𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯

"Aragorn whui did cin volunteer nin?" I ask.

(Why did you volunteer me?)

"Im ceri- ú- iest an more Elven blood na spill." He says.

(I do not wish for more Elven blood to spill.)

"Cin know im chil an a reason, a im ceri- ú- iest na glenn- back." I protest.

(You know I left for a reason, and I do not wish to go back)

"Legolas, he is your father." Aragorn says.

"One of the reasons why I left." I turn.

"Legolas-" Aragorn starts.

"Let him be Aragorn." I hear Radagast say.

I take a seat on the grass. I do not want to return home. I left a couple of years ago. I look down. My father... why is he trying to reach out to me? What has been going on in the darkest crevice's of Mirkwood? I pull the string on my bow.

"You have daddy issues don't you laddie?" Gimli asks approaching.

"Issues is one word to call it." I say. 

"I have grunts with my father all the time." Gimli sits down.

"I met him once after I called you an ugly creature." I look at me. 

He glares at me. I let out a small chuckle. He scoffs.

"Laddie, your father and you have some connection. Don't waste it. He already lost his wife. Do you think he wants to lose you as well?" Gimli asks me.

I look down. 

"No..." I admit.

"Then go to him. A bound formed by a father and son can never be broken. It's stronger than Mithril!" Gimli throws his hands up into the air. 

"Okay, okay. You're right. Please, don't make me say that again." I say.

"Heh... duly noted." Gimli blows his pipe.