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[Introduction]

The story begins...

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A Warrior's Heart
Every warrior has a heart, and with every heart comes a story to tell...
by Aiken4LOTRisMIA4now

But where shall it end?
That is up to you.
Where will you lead the Warrior's heart?

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The Characters

Male:
*Legolas ~ Aiken4LOTRisMIA4now

~Elf
*Galathilion ~ Daizy

~Elf
*Roux ~ xzar ~ Elf
Culamar ~ White Tiger

~ Elf/Amerlyn

Female:
*Saelia ~ Aiken4LOTRisMIA4now

~ Half Elf/Half Human
*Angon ~ briari

~ Elf
Galwyn Mornstar The Pure ~ Daizy

~ Elf
Isirith ~ White Tiger

~ Elf/Amerlyn
Ari ~ The.Random.Rocker

~ Human

* = From the story

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More info to come!

Please make sure you're familiar with the story. If you aren't, use the link at the top to view it. Thanks!

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Here is an excerpt from Hindered Emotions which is the 6th chapter of "Invalid Item"

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...It was him, Legolas thought, Galathilion made her cry. Now he was torn apart. What could've happened between them that would end in Saelia crying herself to sleep? Legolas closed his eyes for a moment of thought as he softly shut her door.
It was all too much and he needed rest, so he headed towards his room. He opened his own door and glanced around at his magnificently grand and elegant room. He laid down on his elaborate bed made of jade, rested his neck and head on his soft, feather pillows, and pulled his silky, emerald-colored covers up to his chest.
He desperately wanted to relax, but his mind could not focus on anything except Saelia. Even so, he stayed in bed, barely getting any rest, and he awoke early the next morning. He was planning on confronting Saelia. That was the only solution.

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Important:

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The character you have chosen will be your main priority in your additions, BUT, you may feel free to include the perspectives of other characters (as long as they follow the personality of the character).

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Different Perspectives

Saelia: Her desire to help them fight grew intensely inside her heart. It burned fiercely, and she detested being kept within the kingdom's limits.

Legolas: Her bold voice enticed him. He loved the way she did not hold back. Saelia was right, this handsome elf bumped into her purposely.

Galathilion: He had admired her from afar, and he definitely knew of her yearning to fight for Mirkwood. He had shared his feelings with Saelia on why that was not possible, but it didn't seem to make a difference to her. Nevertheless, he always made sure that she knew he had his eye on her.

Roux: The way she glanced upon the playful children attracted him towards her. She seemed lonely, but at the same time, he could not imagine her ever being fully without a companion. Her presence alone was quite luring and was definitely worthy of love.

Angon: Her brother knew so very little, and she wished he would have a better understanding of what was best for their kingdom.

If you miss more than three rounds of your turn, then I may disable your invite and depending on the story, get rid of your character.

This is not to be mean, it is just easier if everyone can keep up in the campfire and help it move along at a decent pace. Thanks so much for your cooperation. I truly appreciate it.

Name: Saelia (Means “Wood Mistress” in Elvish)

Age: 2,911 years old (Appears to be 24 in human years)

Race: Half Elf/Half Human

Gender: Female

Appearance: Saelia has long, wavy, dark brown hair, shimmering, dark brown eyes, and a light, tan complexion. She has traits of both humans and elves. Her ears are not as pointed as elven ears, and she is slightly shorter than most elves standing at about 5'8". She is curvaceous and usually wears a corset over a blouse with either a flowing skirt or fitted pants. Along with that, she may wear an elven cloak. Because she has the immortal life of elves, Saelia does not age anymore and is resistant to pestilence.

Personality: Saelia has a mind of her own, and she is a born fighter. She is strong, intelligent and willing to help others. She is loyal to the people of Mirkwood but is often underestimated for her ability to defend and protect her land. She has great respect for the people of Mirkwood, including Galathilion; despite that, she just cannot return his feelings of affection. Furthermore, she is confused about her place in Legolas's life. Saelia often wonders if friendship is all they're meant for. She sometimes tends to be overly emotional, but knows when to draw the line. She isn't always open with her feelings, and on the other hand, sometimes she is too open and opinionated. Altogether, Saelia is a decent person that just wants to make a difference for her people.

Other: Saelia’s mother, Alihera, was an elf and died defending Mirkwood many years ago. Because of her mother’s death, Saelia’s father, Carumear, abandoned her, and she was taken in by King Thranduil. She has grown up with Legolas and the others that reside within the palace. Saelia acquired impeccable fighting skills over the years because of the swordplay that she and Legolas would take part in when they were younger.

Name: Isirith (I sere rith)
Age: (She and Culamar are twins)
Race: Elf/Amerlyn
Gender: Female
Appearance: Dark brown hair that appears almost black, it falls down her back past her hips in waves. She has a piece of hair on the left side that is fashioned into a braid and in the braid is a streak of silver. She has mesmerizing violet eyes with long lashes and almost natural eyeshadow. Her pupils hold a odd streak to them that goes inward toward her pupil, it is the same violet color yet a little darker than the original. Her skin is light yet
fair. Ridged but pointed ears that hold a piercing in the upper lobe but also in the lower. 5’8” in height and weights 130 pounds. She is thin and yet strong. She is a beautiful being.
Personality: Isirith dreams of life outside of her comfort zone. She hates being confined to the life of a princess. And yet despite this she is very obedient. She seems to think that no one understands her or what she’s about. She is yet very determined and is passionate about things.
Other: Isirith is Legolas’ cousin. She is from a small country that was once part of Mirkwood that was given to her father King Nerudil, the younger brother of King Thranduil. The country is called Hyarmenla (meaning ‘south valley’ because it came from the south lands of Mirkwood).

Name: Culamar
Age: (He and Isirith are twins)
Race: Elf/Amerlyn
Gender: Male
Appearance: Long straight dark hair but it holds a bit of red to it. His hair also holds various streaks of gold in it and falls to his mid back, two pieces of twisted hair falls in front of his ears. Again his ears are also ridged but pointed and he has a small silver ball in his lobe followed by a silver loop next to it on the outer side in both ears. Odd gold eyes that are streaked with the darker gold going towards the pupil. Light but fair skin. 6’0” in height and weights about 175 pounds. He is a little skinny yet he is strong and he has
broad shoulders.
Personality: Culamar is very protective of those he cares for. He has a sarcastic humor at times but he also knows when to take things seriously. He knows when to let things roll off of him and takes life a little on the easy
side when with his friends. He does, however, take things more seriously when it comes to things of importance. He is a man of integrity and his word. And he’ll do whatever it takes to keep his promises.
Other: He is Isirith’s brother and Hyarmenla’s heir.

Race: Amerlyn (Am er lin)
Appearance: Ridged ears that hold normally 2-5 piercings in each ear. Purple, orange, grey or gold eyes that hold soft stripes of the same color, but paler or darker, going inward towards the pupil. This cannot normally be seen without careful thought or only recognized by a slight oddity of the eyes. Gold or silver streaks inhabit the hair, sometimes only one streak to many different ones throughout the hair. They normally also wear many bracelets or necklaces or other things of the sort.
Similar Characteristics: They are a bit of an odd race. They are quite proud of being different and of looking at things differently than others. In their villages their differences among each other are quite welcomed and they don’t mind new people or ideas.
Special Characteristics: They are a creative race and thrive on things of the
sort. They are also smart in the area of getting through things.
Habitat: No certain ideal haunts the Amerlyn heritage. Some rule with no kings, others welcome them. No one has a certain persona to follow as they all are proud in
being who they are. This includes their habitat.
Other: They live to be merely 750 years of age.

briari

Name: Angon "Glitter Keeper"

Age: 2,286 (Looks 23)

Race: Elf

Gender: Female

Appearance: Angon has long, shiny black hair, and sparkling green eyes, high cheekbones and full, sometimes pouty lips. She is tall and slender, but by no means scrawny, (think Nicole Kidman body). She dresses very much like a girly-girl, with flowy dresses of soft colors, greek style. She also wears a silver forehead band with a single emerald embedded in the center.

Personality: She is very interested in the politics of Mirkwood, and doesn't always have patience when her brother, Roux, disagrees with her; though, she loves him with all her heart. She is very kind hearted, and can be quite outspoken at times, but extremely shy at others.

Other: She considers herself lucky to have made a friend in Saelia, and is more than willing to be used as the wedge that is driven between her and Galathilion, for she has had a crush on him for years. He is, to her, a celebrity.

Name: Roux

Race: Elf

Gender: Male

Appearance: There is very little about Roux’s physical characteristics that even hint at his close relation to Angon. Roux’s hair is shoulder length, with playful braids that he allowed the village children to weave into his hair. His eyes are a cold blue and he has a withdrawn body language and poor posture. He is a very physical elf, who turns his hand to labouring or anything that may help his village physically – as a result he is fairly broad and muscular, for an elf at least. His clothes are plain and simple and he has little in the way of adornments, save a chunky silver bracelet around his left wrist.

Personality: Roux is both curiously shy and oafish in his speech, being unwillingly blunt in his conversations or saying something quite insulting with no intent. He rarely initiates conversation with anyone and can be very stand-offish until he gets to know him or her better. Unless he has a reason to be any different...

He dearly loves his sister, even though her knowledge and what he perceives to be her higher intellect often intimidate him. Roux does have strong opinions and can see things in quite black and white terms, although his whole personality softens the better you get to know him.

Other: Roux doesn’t think too highly of Captain Galathilion, although perhaps mainly because his sister is so infatuated with him. He does like the sound of Legolas however, from what he has heard of his exploits and sees him (as well as his father) as something of an example of what a good elf should be. He is also very attracted to Saelia, although the moment that he learnt that she had others vying for her affections he pushed the thought into the corners of his mind. Roux despises confrontation, partly because of his nature and partly because he has a very low opinion of himself. Since his rivals for Saelia’s affections are a Captain in the army and the son of a King, the thought of trying to win Saelia’s affections from either don’t even enter his mind. He is desperate to keep his attraction to Saelia a secret from Angon.

Daizy

Name: Galathilion
Age: 2594
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6’3" and 200lbs. He is a lean, but his physique is chiseled and strong. His eyes are steely gray with just a hint of green and his long hair is neither blonde nor brown, but a mix of the two. Galathilion has a ruggedly handsome appeal.
Personality: He is the perfect warrior and captain. Galathilion is confident and brave when confronted by adversity. His power and authority give him a sense of supremacy around his subordinates, but he is always respectful around those who hold a higher position than he does. He certainly is controlling, but his line of work demands organization. His strategic skills are extraordinary and once he has made a plan, he will not stray from it. Galathilion is one of the most esteemed members of the Elvin community. His sense of honor and loyalty are his pride and joy. He sheds the soldier side of him when not on the battlefield. This other side of Galathilion is charming and sensitive, maybe even to the point of being naive... especially around women.
Other: He was in love with Saelia, but since her disrespect, he has learned to cope with his feelings. He is well on the road to forgetting her completely and finding another to pour his affection and adoration on. Galathilion is one of King Thranduil's most trusted subjects and second only to Legolas and the King.

Name: Galwyn Mornstar the Pure
Age: 2431
Race: Elvin
Appearance: Perhaps more beautiful than her mother Galadriel. She is immune to aging, as all elves, and looks no more than eighteen in human years. Galwyn is tall and lithe with mid-thigh length dark blonde hair that looks golden in the sunlight. Her eyes are bright sea-blue, and it is difficult for one to look in them, for souls are reflected in their depths. She is not fair because of her great love of the sun. Her grace and feminine beauty are captivating and she exudes pure light.
Personality: Soft-spoken with a quiet intelligence. Galwyn is always demure and polite. Her wisdom and insight are extraordinary. Galwyn has the ability to see glimpses of the future, though they are rarely clear. She has the ability to see into a person’s soul, it is as strong (if not stronger than) as her mother. Her work is not nearly as subtle as Galadriel, though just as important. She is a witty conversationalist. Galwyn is not an Elf one would want to double-cross, for, if necessary, she can be hazardous to one‘s health.
Other: Most think that Celebrían was Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel’s only child, they’re wrong. Galwyn is carries Nenya the Ring of Water- also known as the Ring of Adamant, it is said that it gives life and rejuvenates those around it, but Galwyn has never used it. Though she is the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn, she was raised with Elrond and Arwen Evenstar the Fair, who is a sister to Galwyn. The two Elvin ladies are like sisters and coincidentally they both are symbols, Stars for the Elves. Galwyn rides Tethien, tall black mare with a regality about her. She carries a longbow, along with an Elvin sword forged specifically for her. Her magic is the innate ability of Telepathy, same as Galadriel before her, and the ability to cast spells, which Elrond taught her.

Name: Ari
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearnce: Short, black hair, with violet eyes. She wears simple, black mans clothes, and is often mistaken for a man. She also carrys a sword and a bow and arrow everywhere she goes.
Personality: Ari dosen't like people very much, but she does often trick people into thinking she's a lovely girl before robbing them. She's been fighting in battles since she was 11, and is very skilled in more then one way.
Other: Ari's mother died when she was a baby, so she's been raised into the harsh household of her father, King Nemetex, ruler of Jerenge (He started the invasion). King Nemetex
hates girls, and Ari is no exception. Ari knows this, and and is determined to prove her worth to her father, no matter what.

