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Chapter 5: Trust and Truths.
Legolas was due to leave for Rivendell three days later. The dance would be held the night before. Up until that night, Amy was busy in her room, packing a small bag to take to Rivendell. Both Seregon and Legolas helped her, telling her what she would and wouldn't need.
"Trust me Amy, you will not need this!" he argued, holding up her mirror.
"But its so nice," she protested, taking it from him, and stuffing it into the bag. Once her back was turned, he took it out again.
"Put it back!" she told him sternly, facing him, hands on hips.
"Put what back?" he asked innocently.
"The mirror you are holding behind your back!"
"I am not holding a mirror behind my back."
"Yes you are, give it back!" She lunged at him, but he jumped out of her path.
She scowled at him, and he just laughed. "Amy, I'm too fast for you."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, I'm an Elf, unless you had forgotten." He tossed the mirror up in the air and caught it again, grinning at her.
"You do know that if you break a mirror, you get seven years bad luck."
"That's a human superstition. We don't take any notice of those." He slipped it into his tunic pocket. "Shall we continue?"
"Alright. I will need this." She held up the hairbrush.
"If you say so."
"I will. Unlike you, my hair does get messy after riding. I'm not an Elf, all perfect and pretty." It was his turn to scowl at her. She laughed. "Well its true." She put it in.
"Won't you still be using it?" he asked.
"Oh yeah." She took it out again, and laid it on her dressing table. He shook his head. "What?"
"You. You're so forgetful sometimes."
"It's not my fault. Blame Natalie, I've been hanging around with her too long."
"That is a typical human feature. Always put the blame on someone else."
"Well how else do you think I stay out of trouble?" He laughed.
"So, what are you wearing to the dance?"
"Haven't got a clue. But I've got plenty of dresses to choose from." She opened the wardrobe, and showed him.
"So I see," he commented, walking over. He took one out. "Have you ever worn this one?"
"No, why?"
"I think it would suit you."
"You do?"
"Yes. Try it on, go on." She took it from him, and went through to the bathroom.
He took his chance. He emptied her bag, and sorted through everything. He put at least five things back. He put everything else back in, and stood, waiting for her to come back out.
It had just been a random dress he had chosen, but when she came out, it did actually look good on her. He smiled. "That does look really nice."
"You think so?" she asked looking in her full-length mirror.
He came up behind her, looking over her shoulder. "Yes, I do. And, if you had your hair down…" He gently pulled the scrunchie out she always wore so her long blonde hair tumbled out.
"…and brushed it like this…" He took her brush, and carefully pulled it through her hair making it smooth and shiny.
"…add a silver necklace with maybe a small sapphire or emerald to bring out your eyes, that would look absolutely perfect." He smiled at her.
She smiled back. His hands still rested upon her shoulders, and she felt nervous under his touch.
The dress was a very light lilac, made of satin. It had long sleeves with really wide ends, coming to a point at the bottom. The neck was in a v-shape, edged with delicate lace, sewn on as flowers and vines. Small opals acted as the centre of the largest flowers, making them stand out. It went rather low, Amy found, and she thought it showed quite a bit of cleavage.
"You're sure it's not…showing too much? The neck bit I mean."
"It is fine, I promise you. Anyway, you shouldn't always cover yourself up so much. I've found that with you. You don't like to wear dresses that show you off really, do you?"
"As if I have anything to show off."
"Amy, that is completely the wrong attitude to have. You are a beautiful lady, you just can't see it." She stared at him in the mirror, unable to believe what she was hearing. He thought her…beautiful? All of a sudden, she felt rather faint. She turned and sat on the bed. He remained by the mirror. "Wear it to the dance," he encouraged her. "And do what I said, with your hair. I can get you a necklace."
"You're…you're sure?"
"Of course I am." He went and sat beside her. "Amy, what you've got to understand, is that everyone is beautiful, in their own, individual way. You have a lovely personality, which I don't think I have seen all of yet, and you are exceedingly pretty. Use it."
"What do you mean, you haven't seen all of my personality yet?"
"I have only seen you as a quiet, quite timid girl. I haven't heard you speak louder than your normal speaking volume, and you always act calm and collected. I believe that there is more to you than that."
"You do?"
"Yes." He stood up. "Now, get changed so you don't get that dirty." His voice had gone from quiet and soft, back to his normal tone. "And we will finish this packing." She nodded, and went to get changed.
