Seas: Chapter 6
Hey everyone! Chapter 6 is here! This is sort of a filler chapter, but events take place that cause some drama later! Thanks to Paula M and Latignacienne for your follows! I've been meaning to say that everyone besides Olórëdes and her father are Professor Tolkien's and Peter Jackson's. :) I'm not going to keep you waiting, so read on!
"I must leave you here. There are too many about to see us walking together. I love you. Do not forget that. Goodbye," Legolas said quietly, placing two hands around one of mine as he spoke. I smiled. "I love you too. Goodbye," I answered, then we turned in opposite directions and walked away. I tried to avoid halls where anyone walked, as I still wore my wine-stained and torn dress. I eventually came to my room and opened the door, closing it behind myself as I entered.
"Olórëdes?" a gentle voice said, and I jumped. I turned around to see my father sitting on my bed, holding the note I had left in his hands. His face was a picture of concern. I quickly came to sit beside him, and he pulled me into an embrace. When he released me, he looked into my face. I knew what he was thinking; he had always known how to read faces. "Are you alright now?" he asked. I smiled and nodded. "I am sorry. I-I probably embarrassed you hugely at the feast. I wish I were not so foolishly clumsy..," I said quietly, becoming angry with myself. What a horrible person I must be to have put my own father in such a predicament!
"You are not clumsy at all, my daughter. You made a mistake, a miscalculation. Everyone has that happen to them at some point, and some more than once. I have certainly made many mistakes in in my life," he gave me a comforting smile. My father always knew how to help me when I was feeling bad about myself or about anything, and he was no different now. "Thank you," I said. His smile faded and he looked down at my dress. "Olórëdes... what happened? You only said you were going for a walk? Were you attacked?" he asked, noticing the tears throughout my gown.
"N-no! Of course not! I decided to walk outside..and I suppose my dress caught on some branches and thorns..," I trailed off. I was not worried about my dress, for Legolas said he would bring me a new one. But obviously I could not tell my father this. "I could ask a seamstress to make you a new one...," my father suggested. "No, it is fine," I quickly denied him. I hardly need 1 new dress, much less 2. "I have plenty other dresses that are suitable for formal occasions. But thank you," I continued. My father bit the inside of his cheek, pondering. Finally, he gave in.
"Alright. Whatever you wish," he paused, not meeting my eyes. I knew that this meant he had something to say that he is either unsure about or nervous saying, or both. I waited patiently. "I have a question for you, Olórëdes, which much not be taken lightly. I have been noticing you and...Prince Legolas sharing looks...I first saw this months ago and I thought it just curiosity. But lately it has become almost obvious. I caught him watching you at the feast," my father said quickly. Before I could respond, he said, "Are you engaging in a relationship with the Prince?" he asked, looking down at me. I did not meet his gaze.
What should I say? I could not lie to my father's face, but I could not admit to the fact that Legolas and I had both pledged our love for each other. I stared at the floor for a long time. Maybe I should deny it...but I cannot. I had never lied to my father before. I opened my mouth to say a simple yes, and everything flooded out.
"It was nothing more than looks until just last night. He took me from my room and we went to a place in the forest...he said that he loved me...and I said I loved him. Then after you left today he came and braided my hair for me, because I could not do it myself. He just wanted to know if I was coming to the feast because he wanted to see me again...a-and he felt like he needed to fix my hair. Then after the accident at the feast I went back to the place in the clearing, but he came after me. He told me he loved me again and told me why. I keep insisting that our love will never work out, that he belongs with a royal maiden, that I am not of a high enough class to belong with him, but he does not listen. You have to understand, father, I did not make this happen..it just...happened. Please do not be angry with me, I cannot control what he wants," I cut off..unsure of what to say next.
My father sat silently for a very long time, contemplating all that I just said. I felt so horrible about keeping it from him, but also angry at myself for telling him. Legolas will never forgive me. What will I tell him? That I was too weak to keep our secret from my father? Before I could think of any more dreadful things, my father spoke.
"Olórëdes," he said. I had never heard his voice so...so...angry. "You know that neither I nor King Thranduil would ever allow you to do such a thing. You should know better. You may not be able to control what the Prince wants, but his father surely can," he finished, standing and throwing the note to the ground. I lurched after him. "Father! Please! You cannot tell King Thranduil! I do not know what he will do to Legolas. Or what he will do to me! Please, father! You cannot tell anyone!" I shouted, latching onto his arm. He did not look at me.
"It is Prince Legolas, and you shall call him nothing else. Let go of my arm, Olórëdes. I do not keep secrets from my King. I would have never kept secrets from my father," he growled, an acidic hiss to his voice that shocked me into letting go of him. He opened the door and stalked out, slamming it behind him. I crumpled to the ground, tears coming to my eyes for the second time that night. I stared at the door as my vision blurred.
My father had never been angry at me before. He had always come to me with forgiveness, telling me what I should have done and saying that he still loves me. There was no love in his voice as he spoke to me.
What will Legolas do? What will he say to me? Will I even see him again? What if I am forbidden from even coming within his gaze? Endless thoughts such as these swirled around in my mind, causing me to rise and slowly go to my bed, tears running down my cheeks once again. I fell into the blankets and curled into a ball, putting my forehead against my knees. Is there anyone who still loved me? Not Legolas. He must see me as a traitor. Not my father. He must see me as a lying, horrible daughter that he is ashamed to call his own. What have I done?
Oh no! She told her father! *world ends* How could Legolas possibly love her now?! I feel so evil for this. :) Muahaha. It may be another week before the next chapter, BUT I GAVE YOU ALL THREE IN TWO DAYS YOU SHOULD BE SATISFIED! xD I'm just kidding! Spoiler: Chapter 7 will have King Thranduil again! If you all haven't noticed, I am kind of obsessed with angst...so that will be a reoccurring mood in this fanfiction (ESPECIALLY chapter 10-ish). Alright, I'm done now. Please review!