AN: Eight and almost last of this story. Hopefully it is fitting enough (
Chapter 8 The Bride
"It's still the same, " He muttered. "Every."
He opened the doors to his room and stopped abruptly. There was a girl sitting by the window, reading a book. In his room!
"Excuse me, my lady, but what are you doing in my room?"
She smiled when she saw him.
"Legolas! You have returned home, I see. King Thandruil invited me to stay here. He said that the one who occupied this room was on a journey. You appear to be him."
"Indeed."
"What are you doing in the King's halls, Legolas?"
"For the same thing as you, I believe."
"My marriage to the crown prince?"
"Yes." He sighed. "I am Prince of Mirkwood, Melisande."
She didn't react the way he expected. She didn't begin to laugh or throw herself at his feet to beg him to release her from the marriage. She was angry.
"You can't be a prince. You are a warrior and a hunter, you said yourself that you longed to be free."
"Princes can be warriors, Melisande. And of course I long for freedom, but doesn't everyone? Believe me, please."
The female elf was confused, but she had no choice but to accept his explanation.
"Will you accompany me to dinner this evening? My father expects me to be there and do my duty as a prince."
"I will, my lord."
He came closer to her and silently laid his hands on her shoulders.
"Don't ever dare to say lord to me again, Melisande. You are my equal, don't forget that."
He turned and called out for a servant and asked for a spare room.
"All rooms are taken, my lord. For you marriage."
"Why am I still surprised?"
he went in search of a few pillows and took his rest. That evening dinner was planned, but this time it was Legolas who had a surprise. He walked to Melisandes door to escort her, but instead of going to the great halls, they went into the garden. "Why are we here, Legolas?"
"Let my father wonder where we are. It's not because I am a prince I have to obey his every word. I do have a life of my own."
He then fell silent and took her hands to lead her tot the gardens of the castle. They walked in silence for a while when Melisande decided to take a chance.
"Do you even want to marry, Legolas?"
"It is something I do not know. But my time of running away is over. And I am certain a marriage with you will be splendid." He smiled.
Her reaction was quite unexpected. She tugged on his ear right before she ran away from him. He recovered swiftly, but couldn't find her. Melisande dropped from a tree behind him.
"You should have seen your face! " She laughed.
"I thought you were a good elven maiden who didn't spoke unless spoken to. I was wrong, you even climb trees!"
"I have not always been a palace elf, Legolas. I grew up in the forests of Mirkwood and they are my home."
"Thank the gods! I am going to love being married to you!"
King Thandruil watched the two young elves. He was not surprised when Legolas didn't show up for dinner. He knew that this was the way his son said that he didn't agree with the way things went. But apparently he didn't have that much problems with it anymore. The marriage would continue as planned.
Chapter 8 The Bride
"It's still the same, " He muttered. "Every."
He opened the doors to his room and stopped abruptly. There was a girl sitting by the window, reading a book. In his room!
"Excuse me, my lady, but what are you doing in my room?"
She smiled when she saw him.
"Legolas! You have returned home, I see. King Thandruil invited me to stay here. He said that the one who occupied this room was on a journey. You appear to be him."
"Indeed."
"What are you doing in the King's halls, Legolas?"
"For the same thing as you, I believe."
"My marriage to the crown prince?"
"Yes." He sighed. "I am Prince of Mirkwood, Melisande."
She didn't react the way he expected. She didn't begin to laugh or throw herself at his feet to beg him to release her from the marriage. She was angry.
"You can't be a prince. You are a warrior and a hunter, you said yourself that you longed to be free."
"Princes can be warriors, Melisande. And of course I long for freedom, but doesn't everyone? Believe me, please."
The female elf was confused, but she had no choice but to accept his explanation.
"Will you accompany me to dinner this evening? My father expects me to be there and do my duty as a prince."
"I will, my lord."
He came closer to her and silently laid his hands on her shoulders.
"Don't ever dare to say lord to me again, Melisande. You are my equal, don't forget that."
He turned and called out for a servant and asked for a spare room.
"All rooms are taken, my lord. For you marriage."
"Why am I still surprised?"
he went in search of a few pillows and took his rest. That evening dinner was planned, but this time it was Legolas who had a surprise. He walked to Melisandes door to escort her, but instead of going to the great halls, they went into the garden. "Why are we here, Legolas?"
"Let my father wonder where we are. It's not because I am a prince I have to obey his every word. I do have a life of my own."
He then fell silent and took her hands to lead her tot the gardens of the castle. They walked in silence for a while when Melisande decided to take a chance.
"Do you even want to marry, Legolas?"
"It is something I do not know. But my time of running away is over. And I am certain a marriage with you will be splendid." He smiled.
Her reaction was quite unexpected. She tugged on his ear right before she ran away from him. He recovered swiftly, but couldn't find her. Melisande dropped from a tree behind him.
"You should have seen your face! " She laughed.
"I thought you were a good elven maiden who didn't spoke unless spoken to. I was wrong, you even climb trees!"
"I have not always been a palace elf, Legolas. I grew up in the forests of Mirkwood and they are my home."
"Thank the gods! I am going to love being married to you!"
King Thandruil watched the two young elves. He was not surprised when Legolas didn't show up for dinner. He knew that this was the way his son said that he didn't agree with the way things went. But apparently he didn't have that much problems with it anymore. The marriage would continue as planned.