Hours after Legolas had left me on the floor, I stood in the kitchen eyeing the two glasses of wine I had before me. One of them had the potion to heal King Thranduil. I sighed in panic. What is Thranduil knew what I was up to? He would have me killed for sure. I rub my hands over my face and make my way to the washing tub. I stand in front of it then completely submerge my face into the water. I stay under a little too long for I come up sputtering and gasping for breath. I put my hands on the edge of the tub for a couple moments to think. I growl to myself. You are getting worked up over nothing. I smile to myself and give my face a couple splashes of water to make sure I completely calmed down. I grab a towel next to the washing tub and rub my face dry. Then I work on my hair. I slowly shake out the water from my hair with the towel.
“Amarra, mankoi ier lle kuile?” (Amarra, why are you awake?) Aragorn’s voice said from behind me. I jumped, not expecting company.
“I was- just- uh-.” I sigh. “I am very worried about giving Thranduil the potion.” I spit out. He frowns.
“This is not how I trained you Amarra.” He said, coming forward and lifting up my chin. “I trained you to be strong when people are counting on you. No matter the cost.”He said, his eyes soft. I wring my hands together.
“I could fail this whole mission!” I say. Aragorn laughs at me.
“Amarra. Nothing will go wrong. Legolas and I will be right outside the chamber if anything is to happen.” He assures me. I relax at the sound of Legolas’ name. Aragorn notices and smiles. He looks over at the counter and sees the two glasses of wine.
“Were you planning on going to see Thranduil tonight?” He asked. I shook my head yes.
“Well then we must wake Legolas to tell him.” Aragorn said.
“Tell me what?” Legolas said, entering the kitchen and taking an apple off the counter. He give me an awkward glance as he takes a bite.
“Amarra was just going to go give your father the potion.” Aragorn explained. Legolas raises his eyebrows at me, totally forgetting what had happened hours before. I mentally moan. He’s just covering this up because Aragorn is here.
“Oh really? You told me you were going to bed.” He lied, placing the apple on the table and walking towards me. We traps me between him and the washing tub.
“Amin kwentra lle il a' risa.” (I told you not to lie.) He whispered in my ear. I laugh.
“San' lle putta risa!” (Then you should not lie.) I say. He places his hand on my cheek and rubs his thumb over my lips.
“Lle ier a' amin.” ( You are mine.) He said a little louder.
“Amin il!” (I am not!) I say, pushing him away from me. I hear him growl behind me but the look on Aragorn’s face shuts him up.
“Let’s go.” I mumble, picking up the tray and walking from the kitchen. I hear the two of them silently trudging behind me. I stop in my tracks as we come to a stop in front of Thranduil’s door. I take a deep breath and turn around, looking at the two of them for reassurance. Aragorn nods his head and Legolas just smiles. I gave him a small frown back. I slowly turned around and face the door. Legolas and Aragorn silently slip around the corner as I take a deep breath. I knock on the door and immediately it opens, Thranduil stands on the other side smiling.
“Amarra, mani ona! Ar' lle tessa fion. Lle ra verne' re. ” (What a surprise! And you bring wine. You shall be a great wife one day!) He winks, and moves out of the way so that I may enter the room. I smile and walk into his living area and set the tray on a near table. He smiles and I thank my luck that he grabs the correct goblet, probably due to the fact that I gave him one encrusted with jewels. A goblet fit for a king. He tips the glass towards me.
