After spending a pleasant afternoon with Gimli at the reserve, Legolas felt reluctant to return home. He and Gimli had watched the training sessions and, as expected, no one wanted them in their team. The human teams flat-out refused to consider either of them. The elven teams were keen to have Legolas, knowing his skills… View Post
Driving home from the club, Bard thought about the relationship between himself and “his” two elves. He remembered when things had been better between them, back when he first met Thranduil… Bard had been asked to attend a White Council meeting that had been called to discuss the future of Lake-town. The Master of Lake-town… View Post
The White City Cultural Education Club was one of many new outdoor facilities set up across Middle Earth to address the disenchantment felt by non-human students. All schools surviving the White Council’s reforms were realigned to the human system of education: a curriculum built around economics, politics and the sciences. Physical education, while still included,… View Post
From the balcony, Thranduil glared at their new neighbour so intensely and for so long that Legolas grew uneasy. Even Tilda and Sigrid appeared concerned. Legolas had just stretched out a hand towards his father when Elrond spoke. “Legolas? Is that you? You have grown so much!” Legolas looked around in confusion. As far as… View Post
Seven Years Earlier Legolas sat on his bed, knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around his legs, trying not to let his tears fall. He was ten years old now and knew he was too big for crying. But as he listened to his parents yelling, even muffled by his closed bedroom door,… View Post
“And just where do you think you have been!” Legolas jumped at the strident voice and suppressed a sigh. He knew he would be in trouble when he got home, but still, he hadn’t expected Thranduil to start on him before he’d even closed the front door. Steeling himself, he turned to face his father.… View Post