Authors note: Before you read, I would like to let you all know I've begun
posting a new story on here. (One I am having a TREMENDOUS time writing.)
If you like this story, I guarantee you will enjoy my other, called FATED.
I've just started, but I think it will prove to be entertaining, to say the
least. Anyway, read on! (*Please note: This is by far one of the shortest
chapters I've ever written, but it's a "transition" lit of a chapter so the
next can start at a fast pace. Thanks!)
A Way Out
She was an idiot. She just could not keep her mouth shut, and look where it had gotten her. Blurting her feelings out like they really mattered! And taking command like she owned him! Alakdaliel placed two fingers on each side of her head, gently massaging her temples. She was a fool. What kind of Princess looses every sane thought in their mind just because a dashing, handsome, wonderful, perfect, Prince comes along and saves her from captors? All right, perhaps Alakdaliel could see some reason as to why she lost her wits when Legolas had brought her up from the sea. After all that wishing and dreaming that he would be there, it was no wonder she had almost fallen to her knees and kissed his hand.
Yes, she certainly was a fool. He had come to help a maiden in distress, not to find a new bride- not to mention the one he had back home! - Alakdaliel could not keep the heat from rising to her cheeks, rapidly spreading up her pointed ears. A way out. She needed to give the Prince a way out. She had given him no chance to voice his feelings. What had possessed her! Alakdaliel nearly flung her hands up in frustration. She had no right to be that outgoing. No right! Though Legolas had admitted she held a piece of his heart back in Mirkwood before this blasted journey began, he mentioned not one word of marrying! She was only glad the Prince was traveling on his horse so he could not see her reddened face, the shame clearly visible.
Groaning she leaned her head back onto the carriage walls. Alakdaliel was glad-more than glad- to get off the sea, but the carriage ride didn't seem much better. The bumps of the uneven road were just as jolting as the waves of the water. Gripping the side of the door she felt the urge to heave, the very thought of her misfortune pushing in on her mind. 'If only Daren were here, Blast him! He could finish her off!' Look at her! Even now she could not stop thinking of herself! Self-pity was disgusting, and she would not let it consume her. She would not!
A way out.
Alakdaliel would not force the prince into this arrangement.
A way out.
She could not go against the king's wishes.
A way out.
She could not push Legolas's betrothed out of Mirkwood, alone and unmarried.
A way out.
She would make him hate her.
Please reivew!
A Way Out
She was an idiot. She just could not keep her mouth shut, and look where it had gotten her. Blurting her feelings out like they really mattered! And taking command like she owned him! Alakdaliel placed two fingers on each side of her head, gently massaging her temples. She was a fool. What kind of Princess looses every sane thought in their mind just because a dashing, handsome, wonderful, perfect, Prince comes along and saves her from captors? All right, perhaps Alakdaliel could see some reason as to why she lost her wits when Legolas had brought her up from the sea. After all that wishing and dreaming that he would be there, it was no wonder she had almost fallen to her knees and kissed his hand.
Yes, she certainly was a fool. He had come to help a maiden in distress, not to find a new bride- not to mention the one he had back home! - Alakdaliel could not keep the heat from rising to her cheeks, rapidly spreading up her pointed ears. A way out. She needed to give the Prince a way out. She had given him no chance to voice his feelings. What had possessed her! Alakdaliel nearly flung her hands up in frustration. She had no right to be that outgoing. No right! Though Legolas had admitted she held a piece of his heart back in Mirkwood before this blasted journey began, he mentioned not one word of marrying! She was only glad the Prince was traveling on his horse so he could not see her reddened face, the shame clearly visible.
Groaning she leaned her head back onto the carriage walls. Alakdaliel was glad-more than glad- to get off the sea, but the carriage ride didn't seem much better. The bumps of the uneven road were just as jolting as the waves of the water. Gripping the side of the door she felt the urge to heave, the very thought of her misfortune pushing in on her mind. 'If only Daren were here, Blast him! He could finish her off!' Look at her! Even now she could not stop thinking of herself! Self-pity was disgusting, and she would not let it consume her. She would not!
A way out.
Alakdaliel would not force the prince into this arrangement.
A way out.
She could not go against the king's wishes.
A way out.
She could not push Legolas's betrothed out of Mirkwood, alone and unmarried.
A way out.
She would make him hate her.
Please reivew!