*The second chapter- alright. We have paragraphs, but sorry, there's
probably still spelling, grammar, and other basic English mistakes. I'll
deal with them gradually. Very gradually.*
The next morning, Legolas had figured out what he was going to tell his father- well, he had a general idea. He just needed to figure out how to say it so that it didn't sound bad.
"Father..."He rehearsed to himself, as he walked through the halls. "A year ago I fell in love with a prostitute... hm..."
No matter how he phrased it, it didn't work. He entered the library and found his father reading a book.
"Legolas, good morning." Thranduil said, glancing up.
"Father... I need to get married." Legolas blurted.
"Well, yes... Did you have someone in mind?" Thranduil asked, concerned.
"I do," Legolas paused for a moment. "Myth."
"We went though this already."
"I know but circumstances have changed."
Thranduil shook his head. "I don't see how. She's still a human, she still has a bad reputation, and in addition, if you haven't noticed, she's had someone else's child."
Legolas swallowed nervously. "That's the circumstance that's changed. Prynne is my child." For a moment, Legolas waited for a response. When none came, he continued, "That's why I need to marry Myth."
Thranduil nodded. "Then you do need to marry her... You lay with a whore. Please tell me you did not pay her."
Legolas looked at the floor. "I did... But it wasn't- I- I loved her first. Then I found out what she was, and it was the only way-"
"Leave me." Thranduil said sternly.
Legolas silenced instantly and left. It did sound awful. He had paid Myth to sleep with him but he hadn't gone into town looking for sex. He had seen Myth around, fallen in love with her, then found out she as a whore. He had tried to express his love to her anyway, but she misunderstood. She was surprised because he was an elf, but she just assumed he was another customer.
Afterwards, Legolas felt terrible and never did it again. He tried to apologize and leave, but Myth seemed to like him and wanted him to stay around. They saw each other whenever they could, and slowly Myth steered away from her life style. After Thranduil forbade them to get married, they stopped seeing each other. Myth must have started up again.
*** Later that day, Legolas found Myth to tell her the news. She was sitting on the balcony of her room, staring Prynne.
"What are you doing?" Legolas asked, coming up behind her.
"I was trying to think of a song to sing him, but I don't know any nice ones." She said.
"I'll teach you some... I told my father about Prynne." Myth looked up.
"And he didn't kill you. What did he say?"
"He's angry, but he agrees for us to get married."
"You don't have to marry me. I just need your help raising Prynne"
"I know, but I want to get married- If you do, I mean" he added quickly. "I'll announce it tonight. At dinner." Myth smiled brightly for the first time.
"Was Thranduil angry?" She asked, concerned.
"He... disapproved of what we did. The way I phrased it- it didn't sound right. We weren't married, you didn't even love me-"
"I did. That's why I asked you not to go afterwards. You were the first man- or elf, rather, who didn't treat me like... I dunno, whatever. I didn't know it then but that's what love felt like."
Legolas reached down and brushed his fingers through Myth's hair. "Come with me to dinner tonight and we'll announce our plans and tell them the truth about Prynne."
That night, Legolas led Myth through the dining hall to sit with him, despite the murmurs that hummed around them as they passed. To this point, no one knew Myth as any one other than the sister of, Layne, the human boy who worked in the palace. They gossiped among each other about why she was sitting with the prince until the end of the meal when Thranduil stood and spoke.
"My son would like to make an announcement." He said briefly, trying not to sound condoning.
Legolas stood and said with no introduction, "I'm going to get married." A silence echoed throughout the hall until the voice of Deserae cut through it.
"To who?" She challenged.
"To Myth." Legolas answered. Deserea nodded.
"She has a baby. What will become of it?" Legolas swallowed, for the first time feeling nervous speaking in front of people.
"The child is mine." He tried to sound confident.
"Oh." Deserae answered simply, as if nothing else needed be said to make her point. An awkward silence rang about the hall.
"This," Thranduil said, feeling responsible to pick up the conversation, "Is a joyous event. We wish you both happiness." He said it more like a question than like a statement.
"Thank you," Legolas said humbly. Myth glared at her fiance. Well, that went well. She thought, sarcastically. It seemed like Desearae was smugly thinking the same thing.
