Thorns & Roses (Legolas Love Story)

7. Exposure

Some believe that confession helps a guilty soul find peace, releasing us from the shame and regret of our mistakes. In the face of mortality, many feel the need to seek this closure to make things right. Because if death doesn’t kill us, our demons will.

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“A spy?”

A look of bewilderment accompanied Aragorn’s question, voicing the collective question that everyone had. He looked at his best friend as if he had grown two antlers on top of his blond hair. Out of the corner of my eyes, David sent me an alarmed look, one in which I responded with a wary look. His hand had slowly rested on the hilt of his sword that was attached to his side.

This was bad. So damn bad.

“Everyone except the members of the Fellowship–clear out,” ordered Lord Elrond, to which nobody moved and he tried again. “Now,” he repeated with threat in his calm voice.

At that, at least a dozen elves, including Arwen, along with other men from Gondor and dwarves scurried to clear out of the training grounds, leaving only eleven members of the Fellowship plus the elven lord to remain. The Lord of Imladris looked at Legolas warningly.

“Whatever conclusion you might come up with,” he began, “It might not be the whole truth.”

“What more conclusion do you need?” retorted Legolas with no sign of backing up. He suddenly pointed his long, slim index finger towards me, “Than the fact that she is a spy looking to destroy us all from within?”

My heart lurched as he pointed at me accusingly, his blue orbs held suppressed anger that could only be initiated by hatred. Sounds of disturbed chatter among the Fellowship mingled together, doubt hung in the air thickly.

“That is way too farfetched and baseless,” spoke David up in my defense, “She is not a spy for the Dark Lord or to anyone you’re thinki–“

“You defended her so because she had taken you captive with her deceptive charm!” cut Legolas sharply, snapping at David.

I looked at the elf in disbelief and bewilderment.

Deceptive charm? What the fuck is going on in the elf’s mind?

David let out a sarcastic chuckle.

“She charmed me?” he asked rethorically. He shrugged. “I have to admit that the lady is swell to look at, but I don’t think she ‘charmed’ me in a way that you’re implying,” reasoned David with an amused, almost mocking smile at the elf prince.

“What is this nonsense–“ I demanded, but my words were cut again by the elf.

“Don’t. Talk. To me,” warned Legolas dangerously. “I know what you are capable of.” I frowned at his statement, “You managed to control the Lord of Imladris with your silver tongue. There is no way stopping you from controlling anyone but to silence you.”

“Legolas!” rebuked Lord Elrond harshly. “You’re making a fool of yourself.”

Legolas clenched his jaw in frustration and turned his icy blue eyes back to Lord Elrond, relieving me from his cruel stare for a while.

“Then tell me this. You said that she brings great evil with her. That she is a threat to Rivendell, to the Fellowship. With that knowledge, how could you bring her in into all of this?!”

“Great evil?” wondered a red haired dwarf, glancing at me in doubt. “I always thought that the elf prince is a basket case, but I did not know that he is this insane,” commented the gruff voice that belong to Gimli.