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blankdblank · 3 years

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Ash Pt 10

Barks in the middle of a deep dream stirred you to another guest inside your bedroom. One peek however brought the small burrowing Prince to your focus who curled up with hold of one of your dog dolls then was burrowing more in his nest of a hiding spot to the roll of thunder that had you close your eyes and settle back into sleep again. The pair of guards however from the nursery now outside your apartment doors were the only sign for any who would come looking as to where the Prince was now hidden. By the time your breakfast wake up call came the boy was gone with just a folded paper crown that was left on the head of the dog doll he wasn’t clutching the night before.

Softly to yourself you chuckled and imagined next you’d be finding the boy trying to sneak into your library in a means to help himself to some new fairy tales as he had taken a fondness to your stuffed animals. Perhaps you might ask when his birthday was then try to find a pattern to stitch him up a set of his own stuffed animals to keep him safe at night since through the days he seemed to render so many of the Elf Lords helpless when he would go missing. Forest green pants were tucked inside your tall grey boots and socks to prep for anything possible, a grey sweater that hung past your hips with ties in cinched sections to separate the front and back longer sections to help digs into pockets when necessary. Loose down your back your freshly combed curls that held the freshly re-snapped gem beads were returned to their former locations.

“Today Ada?” Thranduil turned to find his son in his closet doorway with two robes in hand locked in choosing between them at the replay of the goodnight you had shared. “Left one, wear the mint for your offer intent of courtship.” Thranduil sighed and Legolas said, “Twice, I saw, twice the both of you kissed again.”

“Little Leaf,” he tried to plea in a shrug into the mint robe over his white tunic and crème pants and boots.

“No other reason for your head to bend that low otherwise.”

“I will offer.”

That had Legolas smile and extend his list, “Now, our ideas for a surprise courtship presentation. I will start with my favorites and one from Glorfindel then name the rest.”

Thranduil sighed feeling a tad bit lost as for how to impress you with this offer, or at least convey that this is a necessary step between the actual start of the public courtship in a system he was more than certain was vastly different to the one you had grown up with. He wanted to be your choice, not to be another obligation by means of wine laced intimacies, of which clearly he now had little control of displaying publicly. And now he merely had to convince you to let him clip in the feather accented chain decorations adorned with traditional small round bells and pendants of protection that also bore your sigils upon them. White, orange and dark grey were the colors chosen for his feathers, each significant and to mark his intentions for a future union paired with polka dotted grey feathers to pay homage in a playful way to your statement of weakness for freckled creatures.

So very badly he wanted this to work. He merely had to ask. Eat, rather, then wait and ask when you would arrive. For now he listened to the jumble of ideas on how to make the begin stage of a courtship with you a memorable one that you might be appreciative and find as memorable for its adoring nature. He just wanted to prove that he would love and cherish you as you ought to be or ought to have been by both family and former spouse. Surely you trusted him, he was your personal secretary and confidant and best friend here. Deeper trust would be gained upon consideration of courtship as far as physical contact would be concerned, but you had to know even in talks of children in the future that would never be rushed, merely near to the end of the courtship steps that followed the marriage ceremony itself. Consummation was never timed out, and the very last thing he would ever consider was to harm you by impatience or enabling a step too far should he imagine you uncertain at all.

He did love you, you are his One yet even before that just brief glimpses of who you truly were had him smitten beyond belief to himself. Intimacies had been made, and now to sustain his honor in your eyes an offer must be made. There would be no time limit, however long you wished to consider him he would proudly wait and then wait some more. He missed you, even just in a break for sleep should you agree to allow him to be yours perhaps at least an agreed upon joint breakfast or daily lunch cold be arranged in alternating schedules surrounding any possible meetings for him or shifts for yourself.

Anxious fidgets to the glasses settled on the table for the clock ended to the sound of the bell above the door that gave a chime to the obvious announcement of the very same woman the Prince had ceased speaking about to say through a wide grin. “I will let our Queen in. Just relax. She will not refuse the offer.”

To the door he went and left his father to listen the greeting at the door which ended to his stating of, “No, I am needed at the archery grounds. Prince Estel requires extra supervision for his lessons.”

“Oh, okay,” was his response and the timid ease of his front door shut left the King in a downward glance mid adoring chuckle to the careful approach of his One. Rather impatiently his feet however carried him from the spot he swore to himself he would wait, “Oh,” you murmured. And against a chance to memorize the adorably wide eyed moment when you saw him in front of you his body drooped to snap right back to how he hoped to say good morning to you.

Promptly to a hand in a short glide along your cheek his lips met yours. No chance to take hold of anything on his chest the brief kiss ended and left you in a silent moment of panic as to how to claim another moment like it. Your fingers however did tangle in his hair and lowly in a chuckle of relief to the tug that halted his retraction again inwards he melted to meet you halfway on a toe top rise and lingered there. And even when your lips did part still blind and tenderly he claimed the chance to hold his forehead to yours for a deliciously close step to the day he could brazenly take you up in his arms without reason of fear or by rules of a dance. He meant to pull back, well his head did and managed enough space to open his eyes with the beginnings of a smirk to the hand from his hair now in a slide up his wrist to melt his hand back to your cheek. What he hoped for as a sign of another plea for a kiss was enough to have him on the cusp of gasping.

To the pool of tears in your eyes and quiver of your lips his eyes took in every inch of the losing battle that just swept on top of you at once, “I like this,” you managed to squeak out in the fall of the first tear. Instantly your eyes clenched and in a momentary lean into his palm and open mouthed it hit him what you must have been repressing all this time. Surely you must have lived amongst creatures like the mortals here who are much more physically expressive of affections and to the sudden drop of three more tears and shake of your head his eyes met yours in their open. Forcefully you breathed out a half hearted chuckle and whispered, “I don’t know why I’m crying…”

One single sniffle broke the dam and from your cheek into your hair his hand moved in his step forward to hold you firmly while the sobs began to flood out. Timid at first in his hold soon enough your arms had laced around his middle and hands fisted in the cloth on his back as if he would dare to let go. He wouldn’t. Not until you had calmed. You didn’t know why you were crying. But in his embrace and the press of his cheek to the top of your head with his eyes clamped shut he felt that same ever present pain, though lessened, still there and breathing gasps that flooded you entirely in its try to overtake you again and spoil your future. The curse was gone but those scars still bled and he knew that battle all too well, the loneliness, the fear, the numbness when the climax of the pain threshold had been topped and doubts. He wouldn’t let go of you, not in this. This was why he wanted to wait, and now this was exactly why he couldn’t for just an offer of intent. For what felt like forever in his arms you wept and wept until the pain subsided and still in tears of embarrassment he held you still cursing each and every person who might have or had harmed you along with each and every year that had been spent inside that prison.

Behind your back your hand moved in his eventual ease back, in full sight of his inquisitive stare that watched a handkerchief be pulled from your back pocket that dabbed across your cheeks. “No apologies,” he said to cut you off. Words that had your eyes on him and he shook his head, “We all have pain. And sudden traps from such. No apologies.”

“I got your shirt wet.” You said and he shook his head. “You can’t say I didn’t. I saw you perfectly dry when I came in.”

“That is a matter of perspective.” Simply to a sniffle you shook your head and folded your handkerchief again in a glance around the hall then up to him again and his offered hand, “I have a question for you, might we sit?”

You nodded in the ease of your hand onto his palm for the stroll into his sitting room, right to your usual chair that he eased out and faced towards his after pocketing the handkerchief again. Curiously you took the seat offered and watched his motion to ease and turn his own chair that he brought in closer to yours to smile and settle into then scoop up your hands off of your lap to cradle and caress to calm his nerves in this. “Our cultures differ, of that we are certain.” You nodded lost for words. “Today however prior to our clock session and the unearthing of the mystery gift from Lord Girion of Dale I wished to express something to you.” You nodded again to the sense he was waiting for a reaction of some sort to keep going in his courage building pause. “I wished to request your consideration to an offer of intent for courtship between yourself and I.”

“So, you, you want to court me?”

“Yes. There are certain steps for our kin, and pray do take to consideration you have all the time in the world to consider my offer. This is how it is done, day to day everything will be to your comfort and upon notice from you of acceptance or refusal matters of custom amongst our courtship can discussed in further detail. Merely,” hastily he wet his lips, “I wish for you to feel safe, and confident in this choice, and this choice is yours. I will always be your One, no matter the choice and I shall always be devoted to your comfort and safety. As long as you need you have it for this weighty period of internal pondering for my placement in your heart and domestic days.” His eyes quickly darted over your face to take in your reaction when your brows scrunched up.

“You think I would turn you down?”

“You have every right to refuse my offer and any other presented to you. All I have is my offer, the power of choice belongs to you and no other. With my offer does come a second request, there is a token of pondering our kin adorn themselves with I might ask if you would accept the chance to display that you are in pondering of an offer of intent?”

“What, sort of token?” you asked and with a grin he brought out a box from beside his drink glass and revealed the feather accented hair decoration. “Oh that’s incredible,”

“Thank you, we craft them ourselves. Normally it is added to the hair. Would you accept it?” You nodded and again he smiled in a lean forward to gently find the right fold of curls to clip and weave the addition into. Eventually on the right side of your head it was secured and to your thanks he said, “No, thank you, I am eternally honored that you would display my token. For now, our clock is waiting.” Again you nodded and he rose to help you turn your chair to face the table then sit in his own rotated chair eager to get back to this test of your pairing that together was being bested and showed to be near completion.

Together all of the loose pieces had worked into small clumps now that at the clear sign from the clock to stop would have to be worked together possibly the following day. “Do you have more meetings?” you asked to break the silence of the topic of what to do next.

“No, oh, your gifts from Dale.” He said in a pop up to his feet for a stroll across the room to a trunk along the wall you didn’t notice earlier. Beside you he settled the trunk and undid the locks to ease the lip open revealing a duo of bound portraits and some more gifts underneath a sealed letter. To your approving nod he broke the seal of the letter and read the eloquent apology dripping with hopes to have a friendship in the future while you choose to humor that forgiveness you rightly had the choice to refuse him.

All the same from the first wrapped portrait your eyes fell on what would be revealed to be the black outline of a tree in the center of a sea of multicolored leaves in hues of red, orange, yellow and few pops of green. “Oh that’s pretty,” you said making the King grin in his own relief that the first of the gifts seemed to please you.

The second portrait of the upper half of an upright bear in a forest with some glowing butterflies, “That’s pretty too.” You said in looking the portrait over he set aside to reach into the trunk and bring out a wrapped bundle that upon unwrapping was a supply of various silks with odd color patterns that had you glance at the King, “Silk?”

“This is Gondorian silk. Quite a gift. Our Seamstresses could layer this for some rather elegant wraps if you wished. Are you pleased with the gifts?”

“They are all rather beautiful. An interesting mix, but I suppose what would you give to a stranger?” Lowly he chuckled and folded the silks back into their wrapping and settled them with the paintings back into the trunk.

“True, I shall gather some parchment and ink to pen your response.” Onto his feet he rose and while he moved you followed for a smirk once he saw that you were at his side upon reach of his desk in his study now stunningly devoid of any papers on the floor. Seated at his desk with quill ready he word for word copied in the bits that you chose and added more to fill in the blanks and fluff up what would be the first draft of the letter.

Amusingly enough for him in this joint venture of aid in a proper answer for such fine gifts on top of the task the simple place you had chosen to sit had him smiling ear to ear. With leg bent on top of the arm of the chair draped against his back to rest with arms settled on his shoulders and one down his chest to point out possible changes then tap anxiously on the pin at his neck. Absently you had found this position and without a word on a request to find this perch he relaxed to the feel of your chin on his shoulder and hair that fell down your side and over the end of his elbow now propped on top of your bent thigh that supported your weight. It wasn’t until the reach for his seal that inside the wooden box that in his lean the position became noticeable when you had to sit up to let his body give the slight lean necessary to reach said wax seal kit. His free hand however halted an entire flight from the spot in its place on your forearm that had slid back to his shoulder and guided in his lean back upright again you back against his back. “Stay comfortable. I shall copy this draft and you may inspect your new seal.”

