I was one month pregnant at the time, and
Sabros was excited (we knew that early because I…felt the
baby. It’s a Maia thing!) Sabros had just left to go for a
ride, and I was sitting there reading. Well, actually, I was
trying to learn elvish, because I still couldn’t speak it! It was
raining outside, but Sabros enjoyed the rain, so I thought
nothing of it. But then a maid came in. She appeared to
have ran, and was soaking wet.
“Milady, milady,” she gasped, out of breath. I
stood up and walked over to her.
“What is it?”
“Your brother…Athos… he’s dead.”
I stood there in shock. A few moments later I
found my voice.
“What?! Where is he? How?!”
“He’s… we found him… the forest. It
appears…to be…sword… his stomach. I’m sorry… milady,” she said, still gasping.
I sprinted out of my room and ran towards the forest, tears streaming out of my eyes. Maybe there was something I could do for him. Maybe I could still bring him back! I saw all of the elves crowded around an area of the forest and I headed there. I was only a few yards away when two strong hands reached out and grabbed me. I screamed and kicked.
“Shush. Moriwen, sh. It’s okay, it’s okay,” I heard Sabros say.
I was hysterical. Sobbing I just collapsed into his arms. He picked me up and carried me back into the palace as easily as if I were a doll.
“No, no, no, no,” I kept muttering. I had my arms wrapped around Sabros’s neck. He was so strong, and comforting. When we got up into the room, Sabros put me down on a chair and got me out a dry dress. He set it down beside me, but I didn’t even look at it. I sat there, my knees drawn up to my chest, rocking back and forth.
“Moriwen, you need to change into a different dress,” Sabros urged. But I didn’t hear him. I was in shock.
Sabros sighed and walked over to me. He stood me up and began undoing the back of my dress. I had my arms tightly wrapped around me, which made it difficult for him to remove my sleeves. He undressed me as carefully as if I had been made of glass. And the same when he dressed me again.
“Thank you, Sabros,” I said, for I was just coming out of hysteria. Then I looked down at the wet blue dress that I had been wearing. I noticed the blotches of blood that were all over it. I looked up at Sabros who was lighting the fireplace. I did it for him (remember, fire powers?).
“Thank you,” he muttered. He then picked up my dress and threw it into the fire. He looked at my face as I stared at the flames consuming my dress. The dress covered in my brothers blood.
Sabros put his hand under my face and moved it so that I was looking up at his. He raised his index finger up to his lips.
“Sh,” he said for leaning down to kiss me.
I pulled away.
“How dare you try to ki-,” I was interrupted by his hand grabbing my throat.
“Shut up!” He ordered.
I endured that once more with my brother Noras. No-one made the connection that it was Sabros, and I was unable to tell anyone, for I didn’t have any evidence.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked him through me tears.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
I just stared at him.
“Your dear Prince Legolas understands. He knew this would happen…if I became a Prince of the Moriquendi. I have been plotting it for quite awhile.”
“Well, not necessarily. He assumed… he figured it out. But it was only a suspicion. What could he do about it?”
“Nothing. Not without evidence,” I answered.
“Exactly, which is the same with you. Except you know, you don’t suppose… but you have no evidence. You’ll have to just sit back, and watch.”
With that, he left our room to go `console’ Raukos. Just thinking of my oldest brother made me realize that he would be next. I was five months along by then, and I wondered if Raukos would live to see his niece or nephew.
I was taking a walk when I heard it. A scream. I walked faster, for a woman eight months pregnant cannot run. I reached a small clearing in the trees. The sight I saw there nearly made me faint. Sabros was pulling a sword out of Raukos’s back. There was blood staining my husband’s hands. He looked up at me.
“Leave,” he ordered. I saw him lift his sword above my eldest brothers neck, and I turned around. I walked as quickly as I could back to the palace, but the sound of that blade coming down on my brother didn’t escape my ears. I went up to my room, and as soon as the door was closed, I heard the footsteps of many elves running past. Ten minutes later, Sabros came back in. He didn’t have his shirt on, but I assume he buried it or something to hide evidence that he had done such a wretched thing. I was sitting on a couch, holding my head in my hands, sobbing. He sat down beside me and put an arm around my shoulders.
“It’s okay Moriwen, it’s almost over. It’s almost over,” he said in a soothing voice.
I was shocked that it wasn’t over, but I realized he wasn’t going to wait for my father to die in battle to claim the throne. He was going to kill my father himself.
“No, please Sabros don’t. Wait, please. My brothers are gone and you are now the crowned- prince. Isn’t that enough?” I begged.
“No,” he answered simply.
“Just let him see his grandchild,” I pleaded,
resting my hand on my stomach.
“Of course, Moriwen. Of course.” Sabros leaned down and kissed my tears off my cheek.
This is the end of Gothic Human -> Elven Princess. Now that doesn’t mean the end of the story, but from now on it is to be titled “Gothic Human -> Elven Queen”.