Current mood:

worried

Ride to Mirkwood

Legolas, my "son"
I have regretfully had to take the next stance... I have your "Wife".. I will not let her bewitching go on.... she will die.... I have declared war, upon lothlorien.... Welcome to War.
~Thranduil of Mirkwood

In my shaking hand, I hold her bloody wedding tiara that I made for her... It used to be so beautiful... now, it was tainted, broken....Dead....

As I read the letter, I began to remember the night before. Things have been so well... we married, we celebrated and, oh by the Valar, this is all my fault!!

No, I must not think about myself right now. My wife needs me, she needs help, but I can not help but feel this guilt, this shame....

If I had never come back none of this would have happened.... she would be safe, her people would be safe.... And I would die alone....

As I pack up my things now, I think of how I need to handle this on my own. I pack my quiver, my bow, my daggers and head out.

As I leave, I see the form of Glorfindel greeting me, his eyes full of anger and concern, but not anger towards me, which is a relief. He tells me how he wishes to help and I do not protest. I need him, she needs him.

We ride, up the River Anduin, towards the realm of Thranduil, my father....

My enemy....


(OOC: This is probably the worst thing I've ever written, but what can I say? I'm sitting in school right now, trying to be creative and inspirational.... Damn private-school education...)