A few days had passed since Saelia had been in the village and spoken with Roux and Angon. It was not that she didn't like their company, she actually missed it, but she was afraid she would tamper too much with their lives. She desperately wanted to right her wrong of speaking so harshly to Galathilion, but she couldn't confront him herself. No, it would be the first time that she wouldn't speak to him out of genuine respect.
Saelia was standing on the balcony from her room. She had awaken with a dry face, though the remains of tears could be traced. She had cried every night since hurting Galathilion's feelings; but the tears were not as bad since she had spoken to Angon and Roux.
The sun was shining and below her balcony she could see the village not too far away. She could see the river and tree where she first met Roux and Angon. She remembered truly being surprised by Roux's friendliness; nevertheless, she was glad that she had met him and his lovely sister.

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Legolas was outside the palace in the field near the armory, where groups of soldiers were practicing and honing their battle skills. He had been working with them as well, but found himself not feeling up to the job. After seeing Saelia crying in her sleep, he had decided to speak with her. That had been days ago and he had still not said a word to her.
He looked around at the elven soldiers around him. He admired their effort, wishing he was in a better mood. He then caught sight of Captain Galathilion. If he could not talk with Saelia yet, perhaps he could discuss the matter with him.
Catiously, Legolas walked over to the captain, who was surrounded by a group of elven ladies, one stood out with long, black hair and stunning, green eyes. After finally escaping the group, Galathilion noticed Legolas' presence and came up to him.
"Did you wish to see me?" Galathilion spoke, inwardly despising the young Prince of Mirkwood. Though, he knew it was not Legolas' fault that Saelia fancied him.
"Actually," Legolas began in a hushed voice. "I would like to discuss what happened between you and Saelia, if I may."
A stern expression crossed Galathilion's face, but he nodded in reply and asked, "What do you want to know?"
Legolas tried to carefully choose his words and inquired, "What happened between you two that cause Saelia to... well, cry."
Galathilion looked surprised at this. "She was crying? I do not know what caused that. She, in fact, caused a few tears to shed from my eyes."
"You mean, she-" Legolas muttered.
"She told me she did not love me. Is there more you would like to know, your highness?" Galathilion said, contempt seething from his lips.
"My apologies, Captain," Legolas replied. "I did not wish to trouble you." With that, the young prince left the field and headed to the palace. If his instincts were right, there was someone he really needed to talk to.

*****

Roux woke with the sun, thoughts of a troubled visitor kept coming back to him. His sister had left to meet with other worshippers of Captain Galathilion. They knew he would be out in the field by the armory working, and they were preparing to see him, and perhaps even meet him.
Roux did daily morning chores to pass the time, but continually had to stop. Why did he have to interrupt a stranger's thoughts? Why did he have to speak to her? Why did he have to be attracted to Saelia? It was not what he had wanted, nor was it something he had anticipated. His attraction for Saelia grew as the days passed, hoping she would return to see him and Angon.
Deciding to take a break, Roux headed out of his and Angon's home, and went walking through the village. As fate would have it, he came upon the tree and river where he had first seen Saelia. He couldn't forget the look in her shimmering, brown eyes. Roux's gaze took in all around him and then he looked up to find none other than Saelia, standing on her balcony and looking down at him. He smiled when he saw her quickly pull away from the edge of the balcony, but it faded when she disappeared into her room.
He sat by the tree where Saelia had been watching the children and their swordplay. Plently of time where he could be doing work wasted away, but Roux merely sat there, laughing at the thought of their first meeting. His thoughts where interrupted when he heard an all too familiar voice.
"Feeling a little lonely?" He turned to see Saelia, leaning against the same tree.

*****

Angon couldn't believe it. Not only had she seen Captain Galathilion up close, but she touched his shoulder and spoke with him. Though, she knew he probably didn't even know her name, she still cherished the memory.
After departing from her group of friends, Angon returned home. She came to an empty house with half-done chores. Not knowing where her brother had wandered off to, she decided to go look for him. She had to tell him everything about her moment with the captain!
As she strolled through the village, she heard her brother's voice not too far off in the distance. She couldn't help but laugh at the flirtatious tone in his voice. She listened to see where he was and found him, but she was surprised to see who he was with.
Roux was sitting with Saelia, next to the tree where they had all first met. Angon was happy to Saelia and quickly joined in on their conversation. She wasted no time and began to tell them of her time with Galathilion, but as she spoke, she couldn't help but sense an odd feeling coming from Roux. Was there something her younger brother was keeping from her?

Culamar~~

The horses were silent as their hooves hit the muddy ground beneath them. The moon hung above them in the darkness of the night and yet a slight breeze carried the echo of the rain that was there only moments before.
The army was tired and weary. Even though they had won the battle before them it was almost met in defeat, and every eye that set foot upon the trail they walked knew this. It was a lonely moment for them, as was every night after a battle. But this one was different. It was as if the restlessness had become ever so increasing in their minds. They just wanted to get home.
Culamar knew how agitated the army had gotten. He had tried to tell this many times to his father, but the King was busy enough that Culamar’s words were barely heeded. The young Man feared that if something were not done quickly that the armies would revolt. This would cause a panic among the people, and perhaps destruction of his home.
But as long as his father was too wrapped up in the fighting the wars instead of focusing on the men who fought them only destruction could be what was left. Culamar did not fear this because his throne would be revoked, but he feared it because he knew that many great people would in fact die if this were to happen. He could not stand the fact that his very home could be caused to ruin.
He sighed. All he knew was that he prayed deeply that this would never happen. It still, however, did not cause the fear to cease from his mind.

It was later that evening though late it was. Culamar had been home for nearly an hour and been waiting the whole time to speak with his father of the matter before them. But as far as it looked there was going to be no meeting to which engage in. So he began to turn away when finally the door opened beckoning him inside.
Culamar took a deep breath and walked inside the largely decorated room. His father was standing with his back turned to Culamar. His long dark hair was fanned out over his back and his elven ears were standing out, keeping his hair behind them. His delicate elven skin seemed to call to the young Man, as though telling him that he was nothing like his father.
“What is it you wanted to speak to me about?” The King’s voice came though he still had not turned to face Culamar.
Culamar felt a fear well up in him. He was afraid of no man, except his father. Many were afraid of the King because he was one with which great strength and authority was given. And not one would dare to question a man of such greatness. So coming to do what he was about to frightened the Prince slightly so.
“I have come to speak to you about the soldiers, Sire.” He said purposely addressing his father formally as if he were one of the King’s hired servants. He hoped this would show his father that this was very important and that he trusted and respected such an authority as his father was.
“And what might this be about?” His father asked turning to finally look the young Man in the eyes.
At this Culamar somewhat quivered but quickly gained his composure by averting his gaze from his father’s amethyst glare. “The soldiers are growing weary, My lord. If something is not done soon I am afraid they may revolt. I see it every time we get back from a battle.”
“And what do you expect me to do, My son? I believe that we have had this conversation before! All things must happen in a war, that is the unfortunate product of one.” He eyed his son before turning his back once more.
“Please, call upon the help of King Thranduil!” Culamar beckoned. “We need more men to help fight these battles so that our men can rest. They grow tired of these endless battles and their being weary has cost a lot of them their lives!”
“Culamar, you do not understand!” His father boomed back while still not looking at his son. “King Thranduil and I are not talking at the moment. Why would he send his own men to help when he might as well want me dead?!”
“Are you still in that petty fight?! He is your own brother, Father. And if you do not at least ask we might as well give up our kingdom.” He sighed and shook his head. “At least let me go and ask Legolas to consider asking his father for us?”
King Nerudil growled and then finally looked at Culamar. “Fine. Go. At least try, but I don‘t believe it will do any good. Take three of the men with you and send word back to me when you receive it.”
“Thank you, My lord. And I shall!” He then left very quickly out of the room to get himself ready to leave.

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Isirith~~

Isirith sighed heavily as she laid upon her bed and looked up to the sky through the window in her room. She had managed to get into a fight with her best friend. And all for some reason still unknown to her. As far as she was concerned she would never understand males.
It was in that moment that she stood up from her bed and walked downstairs and into the garden. She began to gaze at the half moon as it was framed by many dancing stars in the sky. She noticed a few of the constellations, one was a warrior that they called Amarian. Amarian always seemed to give the soldiers in her father’s army hope to keep going on. And not far from Amarian she noticed the constellation of the princess, named Relenia, who was said to be chained to a rock. Amarian was suppose to be battling the dragon to free her.
Isirith slightly huffed at this. She may have been a princess but she did not feel any need to have a man come save her. This is what she had told Seiro before he went psycho and they got into the fight. She did not understand why she was suppose to play the stupid stereotype that she needed a man to rescue her. She wanted to be the one doing the saving. But as far as she was a princess she was allowed to do nothing less than be proper. She hated that more than anything.
She growled and began to walk more through the garden until she heard noises coming from the East Gate. She ran as quickly as possible without whoever it was being made aware that she was even there. As soon as she arrived she hid behind a large oak tree to see her brother, Seiro and two other men talking amongst themselves. One of them said something about their going to King Thranduil. This made Isirith somewhat annoyed. She wondered why her brother had not told her he was back nor that he was going to see Legolas.
Seeing that the voyage was not going to take place for a little while longer, Isirith ran as quickly as she could to her room. A thought went through her mind, a thought that was completely contrary to herself. She knew that her father would not approve of this. But she longed so badly to see Legolas and she was tired of the games that the men played on her.
So with her anger in hand, she grabbed a knapsack and began filling it with clothes and food. She then quickly wrote a letter to her father and put it on her desk hoping that he would not find it for at least a bit. She then put on her long dark blue cloak and ran back outside hiding herself from anyone who might see her. Then, making sure that neither her brother nor his men were watching, she jumped into the back of the caravan and hid herself among the items that they were bringing with them.

briari

Angon couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she could sense that something was up with Roux. Letting it go for the moment, she tried to think of a polite way to bring up the subject of using herself to distract Galathilion, but so far had found none.
"I was pleasantly surprised to find myself hoping to see you again, Saelia." Angon smiled at her.
"What about you Roux?" she asked her brother.
He looked up at Saelia for a moment and smiled.
"Of course I was hoping to see you again." he admitted.
Angon turned back to Saelia.
"I trust all is well with you?"
Before Saelia could answer, a shadow fell on their little circle. They all looked up to see Legolas standing there. Angon and Roux hastened to their knees and bowed.
"There is no need to bow to me." Legolas said.
"If you are friends of Saelia, then I would feel honored to also consider you friends."
He held his hand out, and helped Angon to her feet. She now knew why Saelia was torn. He was beautiful, graceful, and extremely gracious.
"I am Angon, and this is my brother Roux."
Legolas extended his hand, and with only the slightest bit of hesitation, Roux took it.
"It is a pleasure to meet you both." Legolas smiled at each of them.
"But I wonder if I may steal Saelia away for awhile?"
"Oh yes!" Angon took her brother's arm.
"We really must be going anyway."
Legolas looked at Saelia and smiled, then looked back at Angon and Roux.
"If you would like, you could come to the palace at dusk. I shall leave your names with the guards at the side gate."
Angon tried to hide her excitement from them, as she accepted for herself and her brother. She thought that she would explode with excitement as she made her way home, Roux walking behind her. She was rummaging through her gowns, and so caught up in the excitement of the evening to come, that at first she didn't notice that Roux did not share her enthusiasm.
She lay the dress she was holding, across her bed, and walked over to him. She put her hand on his shoulder.
"Roux, what troubles you so?" she almost whispered.
Roux sighed and covered her hand with his own.
"Everything is fine, Angon." he turned to her with a smile.
"Now go and make yourself beautiful, for you will probably run into a certain captain tonight."
Angon's face lit up.
"I hope so!." she sighed.
Angon looked at her brother's smile and though she knew there was indeed something wrong, she decided that for now, she would not press the issue. She returned to her room, and tried to decide what to wear for her first visit to the palace.

As Angon made her way back into her room, Roux’s smile slowly faded before his face creased into an uneasy frown. For Angon tonight was the chance of a lifetime. For him, it was another opportunity to see Saelia – and all the pleasure and hurt that it entailed. He both relished and despised the feelings that he experienced around Saelia. Of course he loved to see her, but the accompanying inadequacy almost dulled any pleasure that he derived from talking with her. Almost.

Making his way out of the house and into the afternoon sun, Roux put his hands in his pockets and slumped his shoulders. He could almost imagine Saelia or his mother poke him in the back with a pole and see them shaking their fingers at his stooped posture. The thought brought a small bitter smile to his face. Ironically enough although he had always related to Angon and his mother the most he had always felt as though his father was the only one who had truly understood him. He had always been resistant to anybody who tried to force change upon him and his father had always given him the space to discover things for himself. Oh his mother and Angon had as well, in as much as they could. It just seemed that his father’s silence seemed meaningful and the words that he spoke to Roux always seemed so important and almost… urgent.

As he walked further into the village, Roux’s face fell as he saw the tree that almost seemed special to him and Saelia, although the thought of such made him laugh softly. For the first time in ages, when he saw Angon approach he wished that she were not there, that he could have more time alone with Saelia. And when Legolas appeared – he was not entirely sure that he liked the person that love was turning him into. Instead of the respect that he had felt for Legolas he felt a flood of jealously at his handsome features and his gracious manner. When he went to shake Roux’s hand, he felt almost angry and he had the urge to crush his hand in his own. Vain thoughts flooded over his mind, that his arms must be bigger than Legolas’, that he could best him in a fight – and that just wasn’t him. It was madness! He hardly even knew Saelia, they could not have spoken for more than a few minutes and yet he was totally enchanted.

