Chapter 6

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The teacher came back and we finished the lesson about less important people. Dinner that night was actually quite relaxing because I figured out a way to enjoy my food: pretend its meat. Yes, this is very deceiving and elves are always only eating greens but I just wanted meat.

"You seem to be enjoying your food," Legolas said.

"Yes I am," I answered.

He smiled at me as I continued to eat. I looked up when I felt someone staring at me. I looked up to see Thranduil piercing his eyes at me.

"Do you mind?" I asked with some food in my mouth.

"Do you?" He asked. "It just amazes me how commoners can eat without etiquette."

"If you want I could teach you some," I said with a smile.

"I'm sorry but a peasant like you would never be able to teach me," He said.

"Peasant? Weren't you the one who wants to marry this peasant?" I asked raising my fork at him.

He chuckled.

"Are you trying to threaten me?" He asked.

"No," I said putting my fork down.

I looked and could see a bright smile on Legolas' face. It was strange how at these random times we could actually pass for a happy family. After our food I had the honor of taking the most ridiculous test on important events and celebrations for Elvish tradition. I heard the guards whispering about Thranduil having an important meeting. It still bugged me that he would not share anything with me, but I shouldn't have expected him to.

I found myself snooping around and found myself in Thranduil's room. I remembered the leaf design on the walls, and the smell of wood and flowers. I looked around wondering if I could find something that would tell me more about him. I was suddenly drawn to a beautiful bookshelf he had pressed against a wall.

There were many books that sparked my interest and I was surprised to find we liked similar things. Most of the books were things I already read but there was one that caught my eye. It had a beautiful red spine. I went to pull it out but instead it popped down as if to bow and the bookshelf slid against the wall. I was amazed; he had a hidden room behind his bookshelf: classic.

I wondered what he could be hiding but I soon found my answer. The room was small and completely empty except for one small chest. I walked closer to it. There was no lock on it and it already seemed to be worn and old. I noticed the lid was slightly open.

Lifting the top I was suddenly overwhelmed. I could see a hairbrush, burned candles, flowers and one single painting. I didn't want to touch anything but I was overly curious and tired of Thranduil keeping secrets. I picked up the hair brush and noticed the initials G.G engraved on it. G.G, I wondered who that could be.

The painting was small and I could see the picture of a woman. She had beautiful long golden hair and then it hit me. I immediately put the picture down and stepped back. My heart was racing and I tried to psych myself from thinking that I was heartbroken. It was his wife. He didn't throw the chest away; he kept it, all these years.

"What are you doing?"

I jumped at the sound of his voice.

"I just found myself in here," I said feeling bad.

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