"Women," he muttered to himself.
"I heard that!"
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"Oh Legolas, it's beautiful," Amy gasped as he did up the delicate clasp of the necklace for her. He smiled at her in the mirror. "You like it?"
"I love it." She carefully fingered the small emerald set in a silver teardrop. It was fastened on a fine, but strong, silver chain.
"Where did you get it from?" she asked turning round to look at him.
"That doesn't matter. You can keep it, if you wish."
"Oh no, I couldn't."
"Tough, it's a gift. Now come, I shall escort you down to the hall." He held out his arm.
She laughed. "Thank you my Lord. I should be honoured if you would." She took his arm, and he led her down.
Legolas himself was dressed in a soft white tunic, made of a material Amy did not recognise with a light silver cloak. His leggings were light silver, and he wore the soft, light grey boots that all Elves wore. His hair was braided differently to how Amy was used to. It wasn't done in warrior braids, but most of it was cascading down over his shoulders in a sheet of gold. He wore a silver circlet upon his head, in a looped design. A single crystal was set in the very centre on his forehead.
The hall, she found, was lavishly decorated. Banners hung from the huge wooden beams, mostly silver and green. A great long wooden table ran down almost the entire length of the hall, covered in a white linen tablecloth. All along it, were plates, goblets, and platters piled high with food. There were many bottles of wine, red, and white, stationed along it. All the cutlery was silver, and the goblets had golden bands around the middle. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, hundreds of candles flickering in a gentle breeze that blew in through the open main doors. They were hung with crystals and diamonds, glittering and sparkling in the light from the candles.
Lamps lit also by candles hung along the walls, in between the many tapestries and more banners. Tall silver stands stood in every corner, each holding an immaculate display of flowers. The leaves were mostly vines, and they trailed down, over the side of the pots onto the floor, making patterns of green on the flagstones.
Under the table, there was now a large rug, protecting the stones from the wooden feet of the table. It covered most of the hall floor, and contained every colour imaginable. Reds, blues, greens, yellows, and of course, silver. The chairs along the table were also oak, and each one had a cushion of deep red and gold material. Many of these were already occupied. There was a larger, statelier chair at the very head of the table. Carved of oak, it stood much taller than all the rest, and the arms ended as claws gripping the wood. It had a deep green cushion with silver leaves as decoration. The back came up to a point at the top, and a white cloth, edged with lace covered this. The thrones were situated just behind this, faint light covering them, making them glow eerily.
Amy gazed around in complete awe. Never before had she seen anything like this.
"Like it?" Legolas asked as she looked around.
"Its amazing," she whispered back, looking at him. Her eyes were glittering, and Legolas could see she was excited.
"Come and sit down. You're opposite me." He led her up to the very head of the table, and pulled out the seat on the right hand side of the large one for her. She sat down, and could feel many watching her.
"Ignore the stares," he whispered as he took his seat opposite her, on the left side of the large chair. "They're just being nosy."
She nodded, and continued to look around the hall.
When Thranduil entered, everyone stood. He reached his place, and they all sat again. Amy instantly wondered why she was right next to him. Surely the Queen…
Then it dawned on her. In the Lord of the Rings, there had never been any mention of Legolas' mother, nor in The Hobbit of the Mirkwood King having a Queen. It hadn't even acknowledged Legolas, or any other Royal family. She wondered where she could be.
"Welcome all," Thranduil began. She started paying attention.
"Welcome to this glorious feast and dance. Tonight, is to be a night of laughter, enjoyment, and of course, drinking." A cheer followed this statement.
He held up his hand for silence. "Yes, we will began that in a moment." A short round of laughter followed.
"Now, the reason for the feast, is mostly as a farewell." A few murmurs passed through the assembled. Not all knew that their Prince would soon be leaving them again.
"Yes. We will be saying farewell, to my son, your Prince."
All eyes fell on Legolas, who just kept looking at his father. Amy felt a stab of embarrassment for him. That must be difficult, having every person stare at you like that.
"He will be returning to Imladris, where of course, he has just arrived home from. He has a job to do. He will be representing the Elves on a perilous mission. You all know that 'it' has been found."
More murmurs followed. Everyone knew what 'it' was.
"So, I want you all to raise your glasses in a toast, to Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood!" He held up his goblet of wine, and everyone followed suit, Amy included. She went along with the chant.
"Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood!"
As she sipped, she smiled at him over the rim. He smiled back, but his face was downcast. She felt her heart go out to him.
"So, Legolas. A few words?" his father asked, sitting down.
Legolas grimaced slightly, but stood. Everyone looked at him again.
"Thank you, everyone. This is most kind of you. Now, where to begin? I suppose I had better tell you why I am leaving. As my father already announced, 'it' has been found once again, and I am going, along with eight others, to help try and destroy it."
There were gasps among the murmurs this time, and looks of shock and surprise were fired at him.
He nodded. "Yes, you heard me correctly. I do not know how long I will be gone for, but I know it will be for quite a while. I hope you can all manage without me." This created laughter, and broke the awkwardness that surrounded his speech.
"So, enjoy this evening, and when I return, we'll have another one!" There was more laughter, and they all drank again.
He sat down and breathed a sigh of relief. As everyone started eating, he glared at his father. "Adar, why do you always do that to me?"
"You are a Prince, Legolas. You have to say a formal good-bye yourself."
"Yes, but you always make such a big deal out of it."
"You are my son Legolas, and I am allowed to make a big deal. Now, enjoy this evening, and forget about everything that may, or may not lay ahead." He took another sip of wine, indicating that the conversation was over.
Amy grinned at Legolas. He smirked back. She ate a little, but found her appetite had disappeared with the excitement of the night to come.
"Eat something," Legolas told her, seeing her hardly eating. "You'll need it for later."
She gave him a puzzled look, but he just smiled, and sipped some more wine.
A couple of hours later, after much eating and drinking, the guests started to leave the table. It was pushed off to one side. Amy wondered how they did it, as it looked extremely heavy. The rug was also removed, leaving the floor completely empty.
Music started playing, and Amy looked to the musicians. They played instruments such as harps, flutes, and other soft-sounding instruments such as those.
There was no introduction to the dancing; the Elves just started. Amy watched, spellbound, as they danced. They were such graceful movers, seeming to flow or float across the floor in perfect rhythm to the music. They were all in couples; no one danced alone.
She looked around for Legolas. She had lost him the bustle of getting the table moved. She spied him standing with a group of Elves a little further down the hall from her. They all held a goblet of wine, and were laughing together. She couldn't go to him.
"Care to dance Amy?" asked a soft voice to her side.
She turned round, and came face to face with Silivren. "Oh, hello Silivren. I didn't see you at the table."
"Probably because I was on the same side as you. It's rather hard to see through people. Well?" he asked, offering her his arm.
She grinned and took it.
"Just so you know," she whispered as they found a space. "I have never danced with an Elf before."
"Well then I am honoured," he whispered in reply. She smiled, and they danced.
"But Legolas, surely Lord Elronds' sons are rather…adventurous," one of his friends asked. "I mean, they gallop around the Red Horn Pass, and the surrounding area, hunting down Orcs and killing them. That's all they seem to do."
"They are getting revenge for their mother," he told him, sipping his wine. "You know the story of when Lady Celebrían was ambushed in the Pass by Orcs. They feel it is their duty to avenge her."
"I suppose so."
"Well wouldn't you do the same?"
"Quite possibly. I have never been in that situation myself." Legolas just raised an eyebrow at his friend. Cabor was known for his views on the Rivendell Elves. He was a rather posh sort, but Legolas still liked him.
As he went to re-fill his goblet, he looked out onto the dancefloor. He nearly dropped it when he saw Amy dancing with Silivren. He frowned. He put the goblet down, and went in search of a dance partner.
Cabor looked at his retreating friend. "Where's Legolas going?" he asked the others. They shook their heads. He just shrugged, and carried on talking.
Legolas soon found a willing lady to dance with, and they slowly made their way over to Amy and Silivren. As he made eye contact with the Elf, he gave a sly wink. Silivren scowled, but said nothing.
Over Silivrens' shoulder, Amy saw Legolas dancing with an Elf-maiden. Her heart dropped a little. She had rather wanted to dance with him herself. After all, he had given her the necklace.
When the music stopped, the ladies bowed or curtseyed to their partners, and the men kissed their hands. Amy blushed when Silivren did this.
"Tradition," he told her as they went to get drinks.
"I think its sweet," she answered as he filled up her goblet.
