A wheel in time--Legolas (Post ROTK AU)
Mar 9, 2018 1:08:36 GMT -5
Post by TAURIEL on Mar 9, 2018 1:08:36 GMT -5
Green eyes did a quick scan of the living area. A quiver slung over her shoulder. Moving towards the stairs she’d frown, another one. Picking up the quiver, half filled. To sling over her shoulder….and thre-- no, just two quivers that needed picking up. Tauriel realized the quiver slung over the back of the chair was Legolas’ as the leather on his quiver held a dark patina, aged. Worn and well broken in. He must have either just dropped it from duty for a moment and then going to attend court. Or Legolas forgot to grab it on the way out the door and would be back to get it. Once he realized he had no arrows. She’d glance about for her fair husband but did not see him, then with a resigned sigh she walked up the stairs to the door of their two oldest room that even grown they still shared. “Next time I find your quivers on the stairs Voronwe, I will not be happy” She glared at her first born as he was sharpening a pair of knives and did not rise to greet her when she pushed the door open.
“Little mother is angry” said Orodruin glancing at his older brother from the edge of his bed, polishing pair of boots. Tauriel’s eyes harden and landed on Orodruin “If you want to woo that pretty blonde elf harp playing maid I’ve seen you talking to Druin. I suggest you keep your boots picked up and your sword where it belongs and not laying on the table” Retorting at the only one of the lot that truly resemble her.
Faintly Voronwe smirked at his brother in agreement, She was angry. She was often angry these days. “Mother this elfling you are carrying makes you most disagreeable” gesturing with one hand at Tauriel’ belly. Tauriel stared at Voronwe and considered for a moment if Legolas was particularly attached to his first born or not, with his classic dark Noldorian prince features. He was the heir but at that moment he was pushing the line of his mother’s pregnancy limit. As the unborn efling in her belly rolled, tiny feet kicking to make presence know at it’s older brothers.
“As for you, I suggest you do not further incur my wrath. I should hate to have to remind you, that even in my condition. I am still a better warrior. Often fall the young and bold who fell to lot experience” Tauriel’s voice was low, eyes battled hardened and Voronwe considered a retort...he had his mother’s quick wit. But thought better of it. For she surely was not jesting. Tauriel closed her eyes a moment as the two boys blurred in her line of vision. Then things started going black
“Naneth!” Orodruin’s boots hit the floor and he dove from the bed to catch their mother before she hit the floor. Cradling her in long limbs, before pushing up from the floor and carrying her bridal style.
“Easy with her Druin” Vonronwe ordered. Sounding more like Legolas than he knew. Heading towards their parent’s bedchambers. Pushing the door open for his brother.
“I have her, hush, she’s fine Vonronwe. Just exhausted herself being out of bed again. You and I both heard what the healers said. She needs to stay in bed....” Orodruin’s lips thinned as he leaned to lay Tauriel down upon the bed. He had a small way to go being so tall. He was taller than both of his parents, and even lord Celeborn. He lived up to his name, mountain of blazing fire. At times called Húrin as well for his great heart. Settling Tauriel down, deep green eyes, narrowed as their younger brother was not present. “Celebrinbor was supposed to be helping take care of her”.
Voronwe glowered as he sat down next to Tauriel taking her hand while she stirred. “Rest Naneth, We are here to take care of you. Ever dutiful….and I promise you, not even Celebrinbor’s smiles will save him from a beating straight from me for not being here…” Silver grey eyes watched his mother, as she tried to sit up, looking exhausted. “Rest...our little sister needs you to rest and Ada would be upset to see you out of bed.
“How do you know Naneth is having an elleth and not ellon”Orodruin countered, running a hand through his deep crimson locks. “Celebrinbor, he has foretold that mother is carrying an elleth. While on a mushroom fuelled binge and this time I am inclined to believe him...what else could make Naneth so weak. But a sister, stealing all her energy and beauty!” exclaiming to the younger of the two.
“You stay here with Naneth, I will find our little brother” said Voronwe, raising from the bed. Leaving Orodruin with their mother. Tauriel sighed as she was sitting up against the pillows. “I am fine, I just need--” trying to dismiss the second born. Giving pause as she heard her name and boot steps.
“Little mother is angry” said Orodruin glancing at his older brother from the edge of his bed, polishing pair of boots. Tauriel’s eyes harden and landed on Orodruin “If you want to woo that pretty blonde elf harp playing maid I’ve seen you talking to Druin. I suggest you keep your boots picked up and your sword where it belongs and not laying on the table” Retorting at the only one of the lot that truly resemble her.
Faintly Voronwe smirked at his brother in agreement, She was angry. She was often angry these days. “Mother this elfling you are carrying makes you most disagreeable” gesturing with one hand at Tauriel’ belly. Tauriel stared at Voronwe and considered for a moment if Legolas was particularly attached to his first born or not, with his classic dark Noldorian prince features. He was the heir but at that moment he was pushing the line of his mother’s pregnancy limit. As the unborn efling in her belly rolled, tiny feet kicking to make presence know at it’s older brothers.
“As for you, I suggest you do not further incur my wrath. I should hate to have to remind you, that even in my condition. I am still a better warrior. Often fall the young and bold who fell to lot experience” Tauriel’s voice was low, eyes battled hardened and Voronwe considered a retort...he had his mother’s quick wit. But thought better of it. For she surely was not jesting. Tauriel closed her eyes a moment as the two boys blurred in her line of vision. Then things started going black
“Naneth!” Orodruin’s boots hit the floor and he dove from the bed to catch their mother before she hit the floor. Cradling her in long limbs, before pushing up from the floor and carrying her bridal style.
“Easy with her Druin” Vonronwe ordered. Sounding more like Legolas than he knew. Heading towards their parent’s bedchambers. Pushing the door open for his brother.
“I have her, hush, she’s fine Vonronwe. Just exhausted herself being out of bed again. You and I both heard what the healers said. She needs to stay in bed....” Orodruin’s lips thinned as he leaned to lay Tauriel down upon the bed. He had a small way to go being so tall. He was taller than both of his parents, and even lord Celeborn. He lived up to his name, mountain of blazing fire. At times called Húrin as well for his great heart. Settling Tauriel down, deep green eyes, narrowed as their younger brother was not present. “Celebrinbor was supposed to be helping take care of her”.
Voronwe glowered as he sat down next to Tauriel taking her hand while she stirred. “Rest Naneth, We are here to take care of you. Ever dutiful….and I promise you, not even Celebrinbor’s smiles will save him from a beating straight from me for not being here…” Silver grey eyes watched his mother, as she tried to sit up, looking exhausted. “Rest...our little sister needs you to rest and Ada would be upset to see you out of bed.
“How do you know Naneth is having an elleth and not ellon”Orodruin countered, running a hand through his deep crimson locks. “Celebrinbor, he has foretold that mother is carrying an elleth. While on a mushroom fuelled binge and this time I am inclined to believe him...what else could make Naneth so weak. But a sister, stealing all her energy and beauty!” exclaiming to the younger of the two.
“You stay here with Naneth, I will find our little brother” said Voronwe, raising from the bed. Leaving Orodruin with their mother. Tauriel sighed as she was sitting up against the pillows. “I am fine, I just need--” trying to dismiss the second born. Giving pause as she heard her name and boot steps.