The room went very quiet. Everyone was looking at me, shocked. Legolas was
giving me frantic 'what-the-hell-are-you-doing' looks. Alassé covered her
face with her hands.
"Go on, Legolas!" I shouted, incensed.
Thranduil looked disapproving. "I do not think-"
"Please, Father," Alassé pleaded indistinctly, head still hidden. "This means so much to him."
Thranduil looked as though he was torn. He obviously wanted to please his daughter but did not want to give any pleasure to his son. Then h appeared to make a decision.
"No. My word is final. I do not want Legolas to represent Mirkwood. I shall send Tithirön. He surely is a worthy elf."
"No!" I yelled. "It's Legolas, you have to send him! It says in the book and the film! You've got to!"
"What is the girl talking about?" Thranduil said. "Out, Legolas. I am finished with you."
"Yes, Father." Legolas bowed his head. "I understand."
"No, you don't, you can't just give in! You have to go!" I shouted.
"Einëssa!" Legolas growled warningly. He and Alassé began to stride from the room and I followed them. The huge throne room doors slammed shut behind me.
"Legolas, what are you doing? You can't just give in! You have to go to the Council, that's how it's supposed to go!" I yelled at him.
"Sometimes, Einëssa, there are things you just have to accept," he said quietly.
I was almost crying with frustration now. "You can't just accept this."
Legolas looked up and met my eyes. "Why shouldn't I, when there is not way I can change it?" He turned and walked off down the long corridor. I bit my lip and blinked hard so Alassé wouldn't see the tears in my eyes.
"Go on, Legolas!" I shouted, incensed.
Thranduil looked disapproving. "I do not think-"
"Please, Father," Alassé pleaded indistinctly, head still hidden. "This means so much to him."
Thranduil looked as though he was torn. He obviously wanted to please his daughter but did not want to give any pleasure to his son. Then h appeared to make a decision.
"No. My word is final. I do not want Legolas to represent Mirkwood. I shall send Tithirön. He surely is a worthy elf."
"No!" I yelled. "It's Legolas, you have to send him! It says in the book and the film! You've got to!"
"What is the girl talking about?" Thranduil said. "Out, Legolas. I am finished with you."
"Yes, Father." Legolas bowed his head. "I understand."
"No, you don't, you can't just give in! You have to go!" I shouted.
"Einëssa!" Legolas growled warningly. He and Alassé began to stride from the room and I followed them. The huge throne room doors slammed shut behind me.
"Legolas, what are you doing? You can't just give in! You have to go to the Council, that's how it's supposed to go!" I yelled at him.
"Sometimes, Einëssa, there are things you just have to accept," he said quietly.
I was almost crying with frustration now. "You can't just accept this."
Legolas looked up and met my eyes. "Why shouldn't I, when there is not way I can change it?" He turned and walked off down the long corridor. I bit my lip and blinked hard so Alassé wouldn't see the tears in my eyes.