“I have a seal?” He grinned and from the box removed the silver seal that reminded you in shape of a chess piece for the body that on the bottom you inspected the swan and pear accents tucked into the design. It wasn’t until his fingers had come into your view that you realized he had copied the draft already and required the stamp you brought into their reach. Quite deliberately each fingertip brushed along yours in the trade and once he was certain the ink was dried the presentation of the quill to you had you glance between the letter and his eyes before it clicked and you murmured, “Right, sign.” To himself he smiled and in an easy swivel in his seat the arm that blocked you was now around your hips to help keep you stable in the lean you took forward to sign the bottom of the letter underneath his copy of the runes for your title in their tongue.

Timidly post blow on the signature to dry it back in its stand you left the quill and with ease his hand once you were upright again moved to help its twin fold the letter which using the wax block from the open seal kit was marked from you by the simple press of the seal. Once pulled from the wax however he showed its path back to the box stating, “As your personal secretary for ease I shall keep your seal beside mine in case you might ever have need of it then it shall be found with ease.” You nodded and in the sink of your eyes to the pin on the neck of his robe you had been tapping he asked, “Is something troubling you?”

Promptly you shook your head and said, “That’s quite a, well I don’t know what to call that stone. The pale green one,” you said in a tap of his pin that had his grin ease out again.

“Green quartz, rather rare for this region. A gift from Celebrimbor upon my name day when he first awoke.”

You nodded and asked, “Have you ever seen an opal? Or a pearl? A good bit of my novels mention them, but I’ve never seen one in person.”

“How would you like a trip to our treasury? There we have a full array of gemstones for you to inspect.”

“Well, I can go there? Wouldn’t it be guarded?”

“There is no thievery here. Any gemstones within the treasury are itemized and up for request to any citizen who wishes use of them by inquiry to the Crown Treasurers. The gemstones from your effect on that Dragon however would be requested only to you should any dream to have use of your unique fortune.” You nodded and carefully he rose and helped you up to your feet to join him on the stroll to the distant Treasury in one of the lowest levels of the Palace. Past several respectfully nodding Elves who all once behind you smiled to one another at notice of the accessory in your hair that from a side view had their excited Prince hug Lord Glorfindel tightly to keep him from interfering on whatever activity the King was taking you on.

The shimmer was first what locked you in place and to the feel of fingertips that eased across your back from the torch and crystal lantern lit treasury that could make a dragon weep for joy your eyes flinched to Thranduil who simply gave you a kind grin after himself having come from meager roots to now being the Regal Charge of this vast hoard of all his peoples. “The glimmer free stones are kept closer to the doors, as they are used more commonly in pieces.” From section to section each divided nook of the hoard situated around the supporting pillars and archways gave off a different hue as they housed all of the stones of that kind within the area from which he brought a few choice pieces nearer for your inspection.

Though a section specifically for pearls was divided into the variations of styles and shades they were found in. “Wait,” you said in lifting a silver pearl, “This looks like the beads on my grey velvet dress.”

“It was adorned with silver pearls.”

“I wore pearls? I would have been more careful in it had I known.” You said eyeing the gem to the deepening of his sentimental grin in notice of the approach of Celebrimbor who had heard in the forges that you had come down here. His own grin spreading to curiosity for what reason could be behind the visit. “Don’t you have to kill the animals that make these?”

Thranduil shook his head in a hope to dispel the image surely that played in your head to how they might have been gathered. “No, not at all. Quite gently these can be removed from the clams that grow them. Even on occasion these misshapen ones can be found to be spat out by the younger ones. These come from Lothlorien and the Hobbits there are quite adept at farming these gems for our kin. Celebrimbor can attest to their care, can you not?”

His lifted gaze turned your head to the Lord who nodded his head to you and grinned wider than he thought possible to the sight of the hair ornament you were wearing. “Why yes, quite skilled and caring farmers Hobbits. Even though they have little use of Pearls beyond spoon displays or pen knives we craft here for them still the craft and care of their prized clams are passed from generation to generation.”

“That’s good, they live in a shell, doesn’t seem fair to split them open for what they can grow, or even to eat them. Even lobsters and crabs I could barely tolerate the sight of those fishermen returning with their wagons parading through town like heroes.”

Celebrimbor, “A sentiment shared by many Elves here in Middle Earth. Fish are a different story when caught on rod and reel or very mild nets in overpopulated seasons.” His eyes looked you over and he asked, “You have need of pearls, Your Highness?”

“I, um, sort of.” That had Thranduil’s brow twitch up a moment. “Yesterday on our ride Legolas shared that there’s a Necromancer in your old territory, and I’ve consulted one of my books and I think I might have just the trick to clear them and the spiders and such out.”

Thranduil, “Involving pearls?”

“Yes, I need a pearl in rouge, and a fire opal for the potion.”

Celebrimbor, “Is this a complicated potion?”

“It takes four days to brew, so, yes. Fairly complicated in a degree of time. Most prefer quick potions and effects but to my research those are almost always faulty and require a backup plan to the backup plan when they fail.”

Thranduil said, “Well, as long as you will face no harm we will continue the lesson on gemstones along the way once you have chosen your proper pearl.”

“Well the closer to a gourd shape the better. All my notes confirm gourd over lumps would be best.” You said in a lean forward to the red section of pearls that between shift of your fingers the divided crystal boxes eased closer to you and way for each shape variation until you found what must have been the oddest shaped one in the bunch by the duo’s reckoning. “This should give it a reasonable kick.”

Gestured along the tour continued until in a wide loop of the room to end at the opal section where you chose a half raw uncut fire opal that Thranduil nodded in approval of the choice. “Choose what you require. Might we aid in any other ingredients?”

In a glance up to Celebrimbor you asked, “Is there a metal with tree rings?”

“Yes,” he said in a turn to guide you to the other end of the treasury. There he led you into another hall on the way to another maze of metal hoards where he came to a stop in front of a stack of metal blocks, each with rings and wave patterns on each beside tiered trays of coins and unshaped clumps. “Damascus steel. Is this what you require?”

You nodded and said, “I think, one of these coins, not the bigger ones,” you muttered in a shift of your fingers in the toe top stance through the box of various sized coins until you found one that matched up with the size of the end of your thumb. “This one?”

Thranduil again nodded when your eyes met his, “Anything you require.”

You nodded and eyed the coin and Celebrimbor asked, “Does it require shaping?”

“Needs a hole,” his palm within an instant was offered and once the coin was settled there the both of you followed him into the forges. Just the noise alone would have been enough to make you flinch by the Smiths forging new swords and shields and yet after being tucked into Thranduil’s side the first slam of the heavy mallets and tools to shape the sweltering metal the new noises were tolerated.

To his usual forge the Master Smith moved and eased out of his outer robe to be in just his tunic that once the sleeves were rolled up tools were gathered and once the coin was clamped in place a super heated metal press that to his skill with the task melted right through it like butter. Up from the coin he asked, “Big enough?”

With a nod you flinched out a quick grin, “Yes, thank you.”

Thranduil, “Do you require aid the forming of this potion?”

“I have the rest of the ingredients, though I will have to start it tomorrow morning after breakfast. It will need some air, would it be okay if I use one of the empty wing walkways for it?”

“Yes, whatever you need. Is it harmful for others?” Celebrimbor asked.

“To touch, it just needs some ventilation or it can be overpowering.”

Pt 11

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#Thranduil x OC #Tears #Touch Starved #Token #Personal Secretary #Gifts from Lord Girion #Trip to the Treasury #Celebrimbor #Glorfindel #Legolas #Prep for the Potion

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eirianerisdar · 7 years

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The Silent Song playlist

I posted playlists for The Rain Curtain and Tea and Deathsticks already, but The Silent Song took longer, being my most lengthy fic.

I found syncing music to the thematic elements of this story more challenging, as the plot elements changed within chapters themselves, with plot twists the most challenging of all. But I’ve finished, and here we have twenty-eight songs, for twenty-eight chapters. More songs will be added as new chapters go up; if you don’t have spotify, I’ve included the songs below so you can search them up yourselves.

Note: Don’t resort the playlist! It’s ordered exactly to correspond to chapter number, with each bolded song below a beginning of a new arc in the story, and serving as a thematic intro to the arc.

The Silent Song

Link to Spotify playlist

Link to Youtube playlist

1. Part I - The Music of the Spheres // MOUNTAIN, Pt.1 - NEEDTOBREATHE

2. The Council Meddles in the Rain // A Seam of Ironstone (Poldark)

3. Tea and Ink // Sea is Beautiful from Land (The Sailor’s Dream)

4. The Way of the Hawk-Bat // Calypso - (POTC 3)

5. Crystal Clear and Crystal Clouded // Duck Shoot (The Crown)

6. Crystal, Blade, Jedi // The Burning Bush (Prince of Egypt)

7. Forging and Fraying // Dressing-Down (The Crown)

8. Braiding and Upbraiding // The Milky Way - Sungha Jung

9. Part II - Falling Water // Tuesday (The Sailor’s Dream)

10. Life-Day Gifts // Hiccup the Chief/Drago’s Coming (HTTYD2)

11. Flute-Work // Theme from Poldark (Poldark)

12. Dying Light and Lengthening Shadow // Bloodlines (AC Syndicate)

13. The Living Force // Girion, Lord of Dale Extended (The Desolation of Smaug)

14. Part III - The Path-Seeker and his Lamp // What Comes Next? (Hamilton)

15. Fettered Fragments // Family (AC Syndicate)

16. Masks of Grey and Navy // Friend Like Me (Aladdin)

17. Shadows and Premonitions // A Spoonful of Sugar - Julie Andrews

18. Warp and Weft // You Can’t Take Me (Spirit, Stallion of the Cimarron)

19. Fathers and their Children // Maul, Savage, and Vizla - Kevin Kiner

20. And All Turns to Shame // Odin Confesses (Thor)

21. The Shadow and the Firefly // Error (Inst.) - VIXX

22. Rivers and Reflections // Melted - AKMU

23. Padawans of Past, Present, and Future // All I Ever Wanted (Prince of Egypt)

24. Brotherhood // Brother (feat. gavin degraw) - NEEDTOBREATHE

25. Part IV - The Songbird and the Nestling // Be Prepared - Jeremy Irons

26. Cruorven // The Prowler (Spiderman Into the Spiderverse)

27. Breakneck Flight // Taking a Stand (Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

28. Crowned Songbird // BE HERE LONG - NEEDTOBREATHE

29. Twisted Pathways, Sarlacc’s Maw // Don’t Hate Me - Epik High

30. Old Bonds // I’d Pluck a Fair Rose (Poldark)

31. To Speak is to be Heard // Waving Through a Window (Dear Evan Hansen)

32. Prelude to War // Right Hand Man (Hamilton) - Lin-Manuel Miranda

33. Brothers-In-Arms // Lullaby of the Giants (God of War) - Bear McCreary

34. Defining Victory // Glitter and Gold - Barns Courtney

35. The Unifying Force // Winters On Subway (Band of Brothers) - Michael Kamen

36. Part V: The Young Man With The Flute // Swamp (Band of Brothers) - Michael Kamen

37. Luminous Beings // Sound the Bugle (Spirit, Stallion of the Cimmaron) - Bryan Adams

38. Friends, Family, Father // Dad (Tyler Bates)

39. The Negotiator // Scared of the Dark (Spider-Man into the Spider-Verse) Lil Wayne, Ty Dolla $ign, XXXTENTACION

40. Mustering for War // Bullets - NEEDTOBREATHE

41. The Battle and the Bait // Hostage (Detroit Become Human) Nina Fakhara

42. The Threefold Road // Your Father Would be Proud (Rogue One) Michael Giacchino

43: Interlude: The Length of a Year // The Year goes Round Again (War Horse)

44. PART VI: Aphelion // Greetings (Haikyuu) Yuki Hayashi

45. Blood and Dust // Gehenna (1917) Thomas Newman

46: The Cold Blade // Your Choice (Detroit Become Human) Nina Fakhara

47: Insidious Movements // The Yawning Grave (Lord Huron)

48: Crumbling Foundations // No Excuses (NEEDTOBREATHE)

New 6/12/2020 49: And Down, Down They Fell // Pale White Horse (The Oh Hellos)

Listen while reading for extra feels :)

More playlists for my fic

#the silent song #star wars #obi-wan kenobi #star wars playlist #obi-wan kenobi playlist #playlists #tss #my post #audio #fanfic

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bxstiion-a-blog · 7 years

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📝(( SEDUCE ME WITH YOUR WORDS ALPHA DWARF MUN ))

@elvxnkingthranduil // send 📝 for a crumpled up letter to your muse from bard

Dear Lord Thranduil,

All is well with Dale, the reconstruction of the aged buildings are going exceptionally well, especially since we have the aid of the Dwarves from Erebor. Dain expresses his well-wishes ( I hesitate on stating his true words ) to you && Mirkwood. Relations between Esgaroth and Dale are getting better as well, since the people have voted in a new leader whom I am confident will have the best interest of the people at heart.

