In the morning Legolas and I were awaken by a guard. I was laying down next to Legolas and I felt someone standing next to me. I looked up and saw a man standing there. The man cleared his throat. He was staring down at me and I was rather intimidated by him. I felt movement beside me but didn’t take my eye off of the man. I felt Legolas give a slight jump when he saw the guard.
“Kaenon! Oh, Elbereth! You startled me,” I heard him say.
“Forgive me, Your Highness. I was asked by the king to escort you and the princess to the palace,” Kaenon said.
“My father?! He knows that we are here?” Legolas asked while sitting up.
“Yes, the guards spotted you last night, Legolas. They came to me and I instantly sent word to King Thranduil,” Kaenon explained while Legolas helped me up. Legolas looked straight at Kaenon.
“Don’t worry, Prince. He was only told that you and the princess were seen outside the border, not what state you were found in,” Kaenon told the prince, understanding the look that Legolas had given him.
“Thank you friend,” Legolas said.
I rolled up the blankets and secured them on my saddle. There wasn’t really much to pack up, so I sullenly followed Legolas and Kaenon as they led our horses back to the palace. Kaenon was filling Legolas in on all that had happened.
“Oh, Prince! I forgot to tell you something. King Ruinruak is here. And his son Raukos is, as well.”
Legolas stopped dead in his tracks.
“Why are they here? Why in all that is good, are they here?”
“To see Moriwen, I suppose,” Kaenon said, turning towards me. Legolas followed his gaze as Kaenon continued talking. “You would not want to keep a family separated, even if you do not like her family.”
“Not like them? That is an understatement. Those two are-,” Legolas started.
“Ahem, Your Highness. You do not want to talk in such a way in front of a lady.”
“Yes, well. Can I at least kill Ruinruak?” Legolas whined. I’m not sure that he remembered that he was talking about my father.
“No, Prince. Both king’s made a treaty. There is to be no blood spill in Mirkwood, any who do so will be subjected to immense punishment,” Kaenon explained.
At this time my mind had just processed what was about to happen.
“Wait! I’m going to meet my family,” I exclaimed.
Legolas turned to look at me.
“Yes. Well, two members. You have three other brothers that wont be there. They are all older than you,” he explained.
“What about my mother?” I asked. Legolas and Kaenon looked at each other.
“Moriwen, your mother died right after you were born. That’s one of the reasons that the Valar wanted you to go to Earth. Your mother wouldn’t be there to raise you and she was the only one of your family who didn’t want you to turn evil,” Legolas said sympathetically.
“But, my brothers. They’re evil, aren’t they?”
“Yes, but they all have a different mother than you,” he told me.
“So my mother is dead,” I echoed. It wasn’t sinking in. I wouldn’t be able to meet my mother.
“Look. I understand what you’re going through better than most elves. My mother died when I was young, and I don’t remember very much of her. It’s as if I never knew her,” Legolas said. He looked like he was about to cry and he put an arm around me and gave me a small, comforting kiss on the cheek. “Come on. We don’t want to keep everyone waiting.”
And with that, we started walking towards the palace. It took quite a long time. Through most of the walk I held Legolas’s hand but when we neared where elves lived, I had to let go.
When we got to the palace, Legolas and I were rushed to the throne room by two maids. When we got in there, I gasped. The throne room was so beautiful. It was white and green. The walls and floor and most furniture was white and then all decorations were green. I couldn’t believe that such a beautiful place could exist. Then I saw who was standing in the room. He was undoubtedly a Moriquendi. His eyes were dark brown and his hair black. He wore leather armor and a black crown on his head, much like Lord Elrond’s.
“Moriwen,” he said when he saw me. He walked over to me and put his arms around me in a hug. “Oh, my daughter. How could you have grown so much in so little time? It seems to me that I have missed your childhood and that you are almost a lady.”
Tears began to well up in my father’s eyes. He then turned toward Legolas.
“When I agreed to let the prince escort my daughter, I had assumed that he would be escorting a child,” my father stood up straight and walked toward Legolas. “If you laid a hand on my daughter…”
“Father,” I said. The word sounded strange directed toward him. He turned around. Hearing that word coming from my mouth must have shocked him as well. “I assure you that the prince was a gentleman the whole journey.”
Then someone else walked into the room. Another Moriquendi. He was taller and more muscular than my father. He also seemed to have an air of arrogance around him. But that went away as soon as he saw me. He dropped his whole `I am better than all of you’ walk and ran over to me. Instead of hug he picked me up and spun me around as effortlessly as if I was a doll.
“Moriwen,” he exclaimed as he set me down. “You look beautiful, sister.” As soon as he said that he looked at Legolas. At that time it became very apparent to me that my family didn’t trust Legolas.
“I hope that Legolas was a gentleman through the trip. Was he, Moriwen?”
“Yes, Raukos. We’ve already been through all of this.”
“Legolas, why don’t you and the prince step outside. I think we should leave Moriwen and her father alone for awhile,” King Thranduil suggested.
“Yes, father,” Legolas said with a bow. He then bowed to my father and Raukos did the same. They left the room giving each other dark glances. My father and I had a conversation about what it was like on Earth, and basically what had happened to me through-out the past sixteen years. But what was going on between Legolas and my brother was much, much more important.
“So what shall we do to pass the time, Legolas?” Raukos asked as Legolas and him reached a clearing in the forest.
“Let’s see. A small clearing, away from our fathers and both of us are armed. How about a duel? But not one to the death,” Legolas added.
“Of course. We wouldn’t want to leave Mirkwood without a prince now, would we?” Raukos said. The arrogance had returned to his voice. Legolas took out his long-knives and Raukos took out his sword.
“Before we begin,” Raukos started. “I want to know why my sister lied to both me and my father?”
“What did she lie about?” Legolas asked.
“About you. When she said that you hadn’t touched her. I could tell by the tone in her voice that she was lying. Why would she do that?”
“I don’t know. Why would she do that?” Legolas answered in an equally cocky tone.
“Perhaps now, you should tell me the truth,” Raukos held up his sword, ready to cut off Legolas’s head.
“Yes,” Legolas said, simply.
“Yes to what?”
“Yes, I laid a hand on your sister. Two hands to be exact. And more, in case you were wondering.” Legolas brought up his long-knives to meet Raukos’s sword, whose blow was aimed at his head.
“You what?!” Raukos asked him, his voice just barely below a yell.
“I kissed her,” Legolas answered. He turned around in a circle so that he was farther away from Raukos and could readjust his fighting pose.
“If you rapped me sister…”
“Wait, wait, wait! I didn’t get that far with your sister…yet,” Legolas said. He raised his eyebrows.
Once again, Legolas blocked one of my brothers blows.
“How dare you insult my sister,” Raukos yelled.
Legolas smiled as he watched Raukos walk briskly back to the palace.