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Chapter 7: Mislead
The next morning Legolas awoke in his bed, and for once got up for breakfast in the dining hall. He quickly got dressed in a dull, gray tunic with pale green leggings, and walked briskly down to the hall, a smile on his fair face, his blue eyes shining brightly. From the look about him, one would never guess that just a mere five days ago he had greatly shamed his father, earned the mistrust and hatred of Lord Maikatasaire, and nearly led the Lady Taraancaiel to her death. He scurried down the great palace stairway and finally entered the great hall.
He looked around to see many of his father's court sitting in elegantly crafted wooden chairs all around a beautiful long table. It had been so long since he had eaten breakfast in the hall, that many people turned as he walked by or stared at him curiously from afar. Legolas's eyes scanned the enormous room, and suddenly, they fell upon what they had been looking for. Legolas smiled and stopped abruptly as Taraancaiel came into his view. She wore a sleek, pale blue gown that fitted her body nicely and showed off the elegant curves of her body, and her long dark hair was left flowing about her shoulders. He didn't stand very long before her eyes met his gaze, and she smiled sweetly at him, a small trace of a blush rising in her face. He began walking toward her, but he soon spotted Lord Maikatasaire, who was seated beside Taraancaiel, and was giving him a cold, icy glare. He reluctantly stopped, and headed in the opposite direction, giving Taraancaiel an apologetic look before he left. He made his way out of the hall and into the kitchen where Nrynia was busily cooking breakfast the people of the palace.
"Morning, Nrynia," Legolas said with a touch of gloom in his voice as he made his way toward a platter that was covered in steaming biscuits.
"Good morning, Prince Legolas," the old elf replied with surprise in her voice. "Up once again before the sun is at noon! And all in the same week! I never thought I'd see the day. What has gotten into our young prince that has got him getting up at such strange hours?"
As if answering Nyrnia's question, Taraancaiel burst through the kitchen door, her eyes searching the room wildly until she saw Legolas, who was busy stuffing his mouth full of biscuits and jam. "Legolas, I am so sorry about my father," she exclaimed, practically running to him. "I got up and left the table as soon as I understood what had happened." Legolas stared at Taraancaiel with a mixture of shock and disbelief on his gorging face. Nyrnia stifled back a snicker when she looked at Legolas's confused, covered with food, face and went back to her baking, understanding now what had the prince acting so strangely.
"You dint haft a do dat," Legolas said, forgetting about the enormous chunk of biscuit that filled his mouth and accidentally spraying Taraancaiel with pieces of it. Legolas quickly swallowed, and stood up, covering his mouth in embarrassment. Taraancaiel smiled and actually giggled before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the kitchen.
"Where are you taking me, you crazed maiden?" Legolas asked with a twisted smile playing on his face, after being pulled through the kitchen and the enormous entrance hall.
"I told my father I wasn't feeling well and I was going up to my room," Taraancaiel replied, her green eyes shimmering. "I thought perhaps you'd care to join me for a ride in the forest?" Legolas smiled broadly and followed Taraancaiel out of the palace and to the stables, where their horses awaited them in their stalls. Taraancaiel nimbly jumped onto her black stallion, Dartiro's back and Legolas too, mounted his own stallion, Silithien. The two elves rode off onto the main forest trail and were soon racing and laughing deep in the forest.
Later that afternoon, after a long and pleasant ride through the heart of Mirkwood, Taraancaiel halted Dartiro by a small stream and jumped off. Legolas did the same and took a seat next to the elf maiden by the stream in a patch of soft grass . "Legolas," Taraancaiel said suddenly, breaking the comforting silence that had enveloped them. "There's something I must tell you, although I do not know how to say it."
"Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait," he said softly, running his hand down her smooth face. Taraancaiel gazed into his deep blue eyes and tried with all her might to muster up the courage she needed to look away and tell him what she knew she had to, but she could not resist his enchanting eyes and soon found her arms wrapped around his neck in the middle of a passionate kiss. Legolas wrapped his arms around her slim waist, and held her to him, still kissing her with such passion he never felt before. "Taraancaiel," he whispered when they had finally broken the kiss for need of air, "I think.I love you.." Taraancaiel closed her eyes, wishing she could continue the moment, tell him how she felt about him, and be happy. But she knew what she must do, she didn't want to hurt Legolas anymore than she already had.
"Legolas," she said gently, her voice wavering slightly. "I have to tell you something, and it can not wait any longer. I have put this off for far too long."
Legolas looked at her curiously. "What is it, Taraancaiel?" he asked, concern in his warm voice.
