Two months later
Farothwen sat at home. She hadn't met Glorohtar for her daily lessons for a few days because she claimed she was sick. In a way this lie was true. She was sick - with love.
She had taken leave of her senses and fallen in love with him. But she was hurting. She knew that they could never be together. These people hated her enough, she didn't need them to hate her any more for falling in love with one of their own.
She had cried a couple of times, cursing her heart for wanting something she could not have. This was a major part of her decision to fly from Mirkwood and find her kin.
Her father doubted in his heart she was ready, but he could not stop her. She had been packing up for some time, but she could not leave Glorohtar without saying goodbye to him. She owed him that, at least.
She met him the next day at the Great Tree, at the usual time.
'Hello,' she said uneasily.
He looked up. 'Hello,' he said casually. 'Are you feeling better?'
She nodded. 'Glorohtar, I...' the words got stuck in her throat. 'I am leaving.'
His face fell. 'Why, Farothwen?' He looked at her, pleading in his eyes.
'Please Glorohtar... Don't make this any harder than it is.'
'Then why are you leaving? I don't want you to leave.'
'I have to leave.'
'Why? You are still young. There is still a lot for you here.'
'I desire what I cannot have. There is nothing for me here.'
'What do you desire, Farothwen?'
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at Glorohtar. 'You. I am in love with you, Glorohtar.'
There was a long silence. Farothwen bowed her head. 'I'm sorry. I will go now.'
Glorohtar took her arm. 'Stay, please. Stay here. I don't want you to leave.'
'Give me one good reason why I should stay.'
He sighed. 'Because I love you.'
Farothwen gasped. 'You love me?'
Glorohtar nodded. 'More than anything.'
'But... I am human, you are Elven.'
Glorohtar shook his head.
'I don't care.' He took her in his arms. 'I do not care what's in the past. All that matters is you, Farothwen.'
To her surprise, Glorohtar kissed her. When he let her go, he looked at her.
'Will you stay?'
She nodded. 'I would do anything for you, Glorohtar.'
He smiled and gathered her in his arms again.
'I do not know what I would do if I lost you, Farothwen. Please don't ever leave me.'
'I will not Glorohtar. I won't ever leave you.'
Farothwen sat at home. She hadn't met Glorohtar for her daily lessons for a few days because she claimed she was sick. In a way this lie was true. She was sick - with love.
She had taken leave of her senses and fallen in love with him. But she was hurting. She knew that they could never be together. These people hated her enough, she didn't need them to hate her any more for falling in love with one of their own.
She had cried a couple of times, cursing her heart for wanting something she could not have. This was a major part of her decision to fly from Mirkwood and find her kin.
Her father doubted in his heart she was ready, but he could not stop her. She had been packing up for some time, but she could not leave Glorohtar without saying goodbye to him. She owed him that, at least.
She met him the next day at the Great Tree, at the usual time.
'Hello,' she said uneasily.
He looked up. 'Hello,' he said casually. 'Are you feeling better?'
She nodded. 'Glorohtar, I...' the words got stuck in her throat. 'I am leaving.'
His face fell. 'Why, Farothwen?' He looked at her, pleading in his eyes.
'Please Glorohtar... Don't make this any harder than it is.'
'Then why are you leaving? I don't want you to leave.'
'I have to leave.'
'Why? You are still young. There is still a lot for you here.'
'I desire what I cannot have. There is nothing for me here.'
'What do you desire, Farothwen?'
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at Glorohtar. 'You. I am in love with you, Glorohtar.'
There was a long silence. Farothwen bowed her head. 'I'm sorry. I will go now.'
Glorohtar took her arm. 'Stay, please. Stay here. I don't want you to leave.'
'Give me one good reason why I should stay.'
He sighed. 'Because I love you.'
Farothwen gasped. 'You love me?'
Glorohtar nodded. 'More than anything.'
'But... I am human, you are Elven.'
Glorohtar shook his head.
'I don't care.' He took her in his arms. 'I do not care what's in the past. All that matters is you, Farothwen.'
To her surprise, Glorohtar kissed her. When he let her go, he looked at her.
'Will you stay?'
She nodded. 'I would do anything for you, Glorohtar.'
He smiled and gathered her in his arms again.
'I do not know what I would do if I lost you, Farothwen. Please don't ever leave me.'
'I will not Glorohtar. I won't ever leave you.'