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A/N I realised how... crappy... this was, and decided to rewrite it. I sincerely hope it'll be better this time.
~*~*~ BETRAYAL ~*~*~
Had you been in the vast gardens of Mirkwood at dusk on a fine summer day, you would've seen a rather frankly bored looking elf swinging lazily on a white swinging chair. She innocently twirled golden hair around one finger, and her green eyes were wide with seeming naïveté. A half smile played on her lips as she craned her neck to see the sundial a few metres away from her. She scowled, even as a shadowy figure appeared among the trees.
"You're -late-, Dimechorion..." she raised her eyebrows at the dark haired elf, silently demanding an explanation. He gave none.
"As always, melamin, as always..." he sat down next to her. She smiled, and their lips locked in a passionate kiss. She broke it first, wriggling away from him, nimbly.
"What do you have for me? Presents..." her voice took on a distinctly bored tone, "News." as if anything he had to tell her would be of no importance. He scowled, slightly. She smirked at the effect she had on him.
"Today, I think, I have the biggest news since Sauron was defeated," he told her, with an air of superiority. She intensely disliked this, and her jaw set in a grim line.
"I have no desire to hear such news from you!" she spat, turning away. He softly caressed the back of her neck, and, despite her misgivings, she relented.
"Fine. What is this earth-shattering news that you have for me?" she asked, once again facing him. His eyes narrowed, and he became slightly fidgety.
"You promised me your eternal love, and you shall give it to me, yes?" he asked her.
She looked at him suspiciously, then smiled. Rumoured innocence was such a help.
"I promised you the stars, but I cannot give you them," she answered with a riddle. He became distinctly uncomfortable, but she kept her eyes locked on his.
"But you -would- do anything for me, no?" there was a desperate undertone to his voice. She smirked. Oh, life was good.
"I would go to Valinor for you, but if it was good as is rumoured, I may not return," she told him, watching him squirm beneath her gaze. Like a little, wriggling worm. How cute.
"Then you must do this. I have nothing. You society threw me out on my heel for -petty- crimes," he curled his lip in distaste.
"You killed the Crown Prince, Dimechorion," she reminded him.
"-Petty- crimes. But you, my love, will win me revenge. This new Prince, the jumped up whoreson. I want him broken and insane. Oh, and my love, you can do that. Break his heart, and I will break his legs!" his breathing was ragged, and every ounce of hatred in his body had been poured into those few sentences. It was quite amusing, really.
"And I get...?"
"Eternal gratitude... and endless riches," he told her.
"For you and endless riches, anything," she told him.
"I knew I could count on you..." he whispered sibilantly.
"You can't. You best hope he doesn't offer me something better!" she called after him, as he melted away into the forest.
She sat back. Mmmm... this would be fun. Toying with the heart of an innocent Prince, then eternal riches and undying gratitude and a debt from Demichorion...
Could it get any better?
*
A/N Review if you like it so far. Even flames are accepted, even welcomed. Those of you who've read this before will notice drastic changes. Basically, I read it again and decided it was unbelievably bad. I hope you like this version better.
A/N I realised how... crappy... this was, and decided to rewrite it. I sincerely hope it'll be better this time.
~*~*~ BETRAYAL ~*~*~
Had you been in the vast gardens of Mirkwood at dusk on a fine summer day, you would've seen a rather frankly bored looking elf swinging lazily on a white swinging chair. She innocently twirled golden hair around one finger, and her green eyes were wide with seeming naïveté. A half smile played on her lips as she craned her neck to see the sundial a few metres away from her. She scowled, even as a shadowy figure appeared among the trees.
"You're -late-, Dimechorion..." she raised her eyebrows at the dark haired elf, silently demanding an explanation. He gave none.
"As always, melamin, as always..." he sat down next to her. She smiled, and their lips locked in a passionate kiss. She broke it first, wriggling away from him, nimbly.
"What do you have for me? Presents..." her voice took on a distinctly bored tone, "News." as if anything he had to tell her would be of no importance. He scowled, slightly. She smirked at the effect she had on him.
"Today, I think, I have the biggest news since Sauron was defeated," he told her, with an air of superiority. She intensely disliked this, and her jaw set in a grim line.
"I have no desire to hear such news from you!" she spat, turning away. He softly caressed the back of her neck, and, despite her misgivings, she relented.
"Fine. What is this earth-shattering news that you have for me?" she asked, once again facing him. His eyes narrowed, and he became slightly fidgety.
"You promised me your eternal love, and you shall give it to me, yes?" he asked her.
She looked at him suspiciously, then smiled. Rumoured innocence was such a help.
"I promised you the stars, but I cannot give you them," she answered with a riddle. He became distinctly uncomfortable, but she kept her eyes locked on his.
"But you -would- do anything for me, no?" there was a desperate undertone to his voice. She smirked. Oh, life was good.
"I would go to Valinor for you, but if it was good as is rumoured, I may not return," she told him, watching him squirm beneath her gaze. Like a little, wriggling worm. How cute.
"Then you must do this. I have nothing. You society threw me out on my heel for -petty- crimes," he curled his lip in distaste.
"You killed the Crown Prince, Dimechorion," she reminded him.
"-Petty- crimes. But you, my love, will win me revenge. This new Prince, the jumped up whoreson. I want him broken and insane. Oh, and my love, you can do that. Break his heart, and I will break his legs!" his breathing was ragged, and every ounce of hatred in his body had been poured into those few sentences. It was quite amusing, really.
"And I get...?"
"Eternal gratitude... and endless riches," he told her.
"For you and endless riches, anything," she told him.
"I knew I could count on you..." he whispered sibilantly.
"You can't. You best hope he doesn't offer me something better!" she called after him, as he melted away into the forest.
She sat back. Mmmm... this would be fun. Toying with the heart of an innocent Prince, then eternal riches and undying gratitude and a debt from Demichorion...
Could it get any better?
*
A/N Review if you like it so far. Even flames are accepted, even welcomed. Those of you who've read this before will notice drastic changes. Basically, I read it again and decided it was unbelievably bad. I hope you like this version better.