He raised an eyebrow. "If you say so." She grinned.
"I do."
"Enjoying yourself Amy?" Seregon asked as she walked over.
She looked round at her. "Yes thank you Seregon."
"Well, its only just begun, so be prepared for the rest of tonight." She winked, and walked away again.
She looked at Silivren, confusion all over her face. He just grinned. "You'll see."
For a short while, they stood by the table drinking and talking. Amy kept looking for Legolas but couldn't spot him anywhere. She frowned thoughtfully. She had seen him with that other maiden, but not since.
She danced again with Silivren, and momentarily forgot about her missing Prince. Halfway through the dance, they all had to exchange partners. Amy ended up with an Elf she had never met before, but he was really friendly. He made her laugh a lot, and by the end of the dance, her sides were aching. In her childhood days, Amy was well known for giggling too much.
A couple of hours passed, and there was still no sign of Legolas. She really wanted to see him now, if only to talk to him. Silivren was good enough company, but there were always maidens watching him. She knew it would probably be even worse around Legolas, but she wanted to find him all the same.
She excused herself from Silivren, and went in search of him. She carefully wove her way in and out of the guests at the sides of the hall, drinking and talking. A few stopped her, and asked her questions about where she was from. She answered them all, then left as quickly, but politely, as she could. Any smiles she received she returned, and any other form of greeting.
Once she had gone from one end of the hall to the other, she stopped and looked back down. She scanned her eyes over the dancers, and spotted him almost instantly. He was dancing with yet another maiden, and both were smiling and laughing.
Amy frowned. That could be her, out there with him. When the music ended, she followed him with her eyes, and then went over to where he had gone.
He was still with the same maiden, just talking. Amy stopped a suitable distance away, and just watched. She felt a pang of jealousy go through her as he brushed a stray hair behind one of her delicate pointed ears. She felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She turned round to find Seregon next to her. "Oh, hello Seregon. You surprised me."
"Sorry melonin. If you want to talk to him, just go up to him." Amy was getting used to the Elven language now.
"Are you kidding? With her right there? No thanks. I'll just wait until he sees me."
"Well you look pretty stupid just standing there staring at them."
"Well stay here and talk to me then. Then I won't look so stupid because I'll be with somebody else." Seregon grinned, but stayed with her new friend.
"You really mean that?" she asked Legolas.
He smiled at the maiden in front of him. "Of course, else I wouldn't be saying it, would I?" She giggled.
"Dúlin, I always mean what I say. You look lovely tonight. Why weren't you at the table?"
"Things to do."
"I missed you."
She smiled. "Really?"
"Yes." He held her in an embrace, and as he looked over her shoulder, he spied Amy talking with Seregon. She glanced at him, and quickly looked away again when she saw what he was doing.
He mentally kicked himself. He pulled away. "Right, I've got to go now. I'll see you later." He planted a soft kiss on her cheek, and squeezed her hand.
"I need some fresh air," Amy told Seregon quickly when she saw Legolas saying good-bye to the strange maiden.
"Come with me." Seregon took her hand, and led her away.
Legolas scowled when he saw them walking away. He tried his best to keep up with them, but the crowd was too packed where they were. Pretty soon, he had lost total sight of them. He cursed under his breath. Where were they going?
Seregon took Amy out into the silent courtyard. She shivered, as it was cold. A harsh winter wind was blowing, and her dress was rather thin. But she welcomed the air on her face. It was very crowded in the hall, and starting to get a bit stuffy. She fanned her face with her hand.
"Better?" Seregon asked after a few minutes.
Amy nodded. "Much. It's a bit stuffy in there."
"I know what you mean. Its much worse in the summer."
"I don't think I'd be able to stand it."
Seregon laughed. "No, I doubt you would."
Legolas finally managed to get out of the dancing into the entrance hall. He straightened his clothes, and looked around. People had told him they had seen Seregon and Amy go out the door into here, but from now, he was lost. He saw the slightly open main door, and smiled.
//So that's where you've gone.//
It made sense really. Amy was probably not used to such large crowds, especially of Elves, and needed some fresh air. He checked in a nearby mirror hanging on the wall to make sure he was smart, and went out.
The two ladies turned at the sound of someone coming down the steps. Amy quickly looked away again.
"Good evening my Lord," she heard Seregon say graciously.
