"I don't want to see them here."
Cold and merciless the king looked down from his throne.
Everything had been so... quiet since she was brought in here with her father.
"Neither of them."
The tall and fair-haired elven king crossed his legs, then slowly crossed his long fingers in front of his chest while he spoke. His clear, gray-blue eyes were caressed by large, bushy eyebrows.
"We have endured them long enough. Especially her, even though her mother has been dead for a long time now."
He glared down at her.
"There is no reason for me to let both of them continue living at our expense."
She didn't understand.
What did her mother's death have to do with all this?
"Please ...", her father fell on his knees next to her, "Banish me, but leave my daughter here with you. I can not take care of her enough, she will die out there!"
Slowly the King rose from his ornated throne, taking his time walking down the winding stairs.
"We won't make it alone out there..."
The elf didn't take his eyes off the two of them for a moment.
She felt as if his gaze was digging deep into her soul. She never had felt so much contempt in her short life.
What did she do wrong?
She had never done anything wrong.
The pain of her mother's death had held her tight for months, since that she basically didn't sleep, exercise or hunt.
She met the King's gaze. He watched her coldly.
She slowly lowered her eyes again. She had not made herself useful enough and now the great king was tired of her and her father. Even though her father worked for the king's armory from the very beginning. If her mother would be still alive, she would...
"Mellon voron...", her father started and slowly got on his feet again.
"Sedho!", the king hissed.
In not even a heartbeat he had made his way over to them, towering her father.
"Ûpedo ethin glavrath na enî! How dare you let our language come out of your mouth?", the King was easily three heads taller than her father.
"Don't speak to me as if I were your... friend!", the Elf King just spat out this last word.
"Diheno enni...", her father bowed quickly.
Frightened, she looked up at the Elven Lord, but no words could escape her lips.
"I'm not interested in your problems.", the King returned to the steps up to his throne.
For a moment he stopped next to a tall, slender warrior.
Latter's blonde hair fell over his shoulders, and braided strands adorned the parts over his ears. The Prince of the Woodland Realm exchanged a serious look with his father.
"Aniron ni erui!", the Elven king ordered.
His son gave a quick hand signal.
She didn't know him like that.
She looked at him for help, hoping he would have mercy and would put in a more or less strong word for them.
When the guards approached her and her father from behind and began to drag both of them away the words found their way back to her lips.
"Dartho! Dartho!", she exclaimed, struggling and fighting against the soldiers' firm grip.
The Elf King did not respond. He was already slowly walking up the steps to his throne. His son just gave her a slightly sad look. The Elves pulled her and her father away.
"Dartho!"
The prince followed the guards and the exiles through the huge halls of the palace to an iron gate.
The posted elves pushed it open and father and daughter were forced outside onto the stone bridge.
"Hîr Legolas!", she exclaimed as the Woodland Prince turned to go.
The warrior stopped and turned back to her.
"Why are you doing this?", she asked horrified.
Her breathing was fast and her body was shaking.
"I have no choice.", he slowly approached the iron gate.
"Please...", he entered the palace again, "Try to understand."
With those words the great gate fell shut again, with a loud metallic noise and locked out the exiles.
Father and daughter watched the elves quickly disappear into the darkness of the palace.
The great river under the bridge rushed down into the valley in its stony rugged river bed. The trees around them swayed in the light breeze. She turned around.
It was right in front of them.
Mirkwood.
A forest that has determined her life since she was born.
She had never wandered beyond its borders, never had seen anything of the world. But she had imagined her departure to new parts of this world differently.
Alone in this forest there was no chance of survival.
They were unarmed, with no food, no ponies, not even a map.
The Elf King could not have chosen a worse fate for the two of them.
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Fanfiction"Someday you will return home too." Reluctantly, she opened one of the heavy wooden chests. The lid creaked loudly as it flipped back. A dusty cloak. Coins. Letters. Rusty nails. At least a few useful things. She threw the cloak over her shoulders...
