Seas: Chapter 8
Oh. My. God. I went to see The Hobbit BOTFA on Tuesday with just my mom, and I went again today with my best friend (and fellow LOTR and Hobbit nerd), her mom, and her sister. One word: undescribable! It's absolutely amazing! If you haven't seen it, then your need to buy tickets RIGHT NOW! I cried so hard both times I saw it. For those of you who have seen it as well, ….Bilbo crying = sobs from everyone, am I right? I need to calm down before this entire chapter turns into me freaking out. ANYWAY, I feel really bad that I'm posting this so late...I usually do Friday nights, but I went over to my friend's for a Hobbit marathon and sleepover...so yeah. :) Thank you amariabt for your follow, and for any and all reviews! Only events, Olórëdes, and her father are mine, the rest is Peter Jackson and the great Professor! Ok, I'll shut up now so you all can read. XP
It had been weeks since King Thranduil placed my punishment upon me. It felt like an age. My father had yet to visit me since our previous disasterous meeting, and I felt utterly alone. I spent the majority of my time drawing in my little book, and I had almost filled it up completely. I made a note to myself to go out and talk to someone in the libraries about preparing a new book for me.
It was midmorning, and I had just finished dressed in a beige dress for the day. I sat down for the hundreth time at my desk, and turned to the next plank page in my book, beginning to draw. I hardly focused on what I was drawing, letting my mind wander instead. I had recently found great peace within my own mind, and disappeared into my thoughts for hours every day. I thought about practicaly everything...except one subject. Him.
I completely refused to say or even think his name, for it brought too many memories to my mind...too much pain. I decided to stop in my trail of thought right then, blinking and looking down at my drawing. My eyes widened as I gazed upon what I had created, and I made a choking sound in the back of my throat. The page erupted with a detailed picture of Legolas. Instantly when I though of his name, a gate swung wide.
Legolas...Legolas...I love you... All of these words flew through my mind. You look beautiful... You are different...I slammed my book closed and shut my eyes. I could not think this. I must forget him..I have to! Crueler words began coming forward. Never to enter the Greenwood... Never to walk alone...Never allowed to speak to each other...I bolted from my chair and landed on my bed, crushing my hands to my ears, trying to block out the words..the memories. I curled my knees to my chest and sat, shaking my head vigorously. Then I stopped.
Realization had dawned on me like the sun. I could not live without Legolas. Not after we had pledged out love for each other. Not after learning how much he cared about me, and how he thought I was beautiful. I have to do something. Something to make King Thranduil change his mind. Make him see that he cannot keep us separated forever. But what could I do?
Legolas POV
I sighed and sat up from leaning back agains the pillows with my arm thrown over my eyes. I rose and began walking towards the balcony, and leaned over the rails. There was a full moon, and it bathed the treetops in a bluish glow, like a sea of dyed leaves. I put my head into my hands. Olórëdes. I could not stop thinking her name, her face, her hair, her smile, her blush. I missed her ever so much. The silly guard that Father had forced upon me would not even let me enter the hall where her room was located.
Father...I could not believe he had done this. Another thought that continued to haunt me. I certainly did not regret the words I had said at the...meeting. I had never seen Father so incredibly unjust. What did he care of my relationships? He, of all Elves, should know that Elves only find one love. They do not love if it is not who they will marry. I sighed again. Mother would have never allowed him to do that. And Father would have listened, no less. She would have given him nothing but reason. I miss her dearly for that. She only ever showed understanding and love to both of us, and the entire kingdom. Father turned cold after her death... though I was just an Elfling, I remember. Even when he would laugh, his eyes did not show any warmth. It vanished when news came of Mother's death.
I felt my eyes beginning to tear, and I quickly stopped my thoughts. Then a knock came at the door. "Come in," I called heavily. I heard the door open and close, and the footsteps of someone wearing light boots and a long robe. My jaw hardened slightly. The footsteps stopped behind me, but I did not turn.
"..Yondo? An ngell nîn goheno nin,*" Father's voice said. I still did not turn. "I am not sure that I can," I answered through almost clenched teeth. "Why not?" he asked. "Do not act like a fool, you know precisely why. I must look like an Elfling with that guard following me around wherever I go," I answered frustratedly. It angered me that Father does this. I love him, but sometimes he is just utterly overdramatic. "Oh...that may have been a bit unecessary..," he responded. I nodded. "Well, I supposed I can relieve you of it. It has certainly been a long while.." he trailed off. "Are you happy now, son?" he asked hopefully, his voice sounding so childish that a rueful grin curved my lips for a moment, but then vanished.
"Nay, Ada. Unless you relieve Olórëdes's punishment as well. I will happily be followed by a guard as long as she is free to come and go as she wishes," I said bitterly. I heard Father sigh. "Why do you care for her so much, Legolas? There are so many other Elven maidens that are far more beautiful than she, and of a far higher class, no less. There would be no problem if you chose one of them," he said. Every word angered me more. I spun myself around and stalked up to Father, my eyes level with his. "I would have thought that you, of anyone, would understand that I love her. I could not care less about any other maiden that is forced upon me by your decision. I will never love any of them. I will never give them a second glance. From what you apparently want, I shall become a worthless son that bears you no heir. I. Only. Love. Her," I growled out at him, then strode past him and flung myself onto my bed, bringing one of the massive blankets over all of me, covering my head.
