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Prologue
"Please be calm."
"How can I be calm?" An angry voice said.
"Please don't be angry." She sighed.
"Don't be angry? I'm not angry. Why should I be. Just because my father tried to kill the one I love, or because you just sat there and gave him the go-ahead?"
Thranduil slowly followed the shouting until he stood next to the door. He didn't dare go in yet. He silently listened.
"It's not his fault." The female voice softly reminded him.
"..What?" The male voice scoffed. "His knife just accidentally moved towards your neck?"
"He is just trying to protect you."
"I don't understand."
"He wants to protect your happiness."
"How does killing you help? YOU make me happy." The silky voice for once not soft, but razor sharp in its anger.
Thranduil flinched.
"He is yet to fully accept me and, Legolas, please understand, I'm still a stranger here. No matter how long I'm here. I remain a mystery."
"That's not your fault."
"I know. But everything unknown is potentially dangerous. You know that." The female voice said in a reprimanding tone.
"You wouldn't hurt a fly!" Legolas angrily exclaimed.
Silence prevailed for a while. Thranduil was torn. Should he go in? Or not yet? He wanted to make peace with Legolas and so he had to apologise.. to her.
"You know why he did it?"
"No. Enlighten me."
"He came into my room with the knife and I knew what he wanted to do. But he explained himself first. Killing for no reason is looked down upon of course.."
".. What did he say?"
"He said that I would prevent you from being truly happy. That I was a threat to you, even though you wouldn't see it that way. As a parent it is his duty to make sure you are protected from every danger. He sincerely believes that I am a burden to you and who knows, I might be. I believed his words and if your father truly believes you would be better off without me, who am I to stop him? That's why I didn't resist."
"It is not for him to decide what will be my happiness." Legolas said after ruminating on her words.
"That may be true. But I understand his reasoning. I.. Some of my memories came back."
"What?!"
"Yes."
"What do you remember? Your name? Where you came from?" Legolas said excitedly.
"No, not that," she said with a sad voice. "I remembered the reason for my flight."
Thranduil could hear Legolas stop his pacing and sitting down on her bed.
"Tell me."