However, that is not my intention of this letter. I seek to… educate you on the manners of Men. I know that it may seem laughable, for what could a Man like I teach an ancient Elf like you? But I have learned – in my experience, that wisdom can be given in the most unlikeliest of places.

We Men have lived such finite lives in comparison to yours, and I know that you have seen a great many things that would colour your perspective upon my people. However, we are so much more than beings with lives easily snuffed like a candle-flame. In our history, we have all suffered && faced terror. We have had our moments of valour and glory. We may seem inconsequential to you, but we are not of lesser value. We are just as important as the more longer-lived races.

Do not presume that our lack of longevity equates to naivete. Perhaps that is why our short lives is called “The Gift of Men”, we are not bound to the Music of the Ainur ( please forgive me if I have any inaccuracies to my knowledge. I have a book about Men next to me && admittedly, it is a dreadful read ). We are able to FORGE OUR OWN DESTINY. I know that I sound biased, but I wish to enlightened and to change your perspective. We have strength within our short lives, we understand that we are fallible and; therefore, live life with a great passion to complete all that we desire.

This was presumptuous of me and I am not well-versed in the game of politics. But I hope that you have a good day and look upon my people && I with kindness and seriousness. I may be new as being King, but I am your equal.

Good day && N'i lû tôl

- King Bard of Dale, Girion’s Heir

#;;Grim Of Spirit & Grim Of Face | Bard #;;answered #;;elvxnkingthranduil #;;( holy shit i wrote so much )

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blankdblank · 3 years

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Ash Pt 6

The final day before the feast and tasked to organize the library you had once slept in found the King who simply strolled in and sat down on a chair not far from the shelf you had just started. “Yellow stones are given to intendeds, back in Nunieffe.” His eyes had darted to you from his hands clasped to dangle between his now settled thighs formerly shifting side to side. “Yellow is my favorite color, my question was out of habit, clearly the tradition does not carry on here. I am glad I get to wear a yellow stone that won’t bleed to emerald later.”

“Bleed, your stone changed colors?”

You nodded and said, “So you save money when you are wed it changes.”

“You have a heart that millions would march, clamber and crawl to catch a fraction of devotion to it.” That had your eyes on his revealing the beginning of tears you were on the edge of blinking away from embarrassment. “Title or no title you will be loved by thousands and adored and cherished, and one day should you choose someone worthy of your trust and affections in return it will not be out of cruelty or a trick of chance or malice. Eru our creator has granted each of us a One, the person who we are meant to find, and I have no doubt as he brought you here that someone will prove themselves worthy of a heart such as yours. Because you are so very much the one out of reach from mere fools and villains. Please do not doubt that.”

“You really mean that?”

You whispered and he shifted in his seat to angle his legs and body a bit more towards you, “With every fiber of my being. That is the truth.”

“Thank you, for telling me that,” you said looking to the books again you returned upright again in some means of organizing the titles you could not read at all or decipher any pattern between their order now.

“You are welcome, and not alone. Celeborn and myself our first marriages were arranged by others in means of an intended coup.” That had your eyes on him and he nodded, “My former wife’s father and uncle were plotting along with Celeborn’s and her uncle, with whom she was having an affair. It is all rather complicated and to be honest it was entirely humiliating upon its being uncovered by my people here. I am rather glad only my mother was aware of it as my father had passed on. We were still at war and I was informed upon my return that she had fled to the West while Celeborn’s former wife and her lover were bound and forced to sail under threat of execution.” Your eyes looked over his straight face void of any pain or fear in the simple stating of facts, “Celeborn has since fallen in love and remarried and conceived heirs since. She is half Hobbit as I have mentioned before so there is ample hope to bear many more.”

“And why haven’t you chosen a Hobbit bride then?”

That had him chuckle deep in his throat and he flashed you a playful grin, “I am not so fortunate to have a personality many Hobbits find a handsome trait in a partner. Not many if at all would choose a King. I tend to brood.”

“Now that’s a bold faced lie,” you said spreading his grin in adding, “Maybe it’s the angle they look up at you from.”

“Possibly,” he hummed back playfully.

“Why swans? If you don’t mind my asking, the apartment doors, the crown, the ring?”

“The apartment was by chance that it happened to be empty enough for you to decorate as you wished to. You had a chance to choose between our other apartments, do swans trouble you another could always be crafted for you.”

You shook your head, “Just odd, we had flying boat races when I was growing up and only sons can compete but I had been building one myself to try and bring the prize back home again since the last time my father had raced his ship the Emperor. I don’t think I’ve seen a swan up close in person, books sure enough, cygnets seem adorable enough to want to keep one.”

That had his grin creep out and he hummed, “There is a flower festival in Rivendell as our next holiday, the lot of us could travel there together and that time of year there should be ample swans and little cygnets there for you to admire.” You glanced his way and he said, “All of the Kingdoms are eager to meet you. I warn you now they will take no heavily as a blow and most likely enforce that we move the festival to where you are willing to travel.”

The arrival of a messenger however had him straighten up and ready to accept the letter that the Elleth grinned and passed over to you, “Thank you.” You said eyeing the envelope that rested on top of the books you had in the bend of your arm. Promptly you turned and offered the envelope to the again grinning King. “Fingers crossed it’s not more poetry.”

Softly he chuckled and broke the seal while you added the books to the shelves and shifted on your feet to face him in the ease of the letter inside out and open. “Good news, this is from King Thror, he would not spare a poem for none but his wife Niro, Dwarf tradition unless some sort of competition is afoot.” Subtly he wet his lower lip reading the letter he translated for you in a means of checking if you were feeling well and that they were eternally grateful and in your debt for having bested the beast bent on snatching their home away. “See, all good news. I did receive notice from Lord Girion as well yesterday in a means to thank you and pay his gratitude and apologize for his words. He asked if you might accept a letter to that effect from him or if he has burned that bridge, so to speak. It would appear he was dictating after having shared in a mushroom circle with his friends over a dinner which began a poetry circle resulting in ample letters and drama between clans in Dale and even a couple of confused Dwarves in Erebor.”

“Ah, well that would explain it. No burned bridges,”

“Well your response certainly by his account was the kindest of responses the group did receive, one had an ax thrown through their front window.”

You nodded then accepted the letter that was written in different markings than the one in Dalion and you softly sighed, “There is a great deal of languages I will have to learn isn’t there?”

“There are a great deal of Elves who have been reluctant or lax on learning the written word, we have ample scribes in our kingdom,”

“Oh,”

“I am not bothered to translate or dictate your communications. Two letters so far, far from strenuous work. Quite a welcome addition to my duties.”

“You would think a King wouldn’t want more work on top of running a kingdom.”

“One would assume so, but this was a welcome distraction.”

“What exactly do you do all day?” You asked and to himself he chuckled at the blind question as you got to focus on the books again.

“It varies. Checks on import/export reports, levels of our stores and goods produced, reports on weather and news from other kingdoms. News on patrols and word transcribed from Ents and animals on the movements of goblins, trolls and orcs. Then there are internal matters that must be discussed, territories and property rights cases between citizens who wish a neutral ruling in these matters that blend into the rare cases which result in judgments and imprisonment. I also oversee the public celebrations, alongside musical and choral groups and their planned performances I ensure are scheduled to be well enjoyed by as many of our people as possible.” His lips pursed a moment, “Other than numbers of our herds and care of steeds reports I cannot think of more tasks at the moment, past my son and charge of young Estel when he dwells here.”

“That’s not nearly as busy as I had imagined for running a kingdom.”

“I did warn you I am more of a public spokesperson between kingdoms. See, ample time to play your personal secretary. Some of our scribes have gathered learners booklets to gift to you later on. Our languages can be quite extensive to learn in a matter of years.”

“I am quite adept at languages, you may just be surprised.”

“Oh I am infinitely surprised with you, as I should be,” his words accented with a pop of his smile wider in your glance his way that had the corners of your mouth tick upwards again.

Wine was needed. Stunning didn’t come close to the splendorous string of ballrooms connected by garden ballrooms lit by strings of lanterns and crystal lanterns. Two dances was all the King had secured for himself to open the Feast dances post opening speech and the first three courses. Three glasses half the size of his had been emptied by you and mirrored by his full glasses in watch of each interaction across the dance floor with those who you accepted as partners. Sure he had secured another dance five dances from now but every brush of hands or arms in the various touch starved dances left him with fingers tapping to the arm of his chair to mark each brush of skin and lift that kept him from his turn for an up close look at the dazzling Queen who seemed to be having one hell of a time. Just the smile split wide across your face would have been enough to cause a heart to skip. But the spread of a glittering glow on your skin and star speckled bead decorated hair topped with the swan crown also accented by your new jewels and the bright moonlight seemed to leave a wake of Elves in awe of the dark haired Queen who seemed to be infecting every Elf here with her smile and giggles.

Five dances and the bold King now on his feet strode in and with the offer of his hand accepted the smile he was now contracted with to guide the woman of the evening into place. Then he had to let go, for an agitating tease of a dance with only a couple lifts, which even after your wine still had your hands, however gracefully placed, on his shoulders or upper arms as if he could dare to drop you. Spins and woven patterns filled the next four dances accented by arm movements until a break for more stomach lining food was announced and around his elbow the King felt that same hand he’d been stealing brushes of his fingers against in every motion he could. There was something intoxicating about you when you relaxed, when you opened up. And as if starving the King who ensured you were on his free side as his friendship was arguably your strongest basked in the first glimpse of a truly dynamic woman who could command a room by means of a single smirk or playful glance.

Under the moonlight for air to break and steady himself from finishing off another glass of wine that would hinder his efforts of memorizing your debut to this elaborate side of their world. Yet in his lean forward to rest on his knees a sudden giggle had him upright and with a smile to the arrival of his friend who clearly had finished off yet another glass of wine. “I may need to play weakling and sneak off to bed. But do save me some more of that cake, I know there is some more somewhere.” The words were accented by obvious intoxicated giggles, a pleasant sight over the alternative of wine triggered tears. That was what you had said and in the haze somehow that was lost to a maze of a rant all he could do was chuckle and wade through in its evidence of a clear sign that your train of thought was spiraling towards a crash. Once on your feet you had settled on the bench beside him perhaps a tad closer than you would sober with a hint of your weight in a shift to use his white and silver clad self as an anchor.

The song was mentioned along with the dance you had looked to with a somewhat mournful stare to the dance for lovers and couples that included a trade off of a kiss. Not the action but that hint of pain that bubbled to the surface and the King readied to say something, anything, but you stopped him. Brief and unexpected a press of your lips to his, that seemed to be aimed there already in the turn of his head, completely emptied his mind. Then in your pull back from the two second stunner every emptied inch of his head flooded with questions and millions of rationalizations of what happened and thousands of proper things to do at this moment. Yet all he could do was chuckle in a sense of relief to your smiling statement of, “There, a first, no espionage in that for our shared freedom from our captors.”

Right where your hand had just been his moved on his thigh that had been used to anchor you onto your feet again in a rise that had his body up as well right after. “No, no espionage.” He hummed and to your every swayed step by your side without touch his body seemed to be in withdrawal from and screamed for more of it.

