upper body. Involuntarily Legolas licked his suddenly dry lips as his memories lingered on the way Glorfindel had looked at him from across the banquet table in Thranduil’s hall.
“Legolas! Can you not here me calling! Remove yourself from the bath and dress yourself or we will be late!” Legolas all but jumped from the rock pool, startled, as Filgree’s voice cut loudly through his pleasant memories of Glorfindel. Filgree stood glaring at Legolas, with his hands on his hips in the entrance to the bathing room.
”Sorry Filgree I was just thinking.” Filgree rolled his eyes and handed his charge a towel to dry himself with as Legolas rose from the bath.
“Oh yes and what about may I ask that distracts you into deafness?” Legolas blushed regretfully for having ignored his tutor’s call before he quickly followed Filgree back into his talon to begin getting dressed for the festivities.
“I was thinking about Lord Glorfindel.” Filgree coughed and spluttered on the small glass of spring water he’d poured for himself having heard Legolas’ reply. He had not expected the prince to answer him but he should have known better than to underestimate Legolas’ boldness.
“Aye, well I am sure Lord Glorfindel will be pleased to know that you were thinking about him in the bath tub.” Legolas rolled his eyes and sighed heavily as he quickly towelled himself dry in front of the fire. Sometimes Filgree’s sarcasm was a little to much to bear. “Good now quickly put these on and then I will braid your hair.” Legolas’ mind was far away thinking about Glorfindel to acknowledge Filgree’s doting and so merely went along with his tutor’s instructions. Taking the green leggings Filgree had handed him Legolas dropped his towel and sat down on the end of the bed to pull them on. Filgree had seen him naked for a long time so it didn’t bother Legolas that the tutor promptly sat behind him on the bed and began quickly and expertly braiding his wet hair.
“Filgree, do you think Lord Glorfindel would dance with me tonight if I asked him to?” Legolas obediently cocked his head to the other side as Filgree began braiding the strands on the opposite side of his head.
”Well I do not see why not. Although I’d advise dancing a few with other people first for practice so that you do not embarrass yourself by treading on his toes.” Filgree chuckled to himself having remembered the few very painful practices he’d had with Legolas when teaching the young elfling to dance. Legolas nodded understandingly as Filgree finished braiding his hair and bid him to stand up and pull on his tunic.
“You look very nice Filgree.” The dark haired tutor smiled appreciatively of his young charge and consciously smoothed a wrinkle from his own silver tunic. It was not as elaborately adorned as Legolas emerald green one but it was simply designed and suited his personality well.
“Thank-you Legolas you look as handsome as always. It hardly seems but a moment ago when you were a babe in my arms.” Legolas stood still as Filgree straightened out his tunic insuring everything was perfectly immaculate before stepping back and admiring the prince’s appearance with satisfaction but also with sadness. Legolas sensed his tutor’s sadness and stepped forward to gently embrace his long time friend in a deep hug. For a while they stayed close together until Filgree pulled away and carelessly wiped a stray tear from his cheek with Legolas’ discarded towel. “Well now there is just one finishing touch.” Legolas frowned in confusion as he turned to look at himself in the mirror. To himself he looked fine and that there was nothing more he could add. He was particularly pleased with the high-necked tunic that covered the bandages still strapped around his injured neck. Filgree returned from rummaging through his packages from the market with a large square velvet covered box. “Thranduil left this for you. He had it made a few weeks before the incident in Mirkwood. He was going to give it to you himself when you came of age but seeing as though he’s returned to Mird hed he left it for me to give to you instead.” Legolas watched patiently intrigued as Filgree unlocked the velvet box and opened it. “It’s made of Mithiral, crafted especially for you by the dwarves in the mountains. You wear it as a symbol of your position with in the royal family. You may have seen both your brothers wearing one that they were given upon their own coming of age, although theirs are different to this one.” Legolas turned and watched his reflection in the looking glass as Filgree removed the silver circlet from it’s box and settled it comfortably upon Legolas head before weaving his braids around it a few times to insure it stayed in place. “There how do you like it? I can take it off if you don’t want to wear it.” Filgree stepped back from Legolas and allowed the young prince to stare at his reflection for a long moment his eyes trained on the silver circlet atop his head.
“It is simple and I like it but what will they all think? I am not……..” Legolas was abruptly cut off by Filgree who stepped back up behind him and encircled the prince’s waist with his arms in a reassuring hug.
“Do not say that Legolas because it is untrue. You are still Thranduil’s son in blood and you were raised as a prince of Mirkwood. You are and always will be Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood even if you do not reside there permanently.” Filgree smiled encouragingly as Legolas continued to stare at his reflection in the mirror still a little unsure about the crown upon his head. “And what they will think, well do you care? You will be the most handsome prince in the room and that is all that matters.” Legolas blushed a deep crimson colour at Filgree’s praise before turning hastily and enveloping his tutor in another huge hug.
“Thank-you Filgree. I would not know what to do with myself without you.” The dark haired tutor groaned and rolled his eyes.
”I bet I know what you would do without me, you would run riot around Lorien driving Haldir insane with your wonderful capabilities of finding trouble.” Both elves broke into a fit of laughter at Filgree’s declaration and unfortunately Legolas could not agree more with his tutor’s predictions. The sound of bells ringing throughout the city signalled the gathering of the feast and Legolas couldn’t help but smiled in delight. Despite the cold night he was looking forward to the evening, he had never been to a feast before and been allowed to stay the entire night. “Come along Legolas grab your cloak. We do not want to be late for your own coming of age feast!” Legolas could hardly contain his excitement as he watched Filgree blow out all the candles in the talon and insuring the fire was well stoked for when they returned. “Go Legolas!” With an impatient hand Filgree grabbed his own cloak and ushered the nervous but excited Legolas from the talon. Together they walked side by side towards the great elvan hall. Legolas thoughts filled with wonderment and a certain elf Lord while Filgree’s thoughts were filled with wine and merry making. It was going to be a very long evening.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
(A/N) Sorry you all bagged me out for making Thranduil a bad arsed father so I bowed to your almighty hand in this chapter and made him look better. Although this will be the last we see of him for a while. *dances and sings* Legolas loves Glorfy, Legolas loves Glorfy.