Rori- Thank you. She wasn't there because…I choose not to have her there! She would have stayed with Aragorn in their 'heaven', I would think. If you know what I mean.
Elerrina- I really like your story, so please update soon! Glad you like my stories. Hope you like this one as much as you seemed to like the others! ^_^ Radiion- *bows* Thank you, thank you very much! Great review! Here it is, the new story. Hope you like it! Melia- Glad you loved it! ^_^ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter1: Sad Mornings, Joyous News.
The sun had just risen over the treetops. Dew still glistened on the leaves and lush green grass. Birds sang, hidden away in the undergrowth, and small animals crept silently through the woods. It was early morning, and no one had yet awoken. Except one.
He stood on his balcony, gazing at the steadily rising sun, breathing in the crisp, fresh morning air. His deep eyes searched over his home, taking in everything. He was leant on the railings, head resting cupped in his hands, and tears leaving a soft trail down his porcelain face.
He had just lost the one he loved to another. It had happened the previous day, yet he could still feel the pain, still hear her voice, telling him that it was over. He felt lost, numb, and alone. He hadn't expected it at all; it had been a complete shock. He had been sitting in the library reading when she had come to him. He could tell by her expression that it was bad news.
*Flashback
He looked up from the book on archery he was reading. Her face was blank, showing no emotions. He could sense something was wrong. He placed the book down on the table next to his chair, and stood to greet her. "There is no need to greet me," she said sharply. He felt her voice go through him like ice. "Melonin? (My love?) What is wrong?" he asked.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you like this, but it is the easiest way. We're finished." He felt like he had been punched. He stared at her, eyes wide with shock. "Wh…what?"
"I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry. I love another."
"Who?" he asked coolly.
"That is none of your business. I am with him now, not with you. It's over between us. Good-bye…my Lord." She swept out of the library, the hem of her dress dancing around her ankles.
*End of Flashback.
He bit back the tears that threatened to spill again. It had been too sharp, the way she had told him. There had been no sympathy or sadness in her voice. Just icy coldness. Her eyes had borne right through him, seeming to seek out his very soul. There had been no love for him anymore. She hadn't even wanted to be friends. And she had called him 'Lord'. That showed that she now only regarded him as her Prince, nothing more. He sighed unhappily, and went back into his room.
The bed had not been slept in, and so the sheets weren't creased, and the pillows still soft. The curtains of his balcony doors moved with the slight breeze that blew in. It was a beautiful morning, as many mornings in his home were, but he saw, nor felt any of this. He felt only the cold and hurt of rejection. He sat on the end of his bed, and pondered his thoughts.
A knock on the door startled him. "Who is it?" he called blearily.
"Its me Dan. You know, your 'brother'. Or have you forgotten me already?"
"Of course not. Come in." The door opened, and Elladan stepped into the room. He smiled at his brother. "You alright?" Elrohir shook his head. "No, it still hurts." Elladan sat down beside his twin. "Of course it does. She said it so coldly, so…sharply."
"That's what I thought. She could have broken it a little more gently."
"Well, it clearly shows she wasn't worth the trouble. Now come on, you'll never guess who is on his way."
"Who?"
"Only a certain little Prince called Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood." Elrohir just nodded.
"Oh come on Elrohir, be a bit more enthusiastic."
"Dan, I've just lost the one I love to someone else who is clearly better than I. It gets one a little depressed, as you might imagine."
"Fine then. I'll just have to welcome Legolas on my own." He stood. "I'll leave you to mope." He walked swiftly out of the room, closing the door behind him.