A/N: Howdy! Sorry it's been so long since I updated! As it says in my bio,
I'm trying to write an original at the moment. Well, actually I'm writing
two. 'Make the right choice' (about Blaise) which is on here, and another
one that I'm not going to start typing up until it's completely written.
Ooh, yeah, that reminds me, can you all go and have a little read of 'Make
the right choice' please. Only two people had noticed it the last time I
checked my reviews. That was a while ago, but you know what I mean.
Anyhoo, I'll let you get on with this chapter now.
Luvs Elfie xXxXx
Chapter 16
"Did he just walk out?" Silva asked herself quietly. "Yes he did!" She lay down and began to cry again. 'I know how to totally mess up everything good in my life, don't I?' she thought. 'First I'm blinded from the truth by my own sister, then I pretty much lose Rath because it and finally I cause the only person I have ever loved to walk out on me. Way to go, Silva. You're so great at this.' She looked about the room and everything was his. Clothes, bed, desk, chair, pen, paper, books, the actual chamber in which she sat was his. But not only were they his lawfully, they had his essence, a sort of spirit that only he possessed. She needed to go to her own room before this upset her even more.
"Why do I always screw everything up?"
Legolas walked with his head hung low. Did she really value him as her equal or was she just making excuses? He couldn't tell. Her actions said she thought them equivalents, but she could just be an incredibly good liar. He knew all this hadn't stopped him loving her, but he had definitely made him stop and think. He would always love her, but was a relationship with an Istari such a good idea. When he eventually took his father's place as King of the Mirkwood Elves, he would not be able to produce an heir, for Elves and Istari were now forbidden to do so together. He could never marry her either. In fact, just being together and uniting as one could be breaking some kind of law. There would be many obstacles for them to overcome.
He knew he was walking aimlessly. He didn't particularly want to go anywhere. The only privacy to be had was in his chamber, and that was occupied. And anywhere else would be inhabited with people. He could not show his face yet, for he and Silva were a laughing stock. He decided to keep to the western part of the castle where most of private quarters were. He would still bump into people, but there would be few at this time of day.
There were no more tears to cry. Silva sat at her own dressing table, staring out of the window, chin in hand. She had probably just lost the love of her life, but all she could do was sit and stare. A part of her was screaming at her to go and him and another part was telling her to leave him be for a while. With the little sanity she had left, she resolved to let him have peace for as long as he needed to. When he was ready to either ask questions or reveal his feelings, he would come to find her. In the meantime, she had to discover her own. She knew she was upset and wished he would return, but she couldn't help dwelling on Arian's thoughts. Maybe it was wrong for them to be together. Then she reminded herself that she'd always had a certain disregard for rules and regulations. This was a very confusing situation. One that she yearned not to be in.
She needed to speak to somebody. That somebody would usually have been Legolas. Even though for the past year they had no got on, at the start of almost every Elvish lesson, she'd moaned about something. Food, lack of sleep, someone was bugging her, anything that entered her mind. A lot of the time he'd told her to shut up because he didn't care, but sometimes he had done something about it. But now she clearly could not tell him.
"Maybe I could talk to Thranduil," she said aloud. "He said I was as a daughter to him. Perhaps he could advise me as father would." With that in mind, she went to find a messenger. She decided against finding himself because of possible humiliation. "I'll speak to him of that also."
'Is it possible for you to see me? I need to speak with you urgently. I can come to you if you can't escape your duties, but I must see you privately. No humiliating circumstances like this morning. Please send word back to me. Love Silvawen.'
"King Thranduil must receive this message, ok?" she said, handing the sheet of paper to the maid. "And I would like an answer from him. Tell him I want an answer sent through you. And ask him for it quickly, please. I'll be ion my chamber." The maid nodded and scurried away quickly. She sighed and turned back. She had no idea whether this would do any good or not, but she had to try.
About half an hour after she had returned to her, there was a knock at her door. Presuming it was the returning messenger, she merely called for them to come in. But she was shocked to see Thranduil enter instead.
