Celebrimbor's Daughter and Thranduil's Son (The Daughter Series) Book 1

The Golden Halls

We arrived at the Golden Halls and we were stripped of our weapons. Gandalf was aloud to keep his staff. I'm guessing they have no idea what he can do with it. Legolas helped Gandalf to make it look like he needed help. I chuckled. Gandalf needing help to walk. That was pretty funny. Anyway we walked into the halls and this man was sitting next to the king. The minute I saw him, I really wanted my dagger. He was evil. The king was saying something but I was watching the guards that were coming closer and closer. I knew that if they attacked us, I wouldn't be able to fight to much because of my leg. Of course they did attack us. Legolas was amazing, as usual. Gimli had pinned dos the ugly man and I was getting attacked. I had to use my arms as my leg wasn't strong enough to fight, which I hated. It made me look weak, which is why I had to deal with way more soldiers than anyone else. Then one of the soldiers kicked me, right in the wound. The pain was so great, I screamed. Boy, it was a scream! I was sure the roof had fall down. I hadn't meant to scream like that, but that is what came out. Both Legolas and Aragorn looked at me, with horror. I grabbed my leg and dropped to the floor. The soldiers circled around me and kicked me, really hard. On my stomach and legs and arms. I just cried. In shame, in pain and in hate. Then there was a loud
"Enough!" I turned to see the king, looking the way he did 30 years ago, not looking like a 70 years old but a 40 year old.
"What is going on?" He asked. Legolas knelt down by my side and gently held me close to his chest. I could hear the beating of his heart. I was breathing, trying to get air into my lungs. Blood poured out of my wound and into the floor. The king knelt down next to me.
"Lady Vilya! You have not aged one bit. Please forgive my men." I sat up, Legolas still having a firm grip on me.
"Forgive you! I can forgive you but I can't forgive your men or that!" I pointed to the ugly man, still pinned down but Gimli.
"That is Wormtongue. How badly are you hurt?" I showed him my arms, which were black and blue the same as my legs. My stomach was black. But it was my arrow wound that was hurting more.

A female healer came and cleaned me up. My arrow wound was seen to and my bruises were cleaned. I had a fresh dress, which was tan and blue and my hair was washed and brushed. Then as I was walking down the hall, I ran into a young lady.
"Eowyn!" I cried.
"Lady Vilya!" We laughed and  hugged each other.
"It is so good to see you." I said to her.
"So it is. Are you heading for the hall?" I nodded.
"You must be hungry." Then I remember something.
"Where is everyone one?" Tears filled her eyes
"They are getting ready for the funeral." I looked puzzled
"What funeral?"
"The king's son was killed." I lowered my eyes.