A/N: Heeeey hey hey:) Guess who's back (back again), DiLLiRgA's back...Well
I know that was quite a cliffhanger in the previous chapter. Don't hate!
What I wanted to portray was confusion, more specifically, I wanted to
confuse you, my readers:) I wanted you to ask yourselves: what is Elrohir's
question? And if that dreaded question is asked, WHAT IS DILERIYEN'S ANSWER
GOING TO BE?:) If you have asked yourselves these questions then I am
happy. If not, then you should have! I'll get on with the chapter now but
keep in mind guys, it's very hard to write this story because of these
reasons: 1) I'm trying to stay true to Tolkien's work as much as humanly
possible and still make my story believable 2) It's very hard to conceive
plots, dialogue, etc. when your two main characters are apart and not on
speaking terms, no less!:) and yet I still keep going...wanna know why?
It's 'cause of you guys!
PS- I love those anonymous reviews:) They crack me up. I love them!! Love them!!!!
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Dileriyen felt herself getting hot with fear and anxiety. Their faces were very close to one another and the tension both mental and physical became almost unbearable.
"Elrohir I- "
"No please, let me try and get this out..." he hushed her with a finger on her lips and Dileriyen could do nothing but look down at the ground sadly as he tried to gather his thoughts.
"Dil I love you...you are quite aware of that." Still she looked down, refusing to face him. "And if you were not then now you know. I would give you the world if you asked it of me-"
"Elrohir please don't-" she began softly but his voice started to crack and his eyes began to tear. Fearing what she had to say he still kept on speaking. He sat down on his knees directly in front of her and held her hands in his. It was now or never.
"My Lady, my love...will you marry me?"
Dileriyen made no answer. She cast her eyes down to the ground and it was then that Elrohir noticed that she still bore the necklace with the ring on her chest. Legolas' necklace and ring. This made him very angry and having gotten this far, he decided to fight his way into her heart.
"Why do you not answer me, my love? Have I said something wrong? Is the problem that you do not love me or are you determined not to?"
Dileriyen stayed silent for another moment but then let her bottled up emotions surface. Things being what they were, there was nothing else left to lose.
"But I do love you Elrohir...as a cousin, as a brother and as dearest friend. How can you ask so much more of me?"
"Dileriyen you cannot possibly still have feelings for that, that monster! Erase him from your mind and your heart my love! He cares for you no longer; you have read it with your own eyes! It is clear that he has found another. He does not love you. And yet here I stand, ready to offer you the world and you reject me once again... Why, my love? Why?"
His pain reflected in his eyes and his voice. It broke Dileriyen's heart and for all she knew, he was right. Legolas loved her no longer (or so she thought). What to do? Should she hold on till the bitter end for him to return and see him in someone else's arms, kissing someone else's lips? Or should she go on with her life and put yet another tragedy behind her? Her fragile heart could not take it anymore. She broke down into tears again, not having cried so hard for months. All her emotions had built up inside her and then exploded like a volcano.
"I am so confused..." she sobbed as Elrohir embraced her and stroked her hair. She buried her head in his chest, wanting to disappear out of this world. Her heart was torn into a million pieces.
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One week ago...
Thranduil paced up and down in his library, absolutely furious. In fact, he could not remember when he had been so angry in his life. First Legolas going to Mordor and now this! It was unacceptable.
"Just what on Earth does she think she is doing!" he yelled to the books. "How can she even consider marrying someone else? And without my consent, no less! AND WHAT ABOUT LEGOLAS! WHERE IS MY SON AND IS HE BLIND FOR ERU'S SAKE? Will someone please tell me what, in the name of the almighty Eru, is going on???" he bellowed. (A/N: ahem, allow me to fill you in Thranduil, my dear.)
Thranduil got out some paper and wrote Dileriyen one hell of a letter. He poured every ounce of his fury into it. You all have my permission to feel sorry for her.
Daughter I have not a single clue as to what is going on but I am absolutely furious with the news I have been receiving. Just what on Earth possessed you to accept a marriage proposal from Elrohir? What on Earth is going on, I demand to know! Where is Legolas for Valar's sake? What has happened between you two? Child, I give you two weeks, either produce an answer in written form or produce yourself, either way I want a full explanation. Omit no detail. And if this is Legolas' fault (as I am sure he is at fault in one form or another) then just know that -I- shall be the one to drop him into Mount Doom. But if I find out that this is your doing Dileriyen, so help me Valar I shall send you into the West this instant where you will await our arrival and just hope by that time that my anger has subsided! I am very disappointed in the both of you. Mark my words child, VERY DISAPPOINTED.
Your Father...
Thranduil walked up to the door and opening it, he screamed for someone to come. He screamed in such a manner that three servants arrived at once. They looked confused and scared. They had every right to be.
"You bellowed, milord?" Realizing his mistake, the servant cringed a little and Thranduil squinted his eyes at him. He handed the letter sharply and said:
"Take this letter to my idiot daughter at once! And see if you cannot get any information as to the whereabouts of the Fellowship and my idiot son! Now!"