"Evening Seregon. Having a nice time?"
"Lovely thank you my Lord." She looked at Amy. "Ready to go back in?"
Amy quickly nodded, and went to follow. But Legolas stopped them. "Wait, I would rather like to talk to you Amy."
"Oh, ok," she replied, looking at Seregon for help. The Elf-maiden just made an apologetic expression. "I'll see you inside," she promised, and hurried back in.
Legolas looked at the human beside him. She was shivering. "Here," he offered, holding out his cloak for her. He slipped it round her shoulders, and did up the clasp. "Better?"
She nodded. Her voice had deserted her again.
"Amy, are you ok?" he asked after a while. "You look rather pale."
"I'm fine. It's just rather crowded in there that's all. I needed some fresh air."
"I guessed. Look, come with me. I've got something to show you." He held out his hand for her to take.
At first, she looked a little uncertain, but she took it. He smiled, and led her along the front of the palace, and through a small wooden door.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"You'll see."
She scowled. Why were these bloody Eves so mysterious all the time?
They passed through the door, and Amy found herself in a huge garden. He shut the door, and led her along a small stony path. It twisted and turned, and seemed to be following a stream that ran all through the garden. It was walled all the way around, and over one, Amy could just see the roof of the stables.
The trees were tall, and almost all were evergreen. Along the bank of the stream, were willow trees, their bare branches draping down into the water, being pulled in the direction of the current. Shrubs lined the other side of the path, their leaves all shades of gold, red, and brown. She could see old sunflower stalks hidden behind these, long out of flower. Large leaves floated on top of the water, again, all red, gold, and brown. The path was lined with them, and they still fell down around the pair walking along.
Birds were singing softly, hidden away in the tallest branches of trees they could find. She could see rabbit holes along the stream bank, and there was clear evidence that rabbits were around somewhere. The moon was high in the sky, shining full and brightly. The light reflected on the water, and the moon was also reflected, wavering with the ripples. The stars were all out, winking and twinkling beside the moon.
"Its beautiful," she whispered, not wishing to disturb the peaceful aura.
Legolas smiled. "You haven't seen the best bit yet," he promised.
He took her deeper into the garden, and the further they went, the more undergrowth there was. He pushed aside overhanging branches and vines to make way for her.
"Just through here," he whispered, pausing in front of a veil of ivy, "is the most secret part of Mirkwood." His voice was barely above a whisper. "When you enter, you must be quiet." She nodded.
He pushed aside the ivy, and took her through.
She momentarily forgot to breathe. The scene was breathtaking.
They were on a large lawn, and right in the very centre, was a huge silver tree, taller than all the rest in the whole of Mirkwood, of that she was certain. Lamps were hung on various branches, but she could see no candles providing the light. More shrubs and plants were all around the edge of the lawn, and a path went all the way around. To one end, was a fountain, made of white marble. The water sparkled in the light of the moon, and the sound was calming. But the most astonishing thing off all was stood beside the fountain. Amy could not believe her eyes.
A unicorn. A pure white unicorn. Her coat gleamed in the moonlight, and her horn looked as if it was made of ivory. Her tail just brushed the grassy floor beneath her, and looked as if it was spun of silver silk. Her mane was the same. She had large dark eyes that were looking directly at the two that had just entered.
Legolas bowed his head to her, and so Amy did the same. The unicorn snorted, and nodded her head.
"Come on," he whispered, and led her over.
"I thought unicorns only existed in fairy tales," she whispered. He just smiled at her.
The unicorn waited patiently for them, her dark eyes watching their every move. Legolas stopped about two feet away, and bowed again. Amy just followed suit. The unicorn walked over to Legolas, and nuzzled his face. He stroked her mane, whispering soft Elvish that Amy could not understand.
After a while, the unicorn turned to her. Legolas still rested his hand upon her neck. "Go on," he encouraged. "Stoke her."
Amy looked at the creature in front of her. Slowly, she lifted her hand, and brushed the unicorns' nose. She was softer than a horse, yet her coat still had the same, roughish feeling that all horses had.
Amy felt tears come to her eyes just touching this magical creature. She looked at Legolas. "Who is she?" she asked in a whisper.
"Our dearest friend," he replied, stroking her neck. "Whenever we need someone to talk to, we come to her."
"What's her name?"
"Lanthir."
