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I felt my heart stop in my chest and I felt like I'd shrouded in a cold cloak. I was freezing.

As I turned around to meet him, something changed. A warmth spread up from my feet and through my body. The fear and terror that had filled me had all but disappeared.

The look on his face was one I'd seen so many times before smirk was firmly plastered to his face. His eyes narrowed in what seemed like amusement. His short dark hair was neat as always. He was dressed in black jeans that had a hole in the right knee, and he had on a blue shirt and to top it off he was wearing a leather trench coat. He looked like a gentleman- smart and sophisticated, mind you, that's why mum had been so attracted to him. If only people knew. He's a living example of the phrase, 'don't judge a book by its cover'.

"Are you happy to see your old dad slut?"

his voice sent tremors down my spine. But it only served to stoke to fire that was building inside of me. All of my feelings were leaving me and were replaced with a need for vengeance, and hate and disgust. I felt my lips curl into a sneer and my eyes narrowed . I was more powerful than he knew. I was no longer a 21 year girl. I was an elf and a damn fine one at that I might add. He had no control over me anymore.

"Am I happy?…let me think…Yes I'm very happy to see you again"

His jaw dropped and for a second he looked as if he didn't know what to do. His smirk returned as he removed a long, gleaming knife from the back of his belt.

He walked towards me with controlled steps, holding the knife in front of him.

"I'm glad. All those years of having to put up with you, pretending to love you for your mother"

I snapped.

"How dare you talk about mum"

"I will dare and don't you EVER question it", he hissed

"I never loved her. But she was a good fuck, and I wasn't about to let that pass me by. So I kept her. All those years, you thought you lived in a happy family. No, and you…you were never good enough, you were lazy, loud and undeserving of me. Your brother and sister were good kids. They got good grades, not like you"

He sneered, all the while getting closer to me. I took a deep breath and fought for control over my emotions. He was trying to make me angry and upset. He revelled in my tears.

"Do you know something, 'dad'. I was good enough. You just couldn't take the fact that mum loved me and she never loved you. Although…that is something that I can't figure out. Why were you jealous, after all, as you said, you never loved her, so why was it so important for her to love you?"

I said as I looked into his cold, green eyes. He was faltering, his movements were becoming more stilted and forced. He was faltering…good.

"I never said that you little bitch" he eyes flashed in anger.

"Oh but daddy…"

I said patronisingly as I circled him, I got close to his ear and whispered,

"…You didn't have to"

his arm moved and grasped mine tightly.

"Now listen her you bitch, I've had enough of your bullshit. I was just going to kill you, but now I think I'll play. You recognise this belt? You should do".

"Now, now, daddy, don't be too hasty, you never know what might happen"

I smirked as I spoke, I enjoyed making him squirm. He deserved to. Was it wrong for me to enjoy this?

His hand went down and undid his belt. I heard the familiar slap of leather, but it didn't have to usual effect on me. I wasn't scared, I stood waiting for to hit me.

I felt Legolas' hatred through our bond. He was desperate to come over here. I reassured him gently and just told him to calm down and watch, I had waited 10 years for this, and I was going to enjoy the look on his face when he realised that I had beaten him at his own game.

My body jerked as the belt came down, but no pain registered. I leapt out and grabbed his hand, swiftly bending it back and breaking his wrist.

I held his hand behind him as I bent down to his ear, enjoying his cries of pain.

"How does it feel dad. Are you proud of yourself, have you got everything you wanted? Not so weak now, am I?"

His leg moved and knocked me to the floor. His straddled me and grabbed my hair to make my face meet his.

"Oh really. You see…you'll always be weak little girl who can't take care of herself. You'll always need someone. Well, not anymore, after all who would want to look after a dead girl?!"

he let go of my hair and pushed me down so that my head cracked on the ground. For a minute I saw white.

He had risen from the ground and was now standing in front of me. The belt had been discarded and he now held his knife in his good hand.

I felt Legolas almost panicking. His anger was welling more and more by the minute. I told him to wait.

My dad lunged at me and caught my arms with the blade as I moved. I crouched and kicked out his legs. He landed on the ground with a thud.

He lay there, breathing heavily. I watched him. A feeling of guilt ran though me, curious, why should I feel guilty? But a part of me felt sad, that a human being had lived his life with a black heart. He had not lived, he had breathed, but not lived. No one had lived until they feel things. Yes, hate is a feeling. But without love the heart and soul cannot live. Wow- when had I become such a wise ass?

He tried to get up, and with out thinking I strode over to him and brought my foot down onto is kneecap- hard. I heard the crunch and snap of bone as I put more pressure on it. A feeling of satisfaction welled up insides me. I laughed as he let out a cry of agony.

He wouldn't be able to hurt anybody now. The guards would be able to move him to a cell in the old, and now mostly disused, dungeons. Well it wasn't a dungeon as such, it was more like a large cellar with iron gates that separated part off into different cells.

I felt a hand on my elbow and whipped round to see Haldir. A look of pride graced his features. I frowned and with one look at dad, walked about a meter away. I could still him, but I wasn't too close. Looking back at the last twenty minutes, I wasn't so proud, I had become him. I had locked off my heart and let my need for revenge take over.

I noticed Elrond and Adar along with the twins and six guards, rushing down the path, and looking very worried.

Legolas and Haldir had already tied 'him' with rope, there was no way he was going anywhere.

Adar came over to me and hugged me. But I could feel nothing. I was completely numb.

I had watched the confrontation from with in the tress, and I did not like what I saw. He was fouler than I had imagined. Even as he struck her with his belt, she felt nothing. I got no feelings of pain from her. Anger burst through me, how dare he hit her. I almost panicked when he charged at her with his knife. Luckily she was able to dodge him and was able to disarm quickly. I had wanted to intervene from the beginning, but she would have none of it. the hate I felt for this…human, was almost overwhelming. I could see it in Haldir's posture, he felt as I did, but knew that this was something that Thalia had to do herself.

I watched, slightly shocked at her actions, as she crushed his kneecap. That was not something that I thought she was capable of. I heard Haldir gasp and smiled slightly. She was definitely full of surprises. The only thing that worried me, was her reaction when this was all over. She had pushed her feeling aside for the moment and when they returned, she could withdraw.

She stood there gazing at his limp form. Haldir had already jumped down and was now checking her. I frowned as she moved away. But I had to put own feelings aside while I took care of 'him'.

I saw Elrond come down the path with Glorfindel and the twins close behind. A few guards. Rushed ahead and took 'him' from my grasp. Glorfindel looked over at me and shook his head in despair. He was appalled to find that Thalia had been struck. He had been given no signal, Thalia had ignored him as she had ignored me.

I stood there, silently watching Elrond examine Thalia with a frown on his face.

"Legolas, come and take Thalia to the healing wing. I shall be along shortly. Elrohir, will you go with him please.

Glorfindel, Haldir, Elladan, follow me. We must decide what to so with this…man"

I did what I was told without a word. Her body felt light in my arms but I could feel the tiredness and the guilt seeping into her body. Her eyes were unseeing and she was not reacting to anything. My body felt like it was on the verge of collapse. She was not registering her feeling so they were being passed to me. The despair that she felt was almost too much. She had waited years or this, and now she had done it, a part of her had disappeared and she didn't know how to fill it.

"Legolas, are you alright?" Elrohir asked from beside me.

"What do you mean?"

"You just look a little pale and you are staggering, surely she is not that heavy?"

I shook my head, "No she is not, I just feel a little…"

As I fell, I felt Elrohir grasp my waist and lower us to the ground…then everything went black.