Let go of that lass (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2: Yenyae ~

Name: Yenyae

Display Name: Yenyae ~

Race: Elf

Location: Rivendell

Favourite Weapon: Sword

Interests: Walking in the forest, playing the harp, stargazing

Looking for: A talented man

The elven prince turned to face his father. "Who is this elf you have found?"

Thranduil smiled. "She is of Rivendell. I knew her once. Try to talk to her, my son. She is of royalty, and a suitable choice for you."

Legolas: Suilad, híril nín. (Greetings, my lady)

Yenyae ~: Man le? (Who are you?)

Thranduil rolled his eyes. "Legolas, this is not the way to do it. Give it to me."

Legolas reluctantly put the laptop in the elvenking's lap. Thranduil immediately began to tap away on the keys.

Legolas: Tolo, mado go nin! (Come and dine with me)

"Ada no!" He protested, trying to take the laptop back. "She will not approve."

"Don't be ridiculous, son. She'll think you're fabulous."

Yenyae~: OK. Mas dorthach? (Where do you live?)

Legolas: Mirkwood, meleth nín. (Mirkwood, my love)

"Ada this isn't-"

"Avo bedo, Legolas! Avo bedo! (Silence, Legolas! silence!)" snapped Thranduil, swatting his son's hands away. "She must visit us, and you two shall have dinner together. I will prepare the finest wine for her arrival."

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"Holo in ennyn! (Close the gate!)" Thranduil demanded. "My son is not to be disturbed tonight."

Yenyae entered the palace, taken back by the magnificent view.

"Le hannon a tholel. (Thank you for coming)." said the elvenking, taking her by the hand. "My son awaits you in the hall. I know you will find him most desirable."

They arrived at the hall, finding Legolas sitting at the end of the table in his best robes. 

"Mae govannen. (Well met)" said the elven prince, kissing the back of Yenyae's hand.

"Nostad lín sui orch... (You smell like an orc...)" she said, scrunching up her nose.

Thranduil whacked the back of his son's head. "I told you to roll around in the lavender patch before you came!"

"Im naer, ada. (I'm sorry, father)" he replied, rubbing the area where his father had just hit.

The elvenking hurried off to fetch his finest wine. Yenyae took her seat on the other end of the table.

"So... do you like stargazing?" she asked, wondering if he shared her obsession.

Legolas didn't know what to say. 

"Legolas you need to be fabulous like your ada." His father's voice echoed in his mind.

He smirked and put his feet up on the table, wriggling his eyebrows. "Why look at the stars when the biggest star is me?"

Yenyae hadn't been listening. "Man pennich? (What did you say?)"

Defeated, Legolas shook his head. "Nothing. I'll get the wine."

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Thranduil entered the hall once more, only to find Yenyae sitting by herself. Noticing his presence, she YOLO'd it and ran up to him. 

"Le annon veleth nín! (I give my love to you!)" she cried, throwing herself forward.

The elvenking was startled and speechless. "E-Excuse me?"

"When I met you in Rivendell many years ago, I knew that something would spark between us." she said, leaning in.

He blinked several times. "Ú-dangada. (I do not understand.) Am man theled? (Why?)"

Yenyae stared at the ground. "Gerich veleth nín. (You have my love)"

"Man os Legolas?! (What about Legolas?!)"

She said nothing.

Thranduil pushed her away. "Yenyae, we have only met once, and I am married."

"Your wife is dead."

This pissed him off. "Ego! (Leave! (super rude)) "

"Dartho! (Wait!)" came the voice of Legolas. Thranduil and Yenyae turned around to find him standing at the doorway with the wine. He darted forwards. "What is the meaning of this?"

Yenyae shook her head. "My love is for your father, not for you. I am sorry."

"You could have been wed." said Thranduil, shaking his head in disappointment. "I'm sorry Yenyae, but I forbid you to hurt my son any longer. Leave, now."

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"I can't believe you told me she would like me!" cried Legolas as he stormed down the hall with his father following close behind. "Do you know how painful it is to be rejected for the second time? I'm supposed to be your son, ada! I thought you were 'fabulous!' That means I'm supposed to be fabulous too!"

"Legolas-"

"I'm not going on that website ever again! I miss Tauriel, I want her!"

"Legolas-"

"Why did she and that dwarf scum have to elope? Why-"

"Daro, Legolas Thranduilion! Daro! (Stop, Legolas son of Thranduil, stop!)"

Like a good boy, Legolas stopped in his tracks.

"Tolo sí! (Come here!)"

The elven prince turned on his heels and went towards his father who embraced him in a loving hug. 

"Do not worry, my son." said Thranduil. "We will find you a suitor. It is the only way to distract your mind from Tauriel."

Legolas nodded. "Henion, ada. (I understand, father)"