“Huh?” I muttered as I rubbed my eyes.
“Wake up, Your Highness,” a maid called as she shook my shoulder.
“I’m up, I’m up,” I said as I sat up.
“Good. King Ruinruak and Prince Raukos have requested your presence in a conference. Prince Legolas will be there as well,” she told me.
At hearing the princes name mentioned I sat up.
I went to my wardrobe and opened the doors. To my dismay I saw…black. All of my dresses were black. Now, black is my favorite color, but it’s considered evil in Middle-earth. I wanted to impress Legolas. God! Well, that’s what I get for being the daughter of an evil elf king. I pulled out the plainest dress I could find. I did my hair in a single braid. Once again, I was shocked at how long my hair was. It hadn’t been that long since I was seven! I saw that my crown had been set out. I decided to wear it. Not because I was willing to admit that I was an evil princess, but because I wanted to emphasize that I was a princess. I noticed the red mixture on my dresser and ignored it. It wasn’t the impression I wanted Legolas to have of me.
A maid came to escort me to where I was to meet my father, brother and Legolas. I was anxious. Yesterday hadn’t gone so well and I was worried that my father and/or brother would…hurt Legolas, to put it lightly. When I got there, all of them smiled at me. Well, my brother didn’t smile at me. He looked me up and down, giving me an thorough inspection.
“Good morning, Moriwen,” Legolas said with a smile. He stood up and walked over to me. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him in a deep kiss.
My cheeks turned cherry red. My father was right there! I would have looked to see if he was watching, but I just couldn’t open my eyes. Legolas’s kisses are so sweet and engulfing. Legolas and I pulled away when Raukos cleared his throat. I looked at my father to see he had a sad look in his eyes, Raukos’s eyes held only anger aimed at Legolas.
“You can sit here, Moriwen,” Legolas said as he gestured towards an empty chair next to his. I smiled and curtsied and did just that.
“May I ask what I have been called here to talk about?” I asked, looking at mainly my family.
“We need to discuss your future, Moriwen,” my father answered. “We would have preferred King Thranduil be present at this meeting, rather than his son. But…” My father’s voice trailed off and he shrugged.
I simply stared at him and nodded.
“Obviously, we would rather you come with us and live in our land in the North, Maddas. Your other brothers greatly anticipate seeing you, and I’m sure the elves are willing to except you as their princess. Anyways, you belong with your people, not in Mirkwood,” he finished sharply.
“I believe that she should stay in Mirkwood,” Legolas said matter-of-fact-ly.
“Of course you would,” Raukos snapped. “You just want to sleep with her; you care nothing of her well-being-.”
Raukos was cut off by my father.
“Raukos, hold your tongue,” he commanded.
“No, let him speak,” Legolas urged.
Raukos eyed Legolas cautiously. I could understand why he did so, for Legolas had an eerily calm look about him.
“I just think that she should stay with those who care about her. And though, I believe, you have led my sister to think you care about her, it is obvious to me that you do not.”
Legolas sat there and nodded. For a second he seemed sad, then his usual look returned to his face.
“I am sorry that you think that, Raukos. For I truly do care about your sister,” Legolas told him.
“That is beside the point,” my father interrupted. “She is still young and should be with her family. Perhaps when she is older she could return, but-.”
“Father! Why in the name of the Valar would you let her come back?”
“If she wants to. I see no reason why your sister shouldn’t be allowed to be happy,” my father answered.
“His sister can hear you,” I chimed in. “And if you want me to be happy, let me stay in Mirkwood. I find the trees pleasant and the atmosphere agreeable.” I looked back and forth between my father and brother expectantly. Raukos was shaking his head `no’, and my father seemed to be thinking about it. I looked at Legolas out of the corner of my eye and saw he was amused by my families reaction to my request.
“Even so, Moriwen. You are young, and have no family here,” my father finally said.
I thought of what happens in America when a child is caught between two homes.
“Perhaps I could live in both places.”
All three men stared at me with confused expressions on their faces. They had probably never heard of `joint custody’.
“Pardon me?” Legolas asked finally.
“I could live in Mirkwood for, say, half a year. A year, however long you decide. And then live in Maddas for the same amount of time. I could live in both homes. In America it’s called joint custody,” I explained.
“A season,” Raukos said.
“What?” My father and Legolas asked in unison.
“She can stay in each land for a season,” Raukos answered.
“That is way too much traveling! She’ll end up staying in each land for only one month,” Legolas exclaimed.
“Raukos, I appreciate your input, but this isn’t exactly your decision to make,” my father said.
“Now, Prince Legolas. How long would you want my daughter to stay here?”
“Father, your joking?! He’d want her to stay here for all of eternity,” Raukos protested.
“Well, I wont let him. Seriously, Prince, how long would you like her to stay with you?”
“What’s the longest you would allow her to?”
“A half of a year. That is the longest I wish her to remain away from me,” my father answered.
“Then that is fine, sir. I appreciate it-,” Legolas started.
“Of course you appreciate it! Father, did you know where Moriwen was last night?”
Everyone turned to me after Raukos’s outburst. Legolas was slightly shaking his head `no’, Raukos was smirking and my father was looking at me expectantly.
“Moriwen, where were you last night?”
“I was…,” I turned to Legolas.
“I was with Legolas,” I admitted barely above a whisper.
The King of the Moriquendi sat up straighter and glared at Legolas, yet he continued to talk to me.
“How late were you with him?”
“She was only with me until about two past midnight. No longer than that,” Legolas said before I could get a word out.
“And what were you doing, Moriwen?” My fathers gaze remained on Legolas.
“And becoming intimate,” Raukos muttered. All of us were elves so of course we heard it.
“No we weren’t!” I protested. I stood up and walked over to him. “How dare you say that?!”
“I say it because it is true, sister! You were `frolicking’ with that arrogant prince!”
“HE’S an arrogant prince?! You’re one to talk. I’ve known you for two days and I can already tell that you are one of THE biggest snobs in the world!”
Raukos and I were in each others faces. We were truly fighting like brother and sister.
We both turned to look at our father.
“Raukos, how dare you raise your voice to a lady! And how dare you raise your voice,” my father added as he looked at me. He was on his feet now and had a hand on our shoulders. “Now leave. I must work out the details with Prince Legolas.”
Raukos and I left the room reluctantly.
“I can’t believe you,” I hissed at him.
“You told him that I was in Legolas’s room.”
“I know that! Look, sister, I’m only worried about you. I don’t want you to get hurt. I also don’t want you to do something that you will later regret!”
Raukos put a hand on each of my shoulders and bent down to look straight in my eyes.
“I love you. You’re my only sister.” With that, Raukos leaned down and kissed me on my forehead. I glared at him and stomped away. I had no idea that I was going to get lost!