Chapter 3
"My lord," I say curtsying and looking with false affection into his eyes. I fool him into thinking I was graced to be in his presence. He wraps his arms around me in a hug and I receive it, though not without a second glance towards Legolas who was also putting on a show for Arwellina. I do not want to hurt Thothirion, nor does Legolas Arwellina. Therefore, we decide to meet after dinner in the gardens to chat. Only Legolas and I know that we are going to tell of our love for one another.
We all sit down for a lovely dinner. I am sitting next to Thothirion with A'maela on my other side and Legolas is right across the table. I just can't keep my eyes off him, even while Thothirion is talking to me I throw glances and find two bright spheres meet my own. I blush and his eyes twinkle. This continues throughout dinner. There is a light sound of feet marching towards the dining hall. Through the doorway walks the captain of the military forces, Golthioum. He whispers something into the king's ear and waits for a response. The king rises and motions for his son, Legolas, to follow. As Legolas rises, I give him a nervous look and he tries to comfort me with just one kindly glance before he disappears down the hall.
I feel that something is wrong and I rise from my chair to leave. Thothirion gently grabs my arm and asks what is the matter. I look at him with sad eyes and request that he talk with me in the foyer.
We arrive and I turn to look at him.
"Thothirion, I have something to tell you that should have been told a long time ago," I say with a hint of guilt.
"What is it?" Thothirion urges.
"I.I.I do not love you to the point of wanting to marry you. To tell you the truth I have never wanted to marry you. Though do not think that I do not want you as a friend." I feel a heavy burden start to lift.
"But, why? Is there someone else? Have I done something to offend you?"
"No, no, no. You haven't done anything wrong. It's just that I am in love with another and he loves me in return." I try to explain the best I can, when he interrupts.
"Who is this elf that has stolen you heart?" under his breath, I hear the faint mumble 'from me'.
"The prince of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf," I say and blush unintentionally.
"I see," he says in a tone that makes me feel the resentment that he truly has for Legolas. "Then goodbye. I will no longer be a burden to you. You will not have to marry me. I wish you the best of luck." He then turns and walks away, and doesn't look back. I want to run after him and tell him how sorry I am, but something prevents me from doing so.
I am staring at the floor, when a pair of familiar boots stand before me. They are worn and quite dirty. A hand gently lifts my chin as to look at me. I am looking into the eyes of Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and friend to Legolas.
"Do not let guilt press you down. In all truth you did him a favor, instead of letting him believe that you loved him and then get married and find that you really didn't, then he truly would have been heartbroken," Aragorn says gently. A tear falls down my cheek and Aragorn wipes it away with his thumb. He smiles at me, making his eyes shine, that in turn, has me smiling as well. I hear someone clearing their throat behind us and we turn and find Legolas smiling at us with his smile that you can predict that he has something cheeky to say, though I could see in his eyes that something else was troubling him.
"Having a little heart to heart are we?" He says teasingly. I give him a look along with Aragorn, even though I was blushing uncontrollably.
"Actually, Legolas, Aragorn found me in the state of depression," I inform, "I have just told Thothirion that I do not love him that strongly, and.I think he resents both you and I. For I have told him that, I have given you my heart. I do not regret my actions, though I feel guilty in holding out in a false relationship with him only to hurt him. I also must admit that once I told him of my feelings I felt as if a weighty burden had been lifted off my shoulders." I again cast my eyes to the floor.
"Come here my Elaviel," Legolas advances towards me holding out his arm offering a hug. I do not hesitate and I fall into his embrace and he makes everything feel instantly better. "You won't have to fret about him. He is a mulish elf though I am convinced that he is appreciative for you openness. I have also talked to Arwellina and it turns out she didn't care for me in the slightest." I look up at him is utter incredulity that someone could not love him. I mean, he is perfect in every way.
"I love you, Legolas and my love shall never falter." He puts an itinerant strand of my hair back behind my ear just before he leans and gives me a light kiss on the cheek. I lay my head back on his shoulder and out in the corner of my mind, hear Aragorn heave a sigh, and could picture him rolling his eyes at us. However, I know that he is just covetous that he cannot do the same with Arwen.
