Denied Rights

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I know it’s rather short, I apologize!! Thanks to those who reviewed! I love it when people try to guess what happens too, so feel free to tell me what you think is going to happen next….. On with the story….


**Lothlorien**


Legolas turned to see Haldir and a young boy behind them. Haldir stood straight and proud, his arms folded across his chest. His face was stern and for a second, Legolas was surprised to see what he thought he was sorrow flick across his eyes. But the next thing he new, those eyes were staring right into his own, capturing him for a few moments.

The marchwarden only looked away wthe the child tugged on his tunic and Haldir bent down to let the boy whisper into his ear. Whatever was said was uttered to quietly for Legolas’ elven ears to hear.

Haldir smiled at the child and rufflis his hair before returning his gaze to the two male elves in front of him. “Luimhenn, you should be practicing,” he said curtly.

The elf took his arm away quickly and stood up. Luimhenn nodded and immediately, after a small smile at Legolas said, “Of course marchwarden.” He picked up his bow and quiver, and hurried off to join the other elves sparring. Immediately he found a partner, and soon the two of them were trading blows.

“I think you scared him, Haldir,” said Legolas turning back to his friend. Haldir’s stony expression didn’t change, and Legolas feared that Haldir may have been mad at him for speaking to Luimhenn.

“Do you not like him? I thought he was rather nice,” said Legolas cautiously, as he curled a piece of golden hair around his finger.

Haldir’s face softened as he studied Legolas. The marchwarden was irritated that Luimhenn had started to make advances on Legolas, when he had specifically told the elves under his command to leave the advisor alone.

Luimhenn however did whatever he pleased to when it came to objects of desire, and even played the sympathy card about his different color eyes. Haldir snorted. He wouldn’t be surprised if that was how Legolas was reeled in. Realizing he couldn’t say this to the young elf before him, he racked his brain for something diplomatic to say.

“He is a fine elf, and I am honored to have him fight alongside of me,” he muttered as he shifted his feet. Legolas was about to speak again when Haldir cut him off. “Now, let us speak of this child by my side,” he said brightening considerably. He pulled the youngster in front of him. “Legolas this is Estel, Lord Elrond’s foster son,” he said.

Legolas smiled. “Estel and I have already met, Haldir. I have only just recently returned from Imladris, where I had the privilege of meeting this little rascal.” The boy smiled at him and nodded at Haldir’s questioning look.

“I see,” said Haldir, putting his arm around Legolas’ shoulders. “Well then, since the both of you are acquainted, you won’t mind if the three of us have lunch together then?” When neither Legolas nor Estel had any objections, the three of them exited the training grounds and started back towards Haldir’s talon.

Luimhenn watched them go, silently furious that the Marchwarden had dismissed him so easily and then swooped in on the golden haired elf. The Mirkwood elf would be his, and there was nothing that precious Haldir could do to stop him.


**Mirkwood**

Calimara carefully tucked the in the wisps of hair escaping her hood. Even though she was clothed in a tunic and leggings, her brothers had still thought it necessary to hide her face. “Better safe than sorry,” Anganca had said, and so she had complied. The princess patted her horse on the neck. They had been traveling for several hours; at first they had gone quickly, for fear that Thranduil would chase them. Yet when it seemed that they were not being followed, Vorimarao had slowed the company.

She didn’t know many of the elves who accompanied them. She knew her three brothers of course, and she also knew the three captains who served under those brothers. In all, there were thirty four elves that made up the company.

The thirty warriors had sworn to protect them with their lives, and would go against their king to do so, and for this Calimara was grateful.

Her horse nickered softly, annoyed that the princess had lifted her hand. “Sorry girl,” she murmured. “I didn’t mean to neglect you,” she continued and began to slowly stroke her mare’s neck again. Aranisilo and Angancaed ued up beside her.

“How do you fare, sister?” Aranisilo asked. For anyone could see that she was pained. Although whether it was physically or mentally, was hard to tell. Calimara smiled.

“I am fine Aran. I merely dwell on the past, and the memories I wish did not exist.”

Anganca frowned. “Do not dwell on the bad memories. Instead, remember the good times, and think of the future.” He grasped her hand. “We only want you to be happy, Cali.” She squeezed his hand lightly.

“I will only be happy, if all of us are happy.” She thought of Rumil and how she desired to see him once again. Perhaps Rumil would assist her in finding maidens for her brothers... She shook her head.

As long as they were safe from Thranduil, she would be content.

Vorimarao, who had been leading, suddenly halted the company. “Nobody move,” he hissed as he cocked his head, listening intently.

The elves froze, hands on their weapons. Anganca and Aranisilo carefully kept their sister between them, and she felt for the dagger on her hip.

A distinct crunching noise could now be heard, and the Vorimarao furrowed his brow in confusion, trying to figure out where he had heard that sound before. And suddenly, he knew.


**AN** Oh man that was evil, even for me….. Well I guess you’ll just have to wait until I get the next chapter up to find out what happens… Or maybe I’ll go back to the twins, or Thranduil, or Legolas, and you’ll have to wait even longer….We’ll see…..