He would go to the Palace tonight of course, but he would not make the same effort that Angon did. His labouring clothes would have to be good enough for the King and Prince, their lords and ladies. After all, that was all that Saelia and Legolas knew of him so far and that was all that there was to him. Why dress to try and be somebody else? When Angon heard of it, he was sure that her face would go every colour of the rainbow before she tried to ‘persuade’ him to change. Or perhaps not, he thought with a sigh. Sometimes when he was sure of her reaction she would completely surprise him by saying or doing the exact opposite. Angon would always be a mystery to him and as much as he loved her, her jokes about how the two of them seemed so very different sometimes made him wonder if there was something in her words. Not that he would ever tell Angon that. No doubt she would take that same pole and break it over his head if he did.

Roux felt a gentle tug on his sleeve and he looked down to see one of the village children look up at him with a mischievous smile on her face. “I learnt a new braid.” Roux smiled at her and shook his head slowly.

“Would you like to try it on my hair?” Roux said softly, running a hand through the tangled braids that were wove through his red hair. The child looked up and wrinkled her nose.

“You should go wash it first.” Roux laughed gently, before folding his arms. Even children were telling him what to do.

“Alright, let’s go down to the stream and get my hair washed, then you can show me your new braid. How does that sound?” The little girl grinned broadly before dashing off toward the stream whilst Roux walked at a much more leisurely pace behind her. He wasn’t making an effort just for the Palace tonight, or for the nobles or Legolas – or Saelia. After all, it wasn’t his idea to change his braids. But a new look wouldn’t hurt that much, he thought with a small smile.

Daizy

Galathilion made his way from the training grounds. He went straight to his private quarters, to wash away the grime from his practice session. Upon entering, he found a scroll on his research table with the king’s seal.

Galathilion,

I require a meeting with you, after evening feast, in the royal tactics room. Only you, my son, myself and the princess of Lorien will be in attendance. It is of extreme importance that this meeting be kept clandestine.

“A letter from the king,” Galathilion mused as he set the letter aflame. “It is certainly a strange one, for His Majesty rarely sends me instructions via the written word.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Galwyn thought back to her time in Lorien. The beauty of her forest, of her people. Galwyn would have loved to walk among the trees again, to feel their peace resonate. Galwyn had set up a small camp in an aged Oak tree in Mirkwood. As one of the Galadhrim, it was not her way to rest indoors or on the earth floor. Even in Rivendell she slept in a Rowan tree. The tree stood beside her sister’s bedroom window, and as young women they had carved ancient runes, spells, and tales of old on the branches in the dead of night.

Her mind wandered as she went through her Elvin-sewn knapsack. In it she found one of the twin Mirrors. Her finger traced the edge, wondering whether or not to summon her mother. The Mirror of Galwyn had been crafted for her as a child so she would be able to seek the counsel of Galadriel at any time. Galwyn stroked the single white stone on Nenya; it flickered softly like a frosty star shining with a light of its‘ own. It was a habit she had grown accustomed to, it made her feel fully at peace. She made her mind up and placed her lips close to the surface of the twin Mirror. “Estel.”

She spoke the Elvin word, Hope. The surface shimmered, then brightened to pure white light. Her mother’s visage was portrayed on it.

Her mother smiled softly, yet gaily. “Ah dear Galwyn Mornstar. How does Rivendell treat a Lady of Lothlorien these days? Is Elrond well?”

“Last time I spoke to him, he was doing marvelously. His wisdom grows daily. At present, however, I am not at Rivendell.”

“What change has there been, has Elrond sent you on an errand?”

“Not Elrond, but there is want of me here. Tethien and I rode hard to arrive in time.”

“Daughter, where is here, exactly?”

“Mirkwood.”

“Who summoned you?”

“No one summoned me. I came of my own free will. A vision came to me. I thought it best to inform you of the change.”

“My thanks daughter. Have you a request of me as well?” Her mother paused, and then she spoke again, almost as if she were panicked. Some secret in the depths of her eyes flashed momentarily. “What shines in your hair of gold? A streak of white, if my eyes do not deceive me.”

Galwyn looked down at her single braid. Her mother was right. In the middle of her golden hair was a shock of white. It could not be a sign of aging, for Elves do not encounter such things. She brushed it off. Her mind set back to the task at hand.

“I am certain that it is nothing to be concerned about.”

“Galwyn, I have need of you in Lothlorien.”

“Naught could keep me from the Golden Wood, save this. My vision was urgent. It is my turn to do some good in the world. If you have such great need of me, will you not tell me the reason behind the concern?”

“No Daughter. You must hear it from me, in person.”

“The truth now Mother. Why do you keep me at such distance?” Galwyn’s voice was intrepid, a rare occurrence. It had always bothered Galwyn that she could not see into her own mother’s mind, but then again, Galadriel could not see into her mind either.

“Your father and I keep no secrets from you, and we want to be closer to you as we were to Celebrian.”

“I never thought the day would come when you would lie, bold-faced, to me.”

“Some things were meant to be kept from children. I want to expose them to you but-”

“Why do you not tell me than? Is it truly so difficult for you to be honest with your own flesh and blood?” Galwyn took a slow, almost shaky breath. “I must make ready for a meeting with King Thranduil and Prince Legolas. I take my leave of you.”

Galwyn went to close the connection, but Galadriel quickly stilled her. “Daughter!”

“Yes?”

“Are the tidings of your vision a benefit to us?”

“Mother first you speak of secrets and lies, now you say “us”. There is no us. The only bond you have given me, save the few visceral maternities, is the hope for our people, our way of life. But, I am not so certain that we have that any longer. Have you anything else to alert me of, the Mirror shall be by my side. My love for you and Lord Celeborn do run deep; however, my understanding of this estranged relationship does not run the same course. I wish you good fortune, but my service is desired elsewhere. Farewell.”

The Mirror faded black then back to a simple reflection. Galwyn turned slightly in the Oak’s branches, her hands flowing over her weapons. All were made of Mithril, same as Nenya. Vala, her sword, was beside her. It was marvelously crafted. Arwen and herself carved the ancient runes. Diamonds were inlaid in the two-handed broadsword, each representing a special something. The largest two jewels, both at the hilt, were symbolic of Arwen and herself. Sunrise, and Sunset.

"Speaking of sunset." Galwyn looked at the slowly darkening sky. She leapt from the tree, landed with surprising grace, and made her way to her meeting with the king.

Ari strode into the throne room, her footsteps echoing throughout the stone room. Approaching the throne, she dropped to one knee, lowering her head respectfully. "I have failed you, father."

A hand lashed out, catching Ari just below her left eye. "You forget your place." King Nemetex hissed, towering over his daughter.

"Forgive me, sire." Ari replied evenly, her eyes fixed on the ground.

"Now, what where you saying about failure?"

Ari paused, knowing any wrong words could cause her death -or worse. "The attack on King Thranduil failed. Our army was defeated."

King Nemetex whirled around, his dark brown eyes burning with anger. "I put you in charge of the invasion only because you promised me you could defeat King Thranduil's men."

Ari raised her head, her eyes meeting King Nemetex's. "Galathilion proved to be a lot stronger then I had expected. Our army was not good enough."

"Our army -or you?" King Nemetex said quietly. "Do you know what happens to people who fail me?'

Ari nodded slowly. King Nemetex was known for his harsh punishments.

"Fortunatly, I have other uses. You are hereby banished until you can prove to me King Thranduil is dead."

Ari's head shot up. "Banished??"

"You should consider yourself lucky I am not sending you away dead." He sighed. "I really should have kicked you out the day you where born. After all, you are no use to me. But a son..."

Ari bit her lip, pain written across her face as King Nemetex continued on. "Ah, I have often wished you were a boy, Ari. Perhaps then you could complete your tasks."

"I will not fail you again." Ari vowed, determined to prove herself.

King Nemetex nodded slowly, "For your sake, Ari, I hope not."

Two days later

Ari glanced over her shoulder as a carriage slowed down near her.

"You there!" The driver shouted. "Is this the right road to the King Thranduil's castle?"

Ari nodded, shading her eyes against the sun as she looked up.

"Good. I have an urgent message to give to the king."

A small smile played on Ari's lips. "Would you be willing to give me a lift?"

The driver frowned as he glanced down at Ari, then shrugged. "I don't see why not. Hop on lad."

Ari climbed up, then made herself comfortable. As the carriage started forward again, she swiftly kicked the driver off the carriage. The driver abruptly let go of the reins, uttering a small yell as he hit the ground.

Ari grabbed the reins, urging the horses on. Once she arrived, she would personally deliver the message to the king of Mirkwood. She glanced over her shoulder at the driver who was running after the carriage. It wouldn't be long until she completed her mission.

(Note: Could you guys please not have anyone guess Ari's objective until later on? Thanks!)

“I shall leave your names with the guards at the side gate,” Legolas stated as he whisked Saelia away from the company of her two friends, Angon and Roux. While walking through the village, Saelia felt her heart beating faster as the Elven prince took her hand in his and led her to the palace. She felt his eyes look over to her in admiration, but she could not bring herself to return the gesture. Her gaze remained on the path before them, seemingly hesitant to bring herself to terms with her dear friend.

“We’re here,” Legolas said as he opened an iron gate that led into the Garden of Alihera. Yes, the garden was named after Saelia’s mother, an Elven maiden who had sacrificed her life to keep the people of Mirkwood safe. Moreover, Alihera had been the only female in history to be accepted in a powerful army and to have also left a legacy. These were things that those of Mirkwood looked up to, especially Saelia, who had high hopes to follow in her mother’s courageous footsteps. Inside the garden were fountains, roses of every color, ivy, and even a statue of the Elven warrior herself. As they passed this very statue, Saelia smiled at the sight of it and felt proud.

“Have a seat,” Legolas said finally as he ushered Saelia over to a marble bench. “I need to discuss something with you,” he began before pausing as he searched for the right words. Legolas, usually known for his way with words and rhetoric, was now at a loss of how to express his feelings. Saelia sensed his apprehension and watched carefully as he contemplated what to say and how.

“Legolas, if now is not a good time,” Saelia comforted him, “then I can wait until later.” Though her voice seemed as serene and gentle as the ocean, Saelia could not believe her own ears. Her instincts were telling her that he had news she had been hopelessly waiting for. Now it was here and she was pushing it further away. She gasped for breath when she realized something was not right with her. Her eyes met the Elven Prince’s captivating blue gaze, and she felt secure once again.

“I am sorry that I am taking so long,” he spoke as he raised his hand to her face and tenderly caressed her cheek. “I thought this would be easy, but it seems I am struggling a bit with my words.” At this Saelia giggled softly and began to close her eyes, feeling his body move closer to hers. She felt his lips upon her forehead, and then they trembled slightly as they began to move down her face. Legolas was amazed that even though he could not tell her how he felt, he was apparently capable of showing her. He kissed her on the cheek, and then pulled away just enough to look into her shimmering, dark-brown eyes. He leaned in, ready to do something he had only dreamed of, and then their fantasy came to an abrupt stop.

“Excuse me,” an embarrassed messenger interrupted, his voice quivering. “King Thranduil requests his son’s presence. Visitors have arrived to speak with them both.”

Legolas pulled away reluctantly and inquired, trying not to speak too harshly, “Who has come to speak with us?”

“Culamar of Hyarmenla and Galwyn Mornstar the Pure, sire,” the messenger answered efficiently. “Culamar is here to discuss alliances and Galwyn has a warning of sorts, your majesty.” Legolas saw the messenger look around to see if anyone was listening in before he turned towards them again and explained, “King Nerudil was not willing to ask for his brother’s help defending Hyarmenla, so his son has come in his stead.” The messenger then glanced around him once more, and finally continued, “As for Galwyn’s news, all she would say without you present is that she has foreseen something she’s feels you should be informed of.”

Legolas sighed. This news seemed urgent and would therefore, pull him away from Saelia. He hung his head and rubbed his neck before looking up to the messenger and stating, “I will be in my father’s throne room shortly.” The messenger nodded and the prince thanked him as he went on his way.

“I am sorry for all of this,” Legolas apologized as he stood. He brought Saelia up with him and took her hand in his; gently giving it a fraction of the kiss they had been so close to sharing only moments earlier. “May we continue this conversation later?”

Saelia smiled as Legolas kissed her hand; though, she was a bit disappointed. “Of course,” she replied, knowing that she would never turn down a chance to see him again. “I shall look forward to it.”

“Thank-you,” he responded. “Now, why don’t you prepare for tonight. Your friends will be arriving shortly. I will try my best to join you all after your meal. For some dancing, perhaps?”

Saelia laughed as she playfully retorted, “A meal sounds wonderful. And dancing as well? I have never been treated to such an extravagant evening before.”

A smile crossed Legolas handsome face. He then bowed before saying, “I shall look forward to it.”

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

Legolas made his way down the hall, thoughts of Saelia stirring up his soul. He could not wipe the smile off his face, and he couldn’t imagine it getting any bigger, until he saw someone he did not expect. He halted in his tracks, and rubbed his eyes, wondering if a spell had been cast upon his vision. “Isirith?” He asked out lout. “Is that you?”

