A Whole New World

Chapter 9

Elrohir's POV—

Damn Vinia! He believes to be superior over all that is weaker than him. But I be damn if he ever talks about my wife as such. It felt nice, though, to bust his lip and see that shock surprised upon his face. I am surprise I even strike at him. But Vinia had it coming. Everyone who heard what he has said, and what they saw, knew Vinia had it coming.

I stopped in a deserted hall way and tried to cool down. I do not want to worry my wife over this nonsense. I scoffed at myself, walking over to the wall and leaning back. Of course it is not nonsense! What am I thinking? But what would drive a male to think such a thing of a female? They are not some kind of… thing that you can pick up and throw away! They have feelings as well, and should be treated equal as any male in this Adar. Of all races, not just Elves.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes. Vinia should not come near me or my wife. I will purposely beat that Elf into nothing but the dirt beneath our boots. Because that is what he is. Nothing but dir!

"How can Lord Elrond have this… being marry his son? She was nothing more but a mortal woman!"

I frowned, and edged closer to the corner. I carefully peered over to see two elleths talking to two Elf's.

"Yes, but now she is an 'Elf'."

One of the elleths said in sarcasm and disgust.

One of the Elf shook his head. "But we cannot say or question Lord Elrond's way. Besides," The Elf looked to his friends, a sneer on his face. "We do not need to be friends with that thing."

The group nodded, the other Elf speaking up.

"Yes, unless Lord Elrond or Lord Elrohir asks us of it."

The group now started to walk down the hallway.

"She may be slowly becoming an Elf, but she will only be half. She should be thankful to Dinenwen, a true pure blooded Elf, for giving her blood to that mortal."

Their voices faded as I leaned back into the wall. I knew many would reject the marriage, but I never thought to believe they would hate my wife so. Is this why she does not have nor friends, save for my twin, Glofrindel, and the others? I could not believe I did not see such a thing sooner. How blind I am.

I walked back down the hallway, wanting to see my wife. After an hour or so, I located my wife setting on a bench with a book, right down the steps from our room. I slowly made my way to her, just admiring the female I have fallen in love. I never thought I would fall for a female, but Magdalena was different.

I felt like I couldn't be apart from her. She captured my heart when we first met in Mirkwood. Back then, her eyes shown nothing but sadness and fear. And little by little, they begun to show nothing but joy.

Smiling, I stopped behind my wife and leaned down to brush a light kiss on her cheek. Startled, Magdalena turned around only to relax once more.

"What brings you here so early from the archery, Elrohir?"

"Can I not come early to see my wife?" I asked in mock hurt.

Magdalena laughed, that carefree laugh of hers. She set down her book on her lap and took hold of my face.

"Of course not, mi amor."

I frowned at the words, but that quickly faded from my mind as I only thought of my wife and her soft lips. I leaned back, my lips just barely touching her own lips.

"I love you so much." I whispered against her lips, which turned to a smile.

"As do I, love. As do I."

Magdalena whispered back, closing the gap once more.

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Mirkwood, Dinenwen's POV—

As my faithful servant tells me of what was going on in Imladris with my dear twin, I tried to pretend to read a book. My servant had to be kept hidden in the shadows so the guards and Legolas do not see him. If they knew I am the one who has been sending that beast I have created to Imladris, along with Orcs I also created, my time will be ended.

I shook my head at this, though my servant did not see it. Idiot.

"Many scouts are out patrolling around Rivendell. I cannot-"

"Wehoa!" (Quiet!)

I held out my hand, whispering harshly at the beast. I cleared my throat and pretended to be fixing my hair as guards past by. But before I am able to instruct the beast, a hot, cold sensation went through my abdominal. I suddenly felt sick, as pain went through my body. I sat up straighter on the bench, putting a hand to my navel, looking down.

"My lady?"

"Imaldo!" (Silence!)

I looked down to my hand still upon my abdominal. I growled, looking up to the beast. I can tell by my servant's pathetic whimpering and walking back that my eyes were ablaze with fury.

"Kela doa bnre: Muct nog aldi quoca?" (Tell me this: Is my twin to bear a child?)

"Y-yes m-my la-lady."

I brought my hands to my side and clenched my fist tightly. I quickly looked around and made a dash into the forest outside of Mirkwood, while ordering my servant to follow me. As soon as I knew we were out of hearing range, and a good deal of out of sight, I screamed up to the trees above me.

