-Chapter Two-
Legolas and I sat underneath a beautiful tree for many hours the day we met. His mother called him in, as it was growing dark. He asked where my mother was; I told him she was long dead. He asked about my father, I told him the same.
"Would you like to see if you could stay with us?" He asked taking my hand.
"Oh! If you could!" I said so excited! I finally found someone who liked me enough to let me stay with him.
His father made a fuss, but his wife convinced him that it would be good for Legolas to have someone to play with. So I lived with them in the royal palace of Mirkwood.
I remember one morning about three years later. I was asleep in my bed one beautiful morning. Legolas came in and sat down next to me. Placing his hand on mine, I slowly opened my eyes. He was the first thing I saw that morning. His blond hair was blowing with the wind, hardly touching his shoulders to rest.
I sat up and looked into his eyes, he looked back and smiled.
"Good morning" he said coming closer and wrapping his arms around me.
"Good morning" I replied snuggling myself close to his bare chest.
That was one of the first days I realized he loved me back. The entire day we laid underneath the same tree we met under. I could see his father in one of the windows looking at us, grinding his teeth. I knew he didn't like me, I just didn't know why. I always thought it strange though, he looked so familiar, I just couldn't think of who he was.
That night, Legolas and I eat outside and sat there for many hours into the night. He cleared the food and came back out with flowers in one hand and his other hand behind his back. I stood up and greeted him.
"These are for you." He said handing me the flowers. "And so is this…" He said kneeling down and holding out a ring.
I couldn't believe it! My jaw dropped and heart pounded.
"Laonca, iv loved you for so long, Will you marry me so I can love you forever more?" He said looking up into my eyes.
"Legolas, oh my, yes! Yes, I will" I finally spat out. He placed the ring on my finger and wrapped his arms around me. We shared one of the most passionate kisses in my life that night.
We married the following month, he did not tell his parents for we knew they would disapprove immediately.
We were now happier than we had ever been, but I couldn't help but think something was wrong. We help off on having children; we still had not told his parents after two years of being married.
Sorry for skipping much of my life, but that were all the same.
But, one day I realized who Legolas's father was, why he was so familiar, I became very angry when I did find out. He was the one who ordered my mother dead after I was born; he was the one who killed my father right in front of my eyes. It wasn't until he said that phrase I heard long ago, the one sentence that set my father off. He said it to me, right to my face. I couldn't believe it! I Stood up and walked out I was so angry!
Legolas, who was sitting next to me in the room, came running out. By the time he caught up with me, I was on the balcony outside our room. He stood in the doorway for a couple minutes.
"What's wrong Laonca? This isn't like you." He finally said.
"Your father, he…" I paused as I remembered the night my father lay dieing in front of me. "It was him." I finished.
"What was him?" He said confused.
"It was him who killed my father in front of my eyes, knowing I was there, not caring that he orphaned a small child, leaving her to the world and all it's evils."
"You can't be sure" He said as he put his hands on either side of me onto the balcony.
"I can." I said turning to face him. "And I Am." I finished walking away.
For the next few weeks, I did not talk nor look at his father and I hardly said a word to Legolas.
I grew darker and darker in my mind, until one night, I realized what I must do. I needed to revenge my fathers death, finish what he had died doing…