“Legolas! Where are you going?” King Thranduil called after his son as he sprinted out of the room.
Legolas didn’t answer. He was already in his quarters. He took out some clothes and threw them into a leather pack. He didn’t look up as his father entered the room.
“Are you going to Maddas? Legolas, that’s not the smartest thing you’ve done,” Thranduil said as he stood in the door.
“Father! Sabros isn’t there anymore, he’s in Rivendell. I have to go.”
Legolas pushed past his father and went down to the kitchen for some lembas. Thranduil followed.
“She’s married, Legolas.”
Upon hearing those words, Legolas stopped moving.
“Against her will,” the prince muttered.
“Not against her will, Legolas. You were there, you saw her. She told you she didn’t love you, just let her be.”
“No,” Legolas said finally.
He went outside and called for his horse, Arod. He mounted the white steed and sped away to the north.
“Your Majesty! You have a visitor,” I heard Silayah yell.
I put down the bottle I using to feed Ladicilion and, holding my son, ran to meet the visitor. I was dying for someone to talk to. When I entered the main room, I stopped.
“Legolas,” I gasped.
Legolas smiled at me and then looked down at Ladicilion. He took a step forward.
“We weren’t told that you had a child,” he said.
“I assumed that Sabros was making it well known.”
Legolas couldn’t stop staring at Ladicilion.
“You don’t seem very happy about being an uncle,” I said rudely. I was still mad that he hadn’t told me about his relationship with Sabros.
Legolas looked up at me, shocked.
“What did you say?”
“Why didn’t you tell me that Sabros was your older brother?”
Legolas clenched his fist and gave me a cold
“Sabros isn’t my brother. I don’t have a brother.”
“But when you saw him, back in Mirkwood, in the
library. You seemed so happy to see him. Why?”
“Because, he is my friend. Or at least he was my friend, but he is not my brother,” Legolas said through clenched teeth.
I handed Ladicilion to Silayah, and motioned for Legolas to sit down. He did.
“Why are you here?” I asked him as I sat down in a chair across from his.
He reached out and held my hand for a second before he answered.
“I wanted to see you again. Sabros isn’t here, so I didn’t have to worry about getting into another fight with him,” Legolas added with a laugh, talking about the wedding reception.
I gave him a cold stare.
“Which I am very sorry about, by the way. I shouldn’t have ruined your wedding,” he apologized, trying to sound sincere.
“Legolas, you do realize that I am married. Even though you want to change that, you can’t,” I told him, pulling my hand away from his.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Why did you stop loving me? I mean, you went from loving me to him as if I never even existed. I was wondering, why?”
I stared at the floor for awhile. I was ashamed to meet his gaze, and I thought of the best way to answer.
I looked up at Legolas, to see him looking at me with a startled and confused look.
“I still love you, Legolas. Sabros just… he’s very powerful, and I can’t counter his spells. With my mind and heart, I have always loved you. But Sabros forced me to SAY that I loved him. He’s your brother, you know what he is capable of.”
“I knew that you were under his spell in the beginning, but it was that long lasting?”
“No! I wasn’t under his spell most of the time, unless you were around or I was…misbehaving. He knew that I loved you, he just didn’t care,” I explained to him.
“That sounds like Mekero…uh…I mean Sabros. He cares about only himself,” Legolas said with resentment.
“Why was he exiled?” I asked.
“Because I discovered him using Black Magic. I panicked and told father. I mean, I was 1,000 years-old. How else would you expect me to react?”
“I hope that you would react the same now-a-days. Black Magic?! That’s a big deal Legolas.”
“How would you know? Black Magic is so common around here. Even your maid, what was her name? Silayah, she can do it as well,” Legolas said sternly.
“Oh,” I muttered. “Why are you here again?”
“To see you. And possibly bring you with me.” Legolas muttered these last words.
“What?! Legolas… I can’t! That would infuriate him, if he came back and I was gone. And what about Ladicilion? I can’t leave him-,” Legolas cut me off.
“I know! You don’t have to leave him, you can bring him with you.”
I started shaking my head.