Giggled nonsense was his companion to the door that he opened for you to welcome you home and the spine tingling brush of your fingertips down from his wrist over the back of his hand on the door handle had his mouth open when you said, “Two weeks of nothing but freedom. Quite a crime in that. To have such fun and then be left to ourselves again. Enjoy your festivities, kind King, and bravo on guiding me home.”

Again there was nothing to do but chuckle and reply, “Sleep well Queen Jaqiearae.” There was so much more he wanted to say but in the magical twitch of your fingers he saw the buttons on the back of your neck loosen and to the hand that held the front of your gown the image of that bare strip of skin where that strap once was had been replaced by the sight of the door he shut in your stroll into your room. Clearly intoxicated, he kept repeating, nothing concrete could be taken of this trade of intimacy. Yet that kiss and the brush of his now tingling hand troubled the rest of his evening, dreams and wake to a breakfast cart alone that left him with just more plans on how to approach the cusp of courtship forcing contact that you had initiated. Hopefully before the second evening of the feast would begin and he was lost for words at how the next marvel of a gown would drape over your magnificent self.

“Magnificent”, he repeated the word to himself in a questioning mantra as to why he had chosen that word, at least until a tiny head popped out from underneath his breakfast cart to reveal the Prince tired of not being discovered who altered the mentality of the King instantly to focus on the small boy and his playful games.

“Oh no,” you grumbled into your pillow underneath all of your covers as the night rolled back into your mind. Somewhere between the wine and your already awkward social skills around the infuriatingly understanding King, who had been accepting each and every flub that you had thrown right in his face to your own deepening ditch of embarrassment, you had gone and kissed him. As if the headache wasn’t enough from the wine you had been tasting the night before not evenly leveled with food to soak it all up due to the length of time spent dancing the mental memory of that kiss slammed around in your head to remind yourself at how stupid that was to even dare to touch his arm let alone kiss any King let alone this one you were trying to befriend. “I’m gonna have to move, simple as that. I can’t keep living here now.”

To a knock the arrival of a cook with a special drink to aid in relief from any hangover had you poke your head out to the Elf whose eyes shifted to your bare arms and collarbones over the blanket you held to your chest. With a grin you said, “I am in a towel. Apparently I fell asleep after a bath.”

With a grin he came closer and handed you the glass off the tray on his palm, “This will aid in any discomfort you feel, Your Highness.”

“Thank you,” bringing it closer to your lips you asked, “How long does it take to get used to the wine?”

In your sip he replied, “It depends. Grape wine usually takes longer however I find the darker berries are quite agreeable and taste finer upon many palates.” He motioned his hand to the doorway stating, “An undercook is here currently and your breakfast should be completed shortly. We have arranged rotations for these two weeks to aid in the recovery from each night of samplings while you adjust.”

“Thank you.” Upon being alone again you shook your head and finished your drink that did help at least with the effects of the wine but not the mental parade of thoughts on the kingdoms that had been shared with you and which you might prefer to be banished to when the hammer was surely set to drop. For the morning at least pants a tunic and vest were added for what you hoped to be a means of hiding in the forest to continue the plan of where to move next and how to leave gracefully after the two week festivity.

“Ada,” Legolas with a wide smile said in his plop into his chair at their shared breakfast. The King’s eyes shifted to him from his glass of the drink to clear his head from the edge of the wine. “What are your plans today?”

After a deep breath the King looked down to lift his fork to start on the meal the thanked undercook had left once it was all set out across the table for them, “I have a few tasks to oversee then I wished to stop in on Queen Jaqiearae and see how she fared this morning.”

“Good, how do you plan on offering courtship?”

That had the King’s eyes snap up to him again, “Pardon me?”

“The offer of courtship after your moment of intimacy. How do you plan to offer it because Glorfindel and I have been compiling lists of ways that might be quite unique and vary in chance of surprise unless you have already discussed that upon escorting Queen Pear to her bed.”

Open mouthed Thranduil leaned forward into the edge of the table, “You witnessed, who else was with you that has seen us?”

“It was myself and Glorfindel, Estel was hiding in the gardens again as we were in search.”

“No one is to be told.”

Legolas smiled again, “Absolutely not, we would never spoil the surprise.”

“No, Little Leaf, Queen Jaqiearae was under the influence of the wine. There is no grounds for courtship as clearly there was no justifiable right for me to offer to settle a courtship from an accidental intimacy.”

“I saw the both of you Ada, there was no stumble into a lock of lips. There was intent.”

“Little Leaf,”

“Wine was involved, but surely, at least you have to present the trunk of your One token.” The King’s lips parted again and he said, “At minimum. You are solidifying into a firm friendship and clearly she did not show he would refuse an offer of even marriage. There is a bond there please do not doubt that, she could be your One! You have to show her your trunk!” Thranduil sighed and he added, “Or I will make sure she finds it.”

“I will bring my trunk into her path. For now there will be no talks of courtship. I will inquire as to her condition and try to ease out any wrinkles this encounter has caused upon our friendship.”

“She is bound to be your One. Simply has to be.” Thranduil from his fork and knife slicing a piece of his food looked up to his son curious of his reasoning for that assumption. “Has to be.”

Atop a raised root you sat with view of a stream that a group of ducks led their ducklings towards a food source farther down out of view. Suddenly a blue jay landed in front of your boot then took off again with a pleased chirp, his absence however turned your head to the sight of the King who had apparently used the bird to track you down. “Hey, ducks.”

With a smirk he turned his head and nodded to the sight of the final family of ducks off towards food, “Yes, near lunchtime they will be back to their nests in our red garden.” Back to you his eyes shifted in the turn of his head asking, “How did you rest?”

“In a towel,” His brow arched up and you said, “Apparently I got out of my gown and then took a bath and went to bed to fall asleep. Maybe I was just tired, odd.”

To himself he chuckled, “I believe we all have had a morning of that nature when first dabbling with wine.” His eyes scanned over you and he asked, “How did you enjoy the opening night of the festivity?” Nerves at a peak to the question that was inching on what the relationship could turn out to be if he couldn’t ease any embarrassment from the kiss.

“It was fun. I certainly danced,” you paused and asked him at the puzzled expression on his face, “I didn’t do anything embarrassing did I?”

His brow arched up and he replied, “No, not that I can recall. Why would you assume you had?” He asked hoping to lure the answer out of you to begin talks of the night.

“I went from dancing to waking up in a towel.” You said and his lips parted in a mental whirl. You didn’t know, the wine had blurred that encounter. Only to bleed into questions of how could you not know, not remember anything. Instantly his chest tightened up in his body’s reaction to the fact that you didn’t remember the moment with him at all his mind could not stop replaying.

“That is quite a gap of time to miss.”

To the prickle of your cheeks you said, “I know we talked and you told me goodnight. You sure I didn’t do anything foolish?”

“No,” he replied uncertain if he was pleased or unhappy with this forgotten moment. “Nothing foolish comes to mind.”

“Did you sleep well?” You asked and his chin rose a moment then lowered in his body’s ease into the realization and try to relax again now he knew he shouldn’t talk about the kiss at all instead of the ploy to calm your nerves as he had prepped to do.

“Yes, fairly well, I usually do not dance in our celebrations beyond a few assigned dances with my eldest friends whose spouses prefer to skip those dances. So I was amply exhausted and able to sleep. I was wondering if I might ask your opinion on something.” You nodded curiously on his fidget of his feet under his weight, “There is a trunk of items I am curious if you might be able to make heads or tails of it.”

“Oh, sure,” you said in a shift of your legs off the root. Promptly his hand snapped up for yours and after a glance at it in pause yours laid on top of it and down you hopped to stroll at his side once his hand lowered to the retraction of yours. Aloofly, or with the impression of that the King managed to hold a steady stream of chatter all the way to his apartment where he took notice of the One trunk that his son had set up in his sitting room beside the table there.

“So you have no clue what is inside of it?” You asked in a glance up at him, “It doesn’t seem to be shaking or making any sort of alerting noise.”

Again your eyes fell to the trunk from his intense stare he couldn’t control while the electric feel of his fingers just a breath from his you had stroked the night before had his entire body in a fight to not just clutch onto it for dear life to feel that sensation again. “No. It does not make a sound or move. However I have had it for some thousands of years and still seem to be stumped on what it might yet construct, as it contains pieces to form something. An aggravating mystery all its own I cannot make heads or tails of.”

“Oh, well then,” you said in a glance around before to the motion of your hands over the table the table cover expanded to its full length and went rigid in a spell that would expand as needed depending on what was inside to the scoot of each chair to make room. “First thing first. Empty the lot.” The wide smile on your face to the adventure had his try for a response lodged in the back of his throat for what seemed to be a groan of sorts that melted into a cough that allowed him excuse to fetch some juice and glasses for the pair of you. The acceptance of which his arm just about fell slack to the glide of fingers along his in your blind, “Thank you.” The numbness from the shock of the touch left his arm in a tingling mess to your sip of the juice, “Mmm, lovely,” you murmured in the lower of the glass that was settled on the table to ease the open of the lid once lock latches were flipped upwards.

The largest piece, an intricately carved and detailed piece of wood was inspected in its three foot entirety until at the notice of a symbol and number had it set down to lift the next that would be added to another pile. “Aha, a pattern,” you said and over your shoulder he hunched with cheek barely an inch from yours and back kept from contact with yours for another jarring experience for the lack of distance for the seemingly touch starved King who now just yearned for more and more. “See,” you said avoiding the knot in your stomach to his closeness to point to the number and symbol, “The pieces have numbers and symbols, so if we match them then we can go by group and find out how they intermingle later.”

“These are from our Doriathian alphabet, actually.” He commented with a nod and around you he strode to grab a piece of his own to inspect them against the trio of piles he added that and each after to existing or new piles. Eventually the table was coated in piles of less than helpful progress of the parts, but progress all the same. He had inspected these pieces century after century and never had those marks been there before.

There was only one explanation, he had to be yours and you his, Ones. Meant to find one another to begin at the creation of this mysterious adventure of a trunk. Heavily his heart would thunder in his chest to the every detail his eyes took in of the adventure thrilled smile on your face. Unknowing. You didn’t know. You couldn’t remember. How could you not remember? Could you feel the same energy in each brush of fingers? Each moment of his being merely a breath away? When he could so easily just angle his head and kiss those same lips that parted for each tempting honey dripped word he clung to. He could, it would be so simple, so easy, you were right there. And looking at him. Ear to ear a smile split across his face in a bashful turn to the trunk to bring out more pieces including another smaller chest and one even smaller than that until it sat empty and he had to look, not stare, to you again.

“Hmm,” from the King who seemed to be nervous about something the more you had pulled out you looked to the medium chest that your brows furrowed in the stubborn latches that refused to rise from the press of your thumbs.

“Ah,” Thranduil said. And in a fumble of a chain from underneath his robe and tunic a chain was produced ended by a mithril glowing antler just over an inch long. That in a move to your side with arms around your shoulders he was able to slide a hidden hatch over to press the antler into the hole there lengthwise it fit perfectly to set off both latches that snapped up by use of the unique key. “Only the key opens that and the smaller,” around you he moved to collect the smaller box he opened the hidden hatch he turned to face you and asked, “You wouldn’t happen to have anything that might fit this one? Would you? Only you would.”

“Um,” from his pleading gaze to the hole you looked confused at the meaning until your brows furrowed at the shape that couldn’t be mistaken. Rectangular with what seemed to have a bite taken out of it. “Can’t be,” you murmured in a reach for your enchanted bag that from the side bag you pulled a salve tin that once in your palm the lid was wound off of it for the King to eye various buttons and small keys you had found through the years in an odd collection of mysterious origins. Though from the mix a purple sapphire now glowing on the end of what you had taken as a silver branch matched his key perfectly as a half inch antler on the end of an identical chain that you used to press the stone into the slot that opened the locks. Widely the King smiled to the box with pride at the ultimate proof while instead of putting the necklace away you simply looped it around your neck and put the tin away to bashfully try to focus on the chest in hand.

In his same velvety hum of a voice he stated, “These appear to be securing pegs and wooden screws.”

