“Moriwen, wake up! Now! We have to leave! Moriwen, please!”
I opened my eyes to see Legolas leaning over me. He had a worried look on his face.
“What-what-?” I tried to ask.
“I’ll tell you later. But now, get dressed we have to leave,” he said urgently. We both looked up when we heard the door open.
“Now, why do you have to leave, Leggy?” I heard a voice ask.
“Don’t call me that, Sabros,” Legolas said as he stood up.
“Sorry. I forgot that you didn’t like that. Hello, Moriwen,” Sabros said, turning to me.
“Do not address her so informally, Sabros. She is a princess, and should be treated so,” Legolas ordered.
“Calm down Legolas. Forgive me, Princess, I am not used to being around people whose social status is higher than my own.” Though he addressed me, I had a feeling that the last statement was aimed toward Legolas.
“Of course,” I replied. “Now, Sabros, could you please leave so that I could get dressed?”
“Yes, Princess. Legolas come on, we must give the Lady her privacy,” Sabros said as he headed back out the door.
Legolas gave him an evil girl, then smiled at me and followed him out.
As I got dressed, I listened to their conversation.
“What are you doing here Sabros?”
“King Ruinruak sent me to get his daughter. He is very angry at you for kidnaping her, Legolas.”
“Kidnaping her?! I didn’t kidnap her! She was to live in Mirkwood with my father and I, so I had the right to bring her here. There was no need for you to come here,” I heard Legolas answer.
“Yes, I do, Legolas. It seems that you left me out of your’s and Ruinruak’s little agreement. As her betrothed I have a right to see her whenever I like.”
“As her betrothed,” Legolas mimicked. “The king hasn’t even promised her to you. He hasn’t decided yet.”
“Actually, in your absence, he did. She is to marry me in two years,” Sabros said plainly. I gasped when I heard this and dropped the brush I was using to brush my hair.
“Sabros, why on earth do you think she would want to marry you?”
“I will make her want to marry me, Legolas. You know I am very capable of it. Plus, we are the same kind. Powerful and evil. We make the ideal couple.”
“Well, you may be married to her in two years, but for now, if you lay a hand on her, I will kill you,” Legolas said in a voice that sent chills up my spine.
“Of course you will, Leggy.”
I came out of my room to see Legolas and Sabros standing a foot apart, giving each other evil glares.
“Hello, Princess,” Sabros said, taking my hand and kissing it, to prove Legolas wrong.
I gave him a weak smile and saw Legolas clench his teeth and try to smile when Sabros looked up at him.
“Perhaps, you would like to leave with me, instead of Prince Legolas here. We have much to discuss, milady.”
“She is not leaving with you, she is not leaving Lorien. Mithrandir said that she is to stay here until he or Lady Galadriel deem her ready,” Legolas said. He took a big, sideways step so that he was between Sabros and I.
“I can teach her as much as they can. Anyway, I believe she would benefit more from my teachings than from theirs. Princess, did you know that you and I are to be married,” Sabros said with a smile. He grabbed my hand and held it in both of his. He had pushed Legolas out of the way.
I forced another smile.
“In two years. Even Raukos agreed to it,” Sabros added, giving Legolas a sideways glance. “Now, how about you come with me? I have a home just outside Maddas. I think you will like it there.”
That is what Legolas heard. This is what I was being told. In my head I heard a hypnotizing voice bending me to it’s will.
“You will come with me. You will no longer love Legolas. And you will be mine.”
“Of course I will,” I answered him in a daze. Legolas noted the odd tone to my voice and looked at Sabros.
“What did you do to her?”
Sabros gave a hearty laugh.
“Nothing my dear friend. She has only decided that she wants to come with me. She understands that I am her future husband and that you lusting over her is no longer appropriate. Isn’t that right, Princess?”
“Of course. I’m sorry Legolas. But it is the right thing to do. You understand.”
It was odd, saying these things. It was as if I couldn’t control my mouth. In my mind I was screaming, `You idiot! Shut up. You love Legolas, not Sabros! Shut up!’
Legolas looked at me and then up at Sabros.
“Will you at least allow me to speak with her, alone?”
“Why on earth would I let you be alone with her? Goodness knows what you will do to her.”
“Please, Sabros. You know me. I would never do anything to another elf’s girl. I’m a gentleman,” Legolas pleaded.
“Fine. Five minutes.” Sabros turned and walked down the hall.
“Moriwen, what is wrong with you? I love you, why are you going with him?” Legolas put his hand on my shoulder.
“Get your hand off of me, Prince,” I ordered.
“I love you,” he said, nearly in tears. Instead of taking his hand off of me, he pulled me towards him and gently kissed me. I pulled away from him and slapped him. I walked swiftly down the hall in the same direction as Sabros.
Later, Sabros packed up all of my belongings and asked for a horse out of the Lorien stables. He was given a white one for me to ride. As I mounted him, I was told that his name was Celeblas (silver-hair). I followed Sabros and his horse out of the forests. As we passed out of the borders, I saw Legolas riding his horse behind us. Much to my dismay, he didn’t leave the woods. I wouldn’t come out of this trance until the next morning.