Thunder roared above the trees, which shook in fear, as lighting flashed across the now darkening sky. I heard hooves beating the ground behind me. Forty or fifty feet.

"Vera laed ajoiek. Wedna! Loiej akdw mhael" (Some one is coming. Leave! I will contact you again.)

My servant bowed, a flash of lighting blinding my vision. My servant was gone once I could see again. I turned around to face the person who interrupted my meeting, the sky crying down upon this Adar.

A white four-legged beast stopped before me, my husband sighing in relief.

"What happened? Why did you leave the palace ground?"

"I am sorry, but I wanted to walk outside the palace. I felt as though I was being held prisoner."

The Elf nodded in understanding, mumbling something about him feeling the same way when he was younger.

"Will, come Din, we must return to the palace before this storm worsens."

I forced a smile and nod my head.How muchI hated that nickname the Elf gave me.I gracefully mounted in front of the Elf and we were off.

'If my twin births that child, the Valors will take away my powers. I will not let that Half-Elven mortal steal my powers to a brat she births.'

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Throne Room—

"But your highness, you must not leave yet. There is still much to do!"

One of my husband's advisers tried to stop the Elf from leaving Mirkwood. We found out not too long again that my father-in-law has declared my twin to be his daughter. Now, Legolas wishes to go to Imladris and visit that wh-

"My wife, Dinenwen, will be in charge until I have returned."

My thoughts were interrupted by the Elf placing a hand on top of my own. Grasping my hand, I turned to him to have him smile at me. I smiled back, glad to have him out of my way. Now I can start looking for someone to kill my twin and that child she is carrying.

Once the meeting was over, I followed the Elf back to our room. I watched him pack what he needed.

"I will miss you dearly."

I said in that false voice the Elf always fell for. I know I have the upper hand on him, but he does not believe so. The Elf stopped packing and walked over to me, placing his hands around my waist. He put his forehead to mine, this simple gesture I never really understood it.

"As will I, my love. But I wish to see that which is now my sister, as well as my father. I promise you I will be back as soon as I can."

I nodded as he kissed my lips tenderly. A knock from our door came, followed by the Elf's closes friend entering. How I hated him so much. He was the commander of now Legolas' army. He glared at me before looking to the Elf.

"Your horse and your men are ready."

"Thank you, Hinluin."

He bowed and walked out. The Elf turned to me, and kissed me once more, saying goodbye. He walked over to his pack and closed it tightly. I walked with the Elf to the courtyard and watched him leave. As all the other Elves left me alone, I smiled. This will turn out perfectly. Now that he is out of my way.

"Reakd… pakde akdhel oftble." (Now… time to find a suitable assassin.)

I whispered, turning back into the palace.

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Vinia's POV—

I walked down the river, away from all the people. Elrohir will pay for what he did. Humiliating me in front of everyone and striking me against my jaw! He will pay.

"I will do anything to just get revenge on that Elfing prince named Elrohir!"

"Anything?"

I quickly unsheathed my sword, turning around to face my opponent. I saw an elleth fairer than those I have seen in Imladris and Lorien. Then her question came back to me.

"Will you really do anything to get revenge on my twin's husband?"

Twin? Then it dawned to me. The elleth in front of me must be the one who gave her blood to that Half-Elven wife. I can now see the resemblance. They really did look alike, only this elleth had different hair and eye color.

"Yes. I will do anything."

I responded, sheathing my sword and standing straighter. The elleth smiled a slow, mysterious, sly smile. Her eyes twinkled in a plan that has been formed way before I even thought of taking revenge.

"Then you must do all that I say."

I nodded, so she continued.

"Kill my twin and her unborn."

She told me with much hatred in her voice. Her eyes held some kind of emotion I could not figure out.

"Tell me your name of whom I am to be serving."

"Dinenwen."

The wife of King Legolas of Mirkwood. I bowed lowly to her, a sly smile upon my own face.

"I will do as you wish… master."

The elleth's smile widen even more, walking towards me. She gripped my chin, forcing me to stand at my full height.

"Good."

She whispered. As a wind blew from the west, her body disappeared. I was taken back, but remembered the rumors I have heard and found them to be true. Dinenwen, the wife of Legolas, King of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil, is a sorceress far more powerful and ancient than any other I have heard or known.

This should be very interesting, working with her. I looked back toward the path that would take me to the many gardens of Imladris. I will have to plan my assassination carefully and quickly. A job I will not fail.

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