The prophecy of the elvish warrior

Broken

When we reached our room, Haldir closed the door dragging me towards the big armchair in front of the fire place. I snuggled into his lap, now crying uncontrolled, wetting his shirt in progress. He held me, stroking my back, waiting for me to finish my crying, before he asked: "What happened, meleth?"

"Legolas... He..." I started unsure what to say. I felt guilty for the feelings I harbored for the younger elf. Even though I technically didn't betray Haldir, it surely felt like I did. Having not directly stopped Legolas from kissing me, when it was obvious what was about to happen, extended with the fact I savored the kiss for a few moments comparing it to Haldir, weighted me down. Not being able to look my husband in the eye, I played with the strings of his shirt. "He kissed me." Was everything I got over my lips in a whisper.

Haldirs hand froze at my back, the other clinging to the arm rest of the chair. He didn't say anything, nor did he react. But I knew he was boiling with anger, by the way he stiffened up underneath me. "I am so sorry." I cried. "I should have stopped him. I knew he was going to do it, but I just froze... Please forgive me, herven."

Instantly his hands were flowing over my body, pressing me to his chest. "No, bereth. No. You did nothing wrong. I am not angry at you." Standing up and sitting me back down on the chair. "Where are you going?" I asked, with a sniffle.

"I think I have to talk with Legolas." His voice was dripping of anger and hatred. I sprung from my seat. "No! He did nothing wrong!" I tried to defend Legolas, but I fell on deaf ears with my husband.

"He touched what is mine!" He growled and I backed off, fearing touching him would bring him to burst right here. So, I sat down, face hiding in my hands. "Don't hurt him. He is still my friend. And he is yours too."

An angry laugh escaped his lips. "He was, until he kissed you. He might as well be dead, when I am finished with him." I rose back to my feet. "You don't mean that! It was a mistake. You will regret it tomorrow!" I stepped up to him, putting my hands on his chest, trying to kiss him, but he pushed me back. "Don't touch me with the lips he defiled with his!"

I stumbled back at his words. The pain of his rejection stinging in my heart. His face fell, once he realized what he just said, hand reaching out for me, but I dodged him. "Bereth, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to say that. Please forgive me." He pleaded, but I didn't listen. "Go!" I whispered pointing toward the door. "I don't want to see you until the morning. Take your things and leave!"

"Bereth." His voice was desperate, angering my more. I couldn't believe I would ever say that, but right now I hated him. Hated him for rejecting me, even though I confessed what had happened between me and Legolas. Hated him for making me feel like a dirty whore just because he couldn't handle me being unwillingly kissed by another man. "Just leave, Haldir. I want to be alone!" My voice was shaky, but he got the message, packing his bag and leaving the room. Once he was out the door I collapsed to the floor. Crying in agony of the shattered construct of my life.