S T A R L I G H T

C H A P T E R 10

C H A P T E R 10 - Years of love has been forgot, in the hatred of a minute

~Thy son of mine~

Simbelmynë walked beside Thranduil through the many halls of his palace. Beside as in five feet away or in smaller halls as far away as possible. She was dressed in the same pink flowy dress, however, also wore a silver robe as well. It was too big for her, and possibly the kings. But she didn't really care. There were more pressing matters at hand. He had promised her son.

"His name is Legolas." Thranduil spoke into the silence, his eyes had not left her once.

"Legolas..." She hummed in thought, her mind repeating the name a thousand times in her head. It sounded so unusual, but so perfect. It would only be perfect, however, only for the right little elf. The baby she remembered would suit it, she could only imagine how he had grown in the time she was away. Would he still fit in her arms, if only just?

Thranduil watched her lips utter the name she had uttered when she first laid eyes on their son. It suited him so well even as a baby, and all from that he had only grown into it more. He could only imagine her reaction when she saw him. He would wait for Legolas to see her though, to know who exactly she was. What would happen if she reacted badly? If she decided he was not the son she had been looking for for so long? He couldn't imagine.

But he knew his Asteraêa would never do that. Asteraêa was so happy, ecstatic, she looked at that little blonde baby as if he were her whole world and more. Having an elfling was no easy task. It could take some elves thousands of years of trying before being successful. It had taken time, but when Asteraêa had given him news of an heir she could barely contain her excitement.

They were so happy.

And then sweet little Legolas was born, so tiny, they thought he would never grow, he would stay little forever, if only.

"Has he grown much? He was so tiny." She continued, finally looking at the ellon whose gaze had not yet strayed.

Thranduil brushed off her first comment. Of course he had grown, he was an elf in his prime now. Perhaps she was simply speaking her thoughts, wondering what that little baby had become as a grown ellon. Thranduil hummed, "he was, he could fit in my hands. Not anymore unfortunately, meleth nin."

"As long as he may fit into my arms..." Simbelmynë almost whispered, ignoring the loving term which he called her by. The elleth wanted to see her son before she let herself become attached or willing to his words.

In all honestly she couldn't imagine being married to this elven king. He was so intense, so unforgiving and cold. Maybe he was sad or alone, she didn't know. Maybe he was in pain. She had her own pain and scars, perhaps he did as well. Part of her wondered whose scar were deeper, and maybe she was blessed to have forgotten how she attained those scars.

The pair had stopped in front of two large doors, the elven king stepping ahead and opening both doors for them to step through. Thranduil stepped through first, looking out on the balcony and below. Simbelmynë waited back, confused. Why would she see her son from a balcony? Was he playing in the garden?

She was nervous, all this time and finally she was going to see what she had spent so long searching for. Her son was simply a few feet away. Her hands shook as she stepped up to the balcony.

Simbelmynë stepped beside Thranduil, looking below. It looked like a training field, archers and swordsman were training, fighting dummies and one another. They seemed to all be fully grown elleths and ellons. Simbelmynë didn't understand, where were the children?

"Where is he?" She spoke more demandingly then she meant to be, but she couldn't help it, her anxiety had reached an all time high.

"There," He gestured her gaze in the direction of the blonde archer, "with Tauriel."

Simbelmynë saw Tauriel's long auburn locks and the blonde archer from the forest beside her. There were no children. The King was talking about the blonde archer. This couldn't be possible. He was lying, he was fooling her. The King was torturing her friends and this was his way of torturing her.

"The blonde archer?" Simbelmynë asked hesitantly, fearing his answer. Her bright eyes followed the Kings, confirming her fears. She went numb, her face dropping to simply nothingness. Thranduil watched in confusion. The Elleth seemed more upset and completely dead in her face than he had ever seen her.

"Melleth nin?"

"You are a liar." She simply stated, turning on her heel and stomping away from the King hastily. The Elven King wasted no time following after her, drifting as if he were walking on air so gracefully. They both were quick on their feet, Like cat and mouse, one trying to get away and the other trying to catch their prey.

"Why would you think me a liar?" He pleaded, following her down the spirals of stairs. Where was she going?

"You are. Trying to have me believe you were once my husband, but you made one fatal error."

His brows furrowed, "and what would that be?"

She finally spun around, stopping in her tracks to face him. Her eyes looked stone and emotionless, but he looked beyond the exterior and saw the anguish she felt. She spoke coldly, "my son is but a babe. An infant." With that said she turned in her tracks once more, this time heading to the large doors leading onto the courtyard. Oh no.

"Asteraêa!" The elven king shouted, dashing after her, but she had already made it to the courtyard.

The Elleths and Ellons in the space all turned their attention to the King rushing after the stranger in the lavish gown. They all watched from afar as she grabbed a weapon hanging on the wall, along with another, throwing it on her bare back. She had grabbed a bow, arrows slung on her back as she notched one on her bow. Simbelmynë was heading for Prince Legolas.

Tauriel saw the blonde Elleth come into view, aiming the arrow right at the back of Legolas's head. She was nearing. The auburn haired elf watched Legolas's bright blue orbs fall to the side, using his peripherals to see the assailant.

The Prince whipped around just in time, slashing her flying arrow before it could hit him, breaking it in two. She swung her bow at him hoping for a blow, but he blocked it with his own. The two now staring into each others eyes.

"You!" Legolas exclaimed, holding her back with his bow, his body pushed her back.

She snarled in disgust, reaching for an arrow with her free hand and notching it in her bow. He did the same. The two circled each other, almost mirroring one another's actions, but Simbelmynë knew she was better and she want in the mood to waste time proving it.

It was as if the fight happened one move after the other as fast as a clock ticking. They both had weapons, both had looks of anger at the other. 

Tick, tock, Legolas's weapon was gone from his hands. 

Tick, tock, Simbelmynë has knocked him off his feet.

Tick, tock, her bow was raised, arrow pointing right between his eyes.

Oh, if only she had seen his eyes in that moment...

Her eyes were clouded with unshed tears in her eyes, vision distorted in her haze of anger. She could barely see his face, but she knew what it held; fear.

Removing the arrow from the bow, Simbelmynë threw them to either side on the ground, taking one last look at the fallen prince, she walked away. Straight to the King. 

"No son of mine would lose to me so easily." Simblemynë whispered so only he could hear, ignoring the anguish in his eyes and strutting straight past him, back into the castle.

No son of mine...