A female came out from the shadows of the stone corridor that led from the garden to the palace. She had dark brown hair and stood some inches below the prince. She looked around before striding towards him. As she neared him, her arms opened and she greeted him with a friendly hug. “Legolas it is so good to see you,” she spoke, excitedly yet quietly.

“I knew it was you,” Legolas said, lowering his voice. “Are you here with Culamar?”
“He does not know I am here,” she confessed. “I found out he was leaving and followed him. Prior to seeing his caravan heading out, I had not been informed of his visit here. And besides, I couldn’t resist seeing you again, dear cousin.”

“Well then,” Legolas retorted. “I am happy to have you here. I am going to my father’s throne room. Would you care to join me?”

“No, Culamar is there,” she answered. “I will make my presence here known to him soon, but not yet. I wish you well in your discussion.”

“Then, may I suggest an alternative to occupy your time?” Legolas asked before Isirith turned to leave. She nodded, signaling for him to continue. “Saelia has friends coming over tonight. She’s in her room preparing for their arrival. I’m sure she would love to see you again. Perhaps you could join her. That is, if you want to.”

“Sounds engaging,” Isirith replied. With that, they both went on their way. Legolas was deeply pleased to see his cousin again. Isirith was dear to him, and he sincerely hoped that his father would aid Hyarmenla.

He made his way up the palace steps, and entered the large hall, where candles lit the path to the King’s throne room. Legolas had seen many walk down the same hall as he, but they were filled with fear or awe. To Legolas, the sight of this hall only reminded him of the responsibilities of his title, and the burdens that came with them. Earlier this evening, he had been thinking of spending time with Saelia. Now he had to come back to the real world and take part in what would eventually become his life: Politics. How he both enjoyed and dreaded all that that word entailed.

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

Saelia had strolled down the hall, an obvious skip in her step. Though she wished to have spent more time with Legolas, the promise of seeing him again always comforted her. Now she was in her room, getting ready for Angon and Roux to arrive. She was happy that Legolas had invited them. As she was choosing a dress, a realization suddenly hit her. This would be the first time they would be together in a whole new environment. Though the village and palace neighbored each other, they were both entirely two different worlds. She had never been one for rules and manners, but after being taken in by King Thranduil, those things had become mandatory in her life.

“Things will be fine,” she reassured herself out loud. “You’re just overreacting. Roux and Angon don’t care if you are refined. Just be yourself.” She fingered through the dresses in her closet as she tried to calm herself down.

“I like that one,” she heard a voice say. She then turned and met two familiar, violet eyes. “Good to see you, Saelia.”

Saelia smiled as she hugged the woman and replied, “It is good to see you as well, Isirith.”

briari

Angon heard her brother leave, and sighed. Her brother had finally fallen in love, and of course it had to be with a woman who has given her heart to another. Angon felt her heart break a little for her brother, for she had seen the love in Saelia and Legolas' eyes when they looked at each other, and knew that her brother had no chance.
Deciding to let nature take it's course, and hoping that Roux would find love elsewhere, Angon concentrated on getting ready for the evening.

The sky was turning shades of pink, blue and purple, when Angon and Roux arrived at the gate. Angon waited as her brother gave the guards their names, and was secretly delighted by the attention of the guards. She had been hoping that she had chosen the right outfit, to maybe catch someone's eye.
After much deliberation, she had chosen a flowing gown of dark green and gold. She wore her emerald headband and gold and emerald necklace, earrings and armband. She contimplated for awhile on if she should wear her hair up or down, and settled on a little of both. She set her hair in loose curls, and loosely pulled the sides up, and with her subtle makeup, she even had to admit that she looked more than presentable for her first offical meeting with the Prince and his Captain.
As the gates opened, she took her brother's elbow. She looked at the set of his jaw, and squeezed his arm.
"Please try to have some fun tonight dear brother." she smiled at him, and watched his handsome face transform as he smiled at her.
"I will. For you." he squeezed her arm back.

She had been surprised when she had seen him before they left that evening, for he had washed his hair and set it in a new braid, but had worn his street clothes, and though clean, were not really acceptable for meeting royality. But Angon had bit her lip, and decided that it was nice that Roux didn't feel the need to impress anyone, and that made her feel somewhat proud of her brother.

Now, as they stood in the large entrance of the palace, Angon felt both excited and nervous, as they waited for Saelia to join them.

Culamar

Culamar looked up when he heard the doors open to the throne room. He had been waiting for Legolas' arrival for some time, so when he saw his dear cousin he slightly grinned and reached out to hug the Elven Prince.
"Its good to see you again, Legolas." Culamar said and then let go of him.
"It is good to see you as well." Legolas replied. "How is your father?"
"As stuborn as ever I am afraid. He refuses to speak with uncle Thranduil. I do not know what has gotten into him." Culamar shook his head and then heavily sighed. "We are in the midst of ruin, Legolas, we need your father's help."
"What is going on?" Legolas asked in heed when he saw his cousin's downcast eyes.
"Our men are growing restless at the ever growing failure of our armies. There has been much talk of mutuny that has even reached my own ears. I fear that if something is not done soon we will lose Hyarmenla- by our own men or by the enemy just the same."
"And what can Mirkwood do to stop this?" Legolas narrowed his eyes.
"We need hope, Legolas- any hope right at this point. I was hoping somehow that Mirkwood could provide that? We are at the end of our rope, please, I beg you- help us."

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Isirith

Isirith looked longingly at Saelia for a moment. "You love my cousin, do you not?" She questioned.
Saelia took a deep breath. "Is it that obvious of the way I feel?"
"It is I am afraid. I see it in your eyes." Isirith pointed out.
Saelia shook her head and looked at Isirith. "And what do you make of it?"
"I love you as a sister, Saelia, you know that. I do believe you and my cousin should be together- but I am afraid I do not understand it either." Isirith said truthfully.
Saelia looked at the Amerlyn Elf and softly shook her head. "Isirith- I know how you feel about love and men- but is there perhaps something you underestimate? Not every man is so cold as you believe them to be."
Isirith half huffed. "I am tired of being told what to do and made to feel so inferior! I love my brother and my father- do not get me wrong, but they do not understand me. Seiro does not even understand me! They treat me as a weakling just because I am a woman, I hate it, Saelia- I truly do. It is for this reason that I do not believe in love- and honestly I do not comprehend how you do." She looked up with confusion in her eyes.
Saelia sighed and reached over and hugged Isirith. "It shall be alright- I promise you this."

Soon enough Saelia and Isirith appeared in the courtyard- Isirith was not quite sure what to expect.

As two of the guards dropped away from the gate and walked either side of Roux and Angon the clanking of their armour echoed off the walls of the small courtyard that they found themselves being led into. The courtyard itself was easily the size of Roux and Angon’s house and although the stone was mined from a normal quarry it appeared almost white in the torchlight. Roux had to admit, if only to himself that he was both excited and in awe – and only in part at the thought of seeing Saelia again. The joy on Angon’s face was obvious. Her smile was as bright as he had ever seen it as her head turned and twisted; drinking in what little detail there was in the courtyard. Tonight was her night, when she would hopefully get the chance to talk to Captain Galathilion. In fact, if Saelia had anything to do with it – and Roux had no doubt that she would – then the meeting between Angon and the Captain was guaranteed to happen. That way the path was clear for her and Legolas, Roux thought glumly.

The courtyard gave way to what appeared to be a small garden that contained more colourful blooms and contorted trees than Roux had ever seen before. Angon’s eyes looked like they were about to explode. “Surely this can’t be another courtyard?” Angon hissed excitedly. Roux smiled and went to speak but stopped dead in his tracks. Dressed in a rich blue dress that although clashed with her deep brown eyes, she looked beautiful. Saelia spread an earnest, honestly delighted smile between Roux and his sister before heading forth to greet them.

“I’m so glad that you could make it!” Saelia said, closing the gap between them so that Roux’s breath may catch upon her. Should he bow? In polite company, was there a proper way to greet Saelia?

“There was never any question as to whether or not we would come!” Angon squealed delightedly, squeezing Roux’s arm. Saelia laughed richly, placing her hand gently on Angon’s forearm herding her gently around.

“Angon, Roux, I would like you to meet Isirith. Isirth is the daughter of King Nerudil, and Legolas’ cousin.” Even mentioning Legolas’ name caused Saelia’s voice to waver.

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” Turning his attention away from Saelia, Roux found himself a little taken aback looking at Isirith. She was definitely an elf, although something about her seemed… different, somehow. He could tell that Angon was thinking the same. It was only then that Roux noticed that Isirith’s hand was extended toward him, her cat like face bearing an expectant smile. Roux found himself moving before he knew what it was that he was doing. The daughter of a King, Legolas’ cousin... Taking her hand as gently as he was able in his own, Roux slowly bent over and planted the softest of kisses on her knuckles. Slowly Roux let go of her hand and rose, a questioning look on his face. Isirith’s smile was as mysterious as her origins. Since no guards had attempted to manhandle him out of the castle, he had to assume that he hadn’t done too badly. “I hope you do not think of me as rude,” Isirith said smoothly, “but I must go and speak with my brother. Hopefully we will get the chance to talk later.” Both Roux and Angon dipped their heads as Isirith turned to go. As she turned, Saelia touched her arm causing Isirith to stop and look at her sideways.

“Good luck.” Saelia said gently. Isirith smiled again mysteriously before going on her way, her every step possessed of a regal grace. Amongst such people, Saelia, Isirith – even Angon looked like a princess – Roux felt desperately out of place. “Well then,” Saelia said, returning her attention to the siblings, “Would you like a tour of the palace?”

“That would be lovely, thank you Saelia.” Angon said. “Are there many guests here tonight?” Saelia started to walk toward the main doors to the palace, which towered imperiously over them.

“Isirith is here with her twin brother, Culamar. I believe that the King is about to chair a meeting with Legolas and some other dignitaries.” Saelia said with a sly smile. “So there are likely to be other important guests here.”

“So there is no-one else here that you know of?” Roux smiled to himself, taking great pains to ensure that Angon didn’t see him.

“Were you expecting someone else?” Saelia said innocently.

“You both know perfectly well who I am referring to!” Angon said, letting go of Roux’s arm and placing a hand on her hip. Saelia laughed gently as the guards stood to attention, lining the path into the palace. The main entrance was again spacious with very little in the way of decoration. Another door sat at the back of the cold stone room, whilst a sturdy looking staircase ran up to a balcony. There appeared to be room enough to manoeuvre an army in the hall, which had to have been a consideration of the architect.

“I believe the Captain will be joining us later.” Saelia said, with a musical mirth to her voice. “As they moved through the hall, the footfalls echoes felt like heartbeats in his ears. He would never have believed that somewhere so detached from nature could be so silent.

“Isirith seems nice.” Roux said, grasping for conversation. “She looks a bit different though.”

“Roux!” Angon said, swatting her brother’s arm. Roux could feel his face colour, as Saelia turned to look at him without pausing to guide them along the hall.

“I mean she doesn’t look like us... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause offence, she just...” Saelia’s laugh cut Roux short, echoing around the hall in a chorus.

“She is an Amerlyn elf. If you want to know any more about the Amerlyn, I suggest asking Isirith herself,” Saelia said as her smile bloomed wider, “but you may want to choose your words a little more carefully.”

“Yes... of course...” Roux said lowly.

“So Saelia, will you have a chance to talk with the Prince tonight?” Angon said with a delighted smile. Saelia stopped in her tracks and turned toward Angon, the delight obvious on her face.

“After we eat, he may join us to dance.” Roux groaned audibly, but was cut short by Angon as she looped her arm through his once more reminding him where he was. Saelia looked quizzically at Roux, but Angon jumped in to explain.

“Roux positively despises dancing.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Always has since he was a child.”

“I am sure that you are an elegant dancer Roux. Would you like to dance with me later?” Roux felt his throat go dry. He wasn’t sure if it was his greatest dream or worst nightmare.

“I do not think that is such a good idea.” Angon said quickly. “Roux gets very self-conscious and in the company of strangers? No, not a good idea at all.” She said firmly. Roux glared at Angon, which seemed utterly lost on his elder sibling. Although unsure of whether or not she had just done him a favour, he did not like having decisions made for him.

“That is a shame.” Saelia said slowly, glancing between the siblings. She went to continue, but the familiar soft clanking of armour filled the air and the three of them turned to see the cause. A tall woman walked slowly toward them, boxed in by four guards. Tall and slim, her blonde hair seemed to shine even in the inadequate torchlight. “Would you excuse me a moment?” Saelia said, already walking toward the woman.

“Of course.” Angon said to Saelia’s back as she hurried toward the woman. Although Saelia’s movements did not have all the elegance of Isirith, it had an earthy charm all of its own, Roux thought to himself. “I wonder if the Captain is here yet!” Angon said excitedly, trying to peer around the next corridor that seemed to lead endlessly into the Palace. Saelia seemed deep in conversation with the blonde elf who seemed to exude a radiance that Roux had never seen before, even in royalty. She seemed as dark as a shadow next to Saelia though.

“Oh Roux!” Angon said, stepping into his field of vision. Torn out of himself, Roux came to with a start.

“What?” Roux said, tensing his shoulders.

“Some things are out of our control, my dear brother.” Angon said, squeezing his arm again gently. “Although we do not always choose what we want or like, sometimes things are, well, just not meant to be. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” Roux’s eyes narrowed and he turned his head slightly away from his sister. He was fairly sure he knew what she was speaking of, but he was going to make her say it.

