Legolas' gaze was unwavering, and held a malice that flickered dangerously, like smouldering ash about to suddenly burst into flame. His icy blue eyes met Melannen's with mocking contempt, though lovers they had been, the two could have grown no more apart. "Why is it that I always find you such . . . . interesting situations?" Legolas hissed, his voice was cold, painfully sharp, and laced with a deadly venom.
Melannen did not know what to say, she had always imagined that if they ever met again, he would have greeted her with open arms. She had never expected such a reaction, and his words sliced her heart. "Why such hatred? What have I done to derserve this?" she was unsure why she asked, because all three were well aware why.
Legolas' eyes flashed. "Why! Why? I waited for nearly a month at the Havens, hoping against all rationality that you would come. Hoping that you would come, and that all of the thoughts that had kept me from despair were not wholely in vain!" he sounded furious. "It was not that you went to Glorfindel, or even your disloyalty, that angered me" his seemed to have calmed, and his voice was not as loud. "It was that, even when you knew that I had not died, you never seemed to care." the Prince's eyes were filled with such a sadness, a pain that could not be alleviated. "I loved you! Doesn't that mean anything?" Giving her one last glance, he turned and walked away.
Melannen shuddered and tried to keep from her emotions at bay, but tears soon leaked from her eyes. Elladan put his hand on her shoulder, "Melannen, do not blame yourself." she nodded half-heartedly before turning to face him.
She opened her mouth many times as if wanting to speak, but each time only a weak whimper emitted. She sniffed and hugged Elladan tightly, "What am I going to do?"
"For a start, get off the floor and go after him. It would be foolish to lose him again."
Wiping her eyes stubbornly, Melannen stood up and hurried after Legolas. She rushed out of the door and into the parking lot, the Prince was no where to be seen. Where could he be? she thought to herself, glancing around. He couldn't have vanished. Kicking a small pebble she glared angrily at the sun, despite its burning brightness. Though suddenly she felt someone grab her arm roughly and haul her across the street. Had it been any other situation, Melannen would have immediately figured that it was Elladan, but the hand that was around her arm now had a grip like iron . . . . . and without even looking she knew it was anyone but Elladan. When she turned she found that, instead of Legolas, a large burly man she had never seen before. Before she could think, he shoved her into the back of a car and sped off.
Her head hit the door on the opposite side with a painful crack, what was going on? She tried to find a way out, but the handles on the door had been sawed off and, even if she could have gotten out, the fall from the car at this speed would kill her.
Melannen was about to try and brake a window, but right before she did, she felt the cold metal of a gun pressed against the back of her head. "I would not move if I were you . . . . . . Melannen." the voice was metallic and harsh, certainly not one of any Elf.