"My lord," I say curtsying and looking with false affection into his eyes. I fool him into thinking I was graced to be in his presence. He wraps his arms around me in a hug and I receive it, though not without a second glance towards Legolas who was also putting on a show for Arwellina. I do not want to hurt Thothirion, nor does Legolas Arwellina. Therefore, we decide to meet after dinner in the gardens to chat. Only Legolas and I know that we are going to tell of our love for one another.
We all sit down for a lovely dinner. I am sitting next to Thothirion with A'maela on my other side and Legolas is right across the table. I just can't keep my eyes off him, even while Thothirion is talking to me I throw glances and find two bright spheres meet my own. I blush and his eyes twinkle. This continues throughout dinner. There is a light sound of feet marching towards the dining hall. Through the doorway walks the captain of the military forces, Golthioum. He whispers something into the king's ear and waits for a response. The king rises and motions for his son, Legolas, to follow. As Legolas rises, I give him a nervous look and he tries to comfort me with just one kindly glance before he disappears down the hall.
I feel that something is wrong and I rise from my chair to leave. Thothirion gently grabs my arm and asks what is the matter. I look at him with sad eyes and request that he talk with me in the foyer.
We arrive and I turn to look at him.
"Thothirion, I have something to tell you that should have been told a long time ago," I say with a hint of guilt.
"What is it?" Thothirion urges.
"I.I.I do not love you to the point of wanting to marry you. To tell you the truth I have never wanted to marry you. Though do not think that I do not want you as a friend." I feel a heavy burden start to lift.
"But, why? Is there someone else? Have I done something to offend you?"
"No, no, no. You haven't done anything wrong. It's just that I am in love with another and he loves me in return." I try to explain the best I can, when he interrupts.
"Who is this elf that has stolen you heart?" under his breath, I hear the faint mumble 'from me'.
"The prince of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf," I say and blush unintentionally.
"I see," he says in a tone that makes me feel the resentment that he truly has for Legolas. "Then goodbye. I will no longer be a burden to you. You will not have to marry me. I wish you the best of luck." He then turns and walks away, and doesn't look back. I want to run after him and tell him how sorry I am, but something prevents me from doing so.
I am staring at the floor, when a pair of familiar boots stand before me. They are worn and quite dirty. A hand gently lifts my chin as to look at me. I am looking into the eyes of Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and friend to Legolas.
"Do not let guilt press you down. In all truth you did him a favor, instead of letting him believe that you loved him and then get married and find that you really didn't, then he truly would have been heartbroken," Aragorn says gently. A tear falls down my cheek and Aragorn wipes it away with his thumb. He smiles at me, making his eyes shine, that in turn, has me smiling as well. I hear someone clearing their throat behind us and we turn and find Legolas smiling at us with his smile that you can predict that he has something cheeky to say, though I could see in his eyes that something else was troubling him.
"Having a little heart to heart are we?" He says teasingly. I give him a look along with Aragorn, even though I was blushing uncontrollably.
"Actually, Legolas, Aragorn found me in the state of depression," I inform, "I have just told Thothirion that I do not love him that strongly, and.I think he resents both you and I. For I have told him that, I have given you my heart. I do not regret my actions, though I feel guilty in holding out in a false relationship with him only to hurt him. I also must admit that once I told him of my feelings I felt as if a weighty burden had been lifted off my shoulders." I again cast my eyes to the floor.
"Come here my Elaviel," Legolas advances towards me holding out his arm offering a hug. I do not hesitate and I fall into his embrace and he makes everything feel instantly better. "You won't have to fret about him. He is a mulish elf though I am convinced that he is appreciative for you openness. I have also talked to Arwellina and it turns out she didn't care for me in the slightest." I look up at him is utter incredulity that someone could not love him. I mean, he is perfect in every way.
"I love you, Legolas and my love shall never falter." He puts an itinerant strand of my hair back behind my ear just before he leans and gives me a light kiss on the cheek. I lay my head back on his shoulder and out in the corner of my mind, hear Aragorn heave a sigh, and could picture him rolling his eyes at us. However, I know that he is just covetous that he cannot do the same with Arwen.