“What are you trying to say?”

“Nothing, it’s just...” Angon looked at him dead in the eye, a small smile slipping onto her face. “Isirith is a very beautiful elf, isn’t she?” Roux’s head began to spin.

“I suppose so.” Roux said slowly, trying to gauge her reaction. “For a princess.”

“That doesn’t mean anything!” Angon said dismissively. “Just look at the Captain and I. He is a high ranking advisor to the King and Saelia is sure that he will like me.”

“Firstly, you’ve barely even spoken to him before.” Roux said flatly. “Secondly, the Captain isn’t a member of the Royal family. Just like Saelia.” The smile fled from Angon’s face as he finished speaking. Saelia made her way back toward them with the visitor to the Palace, still surrounded by the guards.

“We will talk of this later.” Angon whispered to Roux before turning to greet Saelia and her friend with a smile. Roux could feel himself tense up all over, the way he did everytime he had a fight with Angon. He tried to relax and smile, but he felt like a cornered bear, ready to pounce. He only hoped that he could put the fight off until they were far away from the refinery of the Palace...

'Halt! Who goes there?' The harsh command rang out into the darkness, halting Ari in her tracks. 'Refreshments.' She replied cheerfully. It had been great luck for her to run into a maid on her way to the kings chamber - two drops of a sleeping drought in each drink for the guards would make her job much easier.
The soilders guarding the door glanced at each other, then each took a drink. 'Many thanks.' She watched as they each took a long gulp, smiling slightly as their eyes glazed over and their breathing deepend. They slid to the ground with a clank as their armour hit the stones. She froze for a second, then satisfied it had not raised an alarm, placed her metal tray on the ground before sliding past them and into the room.

The king, hearing the door open, turned to face her as the door opened, closing behind her. 'Yes?' He said pleasently, smiling at her. 'Your daughter wishes to speak with you.' Ari said smoothly, keeping her eyes lowered. 'Well, can it wait? I was just about to leave for a meeting.'
'She says it's very urgent.' The king sighed, then smiled again. 'All right. Go ahead of me and tell Legolas I'll be a tad late.'
'Yes, sire.'

She watched him walk over to the door, and, once his back was turned, picked up a vase off the dresser next to her. She brought it down on his head with all her might, watching him crumple to the ground, unconsious. She bent over, pulling out the small dagger she had carefully concealed in her shoe. Walking over to the motionless form of King Thranduil, she knelt beside him, pressing the dagger to his throat. One, quick slice. That's all it takes. He won't even know. She told herself firmly, trying to gain the courage to do what she knew she had to. One life is all it takes, and then my father will finally love me.
A shout caught her attention as her head jerked up. She was discovered. If I kill him now, I'll never have a chance. No, I'll just have to wait. Jumping to her feet, she ran over to the lone window in the room, peering out. She could see soilders running across the courtyard, far below. Throwing open the window, she climbed onto the ledge as the door opened, and a young man entered the room. 'Father!' He cried, kneeling beside King Thranduil. Then, hearing a noise as she gently dropped onto the roof, he looked up, locking eyes with her. He leapt to his feet, racing towards the window. 'You there! Stop!'

She ignored the shouts as she scurried along the roof, being careful not to slip on the tiles. It was a long fall to the ground.
By now a crowd had gathered in the courtyard, and it was with a sinking heart she realised the chances of her getting out of this where growing slimmer by the second. She glanced over her shoulder. The man had climbed out after her, followed closely by thirteen soilders.

Reaching the end of the roof, she peered over the edge. The was a stable beneath her - if she dropped onto that roof, she could swing inside. By the time the soilders arrived, she would be changed back into her old clothes. Holding tightly to the edge of the roof, she carefully lowered herself over, dangling a few feet away from the stable roof. 'Stop!' The man was only a few feet away as she let go, falling onto the stable roof with a crash. One thing she had not counted on was the fact the stable roof wasn't quite as sturdy as it looked, and with a loud cracking noise, the roof below her gave way.

She screamed as she fell, landing in a large pile of hay with a thud that left her feeling dizzy. Getting to her feet, she ran over to the door, closing it then locking it as quickly as she could. Luckily for her, all the stable hands had ran out to see what the commotion was about, so she was quite alone as she changed as quickly as she could.

The door shuddered as the soilders tried to get in, but the sturdy oak lock held firm. She completed her outfit by tucking her hair up in cap, then hid the maid clothes in the manure pile. As the door flew open, she leapt into an empty horse stall, curling up in a ball as if she had been asleep the whole time. One of the soilders grabbed her by the arm and roughly shook her.

'All right, all right, I'm awake! I was only asleep for a few seconds, I swear!' She whined, sounding every bit like a lazy stable boy. 'Oh! How can I 'elp you?'
'Has anyone come through here in the past few minutes?' The soilder asked, fooled by her disguise and voice. 'I told you, I was asleep.' She replied. 'Must be a very heavy sleeper to sleep through that racket.'
'Yeah, my mum - rest her soul - always said I snored like King Thranduil.' She replied. The soilder grinned as he cuffed her on the head. 'None of your cheek, now. Isn't it time you get back to work?' She scrambled to her feet, saluting smartly. Then, grabbing an empty water bucket, she strolled out, whistling a jaunty tune. When she was out of sight, she dropped it, running off. So that didn't work. Mabye I just need to try it from a new angle. She grinned as an idea crossed her mind. Perfect. Watch out, King Thranduil.

Day was turning into night, yet life was still abundant within the palace and throughout the village of Mirkwood. The young prince’s smile had been worn away, and a solemn expression was etched into the core of his eyes. Another threat had arrived, only this time, it had been all too close. He now stood with Culamar and a small gathering of guards in his father’s chambers.

“How did she get away?” He inquired, his voice shaking in anger as he stood to face the line of guards. A long silence ensued, only to be interrupted by the faint echoes of footsteps throughout the palace. Legolas buried his face in his hands, wearied by his failed chase after the assassin. Gently, Culamar laid his hand upon his cousin’s shoulder before slowly returning it to his side. This caused Legolas to look up. He smiled weakly at his cousin’s gesture before turning to face the guards once more.

“We went to the stables where she had fallen,” one answered as he stepped out from the line. The other guards’ shoulders fell in relief when he answered. The soldier that stepped out was trying to remain composed, but his lips quivered in the presence of the prince. Though Legolas was respected and usually quite friendly, the guards knew better than to underestimate his fury. “I found only a stable boy there, sleeping, no less.”

Legolas sighed, and with Culamar present, he tried greatly to steady his rage. “A stable boy sleeping. Shall I tell you what I am thinking or not?”

“No sire,” the guard replied sheepishly in understanding. “That is not necessary.”

“It’s alright,” Legolas spoke as he walked to the side of his father’s bed. He looked down upon him and kneeled. Taking his father’s hand into his own, he shut his eyes, unable to see his father hurt. He glanced over to the guard, staring gravely at him. “You have learned from this. Just make sure it does not happen again. You may go now.” The guard nodded in response before leading the line out of the king’s bedroom.

Once they were alone, Culamar approached the end of Thranduil’s bed. He lowered his head in respect before looking toward Legolas. “I have a feeling he will be fine. I understand you want to be alone now, though, so we can save our discussion for later.”

“No, you came here to talk of important matters. I cannot push that aside. Go, I believe Galwyn the Pure, as well as Captain Galathilion, are waiting in the throne room. I will join you shortly.” Legolas watched as Culamar exited the room. Then, motioning for his father’s handmaiden, he commanded, “Please, have a messenger send word to Saelia. Tell her I may not be able to join her tonight. If she needs me, I will either be with Culamar or at my father’s side.”

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The mood was pleasant as the dining hall was filled with dignitaries chatting, eating, and enjoying the coming night. Many were also dancing in the ballroom connected to the dining hall. Several tables were decorated in preparation for all of the noble family to enjoy. The hall, which is lit by day through its massive stained glass windows, was now charmingly brightened by an array of candles. Various scents flowed through the air, fragrances of fancy foods, expensive perfumes, and cleanliness. Angon seemed to be soaking it all in, and while Roux had taken well to the food, Saelia sensed that something was going on. She had felt an odd tension between the siblings after she had introduced them to Galwyn the Pure. Saelia did not want to say anything, though, and was just glad to have Roux and Angon with her, for she felt more comfortable in their presence than with the others of the royal family.

“She seemed very wise,” Angon observed in reference to Galwyn as her gaze danced around the large room, glancing over every nook and cranny. The concentration she held made her appear as if she was searching for something, or rather, someone.

“Is she here to speak with King Thranduil?” Roux asked; his attempt at small talk somewhat less futile than his sisters.

“Yes, actually, it’s rather interesting,” Saelia answered. “While I was in the garden with…I mean, a messenger came and said Galwyn had foreseen something.”

“Like what?” Angon inquired, genuinely concerned.

Saelia crouched in slightly and spoke softly, “The messenger did not say. He implied that it was very important though. Said that Galwyn thought it was something King Thranduil and Legolas should be quickly informed of.”

“I hope it isn’t about anything dangerous,” Angon responded. “I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to…”

“Enough already!” Roux shouted, his muscles tensing with every cut and stab of his food. “You’re just not going to see him tonight. Get over it!” The hall was silenced for a couple seconds; all eyes shooting stares at their end of the table. After what seemed like an eternity, the music started up again and everyone continued their feasting.

At this, Angon began to fume, her cheeks reddening in anger. She smoothed out her dress, her movements stiff and rigid, and she clenched her teeth in hopes of calming down. Roux dropped his silverware abruptly and started to get up out of his seat.

“Saelia, I have word for you from the prince,” came a voice from behind Roux. Roux stopped in his tracks, sighed and returned to his seat. Roux followed Angon’s lead and gave the messenger his attention as well. “The prince is sad to say that he may not be able to join you and your friends tonight. A murder attempt was made earlier this evening, and the king is now unconscious and lying in his bed. Legolas will either be with his father, or he will be in a meeting with Galwyn Mornstar the Pure, Captain Galathilion, and as I have just been told, Culamar of Hyarmenla.”

Saelia tried to hide her expression for she was not very disappointed, while Angon seemed sad to hear about Galathilion being presently engaged. Saelia had come to understand the responsibilities that Legolas had, and she usually resented them and wished for more time with her friend. Oddly enough, she found herself feeling somewhat relieved. Right now, Roux and Angon were the only people she felt like sharing the evening with.

“Thank-you for delivering the message,” Saelia replied. “If you are able to speak with the prince, tell him I hope his father heals soon.” The messenger nodded and went on his way.

Angon and Roux had forgotten their fight for a few moments as they exchanged looks of concern. “Are you all right?” Angon asked as she put her hand on Saelia’s shoulder.

“I’m fine, actually. I just hope the king is okay,” she responded. “I cannot believe it, though. Another assassin attempt. They have been happening more often lately.”

“Have any been aimed at Legolas?” Roux questioned, an inquisitive look spreading across his face. Angon, who was sitting between her brother and Saelia, elbowed his stomach in disapproval.

“Only a few,” Saelia answered, pretending not to notice Angon’s actions toward Roux. “All the attempts have been in vain, though, for the prince is not an easy target.” This answer did not seem to brighten Roux’s mood anymore, so Saelia thought she would try something else again. Though, deep down, she was doing it to elevate her mood as well.

“I know you already turned me down,” she said as she stood and walked over to Roux, “but I am without a dance partner now. I will only ask you once more, though. Would you like to dance with me?” Roux glanced towards Angon and as he returned his gaze back to Saelia, he seemed to be searching for the right words to say. Saelia then added in a light-hearted manner, “That is, of course, if Angon doesn’t mind. I’m sure there is someone who can fill in for the captain for now.”
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Sorry it’s not the best. Hope you can do something with it!

briari

Angon sighed as she watched Salia and her brother walk off to the dance floor. She knew that Roux was savoring every moment of holding Salia in his arms, but she was worried for his heart, when the music would finally stop, and Salia would again belong to someone else.

She tore her eyes away and glanced around the room. There were many handsome men in the room, and why should she let her efforts at trying to look beautiful go to waste. She caught the eye of a dark haired elf, and he smiled at her. She smiled back, and when he tilted his head toward the dance floor, she nodded.

After a few dances, Angon noticed that Salia and Roux were talking frantically to some guards. As she excused herself from her dance partner, Roux spotted her and waved her over. She rushed to them, and as she approached, her heart tightened. Something was wrong. Something bad had happened. As she reached Roux and Salia, they turned to her, and once she saw their faces, she knew her feelings had been correct.

Isirith

Isirith sighed. She had not meant to lie to Saelia's friends, but she had no intention of talking with her brother. In fact, the only reason she had said anything was due to being a little nervous, that and seeing Seiro walking down the hall near them. She could not afford for him to see her, so she walked and hid with her back turned towards the wall as he walked past and said a few words to Saelia after Roux had walked her to the dance floor. Unfortunately, she could not make out what they were saying. She had hoped they said nothing about her being there.
She had gazed on for a little bit longer until she saw Saelia's face bare worry. Saelia looked distraught for a moment. She said a few words to Roux and Angon and then followed Seiro out of the room.
Isirith took a deep breath as Roux walked over near her. He looked at her oddly before taking a deep breath to speak. "Isirith, its your uncle- he was attacked."
"Wha- is he alright?"
"They believe so. Saelia went to check on him and see how Legolas is doing. She told me to tell you that Culamar is with him right now."
Isirith sighed, she knew she could not check on her uncle as long as Culamar was there. If he saw her he would certainly send her home right away. She looked up at Roux and nodded. "Thank you for telling me."
"Are you going to see him?" Angon questioned.
"I am sure my uncle is getting plenty of attention at the moment. I shall check on him later." She stated as smoothly as possible so that she did not draw attention to herself.

