Legolas stood in the stable doorway and listened to the White Wizard criticize the stableboy for not rubbing down his horse properly. He heard an objecting cry as the Wizard cuffed him, and made room for the young Elf to run out of the stable. Saruman exited his horse's stall and saw the Prince standing stiffly in the doorway.
"Did you have any problems with the palace staff, my lord?" Legolas asked coldly.
Saruman frowned at him. "You do not have very skilled stablehands, son of Thranduil," he replied.
"I am sorry we have disappointed you," said Legolas. He didn't sound sorry.
The Wizard would have startled if he had. "I expected nothing less," he sneered. "You and your kindred, holed up in your caves away from the rest of Middle Earth, cannot be expected to understand anything of gentility or manners."
Legolas was enraged. He could not speak. His hands were clenched so tightly his fingernails were digging into his palms, but he hardly noticed. Before he knew what he was doing, he took a step forward and one fist drew back. Saruman's sneering smirk froze on his face, then melted into spite. He brought up a hand of his own, spoke one word, and Legolas flew backwards into one of the doorposts.
Hitting the floor, he rolled back onto his feet. Shaking his ringing head, Legolas stood slowly as Saruman chuckled humorlessly. " 't is pointless," he told Legolas in an even tone. "I am a Wizard."
"And I," said Legolas in a low voice, "am not letting you out of this stable until I regain my lost property." He closed the door behind him with his foot.
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