Myth watched the events of the evening progress from a withdrawn position.
"Would you like to dance?" Legolas asked, noticing that Myth was gazing at some couples on the dance floor.
"Not really." Myth would rather have slinked off and stayed in her room.
"Come on," he said, taking her arm. "You're just being shy." He attempted to pull her out of her chair, but she held onto the table.
"Stop, stop. They're all staring at me. I'd rather not."
"Not let me flaunt you?"
"Exactly."
"Come on." With a quick tug, Myth stumbled out of her chair and was dragged onto the dance floor.
"I hate you," she muttered to Legolas as she 'accidentally' stepped on his foot. After a while, she was stopped noticing the way people were staring at her- whether they stopped starring or she stopped seeing it, she didn't know. She liked dancing and was very good, once she got over being self- conscious.
As Legolas spun Myth around, she nearly bumped into someone, who turned to congratulate them on their upcoming marriage. She laughed and thanked him, feeling finally that the stigma was lifted.
The rest of the night, they danced and laughed and drank wine, and by the time, she went back towards her room, Myth could barely walk straight.
"Are you drunk?" Legolas laughed, as she stumbled and clung to his arm.
"No." She said, barely able to speak, because she was laughing to hard. "I'm so dizzy because you kept spinning me around like a. um, you know. Oh, we have to tell Layne that we're getting married because he doesn't know yet."
"Really?"
"No, he wasn't at dinner. He was watching Prynne, so I could be there. I have to find him and get Prynne back." Myth, said peering behind her for Layne.
"I'll send a maid to find him." They passed Myth's room, and Legolas led her towards his, to look for a servant. He opened the door, but found no one. Myth stumbled inside and fell onto the bed.
"My head is spinning." she said, staring at the ceiling.
"Could I have a glass of water?" She asked. Legolas stepped out of the room to find someone to bring her one, and possibly locate Layne and Prynne.
Myth closed her eyes, and lay on her side. She was feeling alright, mostly tired. Just as she had almost fallen asleep waiting for him to return with her water, she was drawn out of her half sleeping state as she sensed Legolas on the bed next to her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck.
"What are you doing?" She asked, hazily, but consciously reaching back to stroke his face.
The next morning, Legolas had figured out what he was going to tell his father- well, he had a general idea. He just needed to figure out how to say it so that it didn't sound bad.
"Father..."He rehearsed to himself, as he walked through the halls. "A year ago I fell in love with a prostitute... hm..."
No matter how he phrased it, it didn't work. He entered the library and found his father reading a book.
"Legolas, good morning." Thranduil said, glancing up.
"Father... I need to get married." Legolas blurted.
"Well, yes... Did you have someone in mind?" Thranduil asked, concerned.
"I do," Legolas paused for a moment. "Myth."
"We went though this already."
"I know but circumstances have changed."
Thranduil shook his head. "I don't see how. She's still a human, she still has a bad reputation, and in addition, if you haven't noticed, she's had someone else's child."
Legolas swallowed nervously. "That's the circumstance that's changed. Prynne is my child." For a moment, Legolas waited for a response. When none came, he continued, "That's why I need to marry Myth."
Thranduil nodded. "Then you do need to marry her... You lay with a whore. Please tell me you did not pay her."
Legolas looked at the floor. "I did... But it wasn't- I- I loved her first. Then I found out what she was, and it was the only way-"
"Leave me." Thranduil said sternly.
Legolas silenced instantly and left. It did sound awful. He had paid Myth to sleep with him but he hadn't gone into town looking for sex. He had seen Myth around, fallen in love with her, then found out she as a whore. He had tried to express his love to her anyway, but she misunderstood. She was surprised because he was an elf, but she just assumed he was another customer.
Afterwards, Legolas felt terrible and never did it again. He tried to apologize and leave, but Myth seemed to like him and wanted him to stay around. They saw each other whenever they could, and slowly Myth steered away from her life style. After Thranduil forbade them to get married, they stopped seeing each other. Myth must have started up again.
*** Later that day, Legolas found Myth to tell her the news. She was sitting on the balcony of her room, staring Prynne.
"What are you doing?" Legolas asked, coming up behind her.
"I was trying to think of a song to sing him, but I don't know any nice ones." She said.
