A/N: You have the right to butcher me and sacrifice me in the name of Orlando Bloom. Sorry to all but I have had some really bad writer's block. This is nearing the end of the story. About one or two more chapters left. This story wasn't very popular anyways, but for those who enjoyed it, I am truly glad of you all. Sorry to keep you waiting.

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"No, but he needs help," she said, a panic in her voice. "Please, if you don't heal him soon, he'll......"

The King put up his hand to silence her.

"I will help him," he said, eyes looking from the unconscious Legolas to the tearful Silivern. "On one condition."

"Anything," she whispered.

"You will break your marriage," he said sharply, "You will give me your ring and you will swear to never return here nor to ever speak to my son ever again. You will pretend that you no longer love him, not that I believe you ever did in the first place. You will swear to me to do all of these things and then and only then will I send him to my healers."

Silivern whimpered and looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please, your Majesty," she cried.

"Time is running out for him, Silverbranch," he said, staring at her," Decide now."

She looked at Legolas once more. He was barely breathing and he was so very very pale. Unnaturally pale.

Tears rolled down her face as she walked towards the King. Two guards parted as she came forward and bowed before him. Slipping off her ring, she held it to her heart and then stared at it as it glinted at her in her trembling hand. And within a second, it had disappeared and was now in the hand of the King, who smiled cruelly at her.

"Remember our agreement," he said and then motioned for her to leave.

"Please," Silivren pleaded. "Do not do this to us."

"Guards," the King growled. Two guards ran forward and grabbed her, pulling her out of the great room while she fought them and screamed and pleaded.

"I am doing this for my son," he called after her. "I do not wish to see our lineage broken because of you."

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Her elbow banged painfully against the pavement. The guards turned and left wordlessly. Still crying, she forced herself to stand up and started to walk into the forest, towards her father's home. For where else could she go? She could never see Legolas again. She had promised the King.

And she felt that her life had ended at the feet of the King of Mirkwood, when he took the ring from her and banished her from his son's sight forever. Pain wracked through her body. She was exhausted, mentally and physically. Could love really be so painful? She now knew why people did these types of things that had once seemed silly to her.

She had heard the old songs and poems and she had laughed at them. She had mocked the elves in legend. She mocked their heartbreak, their love, their pain, their tears. She had mocked the ones who faded and the ones who left, the ones who committed suicide. For was love really worth all of this? She realized now that she was a fool to laugh. The Valar had repaid her laughter with tears. And she laughed no more for she understood the elves in the legends. She felt what they felt and now, she wondered what would become of her.

Treading through the woods, it took her a day's walk before she reached the village and then collapsed from exhaustion, her fellow elves rushing to her aid.

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Opening her eyes, she murmured absently in the warmth of a bed.

"Legolas," she whispered and felt someone grab hold of her hand. She smiled. She was with him again. None of it happened. It was all a dream.

"Wake up Silivren," a familiar voice said softly. Her mother's voice.

Silivren's eyes flew wide open. It was no dream after all. Legolas disappeared forever from her life. The pain struck her and she closed her eyes, fighting the tears.

"I'm sorry, nana mother" she whispered to her mother. "I'm sorry for the shame I caused you."

"There is no shame in love," her mother caressed her cheek lovingly. "Anyone who thinks otherwise is a fool."

"Then I am a fool," a single tear rolled down Silivren's cheek. "What was I thinking? The Prince of Mirkwood? I was crazy...I was......"

"I must remind you that it was the King who rejected you, not the Prince," her mother smiled.

"But now I can't ever see him again," Silivren cried. Her mother's eyes averted.

"I know," she sighed.

"What?"Silivren sat up. "How do you know?"

"A messenger from the King arrived this morning after they found you," her mother said softly. "The King has declared that you are no longer allowed to be near him nor can you go to the same school. If you talk to him, there will be.....great consequences to your actions. But your father and I have arranged something so that this cannot happen."

"What?" Silivren's eyes widened.

"We are arranging your marriage with Hanesh of Imladris," her mother said quickly before Silivren could object. "He is a very respectable edhel and he will take good care of you. He is handsome, wealthy, and has many dealings with Lady Galadriel so you will be traveling to Lothlorien quite often. You are leaving in a month to wed him. We will not be coming with you."

"How could you?" she whispered. "How could you do this to me?" She tore her hand away and bolted out of bed. Opening the door, she stopped. Her father stood in the doorway, angry eyes turned on Silivren.

"You have no choice in this matter," he growled and then grabbed her arm harshly, making her cry out. "And if you ever try anything like that again, you can die on my doorstep for all I care."

The door then slammed in her face, locking her in her room.

Her mother's gentle hands led her back to bed where she curled up and sobbed.

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Four days had passed before Legolas Greenleaf opened his eyes and spoke the name of his lady.

Yet the lady in question was not here. Instead healers and guards surrounded him. He saw advisors and his father out of the corner of his eye. They scowled as her name escaped his lips.

"Where is she?" he demanded, sitting up and then falling back down again in sudden pain. Healers rushed towards him with herbs. He felt weak and dizzy, a feeling he had never experienced.

"She has left you," his father spoke quietly. "I am sorry, my son. She is to wed another. She has apparently been with him for quite sometime."

"You're lying!" Legolas spat. King Thranduil looked at his advisors sadly. Legolas' eyes narrowed and then softened. "Who is he?" he asked in a quiet tone.

"Hanesh of Imladris," the King replied, putting a gentle hand on his sons' hand. "Some distant cousin of Lord Elrond. Made quite a name for himself with the dealings that he had with Lothlorien and Lady Galadriel. She will be very happy, I assure you."

"I don't understand," he said. "We were so in love. Those men, I can barely remember what happened, but the last thing I saw was her face. And she was crying for me."

"You know love means nothing to peasantry," the King scoffed. "They pretend to know what it is, yet they cannot truly feel or comprehend it."

"Then are you peasantry as well?" Legolas growled, fiery blue eyes turned on his father in rage. "She loves me!"

The advisors all looked at each other and the King and shook their heads.

"My son," Thranduil sighed. "If she loves you, then why is she betrothed to another?"

"Prove it to me!" Legolas cried, sitting up again and ignoring the pain shooting up his body. "Let me speak with her!"

Thranduil's eyes darkened. "If you wish to speak to her, then do it. I think you will find yourself disappointed." He started to walk out and then stopped.

"Oh yes and she did stop by to give you something," the King smiled. Legolas stared at him suspiciously. The King handed him a small wooden box and left the room silently. The advisors followed him.

Slowly and reluctantly, Legolas opened the box to reveal the ring that he had given to Silivren.