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Culamar

Culamar took a deep breath as Legolas walked into the room where the Amerlyn Elf had been waiting. "Has matters really gone this far Legolas? I did not see whom tried to harm your father but there is this weight that is weighing heavily upon me, what if it was one of my very own people?"
"I do not believe that your father would have sent someone to harm his brother. They may not see eye to eye, but I find it very unlikely." Legolas replied.
"You do but I do not. You did not see the hate in my father's eyes when I mentioned you and your father." He sighed. "Lately my land has been at war with everyone. If it was not my father then I do not underestimate someone framing him for it. Destruction is not far off for Hyarmenla, I can see it in the very near future."
"I do not wish for you to speak like that Culamar! We will find a way to restore the land."
Culamar shook his head. "If I live to be king I am planning on giving Hyarmenla back to Mirkwood where it belongs, I have told no one this- not even my sister."
"But that means-"
"I do not care about being king, Legolas, I only care for the safety of my people. This bitter feud has caused many of them to revolt against my king and my land. They want to return to life the way it was before when Mirkwood and Hyarmenla were one. If possible I will live to see that day." He explained as he looked at his cousin's odd expression. "But I need help Legolas, I cannot do it alone. If my people do not see hope soon all will be lost. I need you to speak to your father for me, please persuade him to end the fighting and aid Hyarmenla, I beg you."
"Culamar you do not know what-"
Just then a knock came upon the door. Legolas sighed and barked a, "Come in!' Seiro and Saelia walked through the door and for a moment Legolas was relieved it was only them.
"Legolas, is your father alright?" She questioned.
"He will be fine after he gets some rest."
Seiro walked towards Culamar. "I must speak with you alone."
"Now?"
He nodded and further whispered. "I saw Isirith at the ball, I believe that Lady Saelia knew she was here."
Culamar raised his head. "I shall take care of it myself later. But right now I have my own business to take care of."

“I would love to dance with you Saelia.” Perhaps it was because he knew that Angon would disapprove or because he knew that Legolas would not be able to make the dance that evening that made Roux accept Saelia’s offer of a dance. Or maybe it was because he would find it hard to deny those soulful brown eyes of anything that they desired. Taking Saelia’s hand Roux awkwardly led her onto the dance floor where the other guests elegantly spun around the room, the bright colours of tunic and dress alike lighting up the room like it were some vibrant garden. Saelia smiled warmly at Roux as she offered up her spare hand that he gently took in his own, as he slowly slipped his arm behind her small waist. Of all the women in the room, Saelia was easily the brightest and the most resplendent.

“Is something wrong Roux?” Saelia asked as the smile slowly dropped from her face. Roux grimaced and let his grip on her waist slide a little.

“I’m not that good a dancer. I’ve hardly ever danced with any of the women from the village and those that I have done with were the little girls that play by the stream. Even they said I was bad.” Saelia laughed gently and grabbed Roux’s elbow, pushing his arm back around her waist.

“Those girls will come to curse their ill chosen words. Besides, you will find it much easier to dance with someone that comes somewhere near your own height.” All the music that played around them seemed little more than a background hum.

“I’ve hardly ever danced with a woman before, much less a princess.” Saelia laughed softly again.

“I am no princess, Roux.”

“You’re the ward of the King and have grown up in the court. Legolas must be like a brother to you.” Roux instantly felt guilty at the comparison, but fought the urge to look down ashamedly at his feet and looked Saelia dead in the eyes, searching for some reaction. “You’re every part the princess save for the bloodline.”

“I hadn’t really thought of it that way before.” Saelia said a little pensively. “Anyway, on the floor station means next to nothing. The only rule is that where the man leads, the woman follows.” Saelia said lightly, smiling at Roux. Roux frowned and looked over at Angon, feeling his mouth go dry.

“Any man in his right mind would give up house and home to follow you.” Roux could feel his heart beating furiously and Saelia seemed to take an eternity to react. Her face seemed to go blank as a canvas before a smile slipped back onto it. Letting go of Roux’s hand she gently brushed her finger down Roux’s nose and laughed musically.

“You say the strangest things Roux. Sweet, but strange.” She said, as her smile began to widen. “Now, should we stand here and talk all night or shall we start dancing? I think that we’re attracting quite enough attention as it is.”

“Oh yes, sorry.” Roux said feeling flustered, glancing around him. He could take the rejection once Saelia had spoken, since he fully expected the hand that Saelia raised to slap across his face.

“Don’t be. I get quite enough attention in the castle as it is; a little more will do me no harm. I suppose that is what comes of being a ‘princess’” Saelia said, sounding amused. “Remember Roux, regardless of who or what I am, you take the lead. For tonight, I am the villager and you are the prince. So, whenever you are ready, your majesty.” Saelia said, backing up slightly before curtseying and dipping her head toward Roux. Smiling a little nervously, Roux counted along to the music, trying to find a good point to begin.

Although Roux noticed some couples having to sharply veer away from them whilst they danced, it wasn’t the tangled mess of feet and apologies that he had expected. Saelia was light on her feet and seemed able to immediately compensate for any slips that Roux made. All too quickly the music had ended and a new tune began, not that they had ever really stopped. Roux suddenly did regret not wearing something more fitting to the ball, but then Saelia must have looked even more radiant standing next to a peasant. As the music wound down, Saelia laughed musically and took a step back from Roux. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” she said with a small smile on her face.

“If you weren’t so nimble, we’d have been on the floor several times.” Roux said, running a hand awkwardly through his hair.

“You’re too critical of yourself Roux.” Saelia said, taking his hand gently in hers. As she spoke, Saelia glanced past Roux and seemed distracted by something. Tearing himself away from Saelia’s touch, Roux glanced behind him and saw some young Elven women who seemed to stop whatever they were motioning toward Saelia and flashed him curt smiles, dipping their heads in unison. Roux frowned to himself and turned back toward Saelia.

“Would you be so kind as to get me a drink, whilst I go and talk to some of my friends Roux?”

“Of course.” Roux said, before heading off toward the tables that lined the edge of the hall. As he made his way between couples who were waiting for the music to start up again, Roux smiled to himself and headed toward the nearest punch bowl. Gently picking up one of the glasses that were impeccably arranged in rows next to the bowl, Roux moved a large spoon that somebody had put in the punch bowl out of the way and dragged the cup through the punch. As he pulled the cup out, Roux moved the cup into his free hands and began to lick the punch off his fingers as he wandered off to find Saelia. As he did so, he caught sight of Angon being led around the floor by a handsome looking elf. As she turned to face him, he gave her a little wave but she seemed to be too caught up in the moment to even notice him; that or she was ignoring him because of his outburst earlier. Angon looked just as refined as any of the ladies of the court, more so in fact. When they were both less busy he would take her to one side and apologise.

Seeing Roux return, Saelia seemed to say her goodbyes quickly and returned to met him at the spot that he had left her. Smiling gently at Roux, Saelia took the cup from him. “What were you talking to your friends about?” Frowning to herself, Saelia moved the cup into her other hand and shook the excess punch from her now free hand.

“Isn’t a lady allowed any secrets?” Saelia said with a teasing smile.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude...” Roux said, stammering slightly.

“I was only teasing you Roux.” Saelia said gently, rubbing his arm like Roux would rub the snout of a horse. “We were actually talking about you.” Roux felt a wave of fear wash over him as Saelia spoke, his eyes staying firmly fixed on Saelia’s face. “There’s no need to look so scared Roux, it was all very pleasant. They all wanted to know about the elf that danced with such energy and wore such simple clothes. Most of the women in the court spend the whole evening preparing their gowns only to be shown up by their partners who wear tunics that are just as exquisite as their own.”

“Oh, I see.” Roux said, feeling only slightly better. Roux went to carry on speaking, but Saelia’s attention was caught by something behind him. Turning around he saw several of the King’s guard approaching, all dressed in the chain and livery of the castle save for the leader of the group who was lacking a helmet and had no weapon visible. As they moved across the ballroom floor, people scattered before them as their chainmail suits rang out like an awkward call to arms.

“Lady Saelia, I need to speak with you.” The leader of the group said as they ground to a halt a few paces away from Roux and Saelia.

“Of course captain.” Saelia said with a pleasant smile. The captain glanced at Roux and then looked back at Saelia.

“Could we speak in private, Lady Saelia?” Looking a little confused for a moment, Saelia glanced over at Roux and then back at the captain.

“Whatever you have to say can be said in front of Roux, captain. He is a dear friend of the royal family.” Roux couldn’t help but smile as Saelia spoke, at both the trust that she vested in him and the half-lie she spun without her face wavering.

“As you wish, Lady Saelia. Do you mind if we head back to the entrance to the ballroom? I can’t help but think that our presence here is ruining the party mood somewhat.”

“Of course. Lead the way captain.” Saelia took up position in the middle of the block of guards and Roux tagged along somewhat sheepishly behind her. As they marched away, the guests seemed to fill the space they left as though nothing had happened. Perhaps court life was full of drama and intrigue like this, Roux thought to himself. If it was, it must be exhausting. As they reached the edge of the ballroom, the guards fanned out just by the entrance with the captain taking his place in the middle and head.

“I don’t want to waste your time any further Lady Saelia, so I shall get straight to the point.” The captain said respectfully. “Prince Legolas has reason to believe that there is more than one assassin at large, whether in the castle itself or in the surrounding countryside.” He continued, in a voice that was little more than a whisper. “Since the Prince is busy with his father he has asked that you lead the task force that is charged with weeding out the assassins.”

“The Prince asked that I find the assassins?” Saelia said, the surprise evident in her voice. The captain merely nodded in response. “Poor Legolas.” Saelia said absently, tapping her finger against her lips. “I should go and see how he is.”

“The Prince has asked to be left alone with his father for the time being.” The captain said his expression unchanging.

“Left alone? From everyone?” Saelia asked.

“He mentioned you specifically, Lady Saelia.” Saelia looked down at the ground, her brown eyes deep in thought.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Roux asked, trying to make her feel a little better.

“That isn’t necessary Roux.” Saelia said, turning her attention to him with a warm smile. “You’re a guest here, not a member of the guard.”

“I want to help Saelia. I want to make sure that the King is safe, just like any good elf would.” Saelia just looked at him for a moment, making Roux feel a little awkward.

“Thank you Roux.” She said, after what felt like an eternity. “Actually, there is something you could do. Captain, is Prince Culamar with Prince Legolas at the moment?”

“The two princes were together when I left them, my Lady.”

“It seems that not everybody is to leave Prince Legolas alone then.” Saelia said, her voice as gentle as ever though her face and body displaying her annoyance. The captain remained silent. Taking Roux’s arm, Saelia led him away a little from the guards. As they walked away Roux caught the captain craning his neck as if it would help him hear what was to be said.

“Roux, I need you to go and tell Isirith what has happened to the King and to inform her that Culamar is with Legolas.” Saelia whispered as she leant in closer toward Roux, her soft lips just a few inches from Roux's face. “Stay with her and make sure that she doesn’t get into any trouble. I love Isirith dearly but she has an inquisitive streak and a stubborn nature that she somehow seems to have inherited from Legolas. If you’re with her she might be less inclined to do anything potentially dangerous and any assassin would think twice before attacking a Princess with such a strong bodyguard.”

“I don’t know if I’m speaking out of turn, but Isirith doesn’t seem to be the sort to take orders from a peasant."

“It’s for her own good. If she questions you, tell her that they are my orders.” Saelia said quickly. “As I’m in charge of finding the assassins and therefore her safety, she has to obey me as long as she is within these walls.”

“But I don’t look very official. Are you sure that she won’t just ignore me?” Roux replied quietly, running a hand through his hair. Saelia went to speak until a smile spread across her face.

“Captain, may I borrow your sword?” The captain slowly walked forward as Saelia turned to face him, drawing his sword out of its scabbard and handing it to Saelia. Perhaps he was used to the strange demands of the royalty. “Kneel.” Saelia said, grinning at Roux. Glancing around himself as if every eye were on him, Roux slowly sank to the ground. Tapping the sword on each shoulder, Saelia handed it back to the guard. Looking back up at Saelia, Roux gave her a questioning look. “You may arise, Captain Roux.” Standing slowly, Roux grinned awkwardly whilst scratching the back of his head.

“That is not quite the way in which a Captain is indoctrinated, Lady Saelia.” The captain said in his familiar monotone, returning the sword to its scabbard. “Besides which, I do not believe that your current post allows you to...”

“We could always take up your observations with the Prince, captain.” Saelia said smoothly. “But I do not think that now is an appropriate time. When the King is safe feel free to make your feelings known. Until then, Roux is a captain and your equal and you must treat him as such.” Roux didn’t even dare make eye contact with the elf.

“As you wish Lady Saelia.” Roux may have imagined it, but the captain seemed to trail his sentence away into a sigh before he finished speaking.

