The elf in question jumped up from his desk in the guardhouse with speed as he heard his name yelled in frustration. He scraped his blond hair behind one tapered ear as the door to the office was thrown open with force and a tall, lithe figure with a scowl on his face stormed in.
“My Lord Legolas,” he dipped his head. “What can I do for you?”
Legolas’ eyes snapped with anger. “What can you do for me, captain? You can kindly explain why this report is written in three, yes three, different sets of handwriting?!”
Raniean looked flabbergasted. “Three sets of handwriting, my Lord?”
Legolas thrust the report at Raniean with a growl. “See for yourself!”
Raniean gingerly took the report and ran his eyes over it. “I see what you mean,” he said, not meeting Legolas’ frosty gaze.
“Well, care to explain?”
Raniean shifted uneasily.
“Captain, I am waiting.” The prince crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. “That is my sister’s handwriting.” Legolas pointed to several words. “And that looks like Trelan's hand and that is your signature.”
Raniean swallowed nervously. How was he going to get out of this one? “Well you see, my liege, it’s like this-”
Legolas raised his hand, cutting him off. Raniean closed his mouth. The prince seemed to be listening to something.
Raniean’s eyes flickered nervously to the other door in the room. Legolas saw this, moved over, and lifted the catch.
Raniean groaned. He was doomed.
“What is going on in here?” Legolas called out sternly, glaring around the smaller room.
Fëawen looked up from her writing, slightly startled. Her gazed flickered to Raniean who shrugged uselessly. “Legolas, what a surprise.”
“What are you doing, Fëawen?” the prince demanded.
Fëawen smiled sweetly. “I am filling in the gaps.”
“Filling in the what?!” Legolas asked incredulously.
“The gaps...the ones Trelan leaves, that is.” Fëawen pointed at the other desk in the room where a short blond elf sat, busily scribbling away, unbothered by the prince’s entrance.
Legolas glared at Fëawen. “And pray tell me why Trelan is leaving ‘gaps’?”
Fëawen shrugged. “Saves time. He writes the reports, but leaves spaces for the correct information. But rather than waste the time looking for the information, he passes it on to me. I fill in the gaps and hand it to Raniean who signs it. Simple.”
Legolas whipped around and glared at Raniean. “Seriously?”
Raniean shrugged. “You never pointed out how the reports were to be written.”“Oh for Valar’s sake!” Legolas threw his hands up in the air. “You can explain to father why the report is written in such a way!” he said pointing at Fëawen, before storming out, ignoring the soft sound of laughter behind him.