Taraancaiel took a deep breath and began, not looking up at him the whole time she spoke. "Legolas, I do not know if you have heard, but something has happened between your father and mine. They have made an arrangement for me to.to." she felt the tears burning in her eyes and her throat going tight, but she managed to finish her sentence. "Ai Legolas, I'm engaged to Cuephel!" Legolas said nothing for a moment, he only sat, staring at her blankly. The silence seemed to penetrate everything, even the very core of Taraancaiel's heart, and she soon cried out, tears now streaming down her face. "Please say something, Legolas! I know you are angry with me, and I do not blame you, but you can not think that I am happy either! I love you and would marry you if only I had the choice!" Legolas silently stood up and walked to Silithien, still not saying a word to Taraancaiel. "Legolas, please!" she begged, covering her face with her hands to hide her tears.
"And what would you have me say?" he asked, turning abruptly and facing her, revealing angry tears clouding his own eyes. "You belong to my brother, I have nothing to say to you." He then turned back around and mounted Silithien.
"What can I do, Legolas?" Taraancaiel shouted hysterically. "I can not deny my father else he will cast me away and I will no longer be a Lady! I will not be of noble blood and will have no right to be here or be around you!"
"Taraancaiel, I would not care if you were the lowliest peasant in the kingdom," Legolas said softly form atop Silithien. "I am not like my brother or my father. I loved you, Taraancaiel, but you could not have possibly felt the same way to have mislead me so badly." With those final words, he nudged Silithien into a trot and rode away, silent tears streaming down his noble face.
Taraancaiel buried her face in her hands once more and wept deeply, never had she felt such pain before. Perhaps it was the state she was in that caused her to not hear the sounds of footsteps surrounding her.
"Grab her, Zalim," a gruff voice said and without warning, two strong hands clasped themselves around her wrists and forced a piece of course rope around them. She looked around wildly and saw a group of at least twenty dwarves closing in around her, but she did not struggle. Life without Legolas was not life at all, she decided, and if she could not be with him, she would die a noble death and be rid of it all.
Hey, sorry about not updating in FOREVER but my computer's been acting stupid and I finally got a new one, yay! Sorry about this kinda cliffhanger ending right now, but I have a report to finish and ya know how it is.I'll try to keep updating regularly, but I'm not promising anything. Please review or email me at demoness33@hotmail.com with any suggestions.
Chapter 7: Mislead
The next morning Legolas awoke in his bed, and for once got up for breakfast in the dining hall. He quickly got dressed in a dull, gray tunic with pale green leggings, and walked briskly down to the hall, a smile on his fair face, his blue eyes shining brightly. From the look about him, one would never guess that just a mere five days ago he had greatly shamed his father, earned the mistrust and hatred of Lord Maikatasaire, and nearly led the Lady Taraancaiel to her death. He scurried down the great palace stairway and finally entered the great hall.
He looked around to see many of his father's court sitting in elegantly crafted wooden chairs all around a beautiful long table. It had been so long since he had eaten breakfast in the hall, that many people turned as he walked by or stared at him curiously from afar. Legolas's eyes scanned the enormous room, and suddenly, they fell upon what they had been looking for. Legolas smiled and stopped abruptly as Taraancaiel came into his view. She wore a sleek, pale blue gown that fitted her body nicely and showed off the elegant curves of her body, and her long dark hair was left flowing about her shoulders. He didn't stand very long before her eyes met his gaze, and she smiled sweetly at him, a small trace of a blush rising in her face. He began walking toward her, but he soon spotted Lord Maikatasaire, who was seated beside Taraancaiel, and was giving him a cold, icy glare. He reluctantly stopped, and headed in the opposite direction, giving Taraancaiel an apologetic look before he left. He made his way out of the hall and into the kitchen where Nrynia was busily cooking breakfast the people of the palace.
"Morning, Nrynia," Legolas said with a touch of gloom in his voice as he made his way toward a platter that was covered in steaming biscuits.
"Good morning, Prince Legolas," the old elf replied with surprise in her voice. "Up once again before the sun is at noon! And all in the same week! I never thought I'd see the day. What has gotten into our young prince that has got him getting up at such strange hours?"
As if answering Nyrnia's question, Taraancaiel burst through the kitchen door, her eyes searching the room wildly until she saw Legolas, who was busy stuffing his mouth full of biscuits and jam. "Legolas, I am so sorry about my father," she exclaimed, practically running to him. "I got up and left the table as soon as I understood what had happened." Legolas stared at Taraancaiel with a mixture of shock and disbelief on his gorging face. Nyrnia stifled back a snicker when she looked at Legolas's confused, covered with food, face and went back to her baking, understanding now what had the prince acting so strangely.
