1 Chapter 13 What
Well; after the last chapter, I don't really know what to write! I am attempting to fix this...But Hey! I wanted it to happen!..I think? I'll see what happens....
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Over the next few days, Eros and Alcarin were practically inseparable. Legolas, having finally worked out that Ali had no idea he liked her, had become melancholy. Anariel was now his constant companion, and he became cold to his best friend and the maiden he claimed to love. Both noticed, and understood, but were so caught up in their new-found happiness, they merely left him to get over it. Ali had no sympathy for men that acted like love sick puppies, but was secretly so desperately sorry, that at times she felt as if she had messed up their whole world. Only when she was with Eros, did she feel truly happy and alive. Left to her own accord, she did not eat, and at night, Nerei often heard her toss and turn in the room next to her own.
King Thranduil had also noticed his son's deepening misery. He ignored the women that spoke to him, and generally threw the most right royal, prince worthy tantrum a 2,932-year-old year old elf prince can throw. He did know what was wrong, and there was nothing anyone could do; except talk to the girl, and he had seen Alcarin, twice. Once, she was with Eros, and so sparklingly happy, that she earned her name, Glorious. The other, she was tired, and ill looking, alone in the garden. It was obvious to him that she was feeling guilty, although she should not be. He did not know the hearts of elven maids, but he knew one that did. His daughter, Berethiel.
Alcarin was sat, alone in the library, reading. Well, not reading, so much as staring at a book and thinking, while the words merged into lines. A cool perfumed breeze swished past her and a gentle voice broke through her thoughts.
"Lady Alcarin."
"Princess Berethiel?"
" Yes, I wish to speak to you about Legolas and Eros."
"Oh."
"Do not worry, I come not to chide, but to aid. I want you to tell me what troubles you, and why. It will aid you both, for you to understand yourself." She spoke softly, and Alcarin made room for her on the window seat. Alcarin found herself pouring out all her troubles, to an understanding and caring ear.
"And I like them both, and I think I love them both, only in different ways. Eros is so...Comfortable, I can tell him anything! I could trust him with my life, and even if I died, I know he would be dead protecting me. But with Legolas....I don't trust myself. He makes me feel...Wrong." She said firmly. Berethiel knew what she meant. "You do not yet have to choose. Why not get to know them both?" Alcarin sighed. "Because Legolas has been acting like a spoilt brat. He did not get what he wanted, so he is sulking. Hiding it well, but nonetheless, sulking. That is not very honourable."
Berethiel smiled. She knew that Alcarin meant it in a good way. Alcarin suddenly broke into quiet sobs. Berethiel hugged her, suddenly feeling a wave of sympathy for the half elf maid, that had been thrown into palace life and romance, and only just recovered from serious injury, and coped alone. Anariel's voice called from the door, "Alcarin? Alcarin!" She had heard the sobs. The three maidens sat together, giving and receiving comfort. When Alcarin's sobs had stopped, she spoke.
"I think it may be time for a good Cauren session."
"Cauren?"
"A week, when men are forbidden to come near us, except our fathers. We pamper ourselves, talk of our lives, and get to know each other better." Replied Anariel softly, still stroking Alcarin's hair.
"You mean a whole week with no males?!"
"Yes."
"That sounds better than the idea of water in a desert!"
And so they set out to tell Thranduil their plan.
"...........So you see, Father, we beg leave to remain in Cauren for as long as we choose. You and Lord Anandual (Anariel's father) will be the only males allowed to see and speak with us." Explained Berethiel. The king looked kindly upon them. "If you are sure it is the right thing to do, daughter, you have my permission. I give leave for you to take Herant with you as guard if you choose to ride."
"Thankyou father."
And they went into the princess' quarters and did not come out for a long while.
Well; after the last chapter, I don't really know what to write! I am attempting to fix this...But Hey! I wanted it to happen!..I think? I'll see what happens....
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Over the next few days, Eros and Alcarin were practically inseparable. Legolas, having finally worked out that Ali had no idea he liked her, had become melancholy. Anariel was now his constant companion, and he became cold to his best friend and the maiden he claimed to love. Both noticed, and understood, but were so caught up in their new-found happiness, they merely left him to get over it. Ali had no sympathy for men that acted like love sick puppies, but was secretly so desperately sorry, that at times she felt as if she had messed up their whole world. Only when she was with Eros, did she feel truly happy and alive. Left to her own accord, she did not eat, and at night, Nerei often heard her toss and turn in the room next to her own.
King Thranduil had also noticed his son's deepening misery. He ignored the women that spoke to him, and generally threw the most right royal, prince worthy tantrum a 2,932-year-old year old elf prince can throw. He did know what was wrong, and there was nothing anyone could do; except talk to the girl, and he had seen Alcarin, twice. Once, she was with Eros, and so sparklingly happy, that she earned her name, Glorious. The other, she was tired, and ill looking, alone in the garden. It was obvious to him that she was feeling guilty, although she should not be. He did not know the hearts of elven maids, but he knew one that did. His daughter, Berethiel.
Alcarin was sat, alone in the library, reading. Well, not reading, so much as staring at a book and thinking, while the words merged into lines. A cool perfumed breeze swished past her and a gentle voice broke through her thoughts.
"Lady Alcarin."
"Princess Berethiel?"
" Yes, I wish to speak to you about Legolas and Eros."
"Oh."
"Do not worry, I come not to chide, but to aid. I want you to tell me what troubles you, and why. It will aid you both, for you to understand yourself." She spoke softly, and Alcarin made room for her on the window seat. Alcarin found herself pouring out all her troubles, to an understanding and caring ear.
"And I like them both, and I think I love them both, only in different ways. Eros is so...Comfortable, I can tell him anything! I could trust him with my life, and even if I died, I know he would be dead protecting me. But with Legolas....I don't trust myself. He makes me feel...Wrong." She said firmly. Berethiel knew what she meant. "You do not yet have to choose. Why not get to know them both?" Alcarin sighed. "Because Legolas has been acting like a spoilt brat. He did not get what he wanted, so he is sulking. Hiding it well, but nonetheless, sulking. That is not very honourable."
Berethiel smiled. She knew that Alcarin meant it in a good way. Alcarin suddenly broke into quiet sobs. Berethiel hugged her, suddenly feeling a wave of sympathy for the half elf maid, that had been thrown into palace life and romance, and only just recovered from serious injury, and coped alone. Anariel's voice called from the door, "Alcarin? Alcarin!" She had heard the sobs. The three maidens sat together, giving and receiving comfort. When Alcarin's sobs had stopped, she spoke.
"I think it may be time for a good Cauren session."
"Cauren?"
"A week, when men are forbidden to come near us, except our fathers. We pamper ourselves, talk of our lives, and get to know each other better." Replied Anariel softly, still stroking Alcarin's hair.
"You mean a whole week with no males?!"
"Yes."
"That sounds better than the idea of water in a desert!"
And so they set out to tell Thranduil their plan.
"...........So you see, Father, we beg leave to remain in Cauren for as long as we choose. You and Lord Anandual (Anariel's father) will be the only males allowed to see and speak with us." Explained Berethiel. The king looked kindly upon them. "If you are sure it is the right thing to do, daughter, you have my permission. I give leave for you to take Herant with you as guard if you choose to ride."
"Thankyou father."
And they went into the princess' quarters and did not come out for a long while.