I don't taste the food I eat at the banquet. My mind is too busy working
away, thinking "how can I get away from here? How will my father not
notice?" Sheets tied up over the window is not an idea I can even consider
- I do not have enough sheets. If only I had Rapunzel's hair!
"Is everything well, Princess?" Rumar asks. He is so slimy, he makes my skin shudder.
"Yes," I lie.
Don't worry, I tell myself. Very soon you won't have to lie to anyone else any more. Very soon. The banquet ends and grateful, I rush upstairs. Engaged in a conversation about what they will do for their joined Kingdoms, Rumar and my father don't even notice I am gone. Once I am married to Rumar, I think he would probably want to assume I was legally dead. All he wants is the marriage.
And probably some children. My skin crawls and I long for a bath,. The only children I ever want are those I have made with Legolas, my one true love. I hold that thought to me as I spy a new letter on the windowsill.
I open it with shaking hands.
My dearest Eden, it reads,
Today we faced a monster. It came from the sea with many arms and legs. It almost took Frodo, but between us, the Fellowship were able to save it. I used my arrows and Aragorn and Borromir used their swords. We became trapped in the mines. It was dark and we had no light save Gandalf's staff. We became cornered in what Gimli thought was the home of the dwarves - but nay, it had become a tomb.
We escaped, with our lives. Gandalf, however, did not. He died bravely, protecting us.
I give my thanks to him, and urge you to, as well.
I miss you every day, and every day seems longer as it becomes apparent that you are not here. It feels as if an arrow has wont my heart in two. It will not be whole again until I hold you in my arms.
I put the letter down and try not to let tears leak from my already wet eyes. I know I have to escape, to do something. Perhaps the little bluebird could lead me to him. It would not take long to find him - our hearts are forever linked -but if I am to leave in the dark I will need a guiding light.
Gandalf the Grey has died. The fact that such a thing could happen shatters my belief that Legolas will survive. It sounds selfish of me, I know, to think that Legolas should prize me above the whole of Middle Earth, but I prize him above my father, my Kingdom and everything else.
I look around my room to see what I can use. I lock my bedroom door and then proceed to open my bedside drawer. I take out silk scarves and toss them on the bed. Then I push open the false bottom of the drawer and take out a flute.
When I was young, very young, my father took me to a magick fair. It was said that Merlin the Magician was there. Of course, being young, I was completely entranced. My father got into a discussion with a knight about how silly magick was, and how pointless the study of it was. Carelessly, he allowed me to wander off.
I had a few reading skills by this stage, and I found the tent where Merlin was rumoured to be. He was getting ready to leave as I entered, and said he was done for the day. But he did give me a flute - and told me to play it if ever I was in trouble. If the trouble was not desperate enough, then the flute would at once disappear from my possession.
Fair enough.
But this is desperate.
So I play the flute, and cross all the fingers and toes that I can.
"Is everything well, Princess?" Rumar asks. He is so slimy, he makes my skin shudder.
"Yes," I lie.
Don't worry, I tell myself. Very soon you won't have to lie to anyone else any more. Very soon. The banquet ends and grateful, I rush upstairs. Engaged in a conversation about what they will do for their joined Kingdoms, Rumar and my father don't even notice I am gone. Once I am married to Rumar, I think he would probably want to assume I was legally dead. All he wants is the marriage.
And probably some children. My skin crawls and I long for a bath,. The only children I ever want are those I have made with Legolas, my one true love. I hold that thought to me as I spy a new letter on the windowsill.
I open it with shaking hands.
My dearest Eden, it reads,
Today we faced a monster. It came from the sea with many arms and legs. It almost took Frodo, but between us, the Fellowship were able to save it. I used my arrows and Aragorn and Borromir used their swords. We became trapped in the mines. It was dark and we had no light save Gandalf's staff. We became cornered in what Gimli thought was the home of the dwarves - but nay, it had become a tomb.
We escaped, with our lives. Gandalf, however, did not. He died bravely, protecting us.
I give my thanks to him, and urge you to, as well.
I miss you every day, and every day seems longer as it becomes apparent that you are not here. It feels as if an arrow has wont my heart in two. It will not be whole again until I hold you in my arms.
I put the letter down and try not to let tears leak from my already wet eyes. I know I have to escape, to do something. Perhaps the little bluebird could lead me to him. It would not take long to find him - our hearts are forever linked -but if I am to leave in the dark I will need a guiding light.
Gandalf the Grey has died. The fact that such a thing could happen shatters my belief that Legolas will survive. It sounds selfish of me, I know, to think that Legolas should prize me above the whole of Middle Earth, but I prize him above my father, my Kingdom and everything else.
I look around my room to see what I can use. I lock my bedroom door and then proceed to open my bedside drawer. I take out silk scarves and toss them on the bed. Then I push open the false bottom of the drawer and take out a flute.
When I was young, very young, my father took me to a magick fair. It was said that Merlin the Magician was there. Of course, being young, I was completely entranced. My father got into a discussion with a knight about how silly magick was, and how pointless the study of it was. Carelessly, he allowed me to wander off.
I had a few reading skills by this stage, and I found the tent where Merlin was rumoured to be. He was getting ready to leave as I entered, and said he was done for the day. But he did give me a flute - and told me to play it if ever I was in trouble. If the trouble was not desperate enough, then the flute would at once disappear from my possession.
Fair enough.
But this is desperate.
So I play the flute, and cross all the fingers and toes that I can.