-Chapter 3-
It wasn't until after everyone had fallen asleep, did I do anything. It was more difficult than it need be because of my husband.
Legolas had one arm over the top of me, his leg slightly on mine and his head on my shoulder. This made it a bit more difficult, not to mention he isn't the lightest sleeper in the world. If I roll over in the night, he wakes up and moves so his body matches along my newly situation body.
I somehow was able to slip out from under him, out of bed and into the night without him waking. My only conclusion was he had a bit of mead with his friend before he came and laid to rest with me.
As I slipped out the door, I grabbed my cloak and put it on. It was made of black leather, so it would be harder to see me in the dark of night.
I could feel my eyes starting to turn dark as they did when I was mad. I slowly mad my way through the royal home, hunting for him. I reached his room and opened the door. The queen had been off visiting a family member, so he was all alone.
I stood over his resting body with the rusty dagger he threw at me the previous week. My eyes were now pure black and my hair started to sway like they would in the wind, there was no wind. My grip on the dagger tightened. I thought of Legolas, but then my mother and father replaced him. With one quick move, I lodged the dagger between his ribs, slicing his heart. I watched as he took his last gasp of air. Then he was gone.
Then a noise came from another room, coming in my direction. I quickly ran off, leaving the dagger to sit in his corpse. I headed to the tree and sat there, watching many people pass by as they rushed to the kings' bedroom to see what had happened. My eyes were still black. After what seemed to be a couple minutes, Legolas came over, dropped to his knees and berried his head in my lap. His tears soaked through my night cloths. My eyes then were blue, I know I hurt him, but I couldn't do anything. He realized after a while of thinking that it was me who had done it. Just by the way I looked at him, he knew.
"Why Lay?" He asked whipping his tears away.
"I told you, he was the one who killed both my parents. I had no choice my love." I said looking straight at him. He didn't seem to think about this.
"It was my fa…" He paused for a moment, then closed his mouth and nodded his head.
"I am so sorry Legolas, I truly am." I said. Kissing him on the top of his head, I wrapped my arms around him and he berried his head in my chest. "I love you." I added.
"I love you too," he said clutching my cloak as hard as he could. "I always will." He added lying completely down. I sat there holding him the rest of the night as he drifted off in tears. I did not sleep, but in stead, I watched him breathe.
Morning came fast. When Legolas woke, his mother was coming at us with anger burning in her eyes. We knew she knew it was I. Legolas crawled in front of me as if to protect me. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. As his mother came to stand in front of us, he raised to stand, not letting go on my hand.
They stood there for a moment staring at each other. I then rose to stand behind him. I gripped his hand and hide partly behind him.
She started glaring and demanded that Legolas moved, he refused. Again, she told him to move, he disobeyed her. She was becoming even more furious. Legolas loosened his grip on my hand. As him and his mother were yelling at each other, I ran back to our room and gathered my things. I knew I had to leave, I just didn't know where I was going…