Translations:
Melima qúen = fair one
Yendënya = my daughter
Namárië ada = goodbye father
Chapter 32
Silva was more enraged than upset. She couldn't believe that smarmy git had actually thought he could have his way with her, even after numerous warnings, so Legolas had told her. However, though he hadn't managed that much, she still felt in need of a very long, hot bath. She needed to scrub herself clean of any trace of him.
She walked quickly, still holding her torn dress, heading in the direction of her and Legolas' chamber. In some ways she hoped to find him there, but she also hoped he would not be, due to the fact that he would not stay and comfort her. He would know she was safe and unharmed, so his main goal would be to find the man and beat the crap out of him. 'Probably best if I don't see him yet,' she decided.
"Silva?" She looked ahead and saw Thranduil walking towards her. 'Oh gods. I don't even know how he will react!' "Silva, what the hell happened?" She threw her arms round him and tried not to weep. "Oh gods! What did he do?!" Realising this probably wasn't the best place to talk, he guided her into the library that they were standing outside of. He seated her and turned away as she made herself decent once more. He wrapped one arm round her as checked her for any wounds.
"Silva, you're bleeding!" She hadn't even noticed. When the blade tore her dress, it had grazed her skin also, which now was traced by a fine line of scarlet red.
"I'm fine," she said, though her voice was a little shaky. It was all hitting her now exactly what had just happened.
"What did he do?" Thranduil asked, his voice full of fear and anxiety.
"He became very forward so I told him to stop, but he pulled a blade on me and held it to my throat," she said, blinking back tears. "He kissed me but I pushed him away, then he kissed me again and put his hand up my skirt. Then I slapped him, he slashed at me with the dagger, I kneed him and I walked away." He hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head.
"Oh, my precious Silvawen," he said gently. "I should never have sent you alone. We all knew what he had in mind, but I had hoped that my and Legolas' warnings were enough to make him see sense."
"Evidently not."
"Where is Tarnen now?"
"In your flower garden. I don't know why I took him there. It was completely foolish of me. I should have known not to go any remote, let alone a place that is hidden by magic."
"Do not even think about blaming yourself," he warned her. "You are not to blamed for any of this. Foolish it may have been to go there, but you should be able to walk through your own home without the fear of being molested by some jumped up farmer who fancies himself as a ladies man." (E/N: GO THRANDUIL!!) Silva let out a small chuckle.
"You have had a much better reaction than Legolas would have or will have."
"I am not quite as hot-headed as my son, Silva. I care for you just as greatly as he does, though obviously in a different way. He would view the situation as he knows you are safe, therefore he has to go after Tarnen immediately. I, on the other hand, am more concerned in knowing for sure you are well and that nothing has happened to you. I care more for you than I do for revenge." Silva couldn't voice the thoughts that were swirling around her mind. She was silent whilst she was trying to organise her thoughts.
"I can't tell you how much that means to me," she whispered.
"Do you know, on more than one occasion over the past few months, I have referred to you as my daughter." She laughed again. "A father would do anything to protect his only daughter, Silva. You are no exception to this rule as far as I am concerned. I will see that Tarnen is severely punished for this crime against you, but for now I am staying with you until I am 150% convinced you are ok." A solitary tear slid down her cheek.
"I know I don't technically have a father, for I was merely created from a vision, but if I could say anyone was my father, I would say it was you." He smiled.
"And I would say you are my daughter, for I truly believe that now." She hugged him closely.
"You are being too cute," she giggled though still sobbing slightly. "You're going to make me cry in a minute and you know I don't cry if I can help it."
"I speak only the truth, Silva." There was silence for a moment.
"Thranduil?"
"Yes, melima qúen."
"I love you."
"I love you too." Silva couldn't stop her tears now. She had always wondered what it would be like to have parents, especially a father. She knew that it must be a wonderful feeling to have people that loved you that much and would protect you from anything and everything. But this was better than she had ever imagined.
"I've always wished for a father," she said quietly. "I always wondered what it felt like of receive that kind of love. What it felt like to have family. My relationship with my sisters is very close, but we will always be individual people. I don't have any blood family, but now I finally know what it feels like."
"Is it what you expected?"
"No, it's so much better. I can't thank you enough, Thranduil, for what you've given me. It means so much to me. I couldn't wish for a better dad."
"You say I'm going to start you crying, but you are being just as bad. You'll set me off in a minute." There was another silence.