"Thranduil," she said, standing to greet him. "I didn't expect you to come so soon."
"Well, you said you wanted to speak to me urgently, so I thought I'd use it as an excuse to flee from those damn advisors," he replied.
"I'm glad to be of service." She smiled. "Please take a seat." He sat down in the soft chair opposite her bed while she sat on the bed.
"I am surprised to see you not with Legolas, fair one," said Thranduil. Silva's face saddened and she dropped her eyes to floor. "I thought he would be the reason you called for me. What has happened?"
"We were talking about possibly leaving to escape the embarrassment," she started. "He went through a couple of places which I reject. Then he said Rivendell and I again declined but this time because of my sister, Arian."
"Why would you not wish to see her?" he asked, slightly confused.
"I would love to see her," said Silva, "don't get me wrong. But she wouldn't approve of Legolas." Thranduil's brow knitted slightly. "She doesn't have a problem with any race of people except for when it comes to relationships. She thinks everyone should keep within their own rank."
"She would say you're his superior and that you shouldn't be together," the King finished for her.
"Yes, although she is the only one of the five of us to care about such things. And I have never given thought to the fact that Legolas is my..."
"Inferior?"
"That's a horrible word, but yes." The tears starting again. "I don't care if he is or isn't. I love him for him. And I told him so, but he didn't listen. He walked out." She put her head in her hands and sobbed. Thranduil crossed the room to the bed and embraced her (A/N: In a fatherly way, in case anyone was thinking anything dodgy).
"I don't think you need to worry," he said. "My son has always been one to take a long time sorting his feelings out. He's very pensive. But he always makes the right decision."
"But what is the right decision?"
"You are."
"Are you sure? Think about things in the long run. When he is king, I can't produce a child for him. We cannot even marry. He will need a proper Queen."
"Silva, you're rationalising. I'm sure there will be a way around all that."
"But what if Legolas doesn't think there is?" She wiped her face with her sleeve for no particular reason as she was still crying.
"Then I shall have a go at him for being so stupid, as I will you if you don't stop thinking in such a way." She looked up at him and smiled weakly. "Legolas will return to you soon, possibly apologising or maybe just seeking some answers to his questions. Or maybe both. That son of mine is quite unpredictable. But, whatever he does, he's not going to just stop loving you, just like that."
"He fell in love with me pretty quickly," she said. "And his mood can change instantly, quicker than the blink of an eye. Believe me, I've caused it many, many times."
"Listen, fair one, you have no need to worry," he said, gently. "I shall hunt the boy (A/N: Lol! Nearly 3000 and he's still 'boy'! Hehehe! It's cute though, coz technically he is still a kid!) down myself if it means him returning to you by tonight. But it will not come to that, I don't think. He is a wise young man and knows when he has something special. And you, my dear, are very special indeed. You have brought beauty into our home and lives. That is something which is not easily dismissed." She turned her body towards him and hugged him properly.
"Thank you, Thranduil," she said.
"You have no need to thank me. I am only stating the truth," he said. "Now, I hate to leave you in such a way, but I must return to my responsibilities now. I hope I have been of some help."
"Yes, you have, and don't worry about me. I'll be all right."
"Very well," he said, standing up, readying himself to leave. "I shall see you at dinner this evening. And if I see my son I shall demand he sees you instantly." Silva let out a small chuckle.
"You said it," she giggled. "See you later."
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A/N: I've just remembered that somebody mentioned a while back that they thought Legolas fell in love a little too quickly. Well, think of it this way: Elves are very fond of music anyway and always appreciate good musicians, so he will have liked her song anyway. Plus, it was in Elvish so he could relate to it more (and he was the one who taught her Elvish and he didn't think she'd been taking everything on board. He was obviously wrong). And thirdly, the song was written about her and him. She sang that he hated her and he didn't want to think that he was capable of hate. On that night he saw a vulnerable side of her that he wanted to protect and he saw her real beauty (possibly the beauty she had in the Undying Lands), and then he realised he was in love. Ok, that was quite a bit longer than I anticipated. And most of you don't even care anyway. But even if there was the slightest question at all, you've been answered. Don't forget to review, lovely reading people! Luvs Elfie xXxXx Ps. Also, I think everyone knows the following quote: 'If music be the food of love, play on.' Who's to say it can't work in Middle Earth, on our own beloved Prince?
