It's forever to wait in here. There isn't a change in light to see if the hours have passed into night and day. Making it all roll into one long hour, minute, second hell if I know: to quote Brian Griffin of Family Guy. I don't know there's no clock there! And apparently not knowing the time leads to sleep. How I found out. I woke up to the sight of a dark elf staring at me with a big smile like he had just scored last night.
"Do you know you are at your most peaceful when you're asleep? You appear as sweet and yearning for the warmth of another."
"Watching me while I slept? That's creepy as hell." I said rubbing sore temples and pushing back several therapy needing pictures.
"Oh come now. I only came in here a few minutes ago. What good would it have done for me to wake you up? A complaint of touching you? A dirty look for bothering you? I would have gained nothing of good value. Besides you will get use to a lover's lingering gaze soon enough."
"To be fair you're already getting a dirty look." He doesn't take note of it instead he pulls something that was lying on a chair. It was long and dark and made of cloth. "I think you will find this to be suitable. Unless you have come around and decided to marry me right this very minute?" I was confused to how that made sense until I remembered that I was in my wedding dress still. The one that was supposed to be for the wedding between me and Legolas, but his uninvited cousin Balthoron stole his place. And then he had me whisked away so that he may force me into marrying him. Real nice guy huh?
"I have been told to never accept gifts from strangers."
"But I am not a stranger. For you know my name." Balthoron added.
"Just because someone knows a name does not make the owner of that name any less strange."
"Cute remark. Do you have any other clothing to wear?" He said it like a too into their selves teenage girl. I should know. I live with two of them. How else do you think the Prima Donna got her nickname? Oh and Ricky. Ah I'm just playing ya. It's Snooki.
"No, just this…" All of you can understand that when one sees a knife being raised at them the first instinct is to shut up and run. Or in my case shut up and try to kick him where it hurts the most. The wedding dress hinders this due to my legs becoming tangled in the fabric. Thus losing the ability to stand up and falling to the ground like a just chopped log. Opportunity presents itself to the knife wielder as he cuts off sections of the wedding gown leaving me exposed to the elements in nothing but my underwear. I try and cover as much of myself as I can with arms and scrap pieces of fabric.
"Well this is a nice view. But I am one who waits for his lover to come willingly to him in lustful desire. It's your choice to wear this dress that I have thoughtfully picked out for you or you can just walk around in your unmentionables. Either way I am enjoying the view."
"Get out!" I shout ready to throw a boulder at his fat head.
"Now isn't that adorable a little kitten trying to give me orders? Correction a soaking wet little kitten trying to give orders. Hmm now there's an idea."
"Try it and you will find yourself less of a man than you already are." Sneering teeth speak to him.
"I am not of man. I am an elf." He smirked as if it was clever what he said. More of a smartass thing to say if you ask me.
"You still have something in common with human males that is rather important. Now are you going to stay there to watch me undress as the disgusting pervert that you are or are you going to leave the room and allow me to dress in private like a real elf would?" The real elf sting caused a short lived curl of the lip something that he didn't want seen as it would mean he was easily riled and also would mean he could be easily distracted as well. A condition that many bad guys had that often would show how ill fit they are for ruling anything outside a Burger King drive through window.
"I shall wait for you, but once you are done you must come outside to join me in a little get together." He said soon leaving the room. I pick up the dress and look at it carefully holding it with two fingers. It is a dark blue long sleeved and skirted dress. The sleeves looked like you could hide two large Christmas hams in each sleeve. Very dramatic evil girlfriend: minus the usual skimpy and skin tight clothes that you see in comic books and the movies based on said comic books. This dress was more mature and well not bad really, I mean it looked good on me and wasn't trashy but because he gave this dress to me it will be destroyed by the end of this little escapade.
"All you need are the jewels and you will be perfect to present to our subjects." He said when he saw me in the dress. Then went over to a chest to I guess get some jewels.
"Our subjects? In case you have forgotten I am still not yours." I poked his chest for good measure. Nearly broke my finger doing it to. Damn the guy's chest must be made of granite. And that is not a compliment.
"Things change in the course of time. You should know this. After all you agreed to marry an elf that you had thought was an annoyance in the past. You will find yourself growing in attachment to me and become more than glad to become my wife and queen."
