Chapter 3

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Warning: Frequent curses

The Guards looked at me. I scowled. One a Elvish Guard gasped.
"You're Princess Liana!" The guards let me in. ^Idiots^, I thought to myself. The guards led me to a huge room. It looked like a giant fat tree. A tall, thin, elf, with golden hair & a pointy crown sat crossed legged on a big, tall, tree-like throne. He wore a silver tunic with about 3 rings on his fingers. To top it off, he had a smirk across his face.
"Ah, you must be Lily." He said.
"It's Liliana."
"Liana...."
I already hated him.
The guards left us.

"I asked them to prepare dinner. If you may follow me to the dinning hall."
I followed him.
Unlike the throne room, the dinning hall, was not a tree, but more of a palace.
There was a long table. With a decorated chair and another boring plain chair next to it. That chair was mine. Thranduil sat in his fancy chair. A maid came rushing out with wine, as I sat down in my chair. I drank the wine. {Silence}
After a bit, I realized that he had a lot to drink since we had sat down.
I decided to be rude. He wasn't very welcoming so it was fine.
"You're going to piss yourself, if you drink another glass." I smirked.
"Pardon?" He said.
"I said, that you are going to piss yourself if you have another glass."
Thranduil looked at his half full glass, and set it down.
"If you don't behave, I'll just have to throw you in my dungeon."
"You say that as if you have one..." I laughed. Then continued,
"I'm not your object, I can do & say whatever the hell I want!" I shouted, standing up. I left the hall, realizing that I didn't know where or if I had a room.
"YOU THERE!" I pointed at an female elf. "GET ME A ROOM!" She lead me to a medium sized room with a large purple bed. She left. I hate it here, I can't say what I want or do. There's nothing more I can say other than that.

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