"What are you going to say to Anris and Tarnen?" Thranduil sighed at his troubled thoughts.
"I don't know at the moment. Well, I'm certainly not sighing any contract of aid with them."
"I know that Tarnen has done wrong. Hell, I was on the receiving end of it! But is it really fair to let one man's actions jeopardise a whole city?"
"Tarnen should have thought of that before he decided to take liberties. And there are other realms that they may treat with."
"I think you should seriously try and think of another form of punishment. Punishing everyone else for what he did isn't fair on them."
"And what exactly has happened?" Thranduil and Silva turned to the doorway and saw Legolas looking rather angry. "I have just had Tarnen approach me saying Silva is a danger to society, a floozy and that she should be kept under lock and key."
"He did what?!" she cried. "Where is he?!"
"In his chamber. He'll be out cold for another few hours yet." It took Silva a moment to understand what he meant, but as soon as she did, she laughed. Thranduil shook his head, smiling.
"I told you," he said to Silva. "And he doesn't even know yet." He kissed Silva's forehead and stood. "I'll leave you two alone. Silva, you know where I am if you need me. I will see you later, yendënya."
"Namárië ada," she said with a gentle smile.
"I will speak with you later, Legolas," said Thranduil. "We have much to discuss." Legolas nodded and the Elf King left the library.
"What did he do to you?" the prince suddenly asked as he walked to her side. "And why are you bleeding?" Silva looked at him sadly. His tone was harsh and demanding. She knew he was still angry, but he usually calmed when he was with her. He was at least usually nice to her.
"Why are you taking this out on me?" she queried. "He's the one in the wrong and yet you're talking to me as though you hate me again."
"I just want everything to get sorted."
"Even more so than you want to see me well?"
"I didn't say that." She stood up.
"You haven't checked me to see if there are any other wounds he might have inflicted upon me. No hug to show you give a damn about me. No gentle words to ensure my security. This is not the Legolas I thought loved me."
"Silva, I do love you-"
"Do you really? Well, come and find me when you feel like showing it." She turned and slowly left the room. It almost broke her heart when he made no move to go after her.
**
"Good afternoon, your highness," Anris said with a bow.
"I do not see what is good about it, Master Anris," Thranduil replied severely. "Are you aware of trouble your man Tarnen has caused?" Anris looked shocked and worried.
"I thought he was with Lady Silvawen."
"So he was, until he took it upon to make untoward advances on our fair forest maiden, even after being warned by myself, my son and Silvawen herself." Panic washed over the man in a huge wave.
"Where is he?"
"He is currently lying unconscious in one of our guest chambers."
"Unconscious?"
"To add insult to injury, he sought out my son and told him that it was entirely Silvawen's fault. He offended Silvawen several times before Legolas halted the words of abuse. His actions are not to be held against him. He was acting on anger."
"My lord, I am so sorry! I don't know what possessed Tarnen to do such a thing!"
"Master Anris, I am not saying that Tarnen's ideas are inconceivable to me. Lady Silvawen is the second most beautiful woman in Middle Earth. She is extremely desirable, of course people are going to lust over her. She has had an eternity of it. What I don't understand is how anyone could be so stupid as to attempt such a thing on his hostess, when his hostess has an army of Elves at her beck and call."
"Tarnen will be punished, my lord, I swear it to you!"
"It takes only one word from me and your city could become a slaughterhouse."
"My lord, I beg of you, do not hold Tarnen's actions against the rest of us!"
"I would not, however, do this. Elves love all life, and I would not be able to live with the guilt of causing so many deaths." Anris sighed slightly. "But do not expect any assistance from the Elves in your times of crisis."
"Please, King Thranduil, I beg you to reconsider!"
"There is nothing to reconsider, Master Anris. My mind is made up and my decision is final. As soon as Tarnen regains consciousness, you will leave my realm and never bother my people again. I do not declare war over one deed, but if anyone of your city harms any one of my people in any way ever again, you will have a serious battle on your hands. One which I will feel no guilt about." Anris looked totally distraught. He was bereft of anything to say or do. "You are free to leave so you may gather whatever belongings you may have brought. I will have a maid prepare your horses." Anris nodded gloomily and left the Throne Room.
Thranduil rubbed his eyes wearily. 'I hate being bloody King,' he thought miserably. 'I only do it for the power and respect. It's too bloody stressful.' He turned to one of his courtiers.
"Send a maid to check on Lady Silvawen," he said. "I want to know how she is faring. And whilst you're at it, bring me some chocolate. I need it to calm my nerves."