"You know what you and a lawyer have in common?" I ask him.
"We both wish to seek justice in some way or form that may not be well seen in the eyes of the public at all times?"
"No, your both parasites that people hope will be abolished like in Back to the Future 2."
"Back to the Future 2? I don't believe that I have ever seen that one or any of them. Must not have been that good a series." Okay this guy has just won the award for worst judge of movies. How can anyone say that the Back to the Future series wasn't any good? It's a sci-fi series that helped make the eighties greater. No to mention Doc Brown is just one of those guys that being awesome is second nature. He's in my top ten lists of great scientists in pop culture right at the top with the Doctor and Dr. Banner. I fantasy and somewhat sci fi loving little siblings of course I become a bit interested in some tidbits of things.
"You are not presenting yourself well and are getting into the more negative space of the dislike chart." He takes my arm and pulls me into his again rock hard chest and not complementary rock hard, but more literal.
"The more you resist me the more you appeal to me. And with this appeal I shall not end to my quest to have your heart as mine."
"If that was an attempt at reverse psychology to get me to try and like you in hopes that it would eventually become so. Then you are out of luck. Besides haven't we already done this song and dance already?" I said moving away from him and to a table that now held food and drink. I pick up the drink and swirl it around. I can tell it's wine by the smell and coloring, but was it spiked in some way I couldn't see, but it will probably be avoided. I put it down on the table. Turning my attention to some ripe looking grapes I didn't see him come up from behind and place his hand on mine.
"Do not think that I would stoop so low as to use a drugged wine glass to bed a maiden. It's incredibly vulgar. Only the lowest of undesirables do such crude things and they're the ones who lose their heads first."
"I suppose with you there will be quite a few undesirables as you put it that will have their heads chopped off if you were to rein. Not that it will happen." I take a grape and place it in my mouth, then I feel the stinging of something crushing my jaw and wrenching me forth to look at Balthoron's face that held the same sneer as his uncle did the first time I met him. His voice took on a low and searing tone.
"Little Carla do you think it is wise to insult me about my birthright to rule this realm and all who are in it? A monarchy which is something so serious and so important that you are choosing now to belittle not only my position but yours to be? How can you see this as wise?" His eyes almost take on some sort of sinister glow as his grip on my jaw was strengthening. He actually managed to pick me up off the ground as he did this. It looked as if he was doing an ode to Shakespeare's Hamlet. The next display was of my body being tossed to the other side of the room. Nothing too bad, just some skid marks on my skin and the feeling of pumping blood reflowing around where he held my head. "This is not something I truly desire to do to you, my dearest one."
That voice of his was softer now, but still had a raspy undertone. I feel his hands on my arm and waist as he lifts me back onto my feet. I shirk away from him ready to hit him with all that I have got. His hands stop this idea by enclosing his hands around my fists. He brings them up to his chest and he looks have changed again. His eyes lost the glow of anger and replaced with a gentle doe shine. His lips were in a smile as he brought me closer to him.
"Just remember not to doubt your destiny anymore you are to be with me as is fate. The more you taunt such good fortune the more it shall turn into sour grapes. And grapes they have a tendency to get squashed into the dirt." He then transported the grapes into his hand and offered them to me. I could hear a small chuckle from deep within his throat as if he thought that what he had just said was incredibly witty. I found it rather dry and sickening considering what he just did barely a minute ago. I push successfully away from him and go straight to the drink on the table and take a small gulp. Okay a medium sized gulp. No it was not a large it was a medium. If it was a large gulp the wine would have been halfway empty it wasn't even close to that point. I didn't want to get loopy around this guy. I need to stay sharp and….Holy crap that hurts! Is this what whiplash feels like?! No wonder people ask for disability! I griped my head as if it was going to do anything to stop the swirling of the room. The pounding of horribly played bongos would have been relief instead of this skull puncture and neck ache.
A tsk, tsk of the tongue goes off in the room followed by the sound of swift footfalls coming towards me. The echo off of the stone covered room gave more rise to the desire for offbeat bongos.
"My poor queen to be, shall I help to heal your sore neck with the soothing touch of my hands to massage the knots and kicks?"