Chapter 16
"Did he just walk out?" Silva asked herself quietly. "Yes he did!" She lay down and began to cry again. 'I know how to totally mess up everything good in my life, don't I?' she thought. 'First I'm blinded from the truth by my own sister, then I pretty much lose Rath because it and finally I cause the only person I have ever loved to walk out on me. Way to go, Silva. You're so great at this.' She looked about the room and everything was his. Clothes, bed, desk, chair, pen, paper, books, the actual chamber in which she sat was his. But not only were they his lawfully, they had his essence, a sort of spirit that only he possessed. She needed to go to her own room before this upset her even more.
"Why do I always screw everything up?"
Legolas walked with his head hung low. Did she really value him as her equal or was she just making excuses? He couldn't tell. Her actions said she thought them equivalents, but she could just be an incredibly good liar. He knew all this hadn't stopped him loving her, but he had definitely made him stop and think. He would always love her, but was a relationship with an Istari such a good idea. When he eventually took his father's place as King of the Mirkwood Elves, he would not be able to produce an heir, for Elves and Istari were now forbidden to do so together. He could never marry her either. In fact, just being together and uniting as one could be breaking some kind of law. There would be many obstacles for them to overcome.
He knew he was walking aimlessly. He didn't particularly want to go anywhere. The only privacy to be had was in his chamber, and that was occupied. And anywhere else would be inhabited with people. He could not show his face yet, for he and Silva were a laughing stock. He decided to keep to the western part of the castle where most of private quarters were. He would still bump into people, but there would be few at this time of day.
There were no more tears to cry. Silva sat at her own dressing table, staring out of the window, chin in hand. She had probably just lost the love of her life, but all she could do was sit and stare. A part of her was screaming at her to go and him and another part was telling her to leave him be for a while. With the little sanity she had left, she resolved to let him have peace for as long as he needed to. When he was ready to either ask questions or reveal his feelings, he would come to find her. In the meantime, she had to discover her own. She knew she was upset and wished he would return, but she couldn't help dwelling on Arian's thoughts. Maybe it was wrong for them to be together. Then she reminded herself that she'd always had a certain disregard for rules and regulations. This was a very confusing situation. One that she yearned not to be in.
She needed to speak to somebody. That somebody would usually have been Legolas. Even though for the past year they had no got on, at the start of almost every Elvish lesson, she'd moaned about something. Food, lack of sleep, someone was bugging her, anything that entered her mind. A lot of the time he'd told her to shut up because he didn't care, but sometimes he had done something about it. But now she clearly could not tell him.
"Maybe I could talk to Thranduil," she said aloud. "He said I was as a daughter to him. Perhaps he could advise me as father would." With that in mind, she went to find a messenger. She decided against finding himself because of possible humiliation. "I'll speak to him of that also."
'Is it possible for you to see me? I need to speak with you urgently. I can come to you if you can't escape your duties, but I must see you privately. No humiliating circumstances like this morning. Please send word back to me. Love Silvawen.'
"King Thranduil must receive this message, ok?" she said, handing the sheet of paper to the maid. "And I would like an answer from him. Tell him I want an answer sent through you. And ask him for it quickly, please. I'll be ion my chamber." The maid nodded and scurried away quickly. She sighed and turned back. She had no idea whether this would do any good or not, but she had to try.
About half an hour after she had returned to her, there was a knock at her door. Presuming it was the returning messenger, she merely called for them to come in. But she was shocked to see Thranduil enter instead.
"Thranduil," she said, standing to greet him. "I didn't expect you to come so soon."
"Well, you said you wanted to speak to me urgently, so I thought I'd use it as an excuse to flee from those damn advisors," he replied.
"I'm glad to be of service." She smiled. "Please take a seat." He sat down in the soft chair opposite her bed while she sat on the bed.