“Oh, no. No, no, no, no! Sabros LOVES Ladicilion. To take his son away from him is the same as committing suicide. He’d never forgive you, or me, for that matter. He’d kill me,” I protested.
“That’s why we leave now, so that we’ll be in Mirkwood by the time he comes back here,” Legolas pleaded.
“Or he’ll be in Mirkwood by the time we get there. Don’t you see? He’s capturing the weakest of the elven kingdoms first and then moving on to the others. After Rivendell, he’s going to head to Mirkwood,” I said.
“Well, the reports said that they had weapons that were on fire. Would you know anything about that?” Legolas asked with in a teasing tone.
“Yes. I did that,” I admitted.
“Isn’t he going to have to come back here for you to re-light them?”
I suddenly figured out where he was going with this. He wouldn’t go straight to Mirkwood, he’d come back here. And when he got here, Legolas and I would be on the way to Mirkwood.
“Okay,” I agreed. “I’ll go-,” I was cut off when I saw the look on his face. He’s eyes were wide and his was looking behind me. I turned around.
“Excuse, Your Majesty, but where are you going?” Jatub asked. My eyes fell to the sword he was holding, unsheathed.
“I was…uh…um…I,” I stammered.
“Who are you to question where she is going? Isn’t she your queen?” Legolas asked, standing up.
“I don’t serve her, only King Sabros. He told me to keep an eye on her while he was gone. I don’t think he would want her to be going anywhere with you,” Jatub growled at Legolas.
Legolas pulled out his long-knives and I stood up.
“No,” I started to protest. But I never got a chance to.
“She’s is going with Legolas,” a familiar voice said. Then I heard the sound of a blade being pushed into the flesh, and Jatub dropped to the ground, a knife in his back.
“Good to see you again, Legolas,” a Moriquendi said with a smile.
“Sauros,” Legolas answered.
He walked over to the Moriquendi and embraced him.
“Moriwen, don’t you remember him?” Legolas
asked, seeing the confused look on his face.
I shook my head.
“When those Moriquendi attacked us? Sauros stabbed his leader…he saved us, remember?”
“Oh, yeah! Thank you for that, bye the way,” I said.
“No problem. Look, why don’t you two leave? I’ll get Ladicilion and catch up with you by tomorrow, okay?”
“But what about my things, and-.” Sauros stopped me with a wave of his hand.
“I’ll get those too. Some of your jewelry and dresses and books, alright?”
“Thank you,” Legolas and I said in unison.
“Moriwen, go get the fastest horse in your stables and then meet me out front,” Legolas told me as he headed towards the door.
I sprinted towards the stables and pulled out on of Sabros’s horses. He always had the fastest. I mounted and headed to the door. I saw Sauros through one of the windows.
“Sauros! Sauros,” I yelled.
He heard me and looked down.
“Get ALL of my weapons too, please,” I asked.
He nodded and I went to go meet Legolas. When I got there, he was waiting on Arod. He seemed very serious, and I was excited.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
“Yes,” I answered, accompanied by a vigorous nod.
He smiled and turned Arod away. I followed after him. We rode our horses as hard as the would go, and by night fall both of them were getting tired.
“Let’s walk them for awhile,” Legolas said as he stopped and dismounted. I did the same. We walked our horses for what I assumed to be about three miles. Then we mounted again, but kept the same pace.
“Thank you so much for coming and getting me,” I told him.
“I knew that you didn’t REALLY love him,” he said with a laugh.
“Hey, how `bout we stop her for tonight?” He suggested.
After the camp was set up, Legolas sat down beside me and leaned in to kiss me. I pulled away from him.
“Legolas, even though I don’t like it, I am married. It isn’t proper for you to kiss me, or be this close to me for that matter,” I explained.
“I though you didn’t like it when I was proper around?” He asked, smiling.
“Well, I’d appreciate it if you were at least moral around me,” I asked.
He just sat up and nodded. A second later, he stood up and walked over to a tree on the other side of the clearing. He sat down, leaned against it and fell asleep. I did the same, but my last thought that day was that I really wished I wasn’t married.