"After what you did to me, what makes you think that I would let you anywhere near my neck? You would probably snap it in half." He didn't say anything. No retort of any sort. Not even a whimsical laugh at my remark. A blank face and moved closer. His hands move over to my shoulders and I don't know something weird happened. I…can't believe I'm saying this But I liked it. The feeling of his touch. The way the skin of his hand moves over the skin of my neck. It feels intoxicating. Red light. Red light! RED LIGHT! I jump away from him like I had just put my hand in the electric socket. It must have been a fluke I reason with myself. It just has to be a fluke of the mind. Maybe his hands are cold and it was like a cold compress on my sore muscles. Yes, that has to be it.
"Something the matter my dear?" No surprise it's him. And he's touching me again with his bare masculine hands…What is wrong with me? "Nothing is wrong with you Persephone. Everything is as it should be and will be forever more." His hands do some talking as they push away the fabric around me to reach my bare flesh. Again the strange sensation comes over me from the light caresses of my fingers. Why? Why? The loss of sense within my mind comes and I feel inclined to fall into his arms. This isn't right. Why do I feel this way? "A few drops was all it took."
This snaps me into sense and sensibility. A few drops? A few drops of a date rape drug perhaps? I knew it he drugged me! That fucking bastard!
"You slimy underhanded toad! You are so desperate you had to dope my drink in order to get with me!"
"My Queen you must turn the volume of your voice down. At least till our wedding night then I encourage you to be as loud as you see fit of it. It is at that point I shall get with you as you have put it. All I have really done to you is change your persuasion so to speak. Your feeling of hate and dread towards me are turning into those of passion and lust." I look at him in shock which by now you would think would have worn off by now since I have been around this shmuck.
"The more you and I touch." His eyes like a hawk spotting a rabbit dart to my hands and with a mere flick take hold of them and create this horrid but exhilarating rush. "Yes a touch as simple and pure as the holding of hands." His fingers curl around mine keeping that warm blanket moving further through me. "Will nurture the growing bud of desire and love till at last you accept my love and offers of marriage and royal standing. You will desire no other companion and lover but me. All of your heart shall belong to me and me alone. It will not take much time now. Just a few more precious minutes till you will lose all senses."
His eyes so beautiful now in the dim light of the candles burning like my soul for him. He blinks once before they begin to close. In place of light he uses his soft lips for sight. They land upon mine in a quick chaste kiss that I return with far more force. I wrap my arms around his neck and his grasp my waste. His hands strong and firm with long and graceful fingers take the lead to travel all over what they desired. Seeking the warmth of my skin to aid his cooling fingers. (BANG! KNOCK! BANG!)
"All that brings happiness to this world who could it be that ruins my time with my Queen to be!" His vanishing touch leaves me breathless in the need to feel him again. I follow him up the stairs careful not to step upon his cape as we ascend a staircase tower. Upon reaching the top we can see all that is around us. At the large wooden door there was a party. Not a party of guests invited for a joyous event. But a party made up of warriors from the great elven woods, sturdy mountain dwarves, battle worn men and a few honest hobbits of the shire with the attendance of a certain wizard. They stood their ground at the door using all their strength to tear it down and steal me away from Balthoron's tender embrace.
"Those fools. They rush to their deaths far too quickly. Then again why should I have to sully my hands with their blood so early on? I'll let my underlings have a little fun first then I shall take care of them. Picking who is to be the first casualty of mine will be troublesome. My Uncle, has a past with my father and I that must be dealt with in a harsh manner, perhaps he shall become the first prisoner of war. That way I shall have the sweetest of revenge to be placed on him over and over again. Then there is that meddlesome wizard who should have learned to keep his nose out of everyone's business long ago. And too many to name in this time and place when…" He turns roughly pushing me into his broad chest. His arms wrapped around me so tight and warm that he may as well have put a blanket over me.
