Sorry all if this one seems a little short. The conversations and dialogue are always necessary to add a little depth to the story. And it may seem that I keep going back and forth between names of Elenya and Emilie. Dont mind it. Its something I do sporadically not intentionally. LOL Emilie is my name and the thoughts and my feelings and my actions are fitted into this story of how I would handle a situation like this. So the girl in the story may be me in third person though it may never have happened though it may have been in a dream.
They journeyed on ever riding north until they had come to Rivendell. They had met with no difficulties along the way. Nor had there been travelers. Areniel wondered at this. Perhaps they should have stopped at a town to seek information. She was finally glad to see the woods of Rivendell and the nearing houses. The Princes of Rivendell greeted them warmly and seemed to be quite taken with the Princess when they first glanced at her. She did indeed look like her mother Arwen.
They were each given rooms in the city, but Valmarias doubted he would stay very much longer. Areniel was in the middle of changing when she heard a knock on her door.
She finished slipping the blue short sleeved dress on. She brushed out the tangles in her dark silver hair and brought it to one side. Areniel slowly turned the door-knob. She expected to see Valmarias but it was Elrohir.
“My brother sent me to find out if you were comfortable.”
“Oh yes indeed. Thank you for the room.”
“I never would have expected a Princess of Gondor to ever be staying here. But then again you are my sister’s daughter. Do you not think you should be in Minas Tirith?”
“I do not know if I shall be returning there.”
“But your father-” Elrohir protested.
“I shall send Valmarias to Minas Tirith with a message to say that I am well.”
“He is a brave man that rogue,” Elrohir smiled.
“He saved my life. He is a ranger.”
“Hmm he is a good man to trust.”
“I do trust him. He saved my life from the Prince’s hand and saw me this far to Rivendell,” she thought of Valmarias.
“You must have been very brave to travel this far.”
“We met with little difficulties,” she said thinking of the simple journey to Rivendell.
“I still wonder if you ever shall return to Minas Tirith. But tis nice for my niece to visit. Will you stay here Princess?” he inquired.
“For the time being.”
“I am glad. It is an honor and a privilege to have you here.”
“Thank you, Prince.”
“Call me Elrohir or uncle,” he laughed.
“I will do whatever you ask of me, Uncle Elrohir,” she giggled.
“Then will you accompany me to the courtyard, niece?” he asked offering his arm.
She smiled and took it. They discussed many a thing. But she seemed surprised as he kept asking questions of Minas Tirith. She wondered if he longed to see it. She finally posed a question.
“Are you and your brother ever going to travel to Valinor?”
“I know not. We are deeply bound to Middle Earth. And we love Rivendell. It has been our home for more than three thousand years. And our sister still abides in Minas Tirith. I would love to see her dearly. She is our only sister, and I do love her so. I do not wish her to remain solely alone when Aragorn has passed. I love Aragorn as well though it seemed to our father he stole her heart. In a way he did. But she could never have had a better man, your mother.”
“I know. I miss my mother too.”
“Why did you leave Minas Tirith?”
“I could not stay. Have you not ever longed for adventure? I was not born during the War of the Ring? Why was I taught the weapon if I could never use it?”
“I did long for adventure. And I had a taste of it when Eladdan and I recaptured our mother from the orcs. But that as enough for us to know what they did to her. She lost her hope and went to Valinor. I don’t think she ever regained it.”
Areniel looked at the ground thinking of Elrond’s wife. She looked into the garden and saw Valmarias wandering there.
“He is a brave man. Scarred as well I know from what he has told me,” Elrohir said.
“What has he told you Uncle?”
“I believe if you ask him, he would tell you. Princess, my niece, I think he loves you.”
She wondered if Elrohir was right?
Legolas was closely guarded, and Emilie a did not go to see him that night. She woke in the morning to the rays of golden sunlight pouring through her room. Quickly, she washed her face and changed into a pale blue dress with no sleeves. Elenya told Elise she could go, and Emilie French braided her own hair loosely. She did not want to look perfect when she would go to see the Prince that day.
He was at the Great Hall as usual seated at the table for the morning meal. She sat in her usual place and remained silent, but knew she would break the silence soon. She finally did.
“I want to see him again,” she swallowed back the lump in her throat finally relieved to have it out.
The Prince slammed a fist down on the table knocking over his drink.
“No,” he said simply.
He stood up from the table and circled around behind her hair. He knelt down and whispered in her ear, “Because he is not worthy of you.”
She took the moment and brought her fist behind knocking into his nose. He gripped it in pain feeling blood unaware of how strong she could be. She stood up.
“Don’t ever say anything like that again or you will find yourself possessing more than just a bloody nose. That is far from the truth. Possibly I am not worthy of him.”
“How can you be so stubborn?” he asked covering his nose with a cloth.
“It is not I who is being stubborn but you who are failing and weakening through my denial. Why should I accept you? You are nothing but a coward with a heart full of fear!” she said remembering the old line.
He reacted just as she thought. He threw down the bloody handkerchief and approached her glaring.
“Do not say that, Elenya,” he ordered.
“You can’t hurt me Prince because you would not want to hurt your precious prize,” she continued the lines from one of her favorite movies. “Legolas and I are joined together by the bonds of love. And you cannot track that not with a thousand bloodhounds. And you cannot break it not with a thousand swords,” she said with venom. “And when I say you are a coward, it is only because you were the slimiest weakling ever to crawl the earth!”
Suddenly, without warning, the Prince took out his anger and knocked the table over roughly while screaming. Elenya did not move. He walked over to her side and took her shoulders so tight she cried out. He yanked the ribbon from the braid so her hair unraveled and fell about her shoulders. He pulled her to him tightly and lowered his lips to hers. His lips crinkled into a slight smile as he teased her meeting her eyes his lips poised upon kissing hers. She turned her face away.
“See you are afraid to look at me.”
She struck him and backed away. “No, I just don’t want to. Don’t come near me unless you want a bloody nose again. What do you want of me?”
“I just want you.”
“And I want to see Legolas.”
He sighed. “If it will calm you down.”
“I’m never calm.” (And that is indeed true)
“I have witnessed that today.”