“Legolas has left.”
Thranduil said, as he entered my room. I nodded, having seen it from the window in my room.
“He did not mention you.”
He added. I looked down, trying to hide the feelings. But Thranduil grabbed me, and forced my face up. He saw the feelings in my eyes, and slapped me across the face. I fell to the floor hold my hand to my burning chin.
I whispered. He laughed.
“Hate me all you wanted, Vanya. It does not change who you are. What you are.”
He reminded me. I got up again, and let my hand fall. He grapped it, and held it so tight it hurt.
“Tell me why you are not worthy of my son.”
He said, tightening his grip. My vrist was burning, it hurt so much.
He yelled at me, frightening me with his rage.
I answered without thinking the pain was just too much. So he hit me again, his slap so hard it made me dizzy.
“Do not take those words in your unworthy mouth.”
He said to me, angry that I had answered in elvish.
“I am not an elf.”
I said, so he finally let go of me. I quickly pulled away, holding my hurting wrist close to my body.
“But you are not human either. “
He said with a grim smile.
“You are a filthy bastard, and I will not see you taint my kingdom anymore. Legolas is not here to protect you anymore. Pack your things and leave. When my son returns, you will no longer be here, twisting his head.”
He ordered. I was in complete chock.
“Lle holma ve’ edan.”
He made a face, as if he had smelled something bad. It hurt.
“And I have had enough of the stench. Leave before dawn, or I will have the guards chase you out.”
He ordered, and then left to let me pack my few belongings.