Sorry it took me so long to update. I'm going to try not to let it happen
again. I don't actually have a good excuse this time- I've just been madly
busy. I can't thank everyone enough for your reviews, so I'll try to earn
them back (because everyone has probably stopped reading this by now!)
So, now for a little bitching- because if there's anything I know about, it's girls bitching at each other (hello, I have a sister!) ***
Legolas was awakened by a loud knock on the door. He stretched for a moment, them sat up stiffly when another knock sounded.
Myth who was now awake too, sat up cautiously. "Who is it?" She whispered to Legolas.
"I don't know."
"We can't be seen like this."
"I know." Legolas said, trying to think of a plan. "Just a minute!" He called to whoever was at the door. "We. have to hide-,"
"You can't hide, you just answered! They know you're in here. I have to hide-,"
Just as Myth was getting out of the bed, the door swung open. Standing there, was Deserae.
"Oh. oh, ok." She said, shaking her head and turning to go. Legolas jumped up. "No, no. It's not what you think."
Deserae rolled her eyes. "I don't think anything," She said, in a clearly judgmental tone, "I just came to ask if you knew where Myth was- her brother wants to give back her baby- but it's clear that Myth is a little preoccupied."
"No," Legolas grabbed Deserae's arm to stop her from leaving, again. "We didn't-"
"Ow," Deserae pulled her arm away. "You know, I would have expected more from you."
"Oh my god," Myth said, finally speaking up.
"What?" Deserae demanded.
Myth glared at Legolas. "Aren't you in charge? Can't you have her beheaded or something?"
"How dare you? You little tramp. You might think that just because you're screwing him," she pointed at Legolas, "that some how you're better than me. Well, this just in: You're still dirty, worthless-"
Legolas grabbed Deserae by her hair and put his hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide with shock.
"Listen. Regardless of her past, Myth is going to be my wife-" Legolas released Deserae, "which means that she is in charge of you and all the other servants. She deserves your respect. I'm not going to tolerate any of your name calling."
Myth smirked a little to herself as Deserae stormed off, half angry, half scared. "What a bitch." She muttered, then looking up added, "I thinks she's just jealous."
"She's always been like that- loud, bossy. She won't just mind her own business."
"We should get married quick before she starts telling people things."
Legolas shook his head. "She won't. Anyway, nobody will believe her. She has a reputation for gossiping."
*** Unfortunately, that wasn't entirely true. Myth and Legolas discovered this later in the day, when they realized someone did take Deserae seriously, and it was probably the worst possible person.
"Thranduil wants to see both of you. Before dinner."
The servant walked away, and Legolas stood rigidly. "I knew she would do something like this," Myth sighed. "Maybe I can talk to him and explain-"
"He doesn't exactly like you," Legolas said, bluntly. Myth nodded, already knowing this. "We'll both just go and see what he wants."
*** In the library, the elf prince, and the human whore stood before the king- an unlikely scene. The younger two felt like they were shrinking under Thranduil's gaze, though he didn't even seem angry.
"You may know why I called you here. There are actually two reasons," he said, observing them both. "The first- Deserae can overreact, but she claims that you two slept together, and then you," he looked at Myth, "insulted her. and that you," he looked at Legolas, "attacked her. Would you care to explain yourselves?"
"That isn't what happened. We didn't sleep together, Myth was in my room be- because she."
"Wanted to know where my brother was." Myth finished the sentence and Legolas nodded. "I didn't mean to insult Deserae, and I was going to apologize. But, then she was amazingly rude to me before I got the chance, and Legolas came to my defense."
"I didn't attack Deserae, I only covered her mouth."
Thranduil nodded. "I understand. Deserae is often. overly dramatic. The second thing I wanted to ask about is the wedding. Have you chosen a time?"
This question caught both off guard. Myth just looked at her fiancé. He breathed nervously, not wanting to upset his father, or his wife-to-be.
"As. soon as can be managed."
"Well how soon is that? Next weekend?"
The two shrugged over this suggestion and nodded. "I suppose." agreed Myth.
"Very well. You both may go."
