Sad Romance
Summary: "Once we are beloved but now we are abandoning from our loving people even though we do not know what's wrong we had done. But we still love them even if we do not know them and cannot remember them." Mog
Chapter one: Bitter sweet
The rain pours down from the night sky of town. A dark brown curly hair woman sat quietly on an old wooden chair at a glassy window to see the falls. Two soft hands fit her thin blanket around her body to warm her. The candle's frame dances across the blows wind from an ajar-window on the third floor of a creamy building. The cold wind cools a room downs like a winter as a woman who still loses in the winter of heart. A sad romance song resonates softly from an old player on an end table in her room to lull every life sleep peacefully in this night. But the woman is awaking up from her nightmare that never dreams for long time until the last hour. This nightmare nerves her brain and her heart to afraid to sleep again.
'That dream again'
The slim frame got up and picked up her thin blanket before turn on a music player to play the songs.
She walked to a window in her room and open slightly to let the wind blows into her small room. Dark brown hair is floating in the air and waving slightly when the owner turns around to pick up a candle and a match from a deck to light it up then put it on an ashtray. A small hand pushed it aside of a table to protect the light from the blowing wind.
'Why do I dream about that day again?' She sat on a chair and turned her fine face to the window. 'I never wish it happen in my life.'
A pair of honey brown eyes is wetting a little by the sorrow tear drops. 'Why do you hurt me, Tutu?'
Last thousand years ago,
A young woman is happy when her lover gave her a light violoet silk gown and the most beautiful circlet she ever seen before.
"Tutu"
"Let me see how beautiful you are, Ithilethiel." A blond hair elf in a green and gray robe stand firmly in the elven living room is next to his Mirkwood Palace's garden where the golden sunlight can shine through the high trees and thick leaves to touch the flower bushes, the streams and the ground.
The young woman walked to an adjoined small room to change the cloth and walked back to the room to show her lover.
"You are comely, my Ithilethiel." He smiles.
The beauty moves close and stopped before him. "Tutu"
"Here is my circlet and I wish you wear it on that day."
"I promise, my Tutu" A beauty smiles happily and dreams on the day he and her will be together and forever.
"I love you, my Tutu." The soft lips kiss on his cheek when her soft arms belt his torso to melt her body with him.
…
A long blond hair man walked along the hall way to see the Mirkwood throne in his study room on the second floor of the palace. A long blond wavy hair man sits on his chair to scan the report carefully. He allows a new comer to inform him the important news.
"Lady of Noldor will be here on the next three days."
"That's great and what about the celebration?"
"It's almost done but…"
"What?"
"Lady Ithilethiel"
"She doesn't know yet."
"My lord" Fenian is worry but he cannot stop his lord to hurt the young woman who does not know her future.
He knew that his lord and this lady are the ally since the last five hundred years ago when they found each other in the middle earth and they are always stay on their side to drive the orcs, goblins and uruks from Lindórinand or Lothlórien in nowadays.
'Why does he offend her so much?' Fenian tried to remember and got the last day of Lady Seirye.
Fenian stopped at the porch when he sees King Oropher stood quietly to see the birds sing a song on a mossy branch near the palace.
"My lord Oropher"
The silver hair elf does not turned to see him but answered. "Hn"
"I have been worry about Lady Ithilethiel and I afraid that she might…"
"I know but what can we do, Fenian? She had been betrayed my trust in the past and nearly kill my son."
"But" A beauteous youthful face sent his son's henchman a cold.
"Zip your mouth" The kink turned around and left the younger at the porch.
'I cannot help you, Ithilethiel. Because you are the one who killed my wife too.' Oropher is upset when he recalls his memory.
**Flash back**
His sensitive ears heard a woman's scream from a second floor room in the eastern wing of the palace. The king can remember this scream sound because it's his beloved wife. He and his assistant rushed to the room where the sound from. The womanly large hands push the door swung open and see somebody lies on the cold floor and a slim figure stands beside the laying one.
The winter wind blew her dark brown curly hair into the air while her angel face is blank but color by crimson blood. Her hand held a bloody dagger firmly when she lost in her thought. The elf king is going to push her away but the small figure dodged a side and stares at him.
"Ithilethiel"
She pauses and looked at him like a question. "King Oropher"
A large hand hit her hand to left the dagger before snatches her neck close to him. "What are you doing?"
"I…I…"
"What! You do what, Ithilethiel?" He fits his grip while dig his fingers into her shoulder tip.
"My lord, please release your grip or she will die before you get the answer."
**End flash back**
A tall frame walked toward an elder elf who stands out among the clear garden is going to be the wedding ceremony place for his only son.
"Father"
"What about her, Thranduil?"
"She is still fool."
"I hope this plan is working."
"Surely" An angelic face smiles evilly.
The young prince is waiting for a main character will perform in his stage and that time he will get rid of the murderer who is blind with his fake love.
'I will pay you the grand prize and you will admit it, Ithilethiel.'