"You dint haft a do dat," Legolas said, forgetting about the enormous chunk of biscuit that filled his mouth and accidentally spraying Taraancaiel with pieces of it. Legolas quickly swallowed, and stood up, covering his mouth in embarrassment. Taraancaiel smiled and actually giggled before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the kitchen.
"Where are you taking me, you crazed maiden?" Legolas asked with a twisted smile playing on his face, after being pulled through the kitchen and the enormous entrance hall.
"I told my father I wasn't feeling well and I was going up to my room," Taraancaiel replied, her green eyes shimmering. "I thought perhaps you'd care to join me for a ride in the forest?" Legolas smiled broadly and followed Taraancaiel out of the palace and to the stables, where their horses awaited them in their stalls. Taraancaiel nimbly jumped onto her black stallion, Dartiro's back and Legolas too, mounted his own stallion, Silithien. The two elves rode off onto the main forest trail and were soon racing and laughing deep in the forest.
Later that afternoon, after a long and pleasant ride through the heart of Mirkwood, Taraancaiel halted Dartiro by a small stream and jumped off. Legolas did the same and took a seat next to the elf maiden by the stream in a patch of soft grass . "Legolas," Taraancaiel said suddenly, breaking the comforting silence that had enveloped them. "There's something I must tell you, although I do not know how to say it."
"Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait," he said softly, running his hand down her smooth face. Taraancaiel gazed into his deep blue eyes and tried with all her might to muster up the courage she needed to look away and tell him what she knew she had to, but she could not resist his enchanting eyes and soon found her arms wrapped around his neck in the middle of a passionate kiss. Legolas wrapped his arms around her slim waist, and held her to him, still kissing her with such passion he never felt before. "Taraancaiel," he whispered when they had finally broken the kiss for need of air, "I think.I love you.." Taraancaiel closed her eyes, wishing she could continue the moment, tell him how she felt about him, and be happy. But she knew what she must do, she didn't want to hurt Legolas anymore than she already had.
"Legolas," she said gently, her voice wavering slightly. "I have to tell you something, and it can not wait any longer. I have put this off for far too long."
Legolas looked at her curiously. "What is it, Taraancaiel?" he asked, concern in his warm voice.
Taraancaiel took a deep breath and began, not looking up at him the whole time she spoke. "Legolas, I do not know if you have heard, but something has happened between your father and mine. They have made an arrangement for me to.to." she felt the tears burning in her eyes and her throat going tight, but she managed to finish her sentence. "Ai Legolas, I'm engaged to Cuephel!" Legolas said nothing for a moment, he only sat, staring at her blankly. The silence seemed to penetrate everything, even the very core of Taraancaiel's heart, and she soon cried out, tears now streaming down her face. "Please say something, Legolas! I know you are angry with me, and I do not blame you, but you can not think that I am happy either! I love you and would marry you if only I had the choice!" Legolas silently stood up and walked to Silithien, still not saying a word to Taraancaiel. "Legolas, please!" she begged, covering her face with her hands to hide her tears.
"And what would you have me say?" he asked, turning abruptly and facing her, revealing angry tears clouding his own eyes. "You belong to my brother, I have nothing to say to you." He then turned back around and mounted Silithien.
"What can I do, Legolas?" Taraancaiel shouted hysterically. "I can not deny my father else he will cast me away and I will no longer be a Lady! I will not be of noble blood and will have no right to be here or be around you!"
"Taraancaiel, I would not care if you were the lowliest peasant in the kingdom," Legolas said softly form atop Silithien. "I am not like my brother or my father. I loved you, Taraancaiel, but you could not have possibly felt the same way to have mislead me so badly." With those final words, he nudged Silithien into a trot and rode away, silent tears streaming down his noble face.
Taraancaiel buried her face in her hands once more and wept deeply, never had she felt such pain before. Perhaps it was the state she was in that caused her to not hear the sounds of footsteps surrounding her.
"Grab her, Zalim," a gruff voice said and without warning, two strong hands clasped themselves around her wrists and forced a piece of course rope around them. She looked around wildly and saw a group of at least twenty dwarves closing in around her, but she did not struggle. Life without Legolas was not life at all, she decided, and if she could not be with him, she would die a noble death and be rid of it all.
Hey, sorry about not updating in FOREVER but my computer's been acting stupid and I finally got a new one, yay! Sorry about this kinda cliffhanger ending right now, but I have a report to finish and ya know how it is.I'll try to keep updating regularly, but I'm not promising anything. Please review or email me at demoness33@hotmail.com with any suggestions.