*ok, although nothing terribly riveting happened in this chapter, there's gonna be some drama in upcoming chapters, and soon- gasp- sex! yay!
So, now for a little bitching- because if there's anything I know about, it's girls bitching at each other (hello, I have a sister!) ***
Legolas was awakened by a loud knock on the door. He stretched for a moment, them sat up stiffly when another knock sounded.
Myth who was now awake too, sat up cautiously. "Who is it?" She whispered to Legolas.
"I don't know."
"We can't be seen like this."
"I know." Legolas said, trying to think of a plan. "Just a minute!" He called to whoever was at the door. "We. have to hide-,"
"You can't hide, you just answered! They know you're in here. I have to hide-,"
Just as Myth was getting out of the bed, the door swung open. Standing there, was Deserae.
"Oh. oh, ok." She said, shaking her head and turning to go. Legolas jumped up. "No, no. It's not what you think."
Deserae rolled her eyes. "I don't think anything," She said, in a clearly judgmental tone, "I just came to ask if you knew where Myth was- her brother wants to give back her baby- but it's clear that Myth is a little preoccupied."
"No," Legolas grabbed Deserae's arm to stop her from leaving, again. "We didn't-"
"Ow," Deserae pulled her arm away. "You know, I would have expected more from you."
"Oh my god," Myth said, finally speaking up.
"What?" Deserae demanded.
Myth glared at Legolas. "Aren't you in charge? Can't you have her beheaded or something?"
"How dare you? You little tramp. You might think that just because you're screwing him," she pointed at Legolas, "that some how you're better than me. Well, this just in: You're still dirty, worthless-"
Legolas grabbed Deserae by her hair and put his hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide with shock.
"Listen. Regardless of her past, Myth is going to be my wife-" Legolas released Deserae, "which means that she is in charge of you and all the other servants. She deserves your respect. I'm not going to tolerate any of your name calling."
Myth smirked a little to herself as Deserae stormed off, half angry, half scared. "What a bitch." She muttered, then looking up added, "I thinks she's just jealous."
"She's always been like that- loud, bossy. She won't just mind her own business."
"We should get married quick before she starts telling people things."
Legolas shook his head. "She won't. Anyway, nobody will believe her. She has a reputation for gossiping."
*** Unfortunately, that wasn't entirely true. Myth and Legolas discovered this later in the day, when they realized someone did take Deserae seriously, and it was probably the worst possible person.
"Thranduil wants to see both of you. Before dinner."
The servant walked away, and Legolas stood rigidly. "I knew she would do something like this," Myth sighed. "Maybe I can talk to him and explain-"
"He doesn't exactly like you," Legolas said, bluntly. Myth nodded, already knowing this. "We'll both just go and see what he wants."
*** In the library, the elf prince, and the human whore stood before the king- an unlikely scene. The younger two felt like they were shrinking under Thranduil's gaze, though he didn't even seem angry.
"You may know why I called you here. There are actually two reasons," he said, observing them both. "The first- Deserae can overreact, but she claims that you two slept together, and then you," he looked at Myth, "insulted her. and that you," he looked at Legolas, "attacked her. Would you care to explain yourselves?"
"That isn't what happened. We didn't sleep together, Myth was in my room be- because she."
"Wanted to know where my brother was." Myth finished the sentence and Legolas nodded. "I didn't mean to insult Deserae, and I was going to apologize. But, then she was amazingly rude to me before I got the chance, and Legolas came to my defense."
"I didn't attack Deserae, I only covered her mouth."
Thranduil nodded. "I understand. Deserae is often. overly dramatic. The second thing I wanted to ask about is the wedding. Have you chosen a time?"
This question caught both off guard. Myth just looked at her fiancé. He breathed nervously, not wanting to upset his father, or his wife-to-be.
"As. soon as can be managed."
"Well how soon is that? Next weekend?"
The two shrugged over this suggestion and nodded. "I suppose." agreed Myth.
"Very well. You both may go."
*ok, although nothing terribly riveting happened in this chapter, there's gonna be some drama in upcoming chapters, and soon- gasp- sex! yay!