Disconnected
Chpt 13.
In charged two very armed men and my father. It took a minute to realize that the two other men were not in fact men. They were elves; Legolas and Haldir to be exact, both of whom had their bows up and ready. I stared at them like they were crazy and watched as they searched the room with their eyes, adjusting their bows with their sight. They slowly lowered them when they found no danger.
"What happened?" asked my father in a tone that could be mistaken for fear.
"Nothing, primal scream therapy," I explained, and he rolled his eyes. The two elves stared at me straight faced. Wow, they're really good at making you feel uncomfortable and stupid. My father breathed in a sigh of relief, Maybe it was fear.
"Don't ever do that again. Not now," he said, and as I looked into his gray-green eyes I understood.
"then realized Yes sir," I half saluted, and that they came to my door really quick. "What were you three doing?" I asked.
"We were talking, and getting ready to rejoin the counsel," my dad told me and started to walk away.
"The Lady Galadriel would like you to join us," said Haldir politely, and bowed in a gesture for me to go first.
I attempted to curtsy and walked past him with a bounce in my step. I could feel his grin. He thinks I'm cute; a child cute, he doesn't think of me as a woman.
Legolas has mixed thoughts of me, I can tell. Not that I care. Stupid elf…I hate elves. Although Haldir I respect, maybe because he didn't stuff an arrow in my face when he first saw me.
I walked with them down yet another walkway that I hadn't explored yet. I wish I had time. I spotted Aidwen walking the opposite way, so I grinned at her. She grinned back; only something else was there, perhaps worry. I wonder if the elves are ready to make a vote on whether or not they will help us. I suppose my father is right, maybe we do need their help. We sure aren't winning; although we try, winning small battles, but I know for a fact we aren't winning the war.
The elves that were already there, stood up as we I entered the room, and only sat down when I got to my chair and sat at Elrond's hand signal. This I found very odd. Just yesterday I could swear that most all of them thought that I was a vulgar child, with no consideration of anyone else. And now today they're treating me like I'm important. It's very suspicious.
"Welcome back, now we shall hear the last of statements for this alliance," said Elrond standing for dramatic effect.
"Let us hear from the One," said Galadriel mournfully. She looked over at Gandalf. So she knows it's almost time.
I sighed and looked at my father. He looked surprised at first, then incredibly depressed. He hadn't known that I read the prophecy. I think it hurt him that I knew.
"What do you want to hear?" I asked, trying to figure out what to say. "Why should you help us? Because you're leaving us, because if we don't have you, as much as I hate to say it, we don't have anything. And we'll die. So why should you help? To save men, to save Gaia, to save us," I finished, thinking maybe my father approved of what I said. I think I was bullshitting some parts of it. But it's the best I could do, I'm not a fucking diplomat, not that they've done anything good lately.
Gandalf nodded in response, and a spurt of conversation flared up. I spotted Aragorn, and a few other men sitting next to Gimli, and Legolas was next to his father. Haldir was sitting next to his lady. He smiled at me as if to say everything will be ok. I smiled grimly back.
"Would we not be saving the demons as well?" asked Thranduil.
I blinked, "Yes," I said, my anger flared up. "Not only would you be saving them, you'd be fighting side-by-side with them. Not all things that are evil want the end of the world, and not all demons are evil, just as not all humans are good. It's just the way the world works," I explained. My father breathed in deeply.
Thranduil looked angry. "Don't judge things you don't understand your highness. Remember, you once thought that I was just another little girl. Look what I turned out to be," I defended myself.