"I am surprised to see you not with Legolas, fair one," said Thranduil. Silva's face saddened and she dropped her eyes to floor. "I thought he would be the reason you called for me. What has happened?"
"We were talking about possibly leaving to escape the embarrassment," she started. "He went through a couple of places which I reject. Then he said Rivendell and I again declined but this time because of my sister, Arian."
"Why would you not wish to see her?" he asked, slightly confused.
"I would love to see her," said Silva, "don't get me wrong. But she wouldn't approve of Legolas." Thranduil's brow knitted slightly. "She doesn't have a problem with any race of people except for when it comes to relationships. She thinks everyone should keep within their own rank."
"She would say you're his superior and that you shouldn't be together," the King finished for her.
"Yes, although she is the only one of the five of us to care about such things. And I have never given thought to the fact that Legolas is my..."
"Inferior?"
"That's a horrible word, but yes." The tears starting again. "I don't care if he is or isn't. I love him for him. And I told him so, but he didn't listen. He walked out." She put her head in her hands and sobbed. Thranduil crossed the room to the bed and embraced her (A/N: In a fatherly way, in case anyone was thinking anything dodgy).
"I don't think you need to worry," he said. "My son has always been one to take a long time sorting his feelings out. He's very pensive. But he always makes the right decision."
"But what is the right decision?"
"You are."
"Are you sure? Think about things in the long run. When he is king, I can't produce a child for him. We cannot even marry. He will need a proper Queen."
"Silva, you're rationalising. I'm sure there will be a way around all that."
"But what if Legolas doesn't think there is?" She wiped her face with her sleeve for no particular reason as she was still crying.
"Then I shall have a go at him for being so stupid, as I will you if you don't stop thinking in such a way." She looked up at him and smiled weakly. "Legolas will return to you soon, possibly apologising or maybe just seeking some answers to his questions. Or maybe both. That son of mine is quite unpredictable. But, whatever he does, he's not going to just stop loving you, just like that."
"He fell in love with me pretty quickly," she said. "And his mood can change instantly, quicker than the blink of an eye. Believe me, I've caused it many, many times."
"Listen, fair one, you have no need to worry," he said, gently. "I shall hunt the boy (A/N: Lol! Nearly 3000 and he's still 'boy'! Hehehe! It's cute though, coz technically he is still a kid!) down myself if it means him returning to you by tonight. But it will not come to that, I don't think. He is a wise young man and knows when he has something special. And you, my dear, are very special indeed. You have brought beauty into our home and lives. That is something which is not easily dismissed." She turned her body towards him and hugged him properly.
"Thank you, Thranduil," she said.
"You have no need to thank me. I am only stating the truth," he said. "Now, I hate to leave you in such a way, but I must return to my responsibilities now. I hope I have been of some help."
"Yes, you have, and don't worry about me. I'll be all right."
"Very well," he said, standing up, readying himself to leave. "I shall see you at dinner this evening. And if I see my son I shall demand he sees you instantly." Silva let out a small chuckle.
"You said it," she giggled. "See you later."
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A/N: I've just remembered that somebody mentioned a while back that they thought Legolas fell in love a little too quickly. Well, think of it this way: Elves are very fond of music anyway and always appreciate good musicians, so he will have liked her song anyway. Plus, it was in Elvish so he could relate to it more (and he was the one who taught her Elvish and he didn't think she'd been taking everything on board. He was obviously wrong). And thirdly, the song was written about her and him. She sang that he hated her and he didn't want to think that he was capable of hate. On that night he saw a vulnerable side of her that he wanted to protect and he saw her real beauty (possibly the beauty she had in the Undying Lands), and then he realised he was in love. Ok, that was quite a bit longer than I anticipated. And most of you don't even care anyway. But even if there was the slightest question at all, you've been answered. Don't forget to review, lovely reading people! Luvs Elfie xXxXx Ps. Also, I think everyone knows the following quote: 'If music be the food of love, play on.' Who's to say it can't work in Middle Earth, on our own beloved Prince?