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If you love me you'll leave me… The words echoed in his mind as he sat on the bough they had first met on. Oh God Pherwing what did I do!?! The words ran through his head again and he shuddered. And what did she mean 'Keep up your guard'? What the hell was going on here? As far as he knew he hadn't done anything wrong, and she hadn't resisted as he first leant in to kiss her. He leant back and closed his eyes, but her smiling face was imprinted on the lids, and it was far too painful. He had to go back and at least find out what was wrong. He couldn't just let it all go…not now…
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She sat on the ground where he had tried to kiss her. Tears wouldn't come now, when before they had always flowed freely down her cheeks. Now, when all she wished for was to cry and let out all her fear and anger, she could not. So she just sat there, staring at the sky. Suddenly she felt a rough hand on her shoulder,
"Remember me?" she gasped. Please god, not now! She thought.
"Dimechorion. What do you want?" she asked, quaking a little.
"What a lovely way to greet your beloved!" he said, and pushed her roughly to the floor.
"Dimechorion, I'm sorry…" she pleaded, as he stepped back and waited for her to get up.
"Pherwing, Pherwing, I told you not to betray me!" he said, his voice sounding dangerously angry. She got up and made to run, but the rough hand grabbed her arm again.
"Don't run from me Pherwing, it'll make it worse," said, and turned her round. She spat in his face and said,
"Leave me alone Dimechorion, I don't care about you're bloody plan!" she opened her mouth to say more but was stopped by a ferocious slap. She fell to the ground and he said,
"You do care about the plan, and you will carry it out. Don't attempt to betray me again!" she looked at the floor, and when she glanced up again, he was gone. She spat blood, he had loosened her tooth. Oh well, she'd live. She was gathering herself together and was about to go home when she heard someone behind her. She twisted round to see who it was,
"Laithol!" she said, in a little surprise, he looked awful, much like she did. She wondered if he could ever be himself again. He had pulled through when mother died, but would that help?
"Pherwing, we have to go, Thranduil is going to attend the funeral, it starts in an hour," he told her. Tears finally dropped from her eyes, and she nodded before they set off home together. She changed into black, put on a veil, tied up her hair, and went down to the foyer to wait for her brother. After about 5 minutes the doorbell rang. Pherwing knew it was unacceptable for the lady of the house to answer the door, so she stayed put. A maid rushed past and opened it.
"Prince Legolas!" the maid curtsied and backed away so that Legolas could enter. Upon seeing him Pherwing rose and did the same.
"My lord," she said, as he waited for her to rise once again. She was in no hurry to do so and meet his eyes. Eventually she did, however, and he said,
"I am, and always will be, Legolas, Pherwing," he said, but she replied,
"At our last meeting you made it clear what your rank was. If you don't intend to use it then don't…" she said levelly. Legolas looked at her, and then anger flared inside him as he saw her cheek,
"God, who did that to you?" he asked, his eyes wide at the large, coloured bruise.
A/N I love writing this fic! If you want a laugh try one of my others. Thanks if you reviewed!
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If you love me you'll leave me… The words echoed in his mind as he sat on the bough they had first met on. Oh God Pherwing what did I do!?! The words ran through his head again and he shuddered. And what did she mean 'Keep up your guard'? What the hell was going on here? As far as he knew he hadn't done anything wrong, and she hadn't resisted as he first leant in to kiss her. He leant back and closed his eyes, but her smiling face was imprinted on the lids, and it was far too painful. He had to go back and at least find out what was wrong. He couldn't just let it all go…not now…
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She sat on the ground where he had tried to kiss her. Tears wouldn't come now, when before they had always flowed freely down her cheeks. Now, when all she wished for was to cry and let out all her fear and anger, she could not. So she just sat there, staring at the sky. Suddenly she felt a rough hand on her shoulder,
"Remember me?" she gasped. Please god, not now! She thought.
"Dimechorion. What do you want?" she asked, quaking a little.
"What a lovely way to greet your beloved!" he said, and pushed her roughly to the floor.
"Dimechorion, I'm sorry…" she pleaded, as he stepped back and waited for her to get up.
"Pherwing, Pherwing, I told you not to betray me!" he said, his voice sounding dangerously angry. She got up and made to run, but the rough hand grabbed her arm again.
"Don't run from me Pherwing, it'll make it worse," said, and turned her round. She spat in his face and said,
"Leave me alone Dimechorion, I don't care about you're bloody plan!" she opened her mouth to say more but was stopped by a ferocious slap. She fell to the ground and he said,
"You do care about the plan, and you will carry it out. Don't attempt to betray me again!" she looked at the floor, and when she glanced up again, he was gone. She spat blood, he had loosened her tooth. Oh well, she'd live. She was gathering herself together and was about to go home when she heard someone behind her. She twisted round to see who it was,
"Laithol!" she said, in a little surprise, he looked awful, much like she did. She wondered if he could ever be himself again. He had pulled through when mother died, but would that help?
"Pherwing, we have to go, Thranduil is going to attend the funeral, it starts in an hour," he told her. Tears finally dropped from her eyes, and she nodded before they set off home together. She changed into black, put on a veil, tied up her hair, and went down to the foyer to wait for her brother. After about 5 minutes the doorbell rang. Pherwing knew it was unacceptable for the lady of the house to answer the door, so she stayed put. A maid rushed past and opened it.
"Prince Legolas!" the maid curtsied and backed away so that Legolas could enter. Upon seeing him Pherwing rose and did the same.
"My lord," she said, as he waited for her to rise once again. She was in no hurry to do so and meet his eyes. Eventually she did, however, and he said,
"I am, and always will be, Legolas, Pherwing," he said, but she replied,
"At our last meeting you made it clear what your rank was. If you don't intend to use it then don't…" she said levelly. Legolas looked at her, and then anger flared inside him as he saw her cheek,
"God, who did that to you?" he asked, his eyes wide at the large, coloured bruise.
A/N I love writing this fic! If you want a laugh try one of my others. Thanks if you reviewed!