"That is a beautiful name." Amy turned back to her. Lanthir seemed to be smiling at her, though it showed only in her dark brown eyes. To Amy, she felt like a motherly figure, someone that would always care for you, in any situation.
Lanthir edged forward and softly nuzzled Amy's cheek. Only then did she realise that the tears had broken loose and were trailing down her face. She smiled at her soft touch. "Diolla lle," she whispered. It was one of the few Elven words she had learnt.
"You are lonely, Amy."
The voice reverberated round her head.
"Lanthir?" she asked, puzzled.
"Yes, it is I. I can feel your sorrow Amy. You do not know why you are here, and this scares you, doesn't it?"
"Yes," she replied, knowing what the unicorn was telling her was true.
"Do not fear. My son will take care of you."
"Who?"
"My son. The one who brought you to me."
Amy stared at Legolas. Or she would have, if he had been there. He had disappeared. "Legolas?" she called, looking around.
"He is giving us privacy Amy. He'll be back, don't worry."
Amy smiled. "So, how is he your son?"
"Its quite simple. I am Queen of Mirkwood."
"But…you're a unicorn."
"It is a spell Amy. Long ago, I had it placed upon me. I live out here now, in the woods of Mirkwood. Every night, Legolas comes to me. He believes that I am Lanthir. His father unfortunately, does not."
"The King doesn't believe you are his wife?"
"No. You see, I was killed when this spell was put in me. But my spirit was not. It was locked inside the body of a horse, the one you see before you now. But for reasons I do not know, I became a unicorn."
"Perhaps it was because you are an Elf. That may have had something to do with it."
"Maybe. Anyway, that is not the reason you are here. Legolas has brought you to me, and has told me that you are upset. Is that true?"
"Yes. Although I love it here, I want to go home."
"I understand. But I also know that you are here for a reason. You are not here by accident Amy. Some power has brought you to us in these times of war and grief. Before you return home, you will have some task to do. What that is, I do not know."
"How will I get home, when I have done this task?"
"I cannot say for certain, but probably the way you got here."
"You mean, I'll have to die again?"
"Most likely, yes."
"Oh."
"Look, go to Imladris tomorrow with Legolas, and Lord Elrond may be able to help more than I. He is well learned in the subject of magic and all the things that go with it. He may come up with another explanation. Why do you think you are here Amy?"
"I don't know, but I wish I did. I want to go home. I want to see Natalie again. I miss her, and Spirit." The tears threatened to fall again, and she shut her eyes tight, trying to hold them back.
"Let the tears flow my child. It will do you good."
Amy couldn't resist any more. The tears came, and she buried her face in Lanthirs' soft mane and held onto her strong neck for support. Lanthir nuzzled her shoulder gently in comfort.
After a couple of minutes, Amy pulled away and wiped her eyes. "Diolla lle Lanthir," she said gratefully, smiling. Lanthir just nodded.
"Good luck my child. And look after my son. I expect you will be joining him and the other companions on their journey. He will need you before the end."
"Yes Lanthir."
The unicorn nodded, then turned, and walked away into the darkness.
Once she had gone, Amy hugged herself and shivered. Even Legolas' cloak could not keep out the cold. She looked around for him. "Legolas?" she called.
He was at her side in an instant. She smiled at him. "Diolla lle," she whispered. "I needed that."
"I know," he replied, smiling back. "She talked to you?"
"Lots. She's your mother, isn't she?"
He nodded. "Yes. She told you?"
"Yeah." She shivered again.
Legolas wrapped his arm around her trembling shoulders. "Come on, we had better get back. Seregon will be wondering what's taking us so long."
"Does she believe that Lanthir is your mother?" she asked as they walked back along the path, out of the fountain garden, and back onto the smaller winding path.
"Yes. She is one of the few that does."
"I do," Amy assured him, taking his hand. He smiled down at her.
They soon reached the palace again, and before they went back into the main hall, Legolas stopped her. "Do not tell anyone what you have seen or heard tonight."
"What, not even Seregon?"
"No. I don't want my father getting wind of it."
"Oh, ok." She gave him back his cloak, and they went back in.
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Was the Queen being a unicorn taking things a bit too far? Please tell me if it was, and I apologise if it was indeed so. I just liked the idea! ^_^
Chapter 6 will be coming very soon, as long as I get enough reviews again of course! ^_^
~Lainfaer~