![]() Legolas kept his eyes shut and tried not to show his irritation at being disturbed. ![]() He stayed still, hoping she would think him asleep and leave him be. Legolas was about to snap at whoever it was to leave him alone when he recognised the soft footsteps: Tilda. Unfortunately though, no matter how many ways he rearranged himself, he couldn’t find a position that didn’t ache.Ī short while later he heard his bedroom door opening. He closed his eyes, rested an arm across his face and tried to get comfortable. Legolas walked over to the bed and laid down gingerly, trying not to hurt himself further. When he straightened up, he took his backpack off carefully, wincing when he bumped some bruises on his sides and back. Once the door closed and he was alone, Legolas let his shoulders slump and he rested his forehead on the door for a moment. Legolas rolled his eyes and, with a brief glance at Sigrid, pushed past Thranduil and stormed up to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Do not come out until dinner is ready,” Thranduil commanded. “Very well, if you refuse to tell me where you were, go to your room and stay there. ![]() There was no point arguing with his father. Legolas sighed in frustration but said nothing. “It doesn’t matter what I was doing,” Legolas replied. “So, what, you were simply wandering around on your own?” Thranduil asked disbelievingly. “No one,” he replied, irritation creeping into his voice. Legolas looked away from his father before replying. “Then who were you with?” Thranduil interjected, knowing the boys would explode into a full-scale argument if he didn’t keep control of the conversation. Bain’s attitude towards Gimli was just as annoying as his father’s. “He’s not my boyfriend,” Legolas sighed wearily. “Aw, did you and your boyfriend have a lover’s quarrel?” Bain mocked. Now look at you! I hardly recognise you any more! You will get into serious trouble if you keep following him around like a love-sick puppy!” “You used to be an excellent student and a mature and responsible son. “That miserable dwarf is leading you astray,” Thranduil continued his tirade. As if his father could talk, Legolas thought bitterly, considering he married a human! His father hated dwarves with a vengeance and believed that, as an elf, Legolas should not lower himself to associate with one. Legolas was fed up of his father always belittling his best friend. “His name is Gimli, and this has nothing to do with him,” Legolas burst out, finally getting a word in. “I have told you over and over, nothing good will come of associating with that wretched creature.” “It was that dwarf, wasn’t it!” Thranduil continued, not giving Legolas a chance to reply. Tilda, as usual, was silent, her uneasy gaze flittering between the two elves and her human siblings. She had been a virtual mother to her family following the death of her mother, and now that her father had remarried, her role had been reduced to that of a dependent child. Sigrid gave Legolas similar black looks and nodded her head in agreement. Who cared if Legolas was older than the three of them? Or practically an adult? Or any of the other lame excuses that his father and step-father gave him? It’s not like Legolas actually gave a damn about any of them. He was older than Sigrid – by a whole year thank you very much – and refused to believe he needed to be babysat by his stupid elf step-brother. Tilda, as usual, was silent, her uneasy gaze flittering between the two elves and her human siblings.īain sneered at Legolas with disdain. They glared at each other while Bain muttered to himself, “He’s not my brother.” You left your brother and sisters alone! Anything could have happened to them!” “I was called out of an extremely important council meeting this afternoon, one which was vital for me to attend, because once again you…” Thranduil pointed vehemently at Legolas, “…did not bother to show up after school. Bain, Sigrid and Tilda sat on the lounge, anticipating the reprimand Legolas would get from their step-father. Thranduil stood in the middle of the lounge room scowling. Steeling himself, he turned to face his father. 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. Legolas jumped at the strident voice and suppressed a sigh. “And just where do you think you have been!”
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