"Right away milord!" The three scattered in seconds and the letter was on its way to Rivendell that very night for they all knew better than to tempt the wrath of their King when he was in a bad mood.
"I have two Elven children with the brains of orcs!" he said to his books once again. Nonetheless, he felt a little less grumpy now that he had sent his fury on its way.
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Dileriyen was still crying and Elrohir was still stroking her hair when someone ran up to them, completely out of breath. Elrohir was very upset at the intrusion but had not the time to say anything for the Elf got straight down to the point.
"Milady, I realize this is a very bad time but I have a very urgent letter from your father."
Dileriyen pulled her head up slowly and sniffed several times. She mumbled a "thank you" and took the letter from him. Elrohir sat back down and watched her saddened form straighten and stiffen up with anger. *Oh no,* he thought. She wasn't the most pleasant Elf to be around when she was angry. Little did he know that she was way beyond angry by now. She was in that little state of mind we all like to call 'balrog mode.'
She had to do something about this letter and she ahd to do it now. But everything was hanging in the air and nothing was going right, as usual. She put the letter down and remembered where she was and what they had been doing and saying a few minutes ago. She looked up at Elrohir and very softly said:
"Elrohir, I cannot marry you... I am sorry but just can't."
"Dileriyen please, you are upset and I want you to think things through before you give me an answer. I certainly do not expect one now. Just take some time to consider things thoroughly, please?"
Dileriyen sighed. It wouldn't kill her to do as he asked. She had certainly caused him enough pain.
"All right..."
"Thank you..." he said and smiled. He stood up, kissed her lips softly and quickly and walked off to give her some space and time alone.
(A/N: Do I have everyone thoroughly confused as to what Dileriyen is going to do and what she is feeling? If your answer is yes, then read on for the torture ends:)
There was only one reason for Dileriyen being so upset: where had Thranduil got the crazy idea that she was actually going to marry Elrohir? Her place was not with Elrohir! Her heart, her soul, everything belonged to Legolas. He, of all people, should have been aware of that by now. She would wait for him, she would fight for him, until the very bitter end or until he looked into her eyes and told her once and for all that he did not love her. But she would not give up on him until then. Not for anyone, even Elrohir whom she knew would do everything for her happiness. Not now, not ever. She just couldn't. And now, after that letter, she sure as hell *wouldn't*. That's right, she loved Legolas, and THERE WAS NO CHANGING THAT.
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A/N: This chapter was written short on purpose. I had a point in writing it and it is this: we haven't been seeing things from Dileriyen's point of view for a while and now it is high time I turn to my original mode of story-telling in which we read of her thoughts and actions. She is my main character, I love her and I've put her through enough. Also, we will near the end of the LOTR which means that Legolas will be returning and I can get back to my story. GET READY FOR THE RIDE GUYS, THE FUN STARTS NOW...
PS- I love those anonymous reviews:) They crack me up. I love them!! Love them!!!!
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Dileriyen felt herself getting hot with fear and anxiety. Their faces were very close to one another and the tension both mental and physical became almost unbearable.
"Elrohir I- "
"No please, let me try and get this out..." he hushed her with a finger on her lips and Dileriyen could do nothing but look down at the ground sadly as he tried to gather his thoughts.
"Dil I love you...you are quite aware of that." Still she looked down, refusing to face him. "And if you were not then now you know. I would give you the world if you asked it of me-"
"Elrohir please don't-" she began softly but his voice started to crack and his eyes began to tear. Fearing what she had to say he still kept on speaking. He sat down on his knees directly in front of her and held her hands in his. It was now or never.
"My Lady, my love...will you marry me?"
Dileriyen made no answer. She cast her eyes down to the ground and it was then that Elrohir noticed that she still bore the necklace with the ring on her chest. Legolas' necklace and ring. This made him very angry and having gotten this far, he decided to fight his way into her heart.
"Why do you not answer me, my love? Have I said something wrong? Is the problem that you do not love me or are you determined not to?"
Dileriyen stayed silent for another moment but then let her bottled up emotions surface. Things being what they were, there was nothing else left to lose.
"But I do love you Elrohir...as a cousin, as a brother and as dearest friend. How can you ask so much more of me?"
"Dileriyen you cannot possibly still have feelings for that, that monster! Erase him from your mind and your heart my love! He cares for you no longer; you have read it with your own eyes! It is clear that he has found another. He does not love you. And yet here I stand, ready to offer you the world and you reject me once again... Why, my love? Why?"
His pain reflected in his eyes and his voice. It broke Dileriyen's heart and for all she knew, he was right. Legolas loved her no longer (or so she thought). What to do? Should she hold on till the bitter end for him to return and see him in someone else's arms, kissing someone else's lips? Or should she go on with her life and put yet another tragedy behind her? Her fragile heart could not take it anymore. She broke down into tears again, not having cried so hard for months. All her emotions had built up inside her and then exploded like a volcano.