Curiously you felt around the chest until between your fingers a motor of sorts was lifted, “It’s a clock,” you said and his eyes were on you again with brows lifted in awe of an answer after he had failed all this time alone to have mastered this mystery.

“A clock?”

“Yes,” you said lifting the hands you found next also shaped like antlers, “Have to be, these are the hands. Odd,” again you caught his gaze that deeply seemed to be yearning to say something, “You don’t have clocks here, did you buy this from Dale or Erebor?”

“No,” he said with a wet of his lips, “We spoke of those who are destined for each of us yesterday by Eru?”

“Yes, but, the clock?”

“We were destined to meet, you and I. Our kin are granted trunks that only our Ones can aid in opening and constructing.”

“Ah.” You said looking to the chest you set down again uncertain of how to answer only luring him to sit beside you with his chest set beside yours in a lean in to lure your eyes back to his.

“It has been an honor to meet you finally. Among others this is a culture variance I would imagine and for now, perhaps you might kindly assist me in constructing this clock of ours. We have only one moon to do so.”

“Or?”

“Normally death occurs.”

“Ah,”

“Yes. However daily slotted times to focus on this and we may yet best it within the final eve of the feast.”

“Doubt it would take that long. I’m fairly good at puzzles.” You said and were grateful for the clock heart that could distract you from whatever parade of doubts and questions was exploding through your mind at the time.

“Ooh, these must be antlers,” he said. And chose the chair beside yours that had scooted forward to be used by you. Cunningly in a special careful and quiet maneuver to steal another inch closer to your side, to be both within chance of stolen casual glance of you and to be near enough to dare risk a brush of fingers or an acceptable graze of elbows in the midst of this yet to be mastered feat.

Master of puzzles indeed, he pondered to himself in his ninth lingered stare at the final snap of the round metal casing around the clock mechanics. The completed marvel now had a face etched with hoof prints glowing at the antler formed hour and scattered glittering elk grazing across the top half of the rotating face that would have a second view for the nighttime hours.

“Round,” he muttered in a rise to his feet now knowing what the round group of pieces must have been called for. In the area you cleared in the magically shuffling piles he lowered the pile and helped you to order each piece in that group to work around the clock casing. Each varied home for wooden pegs or screws he answered to help you form what you inspected to be a barrel to settle oddly beside the half a head he had been able to work together on his own.

“Progress report, barrel clock, and antlers.”

“This is a head I am certain of it. Merely these pieces are particularly obstinate to not want to fit together for me.” He said shifting a trio of pieces you had seen him fighting with earlier before his last break to stare at you.

“Hmm. Maybe it’ll make sense-,” the sound of the warning bell to two hours to the opening of the feast had both your heads turn to the door.

“Ah, yes. It would appear it is time to ready for the feast.”

“Right. Perhaps tonight I might skip the wine.”

“Nonsense you have no reason to skimp on imbibing tonight. Enjoy yourself this feast comes once a year.” He paused then couldn’t help but add, “Unless you have recalled an unwelcome event you would care to not repeat from last night before you were off to bed?”

You simply shook your head and stood leaving the clock on the table in the momentary furrow his brows to the continued uncertainty of just what you might be trying to avoid. “I will see you at the feast I suppose,” you said on the way to the door. “I’ll let you change or whatnot, make sure I don’t interfere with any more of your baths, King Thranduil.”

When you glanced back however he stood with a smile on his face in a nod of his head you mirrored, “You shall see me there, Queen Jaqiearae. I look forward to the masterpiece you shall be donning tonight.”

“Right, I’m sure you’ll look spectacular as always yourself.” You said then left the apartment and the King in a focused purse of his lips on his way to strip and bathe knowing his son would be in soon to question him on the progress of his request.

Under the surface of his hot spring Thranduil could hear the muffled words, “Clock!” and “-knew it!”

To the surface he went after granting the intrusive duo of not just his son but Lord Glorfindel as well to rest with arms on the edge of the spring to hear the latter say, “Congratulations! The Kingdom shall be so pleased to hear of this, the visiting Lords as well, you have found your One at last!”

Legolas smiled, “And now will you hear of our list of courtship surprise proposals? I have a few you may find especially exciting to prepare I thought up myself.”

His smile dimmed as Thranduil flatly stated, “There will be no proposal of courtship for the time being.”

Legolas, “But-,”

Glorfindel, “Surely, Mellon, Queen Jaqiearae will grow accustomed to our culture fairly quick as she has made herself quite the lively Queen, why last night nearly half the Lords remarked on how she made even the glummest of our kin spark up with glee, yourself included, and they did not even witness your intimacy!” He accentuated with a nod to send his point home only to make the King groan to himself.

Legolas, “We still have kept that point to ourselves, no one knows of it beyond us three.”

“Exactly!” Thranduil stated making their brows arch up to his now tensed shoulders he sank more in the water in a means to hide from their inspecting view.

Legolas, “Ada?”

“Queen Jaqiearae does not even know of the intimacy, so there is no need for courtship proposals or even inklings that one may yet be considered!” The King barked then turned muttering to himself in a sink to his nose that sent a few bubbles out into the spring he now glared at.

“WHAT?!” the pair asked then moved around the spring to be back in his stern view.

Glorfindel, “How could she not know?!”

“I don’t know!” Thranduil replied, “However from the dancing to her doorway for a goodnight her memory is conveniently absent! She has no recollection of having kissed me and I have made no mention of it to spare her the apparent embarrassment the notion of such a gesture made to me without the aid of libations!”

“Whoa,” Glorfindel said with his hand extended. “That is far too harsh,” in a sigh he crouched down with ankles crossing to match the Prince’s in a plop to sit in the now teary eyed King’s view after his sink to his nose again to hold back from the explosion of this uncertain storm that had now brewed inside his chest. “What did you say, about last night? Surely she mentioned something of it.”

Thranduil blew more bubbles from his huff and his mouth surfaced to say, “A towel was mentioned, that even the bath she had apparently taken was forgotten and she fell asleep in her towel.”

Legolas, “Nothing about you?”

“The question was offered as to concerning a possible embarrassing action was taken by herself while she was inebriated to the point of amnesia.”

Glorfindel, “You answered in the negative I presume.”

“I informed her no embarrassing act was committed in a means to goad her from her silence on the topic and yet there is no memory of what happened.”

Legolas, “Then she knows,” That had his father’s eyes on him again in a slightly pained stare, “No, surely. Nothing was embarrassing and yet she still is stunned to silence, either she is processing her own actions or possibly in wait for you to make your intentions known. Perhaps that is her culture, yellow stones for proposals, surely there must be subtle hints or a statement of some sort that may yet be added into conversation casually to settle this matter and assure the Queen that intentions are true towards courtship.”

“Little Leaf, we have discussed the matters of ignorance on one another’s culture, surely still she would not expect me to know proper phrases or gestures such as yellow stones from her lost lands.”

Glorfindel, “I agree with Legolas, the Queen must know,” Thranduil sunk again as his brows drooped in a look forward to ignore the hopeful duo. “And we will prove it to you!”

Before he could turn his head they were on their feet and hurrying to the door, and out in the hall when he could call out, “Do not confront her on this matter!” The front doors to his apartment opened then shut making him grumble again to himself and sink in the water, “Make her flee the kingdom is what they will achieve.”

Pt 7

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Three days. It was odd, since you had gotten that letter it did not go unnoticed the clear avoidance of the King or others surrounding him that only one of the guards on watch in the Throne Room had clarified it was the letter that the King was requested to read. Most commonly taken as hurt feelings for receiving such words from Lord Girion that opened up a can of worms on feelings from your deceased husband. The stubborn few however had taken the reclusive habit as the fact that it was King Thranduil who had read those words to you and had himself grown agitated by them that caused imaginations to run wild. He had been noticed to stare after the newest arrival unlike with others before.

Far from uncommon the King would cut his routes to his wing by passing through the public areas but since that letter he was deliberately going out of his way to pass through them with obvious glances to where you most commonly sat. As he did with any other new arrival until they seemed to have settled, which could take up to years on rare occasion. Even paths to the library and the stables came up empty and had him zig zagging through his kingdom to the point his own feet were getting sore. His frustration was evident and it wasn’t until his huffs echoed those of another he would freeze to find himself in front of another abandoned wing with dust and dirt coated sheets flying off of hidden treasures to be rearranged.

These rooms hadn’t been touched since their arrival here, not since the destruction of Amon Lanc and those treasures by someone who did not bear the painful memories to prevent moving them each item was shifted, cleaned and re-housed to a location beyond the heap that it all was assembled in. Three days. Each room better than the last with those who explored them afterwards awed and oddly at peace for these treasures to be on full display for all again as if they were brand new again. Tiny things to you that meant the world to these similarly displaced Elves who were forced to this last keep from their former oasis.

Still from his father’s former games room you had fixed the day prior he turned to the throb of his feet and back from the tense hours of tries to discover you and relented a nice long soak would aid in his recovery better than anything else and then he could return refreshed to the tracking game you had initiated. Clothes and boots covered the floor on the way to the hot spring that steadily the King lowered into with a relieved grimace from the heat melting away his aches right away. To a deep sigh his eyes eased shut in his recline against the built in bench steps and remained so while the water worked its magic on his tension until the crack of his front door open then shut again not long after. Hushed giggles and tiny footsteps had him smile knowing just who had snuck into his apartment and rather loudly he groaned and stretched his arms over his head with smile split wide to Prince Estel now frozen post gasp. The giggles continued however in his relax back into the water with quick steps to his bed that with quiet grunts and huffs the boy gave away his hiding place for the again close eyed King.

He meant to get out soon to join the boy in his game however those questions had begun their loop again. His new citizen again flooded his mind. Usually there was little issue compared to yours, imprisoned for over a thousand years by the man who had given his word to protect and cherish you now had clearly left still bleeding wounds. One of which he worried that letter may have tripped across. It was unbelievable how Lord Girion had written to you and treated his wife in the process of flattering you to what ends Thranduil didn’t know. Just widowed even as a prisoner there was little reason for anyone to rush ever broaching the topic of wooing you, it was almost enough to make him ride to Dale and throttle the Man who dared to threaten your healing so selfishly. True some of those lines were quite accurate, though paled in comparison to the prose his own skilled poets could and had been drafting for sharing upon a much later date and all in a respectfully platonic way out of respect for the new Queen.

Queen. The word kept repeating in his head. Since the first time he’d seen you, that was the one word he would have chosen to describe your status. He had seen that regality before, he had served Kings and Queens orders from his family shop and had seen them downcast when overthrown. He almost had stared and had been caught staring since to the sight of a Queen on her knees, battered and bloody prepared to breathe and regain it all on their own the best they could. You were a Queen, even without experience on ruling he knew by your kind ease alone and bolstering courage that there would be a great many willing to risk it all to follow you anywhere. And if he had to a second keep could be formulated to be built for your own rule, or at the worst a reclamation of Amon Lanc, as futile as that might seem had you wished him to gift it to you.

Sharply he shook his head and dunked fully under the water to drown out the thoughts that circled back to those rings and necklace he loathed on you. He had caught himself, nightly inspecting his treasury and gems available, stops that had drawn the recently revived Celebrimbor, another acquaintance from his youth who was the last person to wash ashore, to his side with parchment in hand to think up a design more befitting someone of your heart. Those rings weren’t gifted out of love and the telling lack of shimmer or shine from the clear stones on that necklace left much to be desired. They could do better. You deserved better. Something fit for a Queen.

Up he rose from the water when his lungs ached to expand and in a turn he climbed from the spring chuckling internally to the sight of his missing clothes he took as part of the game Estel was playing at the time he had been forced to wait. The towel snatched up was lifted to ruffle his hair in a pause to the confusing sight of the boy clearly asleep on his bed where he had gone to hide. Something that moved however turned his head and there he saw a hoisted up bin on the shoulder of an Elleth with the other propped on her hip. No one remained in his rooms when he bathed, it was unspoken respect amongst their people unless a Healer had been sent for or Legolas required council from him, even then few aside from Lord Glorfindel or Lord Celeborn would care to intrude on his soaking time. The latter however knew that was how they could trap him to force his audience on a topic he had drug his heels on.

