“Prepare yourself. You have a long journey ahead of you.”
Lord Elrond said, before ending the Council. We all nodded in agreement and left to get ready. I however, was practically dragged away by Legolas. He could not contain his anger much longer, and so we rushed away. Aragorn was looking suspicious after us.
Legolas dragged me back to my room, and slammed to the door behind us.
“Have you lost your mind?”
He yelled at me, his anger completely out of control. I had never seen him like this.
“Have you absolutely and utterly lost your mind?”
He asked, a bit more in control, demanding an answer.
“I have every right…”
I began to defend myself, but was interrupted.
“I heard your little speech fine.”
He said with a dark voice, and looked at me intensely.
“You truly have lost your mind. Why else would you leave the safety of the Woodland Realm?”
He asked himself, barely paying attention to me anymore. He seemed to have made up his mind, and was planning how to get me back to his father’s kingdom.
“I will not abandon the fellowship, I will not desert Frodo.”
I said, getting back the bravery to argue with Legolas.
He said, shaking his head.
I asked, not believing what I had heard.
“You are a child. Barely able to take care of yourself and now you want to defend middle earth. This is not a game, Vanya! You could end up getting seriously hurt or more likely dead.”
He said, shaking his head once more. It hurt hearing. I was not old in the eyes of an elf, but the death of my mother had left me with no childhood. I had grown into a woman before time.
“I will not abandon the fellowship.”
I repeated, and made Legolas’s anger reach new heights. He grapped me, and slapped me across the face, before I had time to react. Then his anger disappeared, and his face softened, though he was not looking at me. But at the healing bruises on my wrist, where his fingers were now holding on tight.
“You are just like your father.”
I told him, pulling away, but he did no let go. He was going to say something, when the door behind us was opened. Aragorn stood in the door, looking at us. Legolas still holding my wrist tight, and me holding my hand to my face. It was clear what had happened. I was finally able to pull away, and went straight to the door. I heard Legolas behind me, but Aragorn grapped him, preventing him from following me. Legolas cursed in elvish.
“I understood that.”
Aragorn said, sounding quite offended. Still it wound seem Legolas attempted to follow me. Yet Aragorn slammed the door, and I rushed away.