Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| The secret skies |
Kiana asked for a Legolas drabble for her eleventh birthday. |
| He could hear them below. "Legolas! Your highness!" It always made him giggle inside, that title. Eleven years was rather short for so lofty a title, when others had to look down even to speak to him. But he had found the means to fit it, oh yes he had: if one would stand above all others, one need but find the shoulders of giants to stand upon. "LEGOLAS!" With a smile for his own cleverness, the Prince of Mirkwood tucked himself up amid the furthest branches, and gazed out over the high green meadow, and watched the butterflies grazing. |
Nods to Newton for the shoulders of giants bit, and to Tolkien's "The Hobbit" for that last line. |