“There.” Saelia said, turning away from the Captain. “Now if Princess Isirith challenges you, tell her that you are a Captain and that you must remain with her on my orders.”

“Alright.” Roux said a little awkwardly. Seeing Angon walking away from her dancing partner, Roux waved her over, glad that the attention was about to be shifted away from him. “Do you mind if I tell Angon what has happened?”

“Not at all.” Saelia replied. “Whilst you’re talking to her, I need a word with the captain.” Taking the captain’s arm, Saelia walked back toward the guards that were still stood around the entrance.

“What’s going on? Is everything alright Roux?” Angon asked, spreading her gaze between her brother and the guards at the door.

“Legolas thinks that there are more assassins about and he’s appointed Saelia to find them.”

“Saelia?” Angon asked back. “I mean she seems very able, but I would have thought that there were many soldiers in the castle that are just as capable.”

“Like Galathilion?” Roux said with a smile.

“I wasn’t actually thinking of him at all.” Angon said quietly.

“Angon, I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to be rude about Galathilion.”

“It’s alright Roux.” Angon said with a small smile. “Maybe I shouldn’t have lectured you about Saelia.”

“You know, I’m a Captain now.” Roux said with a grin.

“A Captain? But... how?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later.”

“I’ve had a word with the captain and he will be taking me to see the Prince.” Saelia said, approaching the siblings. “So I’m afraid I will have to leave you for now. I’ve had one of the guards tell the maids to prepare rooms for you for the night. You’ll both be in the wing with Princess Isirith and Prince Culamar. I’m sure that Roux will tell you why if he hasn’t already.” Saelia said with a smile to Angon. Roux looked over at the Captain and grinned, wondering what Saelia said to force him into taking her to see Legolas. Seeing his grin the Captain, in an uncharacteristic shift from his dour regimentation, rolled his eyes at Roux before Saelia turned around once more to face him. “I’ll come and find you before the night is out.” Saelia said over her shoulder as the soldiers fell into line around Saelia. “Lead the way, Captain.” Roux couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the Captain as the block of guards marched out of the hall.

“I wonder what’s going on?” Angon said, watching as the last of the guards walked out of the wide ballroom door. “The Prince obviously cares for Saelia, yet he has put her in a position that may end up with her coming face to face with an assassin. That seems a little strange, don’t you think?” Angon said to Roux. Roux shrugged back.

“Perhaps he recognises her skill and knows that she would want to help at a time like this. We all know that she would delight in serving Legolas in any way that she could.” Roux finished off somewhat glumly. Angon smiled at her brother and rubbed his hair playfully, something that she hadn’t done since they were children. The two of them just stood and grinned at each other before Roux caught sight of Isirith in the corner of his eye. “I have to go and talk to Princess Isirith. Don’t feel like you have to come along though, that handsome elf I saw you with might like another dance.”

“I’d rather come along.” Angon said, linking her arm through Roux’s. “Besides, I’m not really in the mood for dancing anymore.”

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Galwyn walked slowly through the passageway of the castle, drinking in the details of every bit of architecture as she went. She had spent much of the last few hours waiting for her time with the King, watching as Galathilion, Culamar and even Saelia who seemed to breeze right in past her had their turn with him whilst she was forced to keep waiting. The vision that she had would not wait, not even for royal protocol.

As she made her way into the wing of the Royal Family, Galwyn braced herself as the guards turned to face her. “I am sorry my Lady, but the King…” The words seemed to freeze on the guards lips as Galwyn walked smoothly by, his face at first frozen and then returning to normal as though nothing had happened. The waiting room before the King’s chambers seemed to be empty, so Galwyn did not even break in her stride as she walked toward the bedroom of the King. As she neared the door she could just make out muffled voices behind it. Gently taking the handle to the door, Galwyn turned it and pushed it open ever so slowly.

Standing either side of the bed, Prince Legolas and Captain Galathilion looked down at the form of the King as he rested murmuring to each other in low voices. Galwyn couldn’t help but think how strange it was that not only the Prince but a Captain were watching the King as he rest, despite the current danger – much less conversing as he tried to recover. She opened the door only as far as she needed it to slip inside and slowly made her way to the foot of the King’s bed. As she neared him a serene smile spread over her face at the ruler who looked so very gentle, yet vulnerable. The smile slowly fled as she felt something that something was very wrong. “He is dead, isn’t he?”

The Prince and Captain Galathilion spun around, the Captain’s hand going instinctively for his sword. Prince Legolas moved swiftly around toward Galwyn, the anger evident on his face. “I asked not to be disturbed. What are you doing here?” He asked, his head turning toward the open door searching for an answer.

“I must ask your forgiveness as the nature of my vision would wait no longer. I slipped past the guards by using magic. I did not mean to intrude upon your grief,” Galwyn said, pausing for a moment, “but I did not know that the King had passed.” She said, making her statement sound almost like a question. Legolas shot a look at the Captain, before returning his gaze to Galwyn.

“I… do not know how it happened.” Legolas said, finding the words difficult to say. “He passed away only a few hours ago, seemingly in his sleep.” Making her way past Legolas, Galwyn stood by the side of the bed looking down at the body of the King.

“Even the ageless cannot always escape death.” Galwyn said, returning her gaze to Legolas. “It must have been his time to go. Perhaps it was his time to move on.”

“Or he may have been poisoned.” Galathilion said, somewhat gruffly.

“Why has nobody been told of the King’s passing?” Galwyn asked Legolas.

“If this wasn’t the work of the assassin that tried to kill my father earlier, then as long as he thinks that the King is alive we still have a chance to capture him. If he discovers that he is dead, we might lose him forever.” Walking to the side of Galwyn, Legolas placed his hand gently upon his father’s arm. “The least that I can do is find whoever is responsible for this.”

“Who else knows about this?”

“Only myself,” the Captain answered, “and you now, as well.” Galathilion finished, fixing Galwyn with a meaningful look.

“At a time like this you should have your friends with you.” Galwyn said, resting her arm upon Legolas’. “Surely Saelia would be safe enough to tell? What of Culamar and Isirith?”

“They would all want to talk about it and… I can’t. Not now.” Legolas said, closing his eyes and dropping his head further. “I have the defence of the kingdom, finding the assassin and looking after the people of Mirkwood without having to worry about endless talk.”

“How long will you need? A King may be bedridden for a week, maybe two, but after that questions will be asked. Do you think that those who know you the best will not know that something is wrong?”

“Saelia is busy trying to find make-believe assassins.” Legolas said dismissively, walking back around to the head of the bed, letting Galwyn’s hand drop from his arm. “I managed to deal with her today, so why shouldn’t I in the days to come? If I can deal with Saelia then I can keep my cousins away from the King’s chambers with ease. I just need some time and then the announcement will be made. I ask you, as a favour to Mirkwood, that you don’t tell anyone about my father’s passing.” Galwyn looked lost in thought for a moment and she walked away from the King’s bed, toward a thin arrow-slit that passed as a window.

“Perhaps this vision that I had was merely to draw me to Mirkwood.” Galwyn said distractedly, looking out over the treetops that stretched as far as the eye could see. “Like a torch draws a moth to the flame, I find myself in Mirkwood but I cannot help but wonder – was the vision a warning that came too late, or merely a tool to draw me into a greater intrigue?” Turning back toward Legolas, Galwyn smiled briefly before heading toward the door. “Your secret is not mine to tell, King Legolas,” Galwyn said pointedly, “Although I will warn you that some lies, despite your intention, will only cause pain to those around you.”

“Thank you Galwyn.”

“If you have need of me, I will be in my quarters thinking upon my true purpose in Mirkwood. If you have any need of me, please feel free to contact me. If the vision was just to draw me to Mirkwood, then I have a feeling that darker days yet lie ahead.”

Daizy

A flashback from weeks past

Galwyn had been in the area surrounding Rivendell gathering tea leaves for Arwen’s special brew. The morning had been gaily spent. At one point, the lady had even tossed her fine-woven slippers aside and dipped her feet into a cool, slow flowing stream. She had eaten soft white cheese studded with candied bits of nuts, hard crusted robust bread, and finished it off with a small flask of spiced cider.

Not long after noon, shadows flooded the eyelids of the Elfin lady. She wandered within her own subconscious; the initial stages of a waking sleep. It always began the same way. Visions came fast, unexpected and for her, usually remembered in their entirety. Dreams were of a different nature. They changed unexpectedly, rarely with an air of reality or value and more often than not, blithe in their undertone. Galwyn seldom had the latter and even when she thought they were simple dreams, chances were that they were true sendings. For she could not remember ever having dreamed a dream of no consequence. So, Galwyn opened her mind and watched the events unfold before her inner eye.

From above the treetops, Galwyn could see almost the entire region of Mirkwood. The trees themselves, some aged more than the oldest elves, seemed to shake with a palpable anxiety. Galwyn remembered learning of the trees from her uncle, Lord Elrond. Gnarled Oaks bore acorns and generously spread shade. Graceful Willows swayed softly at stream banks and stalwart Pines of varying types grew in large bunches. Slim Rowans (often called mountain Ash,) Elders and Junipers all bore edible berries used frequently for fine wines. Galwyn saw them all and then some. Directly before her, a solitary tree with golden flowers shone above the rest, but the glow was not a brightness. This tree cast a blood red shadow and was rimmed in darkness. This lone Laburnum tree was hideously beautiful and also full of deadly poison.

Her subliminal could vividly recall that the tree was toxic. Of this, Galwyn had no doubt. At one time, Men had taken to shaping arrows and spears of their wood and wearing thick gloves of animal hides to stop the poison from touching their skin. But even with the proper precautions, many soldiers died and the laburnum weapon-making was put to an end. Her mind relaxed once more, back into the vision.

In the distance Mirkwood palace loomed. All was abandoned. The structure shone with the same inner light of the tree, outlined in black and shadows of red. There was a bright flash and then darkness once more.

In a split second, she knew the meaning of the sending. It was a grim vision of the fall of Mirkwood’s Royal Family. There could be no other explanation... Galwyn vowed then and there that she would stop its’ coming if she could.

~*~*~*~

Present Day- A meeting with King Legolas

Galwyn had spent her evening in one of the luxurious guest quarters of the palace. Though she would have much rather been out in the forest, she brushed aside the feelings of loosing her connection with nature for fear of something terrible happening within the palace in her absence. She thought deeply on many things: recent events, the conversation with her alienated mother, her own vision, and the indistinct, pulsing aura of the region of Mirkwood. She fell asleep that night, dreaming no dreams and mentally preparing herself for a middle of the night summons from the more-than-prince and still less-than-king, Legolas.

Her instincts proved to be right, for an hour before dawn, there was a timid, yet urgent rapping at the wooden door of her quarters. Galwyn pulled a dressing gown quickly over herself and answered the door. There was a tall, handsome, blond-haired Elf, most undeniably of high standing in the Mirkwood militia, with a small bit of parchment in his hand. Legolas shows wisdom in sending a well-trained officer rather than a foot soldier to deliver this message.The Elf bowed and handing Galwyn the paper.

“Milady Mornstar, I am Maro, Lt. Commander of the Elfin Guard. His Highness wishes your presence as soon as possible in the Royal Library in the east wing. His Highness expresses a certain firmness about what he said was “the matter at hand.” He assured me that you would know of what he speaks.”

“Indeed sir, thank you for your promptness and please relay to the,” Galwyn paused, catching herself from calling him king, “prince that I will be in the library within the hour.”

“I shall. Milady.” He bowed his head in respect, turned on his heel and walked swiftly down the corridor.

Galwyn quickly washed in a stone basin and dressed in a white gown. Putting her hair up with the only clip she had brought along with her, she glided through the hallways to the library.

“Your Majesty,” Galwyn bowed low as she entered. It was still early morning, and as of yet, only the soldiers were up and about their duties.

“Please, you mustn’t address me as such. I am a only prince, an heir just like you.”

“You have had no coronation or officially been presented to your people as king, but Elfin propriety dictates all. You are king and of higher standing than I.”

“But you promised-”

“No, my Lord. I promised only to tell no one of your ascension. When in private, I must address you as King Legolas of Mirkwood.”

“Please, Galwyn. Less than a day ago, we were equals, you and I. Friends, even... You, Arwen and I all had similar childhoods and though our three lands are far apart, we would always find an excuse to visit each other in early spring as soon as the snow had melted.” He paused looking her in the eyes, “Do you remember?”

She looked away, choosing instead to fix her gaze out of the window on the coming sunrise. “Of course, my Lord. The three of us spent many days dodging our guards and attendants on tedious expeditions and creating counterfeit summons from our respective domains.”

Legolas touched her arm and smiled. “I am still the same Legolas, who in his youth became stuck in the tall trees of Lothlorien for fear of falling from the perilous heights and the same Legolas who nearly tore apart his own palace in order to help a noble visiting princess find her favorite jeweled hair clip when the entire time it was holding her fair locks in place.”

“I had forgotten of that...” Galwyn smiled, her hand reached to the back of her head where the same golden clip was fixed. “This is difficult for me. You showed a certain disdain for me when I entered your father’s chambers. How can I still call you friend?”

“My behavior was unacceptable, but I was taken over with grief of my father’s passing. I am honored to still call you my friend and hope for your forgiveness.”

Galwyn’s face lit up as she smiled, kissing her childhood friend on the cheek. “All is forgiven, on one condition.”

“You are not one to place terms on camaraderie. Either you jest, or the news you hold is grave indeed.”

