Willow
sat on a bench and looked at the stars. I don't want to be a lady; I have
never wanted to be a lady! She thought angrily. All I want to do is
practice my sword fighting and archery. Not learn how to walk properly and sit
properly!
"Willow?"
She
turned to see Prince Legolas standing behind her.
"I
just want to be left alone, thank you. Your Highness."
She
turned back to look at the stars again.
Legolas
didn't know what to say. He was at a loss for words. Willow was different from
the other elf maidens he knew.
"Willow,
I…"
"Leave
her Legolas, your father wishes to see you inside."
Willow
kept looking up the stars. When she turned around she saw that Gandalf was
sitting next to her.
"Aren't
you happy here Willow?"
"Yes
and no."
Gandalf
looked amused.
"Yes
and no?"
Willow
nodded.
"I
still feel trapped. But it is a different type of trapped."
"Go
on."
"Everyone
expects me to be a perfect Lady from living in Rivendell and I'm not. They are
trying to give me lessons to become more like a lady. But it isn't working. I
don't want to be a lady, Mithrandir."
Gandalf
sighed.
"Would
you rather go back to Rivendell?"
"No,
I mean I love Rivendell and everyone in it. But I like it here too." I would
like it a lot better if they weren't trying to make me become a lady!
Willow thought.
Gandalf
sighed again.
"Give
it a try Willow. Try and be a lady. Lord Elrond would be pleased if he at least
knew that you were trying."
"I
know."
He
stood up.
"Are
you going to come back into the hall?"
"After
I just stormed out of it? Are you serious?"
Gandalf
laughed.
"I
am sure the King will forgive you."
Willow
stood up.
"I
will try to be a lady but no promises. Do you know how hard it is to walk with
a book on your head without falling over?"
Gandalf
laughed again.
"It's
not funny especially when you get a tablecloth on you as well!"
They
entered the hall and Willow sat down again. Legolas looked at her. I am
going to figure you out Willow. He vowed silently.