Chapter 32
Silva was more enraged than upset. She couldn't believe that smarmy git had actually thought he could have his way with her, even after numerous warnings, so Legolas had told her. However, though he hadn't managed that much, she still felt in need of a very long, hot bath. She needed to scrub herself clean of any trace of him.
She walked quickly, still holding her torn dress, heading in the direction of her and Legolas' chamber. In some ways she hoped to find him there, but she also hoped he would not be, due to the fact that he would not stay and comfort her. He would know she was safe and unharmed, so his main goal would be to find the man and beat the crap out of him. 'Probably best if I don't see him yet,' she decided.
"Silva?" She looked ahead and saw Thranduil walking towards her. 'Oh gods. I don't even know how he will react!' "Silva, what the hell happened?" She threw her arms round him and tried not to weep. "Oh gods! What did he do?!" Realising this probably wasn't the best place to talk, he guided her into the library that they were standing outside of. He seated her and turned away as she made herself decent once more. He wrapped one arm round her as checked her for any wounds.
"Silva, you're bleeding!" She hadn't even noticed. When the blade tore her dress, it had grazed her skin also, which now was traced by a fine line of scarlet red.
"I'm fine," she said, though her voice was a little shaky. It was all hitting her now exactly what had just happened.
"What did he do?" Thranduil asked, his voice full of fear and anxiety.
"He became very forward so I told him to stop, but he pulled a blade on me and held it to my throat," she said, blinking back tears. "He kissed me but I pushed him away, then he kissed me again and put his hand up my skirt. Then I slapped him, he slashed at me with the dagger, I kneed him and I walked away." He hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head.
"Oh, my precious Silvawen," he said gently. "I should never have sent you alone. We all knew what he had in mind, but I had hoped that my and Legolas' warnings were enough to make him see sense."
"Evidently not."
"Where is Tarnen now?"
"In your flower garden. I don't know why I took him there. It was completely foolish of me. I should have known not to go any remote, let alone a place that is hidden by magic."
"Do not even think about blaming yourself," he warned her. "You are not to blamed for any of this. Foolish it may have been to go there, but you should be able to walk through your own home without the fear of being molested by some jumped up farmer who fancies himself as a ladies man." (E/N: GO THRANDUIL!!) Silva let out a small chuckle.
"You have had a much better reaction than Legolas would have or will have."
"I am not quite as hot-headed as my son, Silva. I care for you just as greatly as he does, though obviously in a different way. He would view the situation as he knows you are safe, therefore he has to go after Tarnen immediately. I, on the other hand, am more concerned in knowing for sure you are well and that nothing has happened to you. I care more for you than I do for revenge." Silva couldn't voice the thoughts that were swirling around her mind. She was silent whilst she was trying to organise her thoughts.
"I can't tell you how much that means to me," she whispered.
"Do you know, on more than one occasion over the past few months, I have referred to you as my daughter." She laughed again. "A father would do anything to protect his only daughter, Silva. You are no exception to this rule as far as I am concerned. I will see that Tarnen is severely punished for this crime against you, but for now I am staying with you until I am 150% convinced you are ok." A solitary tear slid down her cheek.
"I know I don't technically have a father, for I was merely created from a vision, but if I could say anyone was my father, I would say it was you." He smiled.
"And I would say you are my daughter, for I truly believe that now." She hugged him closely.
"You are being too cute," she giggled though still sobbing slightly. "You're going to make me cry in a minute and you know I don't cry if I can help it."
"I speak only the truth, Silva." There was silence for a moment.
"Thranduil?"
"Yes, melima qúen."
"I love you."
"I love you too." Silva couldn't stop her tears now. She had always wondered what it would be like to have parents, especially a father. She knew that it must be a wonderful feeling to have people that loved you that much and would protect you from anything and everything. But this was better than she had ever imagined.
"I've always wished for a father," she said quietly. "I always wondered what it felt like of receive that kind of love. What it felt like to have family. My relationship with my sisters is very close, but we will always be individual people. I don't have any blood family, but now I finally know what it feels like."
"Is it what you expected?"
"No, it's so much better. I can't thank you enough, Thranduil, for what you've given me. It means so much to me. I couldn't wish for a better dad."
"You say I'm going to start you crying, but you are being just as bad. You'll set me off in a minute." There was another silence.
"What are you going to say to Anris and Tarnen?" Thranduil sighed at his troubled thoughts.