"I have you all to myself for such a time as precious as this." He leans after a quick and seductive lick of the lips. His mouth does not make contact with mine, but instead travels along the shell of my ear and down to the base of neck and collarbone. Sucking lightly and driving me crazy as he does so. "Tell me the truth now Persephone, do you love the feel of my touch?" I bite my lips so no sound can betray me. "Oh now why do you torture these full and inviting lips of yours with such harsh treatments? Allow your body ease and rest. Allow your heart to open for me." His hand travels down my back tracing little patterns along the dress till it finds rest on the curve of my rear. How much further can he go before this dark emotion takes over me?
With the strength surprising me greatly I hit him in the gut giving me the opportunity to strike his nose with the palm of my hand. Breaking his nose and sending gushes of blood to pour down his face. While he wailed in pain I gave him a hit to the shin and a round house kick knocking him down to his side. He wriggled like the worm he is for a few short seconds before he returned the favor and brought me roughly down to the floor banging my hand on to the hard stone floor. My vision clouded in tune with a pounding head and a soon harsh whisper of a dastardly snake.
"You little bitch! How dare you break my nose!" I fight the sense of vertigo to look him in the eye only to receive a hit to bring me down. Or at least an attempt to bring me down. I get up again and find myself regaining my hatred of him and that brought me up with stable legs. He attempts to hit me again, but I grab his fist and use the momentum of the swing to toss him to the floor. Seeing this coming he rolls with it and pops back up again ready for more. "I don't know what I saw in you."
"You didn't see anything past a person you can control, but now you know you can't control me." We begin to circle each other. I hold up my fists ready to deck him into the last thousand years.
"Yes. What good is a horse that can claim no rider?"
"What good is a man who can't get a willing woman?"
"A very poor insult. After all I got you, didn't I?" he takes the plundge and tries to grab me. I dodge this and use my leg to trip him over. He looked so ridiculous sprawled on the floor like a dunce.
"Yes, but you had to lie and take the form of your cousin in order to do so. That just proves you got no game." I mock him. His eyes they burn like fire and try to bring those forced desires through me again.
"You say that I have no game and yet you are the one that reacts like a bitch in heat when you so much as cast a glance into my eyes." He moves closer and quicker than I could react he again throws me to the floor. Grasping my wrists so that I could not strike him down he slams me on to the floor. "No longer are you a worthy wife in my eyes. But you still hold some value." His finger traces my chin to which I attempt to bite off. "Before I would not have thought of doing this, but now my sense of need is too strong to be ignored. Once I have finished no one will think you worthy of being a wife."
In response to his words I can feel my heart pounding against my ribs. It has been a long time since I have felt this scared. My breathing hitches in tune with the blood rushing throughout my body urging my body to move, to fight, to run, and to do something! I cannot and will not let him do this to me or anyone else! This is not going to end well for him.
"AAAHHHHHHHH! CAAAWWWW!" He looks up in surprise at what has just happened. I used his curse on me against him. Transformed into the form of a harpy with the wings the feathers and my favorite feature, flesh tearing talons! I land my first strike grazing his cheek. A thin line of blood was beginning to flow down his face a reaction of separating from each other. He I could tell was dumbfounded about the recent change in me. Touching his bleeding cheek with a shaking hand he was shocked.
"You dared to mar my face." He said it with so much emotion that I almost felt bad for what I did. Almost. It's hard to suppress such a horrid things that he tried to do to me just now and what he would keep doing. There was no hope for this guy on the side of good anymore. He was going down.
(BANG! BANG! BAANNNG!) Both of us turn to the sound of the door caving in. The cavalry had made it to the room that we were in. I could see with great relief that Gandalf was among those that had entered. But relief was going to have to take a step back as the lunatic came at me with a hidden sword attempting to chop off my head. In turn I took another swipe at him with my talons swiping a few strands of his hair. The party stood to gain more guests as the spill of the cavalry gave way to those who wished to see us dead. Not only was this no longer Romeo trying to kill me but his little cronies were getting in on the action. One swipe at him equaled two macho men after taking their turn at slicing into my belly. I ended up having to deal with them instead of Mr. Personality as he found a new object of torture and that was to kill his Uncle. Who hadn't even bothered to change out of his wedding gear for battle gear.
As all of us danced to the beat of clashing blades and slashed flesh I came to find myself back to back with a certain trouble seeking wizard. In fact I almost mistook him for the enemy and came close to taking a swipe at him.
