Princess of Mirkwood (Discontinued)

I don't like old friends...

I convulsively held on to the handrail of a crumbled balcony made of grey rough stone. The dwarves had staked the entry of the mountain with pieces of wrecked columns and statues. After we reached Dale by horse the people of Laketown emptied our food carriage and sincerely thanked us for our generosity. Directly after that I went to explore the dilapidated city, but quickly found a quiet spot where I could get lost in my thoughts. Because lately that seemed to be my outlet, to escape from all the problems that bothered me, for example: the disputes between me and my father, my sister's secret, my affection for that dwarf and the fact that we are on the brink of war. I thought about what Eliza told me when we were on our way to Dale, she told me the reason why she left Mirkwod but then came back anyway. When we were attacked by the river by the orcs, because they wanted to kill the dwarves, many soldiers died and Eliza's friend was one of them, in fact she even watched him die. She was devastated by grief, but she came back because she knew her mother wouldn't have wanted her to give up. Suddenly a voice came out of nowhere: "You're even more beatiful than the first time I met you." I was seized by fear: I recognised his voice immediately and it belonged to someone I did not intend to see again. "Caladon." I sighed while I cheerlessly closed my eyes. I only showed one moment of weakness but that's all he needed because suddenly he locked his arms around my chest and started kissing my neck. I quickly recovered and slammed my elbow in his stomach, he loosened his grip on me and stumbled back. This was my chance. I turned around in his arms which now only hung limply around my body. I kicked him in the face and I could've sworn I felt something crack under my fist. Soon my fear turned into anger and rage. I prepared to kick him again but somehow he found his strength back and beat me in the stomach before I could. It hurt like hell, it felt like there were a thousand knives stabbing in my belly, i fell on the ground and silently cried because all these dark and old memories of him returned, I did not even try to defend myself anymore. But suddenly he was grabbed from behind and quickly there also rested a long elven sword on his throat. Caladon's attacker looked over his shoulder right into my eyes. My eyes were swollen because of the tears but still I recognised her: my sister Anariel. "One movement and I swear I'll slit your throat." she wispered hostile to Caladon.