A glint of light off the beaded top to the one of a kind gown had in the lower of his towel to his chest had him remain silent in hopes that it had been the water you had heard to have sent you scurrying. Unable to help it he felt himself smirk at the latest of what would have been odd circumstance to meet in his manner of undress, though past the bed he strode curious of what you had been tasked here to do. His study was where you had come from and seemed to be little changed except for his books that he bit his lip to keep from chuckling in wonder at what languages you could read or if his collection had stumped you as Dalion had. To his closet he went with recollection of your fluent Common tongue and Silvan with even bits of Gondolin’s tongue from a few who had once lived there that refused to learn the common Silvan here he had caught echoes of in passing that had him wonder as to how you knew their tongues but not their lands.

Stunned a moment he froze just to stare at all of his things now re-organized out of his usual way that somehow made more sense than his former layout. A knock on his front door turned his head and inside he moved easing the door shut nearly all the way to the sound of the door opening to finish drying and pull on a fresh selection of clothes. “Ada?” Legolas’ voice sounded then was followed by Glorfindel’s who said in a relieved sigh, “Here he is.” That had him turn and call off the search the twins were embarking upon to the Prince going to stretch out across the bed near to his young friend he would gladly steal a nap with while his father carried on dressing to continue his day.

“I take it our little one has been scaring up a storm through the Palace in his nap here?” Thranduil asked from the closet halfway dressed with towel raised to exit the closet tussling his hair in the towel to find the chuckle worthy sight of his own son asleep next to the boy on the bed he turned from to continue dressing now that he felt his hair was suitably dry.

By the time he had his new robe on over his tunic Glorfindel had rejoined them and asked, “Off hunting again?”

“I will find the Queen and will see how she is handling the letter. We have yet to have received a response.”

Glorfindel chuckled, “My guess would be something abundant with furs or woven goods and food once he sees how his gift had been taken. The response was quite honorable he surely cannot hold a grudge even if his intent was innocent.”

Thranduil stated, “He will adjust and any gift uneven with the slight will be sent back by myself.”

Shakily a breath left you in the pass of another pillar on your way to the usual hiding spot, the pastures by the stables. “How long was he in there?” You asked yourself in a murmur to the feel of bending grass under your beaded slippers with arms rising to cross over your chest in the warmth of the sunlight that fell over you.

A brush however tossed at you snapped your mind from the memory of the wet naked body of the King strolling out of the hot spring. With hands around the wooden body of the brush you eyed the mare in a smirk and a question of, “This your way of saying to make myself useful?” in her move closer and abrupt scoffing turn in front of you. Softly to yourself you lifted the brush to begin the demanded pampering session for the mare that aloofly waited until you were through then trotted off. Once you put the brush up from where they had clearly taken it from inside you strolled through the palace very aware of the clench of your belly towards the kitchens.

Inside the sea of heavenly scents you stepped and looked around to the Elves at work who started to take notice of your entrance. Two of the Elves who had hoped to get try outs approached you with hopeful glints in their eyes asking, “May we help you, Your Highness?”

From a large pot of corn being boiled your eyes shifted to a bag of flour being brought out to the bread station, “I, um, I know it’s close to dinner,”

The taller of the two assured you, “Our services are free to your request at any time. How may we help you?”

When your eyes shifted to them you asked, “Could you show me how to make those rolls, with the honey butter on them?” They both smiled and motioned you to the sinks to wash up with them, leaving your rings on the designated stand there everyone left their rings and bracelets in colored pegs and cubbies to be taken to the counter where they showed you everything you would need. Carefully you rolled up the sleeves on your gown and couldn’t help but smile through the process that the duo grinned as they guided you through each step as you shared that your history with trying for bread either ended up raw or burned in the three times you had tried it as a kid. Inside the orb you stuck mainly to potatoes and sturdy vegetables as they were the easiest to not ruin. Every step more joyful than the next up to the giggle worthy task of kneading the dough.

“Kitchens,” the word had been echoed from the King to Lord Celebrimbor who had been huffing about not having achieved a moment to size you for gifts yet. Though a hands on activity had the returned Lord smiling from ear to ear from the chance that you had been separated from those guilt ridden rings. In the shadows at one door the King stood in wait with a lean against the doorway with eyes fixed on your giggling self with view of Celebrimbor who crept to the jewelry stand shushing those along the way. His path was far from unnoticed and was almost announced by one cook in the lift of your engagement ring only to see the ring sizer in his free hand that once the expanding set of rings he twisted until it fit snugly inside the ring he slipped off. Then got a closer look at the clearly flawed techniques used to craft it or the thin wedding band coated in the same dim excuses for diamonds far beneath what you were worthy of.

Only the emerald could be worth something as even the metal would never have been chosen for any person to court and would only be taken as an insult and even the stone was laced with a sort of enchantment that had the Lord concerned for how it was effecting you. Right away he put it back and turned to head for his workshop to get started on a replacement to hurl that pitiful thing into the fires of the forges to get that enchantment far away from you. Alone still the King stood in watch of the lesson, from the rest of the dough to let it rise where you were taken over to help with making the noodles for tonight’s supper that once flattened out were shaped into butterfly shapes you filled trays that were set aside to dry before being cooked.

The first round of rolls that you had rolled into balls and slid into the oven and coated with the topping another Elleth who had agreed to teach you revealed the ratio of honey and butter and showed you how to brush it on with a smile to the widening of yours. Just proud of actually pulling the task off once the topping had melted perfectly across the tops of the rolls you glanced at the Elf who said, “This dozen is for you,” that parted your lips and the other nodded saying, “Always tradition, first dozen go to the baker. Give it a taste, enjoy the fruits of lesson.”

Off the wooden tray you lifted the one on the edge you raised to sniff the marvel in the bubble of bliss of this moment every Elf around you had felt before on a successful first round of bread making which can make even the most skilled baker get stuck or agitated from a deflating singed bun or loaf. From the wall however the King stole the chance to come over to the move of the other rolls into a basket for you. His sudden approach had him and others grin at your toss of the roll in your hand at his face out of shock that he caught. “Thank you,” he said ignoring the slight others might take of having something thrown at their face to the offer of the basket you timidly accepted another roll from in the curl of the basket into your stomach. “Would you care for a stroll, Queen Jaqi?”

The encouraging grins on the faces of the duo had you nod and turn to fetch your rings that in the walk back to his side you slid them back onto your finger for the quiet walk to the open garden pathway that he was certain you had yet to see. All the while taking small bits off the roll he was nibbling on, once on the cobbled opening he said, “This roll is sublime, thank you. I was out for a snack truly.”

“Oh, yes, well, I suppose being naked can be rather strenuous on the appetite.” That had his head turn in a glance at you through your glance at a tree to hide your moment of internal screams from his attention only to divert the conversation, “Do you make bread?”

“Not often,” he replied in your glance up at him where to the faint blush on your cheeks he realized he might not have gone unnoticed as he had previously assumed.

“I’ve only tried a few times myself. Always raw in the middle or scorched and when I try to give it a few minutes they turn black as soon as I turn my back somehow. Quite puzzling.”

“Did you see me? After my bath? I noticed you had taken the shift to tidy my rooms, thank you for that. I have not quite seen it arranged so before.”

“I thought it was the boy, the water, I came out of the study, thought it was him, not, you or I’d have stayed in the study.”

“I apologize,” he said and you turned your head to catch his gaze, “Had I known anyone other than the sleeping Prince Estel was there I should have made my presence known and covered myself. I had no intentions of making you uncomfortable.”

“Well you were the one who was naked when I stormed in,” The corner of his mouth quirked up at your eyes darting to his again from the path, “How did you get it?” His brow ticked up and you pointed to his side, “You, have a scar, almost looked like a chain.”

“It was,” he answered rather coldly then retracted in your glance away to answer in a more understanding tone that perhaps you were concerned he had been taken prisoner one before like you had. Others knew not to ask, where you had no knowledge who all he had lost and the weight added in the gain of that scar and the others he bore. “Our people fought in a decades long battle where we tried to break the walls and Black Gates of Mordor. A last stand of good against the evil spreading in our world. There was a dragon, others had tried to cast it in iron nets woven from chains. It broke and I was thrown from my people and then watched them vanish in the flames that beast let loose before it was brought down.”

“Oh,” you said in another glance up at him to find his puzzling gaze still on you in a try to hide his pain.

“Many within these walls know the source of my scars, the day I became King, fear not you have not troubled me in asking. Merely a wound that is painful to name.”

“I have the feeling I may upset a great deal of people with obvious questions.”

“Ask any questions you desire. We will do our best to educate you in all matters of interest to you. Our people and histories while rife with pain have many a fine tale we enjoy sharing once those grim reminders are named.”

One more bite and you finished off your roll to his stolen glance over your jeweled ear cover that had him ask, “Do your people often adorn their ears?”

That turned your head and after you swallowed you said, “Sort of, depends on the person. For me these are for records that were in my bag that were spoken or sung in other languages and these are enchanted to help me understand other languages and be able to speak them.” His lips parted, “I sort of soak the languages in as I speak them and eventually I can understand and speak it without them.”

“That does explain quite a bit, to find those who are able to speak Gondolin within these lands outside of a select few is quite an ordeal and you have mastered it flawlessly. It is no wonder that Ringwe has been in a brighter mood of late. I presume they do not aid in written word?”

“No, that magic is beyond my strengths at the moment.”

“Ma-,” the familiar whip of air around the head of an arrow turned his head in the direction of the word, “Ada!”

Wide eyed the King in two steps was around you and placed himself between you and the arrow with a clear flashback to when his son was first learning archery and had accidentally shot him before in a stroll through this same garden others rarely used. His eyes fixed on his wide eyed son who had been helping Prince Estel with his tiny bow he had dropped to cover his mouth as for who had walked in the way of the target landing area the arrow was meant to slide to a stop after its fall on the cobbled walkway. The sudden glimmer of a barrier of mist, that seemed like if you were under the water and peered up at the surface, reflections of light and darker waves that lapped across the dome that covered from above his head to his waist.

Open mouthed the King eyed the barrier that held the arrow in place until its sudden vanish that let the arrow fall to the ground, his eyes however shifted to his son with finger and arm extended behind him, with wide eyes as he called out, “Ada!”

Thranduil turned his head to catch your glowing eyes roll backwards in the buckle of your knees and with an outstretched arm he scooped your limp torso into his side careful to take hold of your basket and guided with a shift of his bicep your head rolled into his chest and not away to prevent strain on your neck. Right away the Princes raced over and Legolas took hold of the basket to let his father guide your legs up onto his other arm to the appearance of Lord Glorfindel seemingly out of nowhere.

Estel, “Do we need a healer? I can run fast!”

Thranduil said in a glance over your face as he felt the clear pulse of energy within yourself resettling to calm. “No, it would appear Queen Jaqiearae is merely in need to rest a time.”

To your apartment he carried you with attention shifting to the hand against his stomach for a drowsy shift of fingers against the buttons there. He hadn’t been there since the tour and did hope that you wouldn’t take this as in intrusion upon your privacy to let themselves in. The doors opened with Legolas and Glorfindel leading the way, past the empty rooms with a pause at a lace weaving loom that was working a lengthy piece together on its own. After a moment he moved onwards to the bedroom where a glance over the additions had him grin at the curious fur pattern on the blanket you had added to it and the pillows. Estel from the bench at the foot of your bed he climbed onto then from rushed to the pillows to help ease the top blanket back his focus shifted from the other blankets to the stuffed animals he smiled in lifting to inspect.

“Green leaf,” he said turning to show the trio off to Legolas who smirked in accepting one for a closer look. Thranduil to your waist ensured you were covered and took the basket he settled on the bedside table on his path to your closet curious of what else you had tucked away to wear. Without touch he got a good look at all that he could see and then made his way to your other rooms to see what else you may have added to the apartment already. The study was where he found additions aside from the self weaving lace loom now with a panel that floated up to a body model that pinned itself up to join the second piece that would one day be a vest of top to another stunning dress. Just the number of books had his head swiveling to take in the various appearances and runes down the spines he couldn’t read.