Father slowly walked and pulled a chair up next to the bed. "Legolas, I believe you are acting like a child," he said gently. "Apparently that is what I am, considering I cannot choose who I want to marry," I spit back. "Stop this," he commanded, slight anger seeping into his tone. "It is absolutely absurd. I will simply not allow my son, the Prince of the Woodland realm, to marry a lowly aquaintance," he said, finality in his voice. "I do not like this rift that has come between us, Legolas. Just accept that you will never be together with her," he said, placing a hand on my blanketed shoulder. I shook it off. "Can you please...just leave me be, Father?" I asked. I was completely finsihed with this annoying conversation. "No, I am staying until we resolve this," he said. I sighed again. "Fine," I muttered, throwing off the blanket and sitting up.
"Here is how to resolve this. You relieve Olórëdes of her punishment, allow me to see her, accept that I love her, and there will be no more arguments or problems," I said. Father gave a grim smile and shook his head. I exhaled heavily through my nose. "And what might your proposition be?" I asked. "Much simpler. You just forgive me and forget the girl. And be happy once again," he declared. I mimicked his previous reaction as an answer.
Father ran a hand frustatedly through his hair, and I stood off of my bed. I walked to my closet and swiftly snagged some clothing, returning to Father. "What are you doing?" he asked as I pulled off my nightshirt and in its place tugged on a reasonable shirt. "Going for a walk," I muttered. Father did not respond. I pulled on my boots and walked towards the door, then stopped with my hand on the handle. "If that guard follows me, he will not return when I do," I said, and left the room. I walked a few feet away from the door before the guard's footsteps followed, and I sighed. Then I heard Father open the door and tell the guard not to follow.
Olórëdes POV
I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling of my room, sighing. This entire time, I could not think of a single thing to say or to do that would possibly change the King's mind, or allow me the chance to see Legolas. "Why must this be so incredibly difficult?" I asked loudly to no one in particular. But I received an answer anyway. "Why must what be so difficult?" a familiar voice said. It was not a voice I was willing to hear.
I closed my eyes as the door to my room opened without my consent and then shut. The sound of feet lightly tapping on wood as they came closer to my bed, then the feeling of someone sitting on the end of it. "I am not exactly in the proper mood for conversation, Father," I murmured, my eyes still shut. I felt slightly bad about being rude to my own father, but frustration and anger overcame it. "..I know, and I am sorry. But you must understand that I did it for the best. I could not allow the Prince to break your heart over some other maiden. I would have rather it stopped when it did. Do you feel the same?" he asked.
"Of course I do not, Ada. He told me many, many times that he loves me and only me, and that he will never love any noble woman that his is shown. I believe he is foolish to do so, but I would not and will not call him a liar," I answered. "I am not calling the Prince a liar, I am just saying that he may be overlooking his opportunities," Father continued. "Opportunities?! Father, do you hear yourself? Did you not hear me? Legolas told me that he loves me, and I said that I love him. Does that mean nothing to you?" I said angrily. Did Father miss the notion that, at least in his mind, Legolas has no other opportunities? "I will not lie to you, Olórëdes, so no, I do not believe it does. I suppose that Prince Legolas has been very confused. He must know that neither I nor King Thranduil would ever allow it," Father responded.
My eyes flew open. "Are you saying that if he asked for my hand in marriage, you would not bestow upon us your blessing? You would not be happy for me? You would not be happy that your daughter becoming a princess? That you would become a high noble?" I asked. Perhaps appealing to his dream of becoming a noble would help my cause. I felt awful for doing it, but I was completely desperate. Father did not answer.
We sat for an unmeasurable moment in silence, until Father stood and left, still saying nothing. I sat up, then walked to sit at the single chair in front of the fire. I stared at the flames for a long time, until a knock at my door made me jump. I stood and slowly moved to the door, opening it to find a royal servant standing there. My eyes widened. "The King requests your presence at his throne. Come," she said, then turned and began walking down the hall. I quickly followed.
What could King Thranduil possibly want? Will he increase my punishment? It is impossible that he would eliminate it. ...Or...maybe he was enlightened by the fact that he cannot separate Legolas and me?
*= Son? Please forgive me.
I hope you all liked it! It felt so weird using Legolas's point of view...but I think I did an okay job..? I was EXTREMELY tempted to use specific lines from the Battle of Five Armies...but I decided against it :P. Hopefully I'll get another chapter up tomorrow night...or even tonight...*wink*. I don't have to worry about school for TWO WHOLE WEEKS! Wohoooo! Once again, review, favorite, follow, whatever! I love all of you so much! OH BY THE WAY! Seas hit over 500 views over the past week, so THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I never imagined that I would get so many views! Ok, that's all, and go see BOTFA!