Chapter Two

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Thranduil turns to the man, and I take the opportunity to run.

"MAYBELLINE!" He yells after me.

I smile to myself and keep running from him and the man. I stumble across my old hideout and I scramble inside.

The catacombs.

When I was very young my father would bring me down here and we would explore.

I race down them until I come upon Oropher's old underground study.

Thranduil doesn't know of this place's existence, but I have been in here often enough with the old king.

I smile at a portrait of Oropher and Thranduil, Thranduil couldn't have been a century old, and his father was kneeling behind him with a hand on his son's shoulder.

"I see you have discovered my grandfather's study." Legolas says, almost making me jump.

"He often brought me down here to witness meetings." I say in return.

Legolas observes me, and I observe him.

"It's unnerving how much you look like your dad." I tell him.

"I get that a lot." He answers.

"Yet you remind me so much of Elerrian." I say, smiling.

"You knew my mother?" He asks.

"A long time ago. She was kind, and she had a big heart, like you." I say, taking a seat in an armchair by the empty fireplace.

"Can you tell me more?" Legolas asks.

"Well, she had a river of brown hair and beautiful blue eyes like you. When she smiled you couldn't help but smile back, and when she laughed you were happy. She saw the beauty in everyone and everything, especially when they couldn't see it themselves." I say, staring into the fire.

Legolas is silent.

"Your mother was a good woman, Legolas. She would have been proud to call you her son." I say, looking up at him.

"Thank you for telling me about my mother." Legolas says, wiping his teary eyes and embracing me warmly.

I hug him back, patting his back.

"My father was upset with you earlier, perhaps you should return to him?" Legolas suggests.

"He's going to kill me." I groan, leaving Oropher's study.

Legolas walks with me.

"I do not think my father capable of hurting you. He seems to care deeply for you." He says in response.

"Verbally Legolas, verbally he will kill me." I say.

"Well, good luck then." Legolas says, stopping by the entrance.

"Thanks buddy." I laugh, emerging into the hallway.

I look around and find nobody, and it is eerily quiet.

"Maybelline, Thranduil is going to kill you." Lhainthel says, running at me.

"Let's make sure you look fantastic so he won't!" She squeals, grabbing my hand and sprinting back to my room.

She somehow manages to get me into a dark blue dress with golden designs up the side and along the bottom, but I am adamant about not wearing heels.

My hair gets put into a delicate looking bun, with strands around my face that I tuck behind my ears.

"You look too gorgeous Maybelline." She says, inspecting her handiwork.

A knock on the door causes her to roll her eyes and answer it, blonde hair trailing on an unseen wind behind her.

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