Hobbit One-Shots Book 2

Teaching Daddy a lesson

requested: butterflygirl3

It was just like any other day in Mirkwood Forest...the trees were looking diseased as their leaves swayed in the barely there breeze...the fog that wound it's way along the trunks looking perfectly eerie...the way the webs were gracefully enshrouding the paths meandering along that were created by their horrifying creators. Yes it was just another perfect day in King Thranduil's kingdom...until a scream shattered the stagnant calm. Deep within the forest lays a small vibrant glade garden that only a few people know about...it was rich in life as flowers bloomed around a deep and enchanting pool of fresh crystal blue waters. This small paradise belonged to no other than the Royal family of Mirkwood. On this bright afternoon two elvish figures were gracing this stunning garden with their presence but neither were there to savor in the beauty of it...both clearly to agitated to appreciate its beauty on this day. One was a stunning elvish woman with hair like silk that trailed down her back to rest along her waist...tantalizing the eyes to follow each swaying movement it made as she walked around.  Her eyes were the purest of (your eye color) that enchanted any one who looked into them to be caught up as if in some magically entrancing spell. She was Lady (Y/N) the daughter of the March Warden of Lorien to the south, Haldir...and the one  betrothed to the Prince of Mirkwood. The other elf was none other than Prince Legolas Greenleaf...Heir to the throne of Mirkwood Forest. His hair was like the softest sunshine that shone down onto the earth below, reaching the middle of his slendered muscled back. His eyes were blue like the pure sky above the trees that could become  like a deep glacial lake when darkening in desire for the one he loves...which happened to be (Y/N). When these two first met it was during the time when (Y/N)'s father, Haldir, had brought her to Mirkwood for the first time to meet the man she was betrothed to since she was a little girl. It seems both Haldir and the King of Mirkwood, Thranduil, had decided that both of their children would be good together and with both of their naturally good looks would have beautiful children. Needless to say both Legolas and (Y/N) were less than enthused about their parents interference into their personal lives and both had to be cajoled into at least meeting. (Y/N) remembers having to walk into the great throne room of Mirkwood at her father's side with her head down...huffing at the thought of having to marry some spoiled rich elvish brat just so Haldir would have to quit badgering her about grandchildren and how she wasn't getting younger, and so forth. They finally came to a halt and both bowed to two figures..one sitting upon a elegant throne arrogantly displaying himself there while the other figure stood proudly next to him. She kept her head down to conceal her disgust at this situation she was being thrust into...~a marriage between Mirkwood and Lorien...all because Mirkwood had a young prince that was unattached....WOW wasn't she lucky...she was about to be married to some stuck up pompous prince who she would have to babysit like some child every day and.....~ suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice that made her jolt at the sweet beauty of it as it wrapped around something inside of her.

"Le Nathlam Hi (We welcome you here). Hir  Vuin Haldir (my lord) and Hiril Vuin (Y/N) (my lady)." (Y/N)'s eyes swept up quickly to see who the owner was of that stunning voice and her (e/c) eyes met the most breathtaking blues she had ever seen in her life. He was gorgeous with silky blond hair and blue eyes that twinkled in merriment even though he tried to conceal it behind a cool facade. The way his eyes danced told her that this man was filled with gentleness in him and held a sense of humor.

~Please of please let this be her intended and not the one sitting up on that throne looking so cold and arrogant down upon her and her father.~ she prayed to the Valor silently....it seems her prayers were answered for she quickly learned that this attractive young Silvan elf was Prince Legolas, her betrothed. She was very excited at this knowledge and during the entire time she was there her and the Prince got to know each other very well to the point they became very close where neither was adverse to their betrothal now. Unfortunately there was a down side to their closeness...his father Thranduil...the man was the most busy body person (Y/N) had ever met. He was always there asking very personal questions about her ...some were almost to embarrassing to answer...like this mornings interrogation. Her father Haldir had to go back to Lorien to attend to his duties there as the March Warden, but (Y/N) did not want to go back home yet...she wanted to stay longer to really get to know Legolas. At first he was against it but with assurances from Thranduil, Legolas and even the Captain of the Guard Tauriel, they convinced her father that she would be well protected and looked after in his absence. He reluctantly agreed to let her stay and with a kiss to her head he walked out the gates to head back home. After he left , (Y/N) began to regret wanting to stay for several hours later Thranduil had opened his mouth and another personal question popped out of his mouth..this one was the worst yet. (Y/N) didn't know which way to go...either she balled up her fist and let the infuriating man have it to the nose or she swallow her anger and leave his presence...she chose the latter for she truly did not want to end up in the dungeons for striking the King. So that is what brought her to this point in time where she was pacing back and forth in trying to tamper her anger down so she did not do anything disgraceful, while her friend and intended sat upon a rock next to the tranquil pool rubbing his poor aching head from his own father's idiocy and lack of filter between his glistening white hair and mouth.