“The latter...” Galwyn paused and spoke softly as she related her vision to the prince.

Legolas sat with his head resting in his hands. He was silent, but Galwyn noticed that a pool of tears had begun to form beneath him on the table’s hard surface. She touched him lightly and spoke once more.

“I need for you to take care in all that you do. The meaning of my vision was clear to me, even in the beginning. I knew it was of an assassination, within the royal family. I had hoped to arrive before anything happened but was too late. My only hope now is to see this time of grief through with you and-”

Galwyn’s voice was cut off as her body went rigid. She fell from her chair, collapsing onto the stone floor. Legolas leapt from his place and caught her head before it hit the floor. He had seen Galwyn fall into the waking sleep before and knew that he would have to wait her vision out. What seemed ages later, Galwyn opened her eyes to see Legolas looking down at her. She sat up instantly. “What is the date? The time?”

“The same day. The sun has risen fully now. No more than an hour after dawn.”

She took a deep breath. “You are being hunted Legolas. There is one who wishes you dead. Someone with a thirst for praise.”

“What?” He asked, shocked.

“My vision. It was the same as the last, except there was more at the end. The palace was not abandoned as before. It was littered with the bodies of Elves and Men as if a great battle had been fought. The forest floor was stained red and strewn about were weapons and armor of all kinds.”

“We are at war with King Nemetex of Jerenge.”

“Please, do not interrupt, that is not all. At the entrance to the palace, you lay still near the top of the stairs. A king’s crown in one hand and your longbow in the other. Your blood flowed freely down the steps and someone stood over you, yelling into the heavens “I have fulfilled your every wish! Take me back.” I did not see the person’s face.”

“Was he an Elf? A Man? A Dwarf?”

“Not a dwarf. I am sure of that. The person was young, but I could not distinguish if the person was a man or woman.”

“How can I defend myself against such a person? Man or Elf. Male of female! The possibilities are endless. The person could be one of the people I call my friends or a family member. Or some unknown mercenary from Bree or even Rivendell!”

“There was a particular aura around this person. A desperation. As if failure was worse than death...”

“What am I to do?”

“Be ever watchful. This assassin could be anyone.” Galwyn embraced Legolas and looked him straight in the eyes. “For now, my friend, I will stay at your side. Perhaps I will be able to sense your would-be murderer in time for you to be properly crowned. If this person slips by, I will defend you with Vala, aid you with my magic, and if need be, heal you with Nenya. My mother often spoke of it‘s potent magic, though I have never had need of it.”

“Let us hope I have no need for it...” Legolas’ voice was barely above a whisper.

“Indeed.” Galwyn sighed. “For now, you must be a great actor. Go about your daily routine as if everything is the same as it was yesterday. I will be near, delving into minds to find this evil being. Later on, perhaps we should have a converation with the Lady Galadriel...”

Stepping down from her carriage, Ari cooly surveyed the court yard before her before transferring her gaze to the two guards waiting nearby.

"Well?" The one word, spoken in a quiet commanding tone, had it's desired effect - the guards snapped to attention instantly, a small ripple of fear showing on their faces. "If you will follow us, madam."
She strode purposely after them, looking every bit like the queen she was pretending to be.

"Queen Ariani Nemetex, ruler of Jerenge."

A number of heads jerked up at the sound of this. Legolas and a number of others she did not recognize where gathered around a large wooden table, obviously in the middle of a meal.

Ari bowed her head respectfully, which Legolas returned rather reluctantly. "Queen?" In other circumstances, the surprised look on his face - mirrored on the faces of his guests - would have been quite comical.

"My father passed away last week." She replied, her eyes giving away no sign of her lie.

"So, tell me, Queen of Jerenge, why is the ruler of a hostile country visiting us?" Legolas asked as he stood up. She glanced at the guests, then smiled politely.

"I have come here to discuss a peace treaty. I deeply regret this foolishness of my fathers - it destroyed the lives of many of my country men, as well as yours. Thus I would like to put an end to it."

"We have heard nothing of King Nemetex's passing away - nor that you where planning on visiting." A lady sitting near Legolas spoke up.

Ari turned her gaze to the woman. "Yes, it was rather rude of me, and for that I apologize. It was all rather sudden, you see."

"It is quite alright. Would you care to continue this discussion later, perhaps? We are in the middle of lunch, as you can see. You are welcome to join us, or I could have some one show you your rooms - presuming, of course, you are staying with us?" It was an unexpected bonus which she could not turn down.

"Thank you for your generosity - I would be delighted to stay here. But, seeing as I had unfortunate timing, I will leave you alone to finish your meal." She bowed again, then followed the maid out of the room. Mabye this won't be as easy as I thought...

The feasting and dining had come to an end as evening turned into night, and visitors were either escorted out of the palace or were invited to stay in one of the many guest chambers. By this time, Roux and Angon had found find Isirith under Saelia’s orders. Saelia had spoken with Legolas and returned to her room, ready to plan ways to catch assassins for the phony mission the prince had given her. As the sky darkened, allowing villagers to gaze upon the star filled heavens, Mirkwood was suddenly overcome with a very ominous silence. News of the assassin attempt had leaked out to the villagers.

Now in his father’s room, Legolas sat next to Thranduil’s bed. The covers had been pulled high, and the young prince dared not look upon the face that lie beneath. Tonight was meant to be one of dancing and fun, but it turned out very different. Legolas had figured Culamar’s visit meant military issues were arising in Hyarmenla. He had even figured that Galwyn’s presence could mean bad news. But, the new king did not expect things to be this bad. In one night, an assassination attempt was made on his father, who later passed away in his sleep; he had been confronted with news of mutiny and destruction in Hyarmenla; and Galwyn the Pure had arrived with grave tidings. As he sat there in utter and lonely silence, he could only hope that he had faced the worst.

“Your majesty,” a voice interrupted the silence as someone pounded on the bedroom door.

“Come in,” Legolas commanded as he stood up. He wiped the tears from his eyes before the commander entered.

“You summoned me, sire?” Maro spoke. He was Lt. Commander of the Elfin Guard and a good friend of King Thranduil. Sadness could be seen in the lieutenant’s eyes, but he did his best to keep his facial features straight and his posture proper.

“Yes, I have a message for Galwyn Mornstar the Pure,” Legolas said as he pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket. “It is for her to meet me. This is for her eyes only. Please make sure it gets to her, and quickly.” With that, Maro bowed his head and turned to leave.

Legolas walked over to the water basin on his father’s table and dipped his hands into the now cold water. He splashed the water on his face, hoping to wash away the weary look in his eyes and the sorrow that consumed him. Remember, he thought to himself, things cannot get any worse.

*****

The sun had risen to greet a new morning, but life was slow to awaken. A tense feeling of uncertainty had fallen over the inhabitants of the city. Inside the palace, servants scurried to prepare breakfast. Those that had stayed the night were always welcomed to stay for the day and indulge in more feasting. When visitors entered the dining hall, however, there was one significant person who was missing.

“Where is Legolas?” Culamar asked as he took a seat next to Galathilion. Everyone looked around hurriedly as they soon realized that the prince was not present.

Galwyn had managed to get some sleep and was able to make it to breakfast. She had a good feeling as to why the prince had not shown up that morning. “My apologies,” she said as she stood up to make her announcement. She motioned for everyone to be seated before continuing. “The prince asked me to inform you that he has decided to stay with his father for breakfast. He is sorry he could not be present, but he is intending to join you all for lunch. He also said that he wishes for you all to continue to enjoy your day here.” As she sat back down, the crowd busily packed their plates with breakfast foods in between their constant murmurings and whispers.

“Saelia, you went to speak with Legolas last night. Did you see how the king was doing?” Angon asked, unaware of her brother stealing food from her plate. Saelia sighed in confusion. She understood why little about the king’s condition had been revealed to the people, but why wasn’t Legolas talking to her about it? The night before, Legolas had barely spoken to her before he had her rushed out of the room. Was he keeping something from her? Did he not feel he could trust her?

“Saelia, are you alright?” Roux inquired as he looked at her from across the table.

“I’m fine,” Saelia finally replied. “As for the king, he was resting when I spoke with Legolas. We spoke briefly though, and I haven’t received any updates. I would hope that means that King Thranduil is stable for now.” Galwyn sat next to Saelia and overheard the conversation. She winced at their words, wishing she could comfort Legolas. It had to be hard baring the secrets he was forced to hide.

Legolas had returned to his father’s chamber after meeting with Galwyn early that morning. Her words troubled him; the description of her vision haunted every fiber of his being. “A king’s crown in one hand and your longbow in the other,” she had said. “Your blood flowed freely down the stairs…” Legolas rest his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands. At least his father was in peace, for it seemed the young elf would have none. “And to think,” Legolas whispered to himself in grotesque amusement, “I thought things couldn’t get any worse.”

*****

Prince Legolas was a well-liked person. He knew when the rules had to be followed, and when it was okay to bend them. He knew politics and was able to handle tough situations, but he also knew how to have a good time. People liked, admired, and most of all, respected the young elf. Today, respect was the greatest of these that the people felt as they saw Legolas enter the dining hall for lunch. It was out of respect that he was not bombarded with questions about his father’s condition. It was out of respect that Saelia did not question him when Legolas chose to sit at the other end of the table with Culamar and Galwyn. The concern on Saelia’s face couldn’t be missed, and her visitors tried to do all they could to ignore it. It wasn’t long, though, until they realized something would have to be done to calm her anxiety.

“Saelia, what do you say we take a walk by the stream today?” Angon suggested, seeing the worried look on her friend’s face. She could tell that Legolas was keeping his distance from Saelia and that it wasn’t much pleasing her. Perhaps some air would do them all some good. “Fresh air would be lovely. Besides, it is quite pleasant outside today.”

“Yeah, maybe some of the children could give you a new hairdo,” Roux said jokingly as he twirled one of his messy braids around his finger. “And hey, if you’d prefer, we could always do a bit of jousting. I think I remember you saying once that you missed having some fun with swordplay.”

Saelia laughed lightly, truly touched by her friends. Either she was easy to see through, or Angon and Roux really knew her well already. She could tell they were trying to make her feel better, and she was grateful. “I don’t know Roux,” she began with a sparkle in her eyes, “I think getting beat by a girl would be too traumatic for you.”

Roux had begun to pick up a sausage from his plate, but before he could throw it, a guard entered the room and announced a visitor. “Queen Ariani Nemetex, ruler of Jerenge.” All of a sudden, the room became silent and all heads turned towards the entrance. Roux felt rather sheepish when he realized he was the only one in the room that didn’t know what was going on. He saw that even Angon knew who this Queen Nemetex was.

The queen bowed her head, forcing Legolas to follow the niceties and bow his in return. Earlier he had been plagued by sorrow, but now no sadness could be seen on his face. The young elf looked surprise by the visitor, but more so, he looked angry. “Queen?” He inquired incredulously.

“My father passed away last week,” Ariani replied. She was a young woman with black hair and violet eyes, and it was easy to see she was human. She did not seem threatening in any way, but tension had filled the room as soon as her presence was known. Roux desperately wanted to know what was going on. He did not keep up with political matters, and when he tried to get Angon to explain, she would only reply by telling him to be quiet.

Legolas sat straight up, trying his best to compose himself. He paused for a moment before finally speaking, allowing a strange sense of calm to wash over him. “So, tell me, Queen of Jerenge, why is the ruler of a hostile country visiting us?” Legolas asked as he stood up. And then it hit him. Roux remembered that Mirkwood had been at war with Jerenge, though things had settled after a recent victory by King Thranduil’s army.

“I have come here to discuss a peace treaty. I deeply regret this foolishness of my fathers—it destroyed the lives of many of my country men, as well as yours. Thus I would like to put an end to it,” the queen explained. Roux got an odd feeling in his stomach. Something told him that this wasn’t right; that this woman wasn’t right.

“We have heard nothing of King Nemetex's passing away—nor that you where planning on visiting,” a lady spoke out, triggering murmurings of the same sentiment.

The queen turned to face the woman and with great sincerity, she replied, “Yes, it was rather rude of me, and for that I apologize. It was all rather sudden, you see.” Roux looked around and saw that the queen had been well-prepared to be questioned. Her answers seemed to please most of the people in the room, though; Roux could see there were still a few who were not convinced. Galwyn, the woman they had met at last night’s feast, looked the least convinced of all. Saelia also showed reluctance to trust the queen.

“It is quite alright. Would you care to continue this discussion later, perhaps? We are in the middle of lunch, as you can see,” Legolas said smoothly. Roux couldn’t help but grin. He wasn’t the prince’s biggest fan, but he was glad Legolas was sending Ariani away. But then, Legolas continued, “You are welcome to join us, or I could have someone show you your rooms—presuming, of course, you are staying with us?”

“Thank you for your generosity. I would be delighted to stay here. But, seeing as I had unfortunate timing, I will leave you alone to finish your meal,” the queen replied as she bowed before following the maid out of the room.

Roux didn’t understand why this woman was invited to stay at the palace, but he could see a change in the prince. The prince’s anger had been replaced by a mischievous look in his eyes. Roux watched as Legolas walked back to his end of the table. He did not sit down to continue eating, though. Instead, he walked out of the room followed closely by Galwyn, Culamar, and even Galathilion. It seemed Legolas was not convinced either, and he was planning on figuring out what was really going on.