"Hold back your talons young one!"
"Sorry Gandalf. Duck!" He does allowing me to strike the goblin that had been coming after him.
"Would you mind?"
"Knock yourself out." We seemed to have had a mind reading moment. He picked me up by the arm swinging me around to hit solider on one side while he with his staff knocked those on the other to the ground. He then flipped me into the air to dive down on at the evil doers. We made a good team I admit and the crowd was losing the supporters of the sauron supporter. Thanks to those like King Aragorn who moves his sword as gracefully as a conductor with his baton during an orchestra. He leads the humans with steps matching that of the sounds of violins ranging from high to low in a plethora of sounds. While the elves lead by their king moved about with the rhythm of wood winds and strings. The dwarves marched along to that of drum beats strong and steady footwork. And the Hobbits well they had a music style all their own.
"This is over Uncle! You will be killed along with your precious son and his whore!"
"Such words you boast shall go unfulfilled my once dear nephew."
"Easy for you to say Uncle. But we'll see who has the last laugh." With a great surge of power in the thrust of his sword Balthoron sent Thranduil's mighty sword from his grasp. Stunned by the sudden movement the king took leave of his senses and lost sight of the impending doom coming at him. Without a second thought I dive in between the two elves and knock that pompous ass to the ground. No, I didn't mean Thranduil.
"Like it or not we're going to be family soon and where I'm from you don't let people mess with family. Even if they have been acting like well you…" The devils must be skiing because I am pretty sure Hell just froze over. Thranduil had looked at me with respect and I'm sorry could that be a hint of a smile?
"Watch out!" Thranduil pushes me to the side to avoid the plunge of a blade from that which is the most odious of elves. No longer was his sanity in his movements. Wildly and dangerously he was swinging his blade desperately trying to hack one or the both of us.
"I will not be defeated! I will enslave you all!" His blade fell into the marble column creating a fissure within the structure. "Well not all of you of course. I can't have horrible beings in my new kingdom." He took the blade out of the fissure. His eyes seemed more focused now, but on who was the big question.
The attention focused on the mad elf took away from something that was to become an important factor in this battle. As he moved no one for saw that we were entering the room with which the bodies of Legolas and Frodo were resting. I didn't put it together until I bumped into the crystal casket.
"Perhaps I should just kill him now. Suffering would look well upon you Uncle. The sight of your priceless son dead and you just sat there and watched as his blood decorated his stone cold body. Oh I suppose I can be merciful and kill you afterward ending your suffering." His eyes they dart in my direction.
"You still have a chance to redeem yourself and become something greater than what you have aligned yourself with. Come to me." His hand now outstretched beckoned to me to come and sample his touch from here on after.
"Keep her out of this Balthoron."
"You should learn to be silent." Quicker than the time we could react Balthoron stabbed Thranduil in the side with his sword. Blood gushed down staining the once brilliant blue tunic he wore. "Oh Uncle you are so clumsy getting blood all over your best tunic. You should be more careful."
"Come to me Persephone and live or would you care to die after all?"
"I don't think so."
"Wha? AHHH!" A blast of energy hit Balthoron into the column that had the fissure and you would not believe who it was that shot off that blast of energy.
"Hi Carla!" The twins shout out to me.
"Oh there they are." Gandalf said coming into the room.
"You brought children to a battle?!" I screech ready to have it out with the wizard.
"I did not bring them here Carla and thus please calm yourself they came to just now in the other room."
"He's telling the truth." Janie said moving to my side.
"We've been here since you have been here." Eric said going to the other.
"You've been here the whole time and you didn't once think to run for it?!"
"We would have if we weren't trying to think of ways to avoid being de..defected?" Janie was having trouble with a word and looked to us to see if anyone else knew what it was.
"That's right detected. We hid from view hoping that we could save you and the others from the bad man." Janie finished. Then Eric continued.
"But we never had much time to do anything but hide."
"The two of you should have stayed hidden." The voice of Balthoron rang through the air he was up on his feet again and the wild look had not faded. "Now that I have all those that I need right here I will not fail."
"How many times is he going to say something like that?" Both twins asked. I block the twins from him using my wings. This guy is delusional and dangerous there is no sense taking a chance on anything else.