"I'll teach you some... I told my father about Prynne." Myth looked up.
"And he didn't kill you. What did he say?"
"He's angry, but he agrees for us to get married."
"You don't have to marry me. I just need your help raising Prynne"
"I know, but I want to get married- If you do, I mean" he added quickly. "I'll announce it tonight. At dinner." Myth smiled brightly for the first time.
"Was Thranduil angry?" She asked, concerned.
"He... disapproved of what we did. The way I phrased it- it didn't sound right. We weren't married, you didn't even love me-"
"I did. That's why I asked you not to go afterwards. You were the first man- or elf, rather, who didn't treat me like... I dunno, whatever. I didn't know it then but that's what love felt like."
Legolas reached down and brushed his fingers through Myth's hair. "Come with me to dinner tonight and we'll announce our plans and tell them the truth about Prynne."
That night, Legolas led Myth through the dining hall to sit with him, despite the murmurs that hummed around them as they passed. To this point, no one knew Myth as any one other than the sister of, Layne, the human boy who worked in the palace. They gossiped among each other about why she was sitting with the prince until the end of the meal when Thranduil stood and spoke.
"My son would like to make an announcement." He said briefly, trying not to sound condoning.
Legolas stood and said with no introduction, "I'm going to get married." A silence echoed throughout the hall until the voice of Deserae cut through it.
"To who?" She challenged.
"To Myth." Legolas answered. Deserea nodded.
"She has a baby. What will become of it?" Legolas swallowed, for the first time feeling nervous speaking in front of people.
"The child is mine." He tried to sound confident.
"Oh." Deserae answered simply, as if nothing else needed be said to make her point. An awkward silence rang about the hall.
"This," Thranduil said, feeling responsible to pick up the conversation, "Is a joyous event. We wish you both happiness." He said it more like a question than like a statement.
"Thank you," Legolas said humbly. Myth glared at her fiance. Well, that went well. She thought, sarcastically. It seemed like Desearae was smugly thinking the same thing.
Myth watched the events of the evening progress from a withdrawn position.
"Would you like to dance?" Legolas asked, noticing that Myth was gazing at some couples on the dance floor.
"Not really." Myth would rather have slinked off and stayed in her room.
"Come on," he said, taking her arm. "You're just being shy." He attempted to pull her out of her chair, but she held onto the table.
"Stop, stop. They're all staring at me. I'd rather not."
"Not let me flaunt you?"
"Exactly."
"Come on." With a quick tug, Myth stumbled out of her chair and was dragged onto the dance floor.
"I hate you," she muttered to Legolas as she 'accidentally' stepped on his foot. After a while, she was stopped noticing the way people were staring at her- whether they stopped starring or she stopped seeing it, she didn't know. She liked dancing and was very good, once she got over being self- conscious.
As Legolas spun Myth around, she nearly bumped into someone, who turned to congratulate them on their upcoming marriage. She laughed and thanked him, feeling finally that the stigma was lifted.
The rest of the night, they danced and laughed and drank wine, and by the time, she went back towards her room, Myth could barely walk straight.
"Are you drunk?" Legolas laughed, as she stumbled and clung to his arm.
"No." She said, barely able to speak, because she was laughing to hard. "I'm so dizzy because you kept spinning me around like a. um, you know. Oh, we have to tell Layne that we're getting married because he doesn't know yet."
"Really?"
"No, he wasn't at dinner. He was watching Prynne, so I could be there. I have to find him and get Prynne back." Myth, said peering behind her for Layne.
"I'll send a maid to find him." They passed Myth's room, and Legolas led her towards his, to look for a servant. He opened the door, but found no one. Myth stumbled inside and fell onto the bed.
"My head is spinning." she said, staring at the ceiling.
"Could I have a glass of water?" She asked. Legolas stepped out of the room to find someone to bring her one, and possibly locate Layne and Prynne.
Myth closed her eyes, and lay on her side. She was feeling alright, mostly tired. Just as she had almost fallen asleep waiting for him to return with her water, she was drawn out of her half sleeping state as she sensed Legolas on the bed next to her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck.
"What are you doing?" She asked, hazily, but consciously reaching back to stroke his face.