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The sun wasn't up yet, but the handsome tell blonde
elf was already up and dressed. He was wearing on a
dark brown outfit and a matching cloak. His long hair
was hidden in his hood and he was heading for his
fathers room, but he stopped. No, he shouldnt hurt
himself by meeting the one he loves the most. A tear
fell on his pale cheeks, but he felt strong and turned
back, to the stairs. His steps were heavy, as his
heart was. He couldnt turn back. This was his
decision. As he arrived at the door, a feeble voice
called him.
"Legolas"
Legolas slowly turned back to face the elf, he took
his hood of his head, as a sign of respect. The elf
was old, but it couldnt be read on his face. Sorrow
and fatigue filled his eyes, grey like a cloudy sky.
"I have something to give you before you leave. I know
you wanted to avoid seeing me this morning, but its
very important."
He handed him the small envelope he had found the
night before. The son, tears flowing from his eyes,
opened it, and took out a small ring.
"Put it in the light, go on."
Legolas lifted up the object until it met a ray of
sun. It suddenly shone, so strong, that Legolas and
his father both shut their eyes, and Legolas lowered
the ring. The older elf grinned:
"This is a very precious ring in which a piece of
silmaril has been forged. It is made of mithril, made
by both elves and dwarfs. It will always shine when
happiness and love shine, but it will remain dark when
your heart is. So, forget your sorrows, and carry
happiness wherever you go."
He then turned back, and went up the stairs, slowly.
Feeling a presence behind him, he looked back and
said:
"Go, Legolas, go far away, as your dreams want you to.
Do not look back, as it will hurt your heart."
On these words, Legolas parted. He put his hood back,
and fully buttoned his cloak. Taking a small bag in a
hand, his quiver and arrows on his back, and his bow
in his other hand, he went through the large doors of
the palace.
"Starting this time, I cannot come back, no, not
before I have conquered Mirkwood, he said himself."
He then started to walk lightly, understanding that a
fabulous adventure was upon him, and that he shouldnt
waste his time, even if he had a lot.
Arriving in the small village, he started to enjoy the
trip he was doing. Little elves were running all
around him, shouting: "Legolas, play with us!!!"
All the girls he met just giggled. They all thought
that he, Legolas Greenleaf, Prince Of Mirkwood, was
the most handsome elf they have ever met. And they
arent wrong. Legolas is indeed a handsome elf, with
his long blond hair flowing behind him, like a river
falling from his head. His eyes, brown, and dark, were
somehow filled with a will of life, and were always
bright. His nose was perfect, straight, a bit
feminine, as his mother gave him. His lips were bright
red, always smiling.
By just looking at him, you would see that he was
strong, in any clothes, you could imagine, those
strong muscles in his arms and chest. He was polite
with everyone, and his vocabulary was so rich that he
knew words that no one else, except his father, of
course, knew. He was smart, and learned fast. He was
the best archer in Mirkwood, and everybody knew he was
destined to be king.
Here is how he left his natal village and house, happy
and proud.
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