"Gandalf as soon as you can. Take the twins and get out of here." I whisper careful of not allowing Balthoron to hear anything.
"But we can help you."
"It's too risky for the two of you to stay here. Now I don't want any lip. Stay with Gandalf and do what he says. I promise I'll be back."
"No you won't." The bastard moves quick he came in front and took a swipe at chopping off my arm. He nicked it but didn't strike the bone. His attention was away from the kids and thanks to Gandalf they were out of range for the guy and was ready in case of any threat to come at them.
Balthoron was focused on me at this point and this time I had a plan to keep that cocky highbrow loony down.
"Balthoron, I need you to cease what you are doing and listen to me. I am about to say a few words that will indeed please you." Half lid eyes looked into his. He kept his weapon up but did not raise it high enough for the alarm of it falling upon my skull.
"Speak your words and I will listen. However the amount of pleasure I receive from your words depends on the truth that you provide to aid those words."
"I will become your queen on two conditions that when met shall raise no objection from me to what you wish of me. Do you desire for me to continue Balthoron?"
"You can't marry him Carla! He's a bad man!" Eric shouts.
"Eric! The adults are talking. Now you and Janie remember what happened to the children who didn't listen to the adults and how they would up in that book. The two of you remember that right?" The nod of two heads follow through. "Good the two of you are listening to me." Balathron
"My interest has been peaked but the cast of doubt is ever present to your position in the past what has changed such a time that has been shorter than the life of a fruit fly to bring you to this decision?"
"Am I to understand that you are trying to talk me out of a decision that I have made?"
"Call it one of your insurance policies. What is it that you are planning? I do wonder about it. But first the conditions are to be brought forth and then the explanation."
"The first condition is that you let my baby brother and sister goes unharmed and the second is that you swear to never hurt me."
"These conditions I will agree to. As long as you agree to all your duties as my queen, that is." He moves over to me playing with a strand of my hair. He leans closer to allow his breath to tickle the shell of my ear. "And that means all duties. Starting now." I nod and he smiles evilly looking about the room at those who were watching and he made his next words into a show. "You see that? All of that which has transpired here at this moment of history? Those who have died here today did die in vain to bring back a prince and his supposed love will not see that day. For she has consented to becoming my queen with nary a concern to be given to Legolas. Shows how little you really know her doesn't it?"
"Must you tease them in this manner and at now of all times?"
"A wife remains obedient to her husband. That means that she does not make him appear in ill light."
"I only wish to point out to you that you are wasting time that can be used for other…activities." I move with grace closer to him. Arms enveloped around his frame as they traced his muscled chest. A low grunt was beginning in his throat as my fingers flew lower but stopped before they could reach the more interesting parts.
"Such skill in debate should be rewarded." He looked softly at me and then turned harsh upon the others. "The rest of you may leave while you still can."
"We are not leaving without our friends."
"And my son!" snarled Thranduil, his wound no longer bleeding as badly as before.
"My dear uncle such delusions you have of me showing such kindness to you."
"But Balathron you could release the hobbit." I say to him.
"And prey tell why you believe that I should do such a thing. Has your fickle heart turned to him now?"
"No, Balathron. I mean to make some favors amongst certain people. Giving back the hero of the hobbits gives them a sense of gratitude or debt to you. Frodo is after all a strong icon to them."
"What good is hobbits' support to me?"
"It took hobbits to take down the Dark Lord. Imagine what they may be able to accomplish on their swift feet and unseen ways for you."
"Again your debate bears fruit of reason. Fine then take your friend for I have no more use of him as he is now." The case that had contained Frodo was now dissolved and his state of deep sleep shaken away. He blinked once then twice before looking about the room. By that time his cousins had reached him and were holding him close to be sure that he was alive and unharmed.
"Carla! Get away from him, he's…!"
"She already knows who I am and is already in agreement to becoming my bride. Now leave before I change my mind and have you killed off."
"But..but…but this cannot be Carla you agreed to this?"
"Frodo I believe you have heard Balathron. You should leave..now. Everything will be alright."
Frodo with the urging and pushing of his close ones left but he could not help a look back at who he sees I have become.