"I don't know at the moment. Well, I'm certainly not sighing any contract of aid with them."
"I know that Tarnen has done wrong. Hell, I was on the receiving end of it! But is it really fair to let one man's actions jeopardise a whole city?"
"Tarnen should have thought of that before he decided to take liberties. And there are other realms that they may treat with."
"I think you should seriously try and think of another form of punishment. Punishing everyone else for what he did isn't fair on them."
"And what exactly has happened?" Thranduil and Silva turned to the doorway and saw Legolas looking rather angry. "I have just had Tarnen approach me saying Silva is a danger to society, a floozy and that she should be kept under lock and key."
"He did what?!" she cried. "Where is he?!"
"In his chamber. He'll be out cold for another few hours yet." It took Silva a moment to understand what he meant, but as soon as she did, she laughed. Thranduil shook his head, smiling.
"I told you," he said to Silva. "And he doesn't even know yet." He kissed Silva's forehead and stood. "I'll leave you two alone. Silva, you know where I am if you need me. I will see you later, yendënya."
"Namárië ada," she said with a gentle smile.
"I will speak with you later, Legolas," said Thranduil. "We have much to discuss." Legolas nodded and the Elf King left the library.
"What did he do to you?" the prince suddenly asked as he walked to her side. "And why are you bleeding?" Silva looked at him sadly. His tone was harsh and demanding. She knew he was still angry, but he usually calmed when he was with her. He was at least usually nice to her.
"Why are you taking this out on me?" she queried. "He's the one in the wrong and yet you're talking to me as though you hate me again."
"I just want everything to get sorted."
"Even more so than you want to see me well?"
"I didn't say that." She stood up.
"You haven't checked me to see if there are any other wounds he might have inflicted upon me. No hug to show you give a damn about me. No gentle words to ensure my security. This is not the Legolas I thought loved me."
"Silva, I do love you-"
"Do you really? Well, come and find me when you feel like showing it." She turned and slowly left the room. It almost broke her heart when he made no move to go after her.
**
"Good afternoon, your highness," Anris said with a bow.
"I do not see what is good about it, Master Anris," Thranduil replied severely. "Are you aware of trouble your man Tarnen has caused?" Anris looked shocked and worried.
"I thought he was with Lady Silvawen."
"So he was, until he took it upon to make untoward advances on our fair forest maiden, even after being warned by myself, my son and Silvawen herself." Panic washed over the man in a huge wave.
"Where is he?"
"He is currently lying unconscious in one of our guest chambers."
"Unconscious?"
"To add insult to injury, he sought out my son and told him that it was entirely Silvawen's fault. He offended Silvawen several times before Legolas halted the words of abuse. His actions are not to be held against him. He was acting on anger."
"My lord, I am so sorry! I don't know what possessed Tarnen to do such a thing!"
"Master Anris, I am not saying that Tarnen's ideas are inconceivable to me. Lady Silvawen is the second most beautiful woman in Middle Earth. She is extremely desirable, of course people are going to lust over her. She has had an eternity of it. What I don't understand is how anyone could be so stupid as to attempt such a thing on his hostess, when his hostess has an army of Elves at her beck and call."
"Tarnen will be punished, my lord, I swear it to you!"
"It takes only one word from me and your city could become a slaughterhouse."
"My lord, I beg of you, do not hold Tarnen's actions against the rest of us!"
"I would not, however, do this. Elves love all life, and I would not be able to live with the guilt of causing so many deaths." Anris sighed slightly. "But do not expect any assistance from the Elves in your times of crisis."
"Please, King Thranduil, I beg you to reconsider!"
"There is nothing to reconsider, Master Anris. My mind is made up and my decision is final. As soon as Tarnen regains consciousness, you will leave my realm and never bother my people again. I do not declare war over one deed, but if anyone of your city harms any one of my people in any way ever again, you will have a serious battle on your hands. One which I will feel no guilt about." Anris looked totally distraught. He was bereft of anything to say or do. "You are free to leave so you may gather whatever belongings you may have brought. I will have a maid prepare your horses." Anris nodded gloomily and left the Throne Room.
Thranduil rubbed his eyes wearily. 'I hate being bloody King,' he thought miserably. 'I only do it for the power and respect. It's too bloody stressful.' He turned to one of his courtiers.
"Send a maid to check on Lady Silvawen," he said. "I want to know how she is faring. And whilst you're at it, bring me some chocolate. I need it to calm my nerves."