Princess of Mirkwood (Discontinued)

Betrayal

My father's intentions toward Caladon always have been hostile, he never was never really fond of Caladon (which I blamed him for in the past, but now I feel the same way about him). The feeling of dislike with my father toward Caladon, developped in intense hatred, caused by Caladon's betrayal. And like all betrayals, it hurts; but this one was different: he said he loved me, and that we would stay together till death would do us part, but like the saying goes "love is blind" I was too blind to see his true intentions: he desperately wanted us to marry. He was always very intrusive, and now I realize angry as well, when I said "no" to his countless proposals, because I thought it was too early for us to get married. Only later I realized he wanted to get married, in order for him to kill me and family, except for Anariel. Caladon never really liked Anariel, for uknown reasons, anyway he wanted to blame anariel for killing us, because she would've had an unhealthy desire for the throne, but beside my father, she would've had to kill me and Legolas as well because we're both older than her. Which sounds as a completely solid plan, but unfortunately for him my father saw him through just on time. Of course I was furious when I found out about his plans, and certainly when I found out what he had in mind for my beloved sister. Caladon  told us this under pressure, I must say my father's interrogation skills are highly effective... We locked him deep down in the dungeons of Mirkwood, but after those stupid dwarves escaped he probably found a way to convince them to set him free as well. And now here I am standing between my father and sister and my pshycopathic ex-boyfriend in Dale, and I got to say, my life never gets boring. I'm standing in front of Caladon, staring deep in his icey blue eyes, trying to find a spark of regret, but all I can find are pride and arrogance. My father is venting his rage on Caladon in a tirade of inappropriate words, and my sister looks like she can explode every second, but she remains quiet. And if my brother would be here I am certain Caladon would've already lost a few of his limbs, and to be honest, I would enjoy to see that happen. And then all of a sudden a terrifying feeling steals over: I remember what my sister looked like in the woods, when she was emotionally unstable, when she created a storm with magical powers. She has the exact same look on her face right now. I look outside the tent where we're standing in, used to shelter the high elvenking of Mirkwood, and indeed the clouds have an unhealthy shade of gray, they're whirling around in high speed while the noise caused by the storm itself increases, the branches of the trees start to heavily sway in the wind, and there it is, the first flash of lightening immediately followed by intense thunder. This is bad, really bad. Because of all the commotion I didn't notice my father stopped yelling and looked over to Anariel with a significant gaze. I wanted to look outside again but first my eyes slid along Caladon, only to see he took out a dagger from under his armory and takes a step in my father's direction.

No, no, no, not again. He still wants take over the elven throne. I should've known, I should've seen this coming. It's all my fault. This is all my fault.

He takes another step.

These are my mistakes, and if anyone should pay for them, then it's me, not my father, not him. But I can't kill Caladon. I can't. But then he'll kill my father, my sister, me as well, and at last he'll go after Legolas. So I have to act now, or else... But I can't.

He takes another step, and now he's only one step distant from Thranduil.

They're going to die because I was too cowardly to kill the man I used to love. I can't let that happen. I have to do it, for them. Just for them.

Suddenly I reach for my sword strapped on my back, and pulled it out of its sheathe. I took a great swing and aimed for Caladon's head. Blood spatters spread through the air and lands on my face, followed by  a loud thump on the ground. I know I should feel something: grieve, sadness or at the very least guilt. But I feel nothing, I feel empty. And emptiness is the worst feeling of them all.