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Chapter 4
I thoroughly enjoyed the look on Elrond's face when I entered the dinning hall in my simple gown. It was a dark maroon, with the v-neck, and the hem of the skirt, the collar and the sleeves all had the same design of Mirkwood leaves, in gold thread. Elrond's eyes popped then narrowed. I knew he would have words with me later. I didn't try to hide the smugness in my face when I looked at him. Arwen tried to hide a smile, and Haldir was looking polite. It disgusted me. I wanted him to glare as Elrond had done. I wanted him to be evil. I wanted an excuse to hate him, but I had yet to find one.
There was forced conversation throughout dinner, in which I did not take part in. That is until the subject of the Fellowship came up. A devious grin spread across my face, but it was gone in an instant replaced by a pleasant, yet fake smile.
"Haldir, have you met any of the Fellowship?" I asked, my plan in action.
"Yes, actually I have, Legolas Greenleaf. We met several hundred years ago, and have kept in correspondence ever since."
"Really?" I asked keeping the tone in my voice from being to light, "Tell us, how fares the Prince of Mirkwood?" I said putting strain on the word "prince."
"In his last letter, from here actually, he confessed that he had met a girl, years ago, and they were closer than ever. This surprised me, as he had never mentioned her before, but he did sound happier than he had been in a long time. I mean he said that they had been apart for a long while. What still baffles me is he didn't mention her until his arrival at Rivendell," Haldir lasped into thoughtful silence. I had a reason to resent him now. He was just plain stupid, not putting two and two together. So I pushed the subject a little further.
"Did he mention what she looked liked? I should very much like to know." By now, Elrond had caught on to my plan.
"Well I should quite like to retire now," Said Elrond.
"Of course, dear Elrond, please allow me to accompany you." I said.
"No, dearest Alatariel, please you have only just met Haldir, Arwen will accompany me." Arwen and Elrond left, leaving Haldir and I alone. I wasn't going to go down without a fight.
"Would you like to walk with me in the gardens? I have heard that they age extraordinarily beautiful." Did I have a choice? I stood, not smiling. He took my hand. We walked, he talked and I remained silent.
"Ala, I would-"
"Don't call me Ala."
"Why not?"
"Because only my friends call me Ala." I know this was a cruel thing to say, and as soon as I did I regretted it.
"Haldir, I know that you're probably a very nice person. It is just that my heart it belongs to-"
"Legolas Greenleaf." Haldir interrupted.
"Yes."
"Yes, your heart belongs to my dear friend Legolas. I understand that, but I can not deny that our marriage would be for the best for everyone. Legolas is just a passing cloud. He has gone from she-elf to she-elf. What makes you different? I will love you beyond your imagination. We will marry and you will learn to love me."
"I already know love. I pity you that you should be so cruel to not have the compassion to realize that I am in love with Legolas and that he loves me beyond life." I stood.
"I do not know of what past you may or may not have Haldir of Lothlorien, but I Alatariel Narmolanya, love and Legolas. AND even if we marry I will never love you the way I love him." I must have wounded him deeply because his eyes filled with tears-a strange thing for elves, especially an elf I consider so cold hearted. I left him sitting there and only when I was safely back in my room did I let the tears fall. "Legolas," I whispered, "please come save me." Then I laughed through the tears-it was bitter- realizing that I had left Haldir in the maze of gardens and that he most likely was still there, because I doubt that he could find his way out.
Legolas' POV (point of view)
What's going on? My heart hurts, and I find myself constantly fingering the necklace. I keep it around my neck, but unlike Aragorn I keep my gift hidden I don't' know why. I don't know what's going on. I have this uncontrollable panicky feeling that My Ala is hurting. Whenever I'm not preoccupied by events in the fellowship, I find myself anxious. Last night when I was resting I swear I heard Ala calling to me. I cried out to her in my half-awake state. I think I'm loosing my mind-or maybe it's the loss of warmth next to me when I wake in the morning. I'm doing this for her. Oh, who am I trying to kid? I volunteered for this because it is my duty. I couldn't just not go, and let the ring fall into the hands of the enemy! If that happened everything would be gone, and there would be nothing left for us. Nonetheless my heart pains me. What if Alatariel is hurt? What harm could have befallen her? I am here, and I can't saver her.
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