~AUTHOR'S NOTE~ I'm very sorry that it took me so long to update this! I've been busy with end of the year school stuff and graduation stuff, along with two shows I've been in. I also apologize for this chapter being so short. The next chapter will be longer, I promise!
To the reviewer called "Me" – I appreciate your helpful advice! I am what most people call a "rookie Tolkien geek," so most of the legends and such are not very clear to me. I'm sorry about the inaccuracies, thanks for the tips!
~DISCLAIMER~ Have not, do not, will not ever own Tolkien's characters. Still own Rae, Calíme, Emeriel, Shamiel, and Colindor though.
Calíme and Emeriel had left, each their separate ways. Calíme probably to write a song of Lórien's visitors and Emeriel most likely back to tell Colindor of what happened. So I walked alone.
'A Prince,' I thought to myself. 'He is a Prince.'
It seemed impossible. It was impossible. An Elven Prince could not be my destiny. Me – a human girl living with Elves only because I was lucky enough not to be eaten before the goblins were killed. How could it be possible?
And yet, how could it be impossible? The Mirror did not lie, neither did the Lady. Ever.
I was so confused. But more than anything I wanted to be alone. My favorite place to think was to sit in one of the high branches above Lórien, so I started for the stairs. Ahead of me, I saw Shamiel walking with another elf, talking excitedly.
I was curious and so, I am ashamed to say, I hid to listen to their conversation.
"…here only for one night!" Shamiel was saying.
The other elf only laughed. "So then you must act quickly?" she asked Shamiel with a playful shove.
"Oh absolutely! I must find him soon. No elven man has ever resisted me before…why should a Prince be any different?"
I clenched the earth within my palm, unable to stand my anger. Prince! My Legolas she was talking about! My vision almost went red, I was so upset. 'If she is as irresistible to Elves as she claims to be,' I thought miserably, 'there really is no reason for Legolas to be any different. Of course…that also makes her a bit of a whore.'
"Just think," the other she-elf was saying. "You could be the Princess the Wood Elves. And some day…queen!"
Shamiel's eyes sparkled with greed. "Yes…but I must go now! The more quickly I seduce him, the better!"
The two ran off giggling and I emerged from my hiding place. Tears blurred my vision as I continued up the stairs towards solitude high in the trees.