A forest green book was eased off the shelf and with a grin he admired the forest scene etched into the front cover that he opened and began to flip through a few pages until he found an image then began to flip ahead to the next image. A pattern he continued ignorant of the glowing letters on the spine of the book that upon a picture of a tiger he slammed the book shut to the roar the moving creature gave off. The noise had his head turn to Glorfindel and Legolas who entered the doorway and he said in a show of the book, “Magic book, apparently.” Gently he eased the book back into its place and the trio got to choosing their own books they admired the covers of and stole a few glimpses inside.

Legolas, “Ada, what tongue is this?”

Thranduil answered turning over his own book in hand, “I do not know. Queen Jaqiearae was just informing me of her enchanted ear covers that allow her to understand and speak any tongue heard by her. Though written word is not affected the same. There must be several languages here, some of these runes are quite opposing in composition and overall shape.”

Word had most certainly gotten around and while others ate in the public kitchens supplies for a helping all your own were being gathered to be brought to you in your rooms to be prepped there and ready hopefully when you had woken. The sitting room was made use of with the only available seating other than your own bed that they spoke on ways to make you feel more comfortable now that the kingdom knew you were also at least part Maiar. Radagast’s name was mentioned as far as an invitation to the celebration at the end of the month to have a friend with magic in common nearby as Mithrandir was hard to locate a majority of the time and Saruman was harder to get out of his tower than a badger from its den.

A tap on your nose was what had woken you. And into focus came the boy who knelt open mouthed at the opal like swirl of colors in you eyes that darkened back to their normal silver flecked purple eyes. “I shot you,” he said and you couldn’t help but grin at him.

“Not really.”

“I like your dogs and goat,” he said scooping all three up in his palms to show you as if he’d been afraid to be caught with them.

“Thank you, my grandparents gave me them.”

“Are you better? Supper is almost done.” He pointed to your left, “I didn’t eat your rolls.”

In a reach over you grabbed one of the still warm rolls you lifted and offered to him. With a wide smile he set down your stuffies and accepted the roll he took a big bite out of it as you managed to prop yourself up to test your strength and then wiggled yourself upright. Groggily you managed to push the covers down and exhaled in the effort just that took and in a turn you reached for a roll that you took a lazy bite from. The slowed movements of your body had the boy ask, “Are you tired?”

Slowly a half blink with one eyelid moving slower than the other your head eased to the side in an awkward tilt through a hard swallow to empty your mouth to say, “I need my bag.” Right away his head turned and on his knees he swiveled until he spotted the bag that was on the bench at the foot of the bed he scrambled to grab and bring back to you only to find your body had collapsed to its side.

“Here,” he said opening the bag he settled on the bed in front of your trembling empty hand barely able to rise off the bed that dipped into the bag and retracted from it with a silver tin with gems around a painted mural in the center of the lid and around the sides of the oval marvel. A small latch was undone with a press of your thumb that lifted the lid to reveal a tin of what looked to be candies inside. In a sloppy pinch one of the caramel colored ones that in a blur of the room and muffle of a shout from the boy who was more than alarmed by your behavior. That shout had brought with it all three of the Lords who encircled you with a bodiless hand that helped to scoop the candy between your lips. That once upon your tongue melted into an elixir that dripped down your throat to the struggling groan that had hands cup your cheeks in wide eyed panic to the sight of a trail of black ooze from the corner of your mouth. Sharp inhales came in the snap of your eyes, now dark grey with golden veins that receded in four deep chested coughs held back behind what seemed to be your lips glued shut.

Around you their faces came into focus and in the split of your lips they saw the dark receding of ooze source of the trail one of the hands had wiped away they watched you seemed to inhale back down your throat and say, “Sorry, got up too fast.”

Glorfindel said with narrowed eyes, “That was no moment of feeling faint.”

“No,” you said to a tear that escaped from the corner of your eye, “Since I was taken, my magic, I cannot use above an amount of magic. Or I pass out and stay asleep for however long it takes to wear off the sleep.”

Thranduil asked, “These candies? This is the antidote of this sleep?”

“Partly.” You said and wet your lips and in the sign that you were trying to get up their hands helped you to do so and hold you upright, “Still tired, but I can perk up with something to eat. Probably will sleep in tomorrow, can’t help it. The candies are a hardened tonic to reverse the body binding part of my sleep.”

Thranduil asked in a pained voice, “Is there no cure?”

Unsteadily you shook your head and lifted your roll again, now slightly squished that you took another bite from after saying, “Haven’t found a curse like it. He did it.”

The trio simply watched you gradually work back to some semblance of normal in finishing off that roll and a second Legolas handed to you in hopes to quicken the healing along to Estel closing the tin he returned to your bag. Upon news of the supper being ready they helped you to the meal, through which Thranduil assured you Radagast was on his way to meet you and could assist you or call upon Mithrandir or Saruman if necessary to find a way to heal you of this illness.

Ample thanks were given to the cook who gladly shared they would add this recipe to the list of dishes to teach you upon a later date then left with a wide smile at the hopes they had impressed a few points upon their favor to be your personal cook. Afterwards however Legolas had led the rush to get you to call it an early night and joined the others with Estel on his hip upon their victorious exit to your choice of sleeping clothes to do just that.

Two days each time you were seen in passing their eyes traveled over you as if to take in any signs of weariness. Signs that after a late breakfast prepped by a second undercook who helped to see you off to a series of task in the Palace as you had missed the ride to Dale that day. Tasks were minimal in subtle agreements through the Palace to not exert you ended by evening strolls through the forest the speckled mare who even seemed to be against urging you to run or so much as speed walk, even going so far as to physically stop you by standing sideways in front of you to keep you from strain. Huffs and groans from you were common until a third day when you were able to sneak onto the first wagon to Dale the next day for a chance to be taken as healthy once again.

An early day however was called at the market having to close for a family celebration that had you with hold of your coin purse to check on what goodies you might be able to afford with each of your few paydays. A bundle of juicy grapes and exactly four pears you strolled to the front gates of the city where one of the guards eyed the cloth bag you held open in the bend of your arm with a smile and a grape between your fingers giving it an amused squeeze. Right up at noticing the audience you flashed him a grin and said, “We could never afford grapes as a child.”

Amusedly he chuckled to himself and watched the second guard who now was on the ground at your side to help you back onto the wagon turned around at the roll in of clouds to give off a slight drizzle soon enough that had brought the available Elves in Dale to head back before the rains could grow if they would at all. The grape was added back to the sack and you lifted a pear that the woman at the stall helped you to choose the best ones that you gave a curious sniff to it. The action had the friendly Elleth who was visiting a friend that worked in the Elvish markets who agreed to help you assemble an ample helping of fruit upon your return and would gladly show you just how to prepare each for snacking and the best way to keep them fresh to enjoy them to their fullest and not have to eat them at once.

Full tours of the markets were given in Greenwood where you were assured that King Thranduil had settled an account for your leisure upon declaration of your title named upon Lord Glorfindel’s arrival at your side in one of their daily trips along your paths. A lesson on jams had come next in the gathering of a full supply of food to be used for the lunch cooking lesson from another undercook to grant the cook time to ready the supplies in your kitchen. The twin Lords however upon realizing you had made a heaping amount had invited themselves as the others were busy in aligning themselves with the incoming arrival of Lords and family members from both Rivendell and Lothlorien.

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Twice Upon A Time Pt 2

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Day by day you managed to slip a few moments at his side, a drink here, snack there all while fighting the sinking feeling in your chest at the more than hospitable King who seemed to be growing closer to your sister by the day. Small gifts here and there growing more elaborate each time, most on hinted comments slipped into your conversations with the King. All joined with much smaller favors for you with the assurance of a fully stocked pantry aiding in Bilbo’s comfort as well. Always assuring her comfort as her stomach became more pronounced in the buzz of the approaching coronation day for Thorin at the end of the week.

A shriek broke Thranduil’s conference in his throne room through the doors that were torn open freeing you to dart inside. Gripping the front of the lilac gown Thranduil had left in your chambers the night before revealing your tall boots and tights in your race up the steps to his throne through the King. In his stunned silence he shifted his arm in your path then couldn’t help but grin as you slipped behind him covering yourself with his wrap behind his back curling your bent legs around his sides. The source of your fear sounded out clearly at the cry of the massive peacock wandering through the halls making you huddle closer to his back making him call out, “Fetch some oranges for Charlie please?”

Two guards bowed their heads and guided the peacock off towards the kitchens. Again your hand settled on his shoulder instantly easing his tension while you peered over it at the vanishing bird calling out again. Turning his head he shifted his arm over your curled legs resting against his, stealing a brush of his fingers against your bare knee as his eyes sank approvingly over your gifted gown. “It is customary, when in the Southern gardens to carry two oranges to toss when Charlie gets a bit too nosy, or he tries to steal some of our hair.” You nodded shifting his wrap off your shoulders and your fingers through your hair. “I am pleased you enjoyed the gown I chose for you. Was the necklace not to your liking?”

Your brow inched up and you forced out a weak chuckle brushing your hair behind your ear trying to keep from blushing, “I think you’re mistaking me for Teanna, who enjoyed the gifted necklace very much. She even mentioned wearing it to the coronation.” You glanced down the stairs to the Lords making you hop up settling your gown around your legs, “I will let you get back to your meeting.”

His lips parted as you descended the steps making him realize all his personal gifts must have been stolen out of the dining room by the floral arrangements he sent with each of them by Teanna, even against the notes marking them specifically for you. Each time taken as a refusal of his affections and tokens now alleviating his worries as to why you had supposedly done so. As you left the hall his eyes fell back on the Lords but he heard nothing of what they said while he tried to think up a way to assure your next gift would be left in your hands alone.

A painful topic leading to an even more painful one, the suggestion of Teanna leaving Greenwood, for your happiness and the success of your marriage depended on it. Next to her you seemed to draw back, allowing her to take up as much attention as she wished for, a typical elder sibling trait according to Lords Celeborn and Elrond, one he hoped to free you from continuing so he could quite selfishly see you shine to your full glory.

…

The day of the coronation came and even against the continued failed attempts in gaining any trade meetings with Thorin grew more and more tiresome. Only worsening Thranduil’s mood at the few times you had been able to spend together, foolishly he had wasted spilling all of his troubles out on you in a tangled mess of three languages leaving you far from able to assist him in the situation. But hopefully after the coronation he could somehow hope Teanna could convince Thorin to work with him, or at least take her off your hands aiding in Thorin’s need for an heir and your need for well deserved space to thrive on your own paths.

At least until Teanna could speak with Thorin he would have to settle on the fact that you were wearing the deep silver velvet paneled gown with deep emerald shimmering vines reaching up to curl below the low neckline and thin strip over your shoulders supporting the flowing sheer pale green sleeves. The ornate gown all but made you start to cry wondering how simply being Teanna’s sister, the King’s favorite and possible future bride, had won you such lavish gowns. But in the watchful eye of the Elleths instructed to ready you for the evening you held back your doubts and insecurities you watched as the taller of the two eased the top half of your curls back to be woven into a long intricate braid. At the end of it a clasp bearing a stag’s head coated in diamonds and emeralds was snapped into place as your door opened freeing Legolas to enter after his gentle knock.

For a moment he paused and his smile grew knowing his father would love to see you in his gifted gown and hair clasp. Nearing you he held a box in his hands and nodded his head to the Elleths in return for their bowed heads in their path out of your room smiling that their Queen received their King’s gifts. With a smile of your own you caught Legolas’ eyes scanning over you again as he stated, “Ada wished to add a certain something to your appearance tonight. However, it seems he has forgotten about your neckline.”

A soft chuckle left you and you turned to your wardrobe saying, “That, at least, I can handle. I managed to grab a few necklaces in Erebor as my portion of the treasure. Before Teanna could get there.”

Legolas smirked at your craftiness as he set the box on the table along the wall and watched you bring out a satchel clinking when you set it down beside the box revealing the gold and treasures inside. Carefully you set the crystal coated casings on the table along with another chest making the grin on Legolas’ face drop in shock. Silently he watched as you opened the chest revealing the glowing stones and necklace inside, without looking at him you asked, “I have not been asked to many celebrations, would this-,” turning your head you peered up at the Prince still staring at the necklace resting on your fingers, “What?”