"I am so confused..." she sobbed as Elrohir embraced her and stroked her hair. She buried her head in his chest, wanting to disappear out of this world. Her heart was torn into a million pieces.
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One week ago...
Thranduil paced up and down in his library, absolutely furious. In fact, he could not remember when he had been so angry in his life. First Legolas going to Mordor and now this! It was unacceptable.
"Just what on Earth does she think she is doing!" he yelled to the books. "How can she even consider marrying someone else? And without my consent, no less! AND WHAT ABOUT LEGOLAS! WHERE IS MY SON AND IS HE BLIND FOR ERU'S SAKE? Will someone please tell me what, in the name of the almighty Eru, is going on???" he bellowed. (A/N: ahem, allow me to fill you in Thranduil, my dear.)
Thranduil got out some paper and wrote Dileriyen one hell of a letter. He poured every ounce of his fury into it. You all have my permission to feel sorry for her.
Daughter I have not a single clue as to what is going on but I am absolutely furious with the news I have been receiving. Just what on Earth possessed you to accept a marriage proposal from Elrohir? What on Earth is going on, I demand to know! Where is Legolas for Valar's sake? What has happened between you two? Child, I give you two weeks, either produce an answer in written form or produce yourself, either way I want a full explanation. Omit no detail. And if this is Legolas' fault (as I am sure he is at fault in one form or another) then just know that -I- shall be the one to drop him into Mount Doom. But if I find out that this is your doing Dileriyen, so help me Valar I shall send you into the West this instant where you will await our arrival and just hope by that time that my anger has subsided! I am very disappointed in the both of you. Mark my words child, VERY DISAPPOINTED.
Your Father...
Thranduil walked up to the door and opening it, he screamed for someone to come. He screamed in such a manner that three servants arrived at once. They looked confused and scared. They had every right to be.
"You bellowed, milord?" Realizing his mistake, the servant cringed a little and Thranduil squinted his eyes at him. He handed the letter sharply and said:
"Take this letter to my idiot daughter at once! And see if you cannot get any information as to the whereabouts of the Fellowship and my idiot son! Now!"
"Right away milord!" The three scattered in seconds and the letter was on its way to Rivendell that very night for they all knew better than to tempt the wrath of their King when he was in a bad mood.
"I have two Elven children with the brains of orcs!" he said to his books once again. Nonetheless, he felt a little less grumpy now that he had sent his fury on its way.
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Dileriyen was still crying and Elrohir was still stroking her hair when someone ran up to them, completely out of breath. Elrohir was very upset at the intrusion but had not the time to say anything for the Elf got straight down to the point.
"Milady, I realize this is a very bad time but I have a very urgent letter from your father."
Dileriyen pulled her head up slowly and sniffed several times. She mumbled a "thank you" and took the letter from him. Elrohir sat back down and watched her saddened form straighten and stiffen up with anger. *Oh no,* he thought. She wasn't the most pleasant Elf to be around when she was angry. Little did he know that she was way beyond angry by now. She was in that little state of mind we all like to call 'balrog mode.'
She had to do something about this letter and she ahd to do it now. But everything was hanging in the air and nothing was going right, as usual. She put the letter down and remembered where she was and what they had been doing and saying a few minutes ago. She looked up at Elrohir and very softly said:
"Elrohir, I cannot marry you... I am sorry but just can't."
"Dileriyen please, you are upset and I want you to think things through before you give me an answer. I certainly do not expect one now. Just take some time to consider things thoroughly, please?"
Dileriyen sighed. It wouldn't kill her to do as he asked. She had certainly caused him enough pain.
"All right..."
"Thank you..." he said and smiled. He stood up, kissed her lips softly and quickly and walked off to give her some space and time alone.
(A/N: Do I have everyone thoroughly confused as to what Dileriyen is going to do and what she is feeling? If your answer is yes, then read on for the torture ends:)
There was only one reason for Dileriyen being so upset: where had Thranduil got the crazy idea that she was actually going to marry Elrohir? Her place was not with Elrohir! Her heart, her soul, everything belonged to Legolas. He, of all people, should have been aware of that by now. She would wait for him, she would fight for him, until the very bitter end or until he looked into her eyes and told her once and for all that he did not love her. But she would not give up on him until then. Not for anyone, even Elrohir whom she knew would do everything for her happiness. Not now, not ever. She just couldn't. And now, after that letter, she sure as hell *wouldn't*. That's right, she loved Legolas, and THERE WAS NO CHANGING THAT.
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A/N: This chapter was written short on purpose. I had a point in writing it and it is this: we haven't been seeing things from Dileriyen's point of view for a while and now it is high time I turn to my original mode of story-telling in which we read of her thoughts and actions. She is my main character, I love her and I've put her through enough. Also, we will near the end of the LOTR which means that Legolas will be returning and I can get back to my story. GET READY FOR THE RIDE GUYS, THE FUN STARTS NOW...