He glanced at you then flashed a momentary smile, wetting his lips and shifted on his feet before he stated as calmly as he could, “That, was my Grandmother’s.”

Looking at the necklace you set it back in the chest you closed then slid closer to the Prince who looked from the chest to you with lips parted as you smiled at him, “Here. I am terribly sorry to have not shown you or your Ada sooner.”

He glanced to the chest again, “You are certain?”

You nodded when he peered up at you, “Yes. It is not mine to claim. Perhaps I should let you both inspect what else I have chosen.”

He chuckled and reached out for the first crystal casing to open it and say, “This is the mate for Girion’s necklace.” Your eyes fell to the diamond coated necklace stemming form a choker out over the chest piece and back with scattered emeralds. “For his wife.”

“Oh.”

He chuckled again, “He fell when Smaug first arrived. It is rightfully yours. And it perfectly pairs with Ada’s gift.” Carefully he raised the necklace out of the box and walked around you to help secure it in place under your hair you moved aside for him only to drop it as he moved back to the box he had brought you revealing the diamond and emerald coated tiara he raised and set on your head.

“Leg-, I cannot-, all this..”

He grinned and gently rested his hand on your shoulder, “You deserve much more than this. No arguments. Ada would not hear of it.” His hand folded around the chest he raised to his chest while Tauriel entered to keep watch over you ensuring your sister wouldn’t be able to snatch anything from you as another pair were guarding and prepping her through Bilbo’s fidgeting with his gifted vest and outer jacket buttons.

Down the hall after passing Tauriel, Legolas smirked as he entered his father’s chambers heading straight for his bedroom the King had steadily been redecorating hopefully closer to your tastes. A subtle step towards one day sharing the apartment with you, fully able to be claimed as yours. While he fastened the buttons on the ends of his sleeves his brow raised at Legolas stating,

“Naneth wished to give you a gift in return.”

Thranduil promptly lowered his arm and turned peering at his son with wide eyes and curiously parted lips before his eyes fell to the chest he held out for him. Stepping closer Thanduil’s hands folded around the chest asking, “How..?”

Leglas chuckled answering, “Apparently Naneth got to tour the treasury before Teanna did. Claimed a few trinkets and gold for herself. This among them. She did give an apology for not showing us her pieces for approval sooner.”

Thranduil moved towards his closet to set the chest back in its rightful place asking, “Does she have another suitable piece to wear?”

Legolas followed him and stood in the doorway with a grin, “Yes. Among her trinkets was the mate to Girion’s necklace.” Easing Thranduil’s grin out again as Legolas moved in closer to help him with the finishing touches on his robe, “Conveniently matching her entire gifted ensemble.” He chuckled again nodding his head, “Naneth is waiting.”

Thranduil smirked and eased his emerald wrap on around his arms over his deep silver robe then walked out into the hall where he froze in place looking you over as you entered behind your crimson and gold clad sister. Curiously your eyes scanned over the King who shifted around Legolas, who took Teanna on his arm then moved to offer his elbow to you with a soft grin allowing him to lean in and whisper, “Thank you.” After a weak chuckle you nodded and faced forward to keep from staring up at the King gazing at you adoringly making you wonder why you were suddenly the center of his attentions.

Out of the carriage you stepped, resting your hand in Thranduil’s after Legolas led Teanna through the open gates into the sea of irritated Dwarves leering up at you all on your path into the great hall to join the other visiting Lords and Kings present for the ceremony. Though straight from the moment of your entrance Thorin’s darkened eyes scanned greedily over Teanna noting the accentuated bump on her middle the Elves made certain he and the Dwarves would notice even from afar. The ceremony went seamlessly and without fail. And as you made your way out to the great hall again you spotted Teanna being led aside by Balin towards the freshly crowned King.

In true stubborn fashioned she swatted his hands away and shoved the King back making him storm after her shouting, “That is my child! You are my Consort! You will not leave this mountain!”

Turning on her heels she glared at him making him freeze before she shouted, “Since entering this mountain I have had nothing but sneers, scowls and berating comments from you and your, people!” His expression darkened even more, “If you think for one moment that I am living here where none could offer myself or MY child safety you are gravely mistaken, Your Majesty!” she bowed her head dramatically then turned again to hurry back to you and Thranduil making the Elves mutter curses to themselves mentally.

Thorin from behind her a few yards from you shouted out, “You are the one to be mistaken if you imagine any of my kin would harm a child!”

She turned again, “How would I know what you or your kin would do?! All those promises! All those grand stories about returning home and what you would look forward to! All that hope that you gave me about something close to a future with you! Lies! All of it! Since we left Rivendell you’ve done nothing but push me away and if you think you are taking my baby to be at the mercy of the ridicule your people would unleash on him for being mine-!”

Thorin, “I am not taking your child! I am protecting my heir! Who knows what that Elven King has poisoned you both with in my absence! Had you informed me-!”

“You’d what?! Show me any semblance of attention?! For months-..!”

At her moving closer to him Thranduil’s hand eased around your middle in his turn guiding you to do the same to head back to the waiting carriages along with his people seeing the argument was just carrying them deeper into the mountain. Outside the sealed gates Thranduil guided you back into the carriage then locked his eyes with yours resting his hand on your upper arm, “If she wishes to return she will be welcome in our halls. For now, let’s get you something to eat. I doubt you could handle the full days ceremonies through their comments. Just in case I set up a feast of our own.”

”The baby-..”

Thranduil gave you a soft smile, “Even in their sickness none would harm the King’s heir. And if they do I give you my word I will cripple that mountain and behead the King myself.” You nodded and turned to climb into the carriage behind Bilbo before Thranduil turned to climb onto his Great Elk to follow the carriage beside Legolas on his white steed, both grinning at the successful task of returning Thorin’s Consort to him.

From what you were told the Feast of Starlight had been rescheduled, however as you returned near nightfall you rested your hand in Thranduil’s exiting the carriage behind Bilbo. Again his full attentions were on you, chatting with you quietly in the path through the kingdom until you spotted Lord Elrond, his family, along with Lord Celeborn and his wife all waiting in the main garden making you freeze as they excitedly came to greet you and share about the celebration starting in an hour. With a chuckle Thranduil peered down at you enjoying your shock that he still went ahead with planning the lavish affair.

By the time the feast began you had found yourself smiling brightly giggling with Celebrian as Estel animatedly told you a story he had rehearsed for sharing days prior. Again the King’s hand was offered to you and you were guided through to the grand ballroom coated in glowing crystals and lanterns before your eyes lowered to the Elves welcoming their King and Queen to the feast. Retracing the length of your time together you were at a loss and might have gotten more than a bit carried away with the wine. Though as you downed yours you caught the enamored King mirroring you actions.

Somewhere between the dancing, drinking and feasting you felt yourself readying to fall, and fall you did. Though somehow onto the King’s bed in the King’s arms through a knee weakening enamored lip lock. All in a blur the sunrise eventually found you as your eyes shot open at the sound of Dwarven armor clamping on over the sound of distant orc armor shifting noisily in the distance.

Carefully you eased out from under Thranduil’s arm wondering when you had changed into your silk night gown in your glance at the unconscious King barefoot in his under shirt and pants. Around the room you spotted the changes to the décor you had mentioned favoring in your conversations with the King along with a full supply of half eaten snacks and delicacies by more Elven wine half downed. Against your wish to stay you turned and snuck out to race back into your room to climb your way into your traveling clothes and boots you secured your twin blades into before you turned to race out through the palace.

In the hall you caught sight of Celebrian restraining Elrond from chasing after you as she whispered, “Let her go. She heard something coming.” His argument ended as they both watched your wings slip out of the slits on your back in your leap to the railing on the balcony freeing you to soar off into the distance. Turning away from you Elrond raced to Thranduil’s chambers to wake him and warn him of an oncoming enemy. The warning alone jolted his heart into a painful pace though hearing you had raced off alone drove him into a fierce frenzy determined to find and protect you.

Filling into the plains you growled audibly in your full dragon form racing for the oncoming orcs. A great cry came from the Dwarves as you came into view though to their surprise while they spotted the sea of Elves rushing out to aid in the battle you took out as many as you could manage on your path to the ruins of Dale. In which you shrank and drew your blades slicing through the orcs trying to sneak up on the Durins. In a matter of moments the Elves were pouring into the city. Left and right your vision kept flashing into blurry moments and then back to focus as each of the Elves that took injuries were healed leaving your clothes steadily soaking with blood worrying the Elves around you even more in their frenzy to clear the city to protect and return you to their King.

Around the corner the King appeared just in time to see your wings jut out again carrying you off towards Raven Hill where you spotted the Durins doing something stunningly stupid, even for them, racing up without any armor towards a sea of Orcs. Growing again you raced towards Angbad to cut off the army pouring in towards them. Again mere minutes was all it took for you to finish them off before you heard the wailing cry of Fili as he took a sword to his back. Instantly your vision went blurry and your body morphed back sending you down into the snow below. Gasping for breath you coiled up in a ball biting back your wailing cry at his slam down into the ice coated rocks below.

Trembling now in your weakened crawl free from the snow bank you dropped to your side gasping wide eyed at the blow Kili took straight to his heart filling your shirt with a fresh pool of blood on the rapidly sealing cut. Leaving you in a growing pool of blood just as your foot was sliced open tearing a pained sob from you as you fisted the pebble coated sand below you on the far edge of the frozen lake. Blow after blow Thorin steadied himself as you coughed up more and more blood in whimpering breaths as your vision narrowed through your slide into the darkened void pouring in around you.

A final squeaking gasp drove your hands to fumble over the front of your shirt no longer holding in the blood you had lost now seeping out around your sides and the arm and neck holes. A mere breath later your eyes were rolling back through your name being called. The hand now cupping your cheek revealed the source of your heart break. With eyes filled with tears the King knelt over you cupping your cheek, easing you up into his arms against his chest through his whispers,

“Stay with me, my Love. Stay with me.”

In the distance the confused Durins patted their formerly wounded bodies in their stagger to their feet dumbly heading back to the mountain ignoring the fleeing Elves they assumed to be taking cover from the now hiding dragon. But the wave of fallen Elves, now realized to be unconscious not dead, flooded back into the forest only to find Bilbo waiting out side the gates impatiently pacing on the front bridge.

When Thranduil came into view Bilbo waved his arms stopping his Elk holding a bag of your clothes he tossed up onto the Elk’s back, “You need to go! Now!”

His eyes trailed after the blood pouring down the Elk’s sides and back as Thranduil’s brows furrowed, “She needs healing! Now-..”

Bilbo nodded, “Yes! Now! You need to go now!” Thranduil’s lips parted only to close as Bilbo snatched a blade from a passing soldier who froze watching as he sliced down the front of his forearm freeing a stream of blood with a pained whimper. The slice all but instantly healed as Bilbo called out, “Her arm!”

Peering down Thranduil shifted your arm and gasped audibly seeing the cut open spilling more of your blood he clamped his hand around in a fervent act to seal it somehow, only for it to heal under his fingers. Bilbo’s voice drew his attention back to the Hobbit, “Staying here will kill her after that battle! Now, Thranduil! Somewhere with no one around for miles! Now!”

Steadying you in his arms his Elk turned and bounded off into a clear path over high roots then raced out through the forest into the distance leaving the guards crying for the legion that was left to remain behind to claim their steeds and race after their rulers. For nearly a day he raced until him and his men reached the edge of his forest along the edge of the river between Southern Greenwood and Lothlorien.

A tent was set up already by the fully healthy with a group of healers ready to bathe and redress you at the message Celeborn had sent ahead mentally to his people. Outside the tent Thranduil was forced to his feet by a pair of healers guiding him to the rivers edge uttering soft pleas to the King to tend to himself as to ease your suffering. That suggestion alone urged him to hurriedly strip and scrub allowing them to heal his minor wounds and redress into fresh clothes. On the river’s edge he stood staring at the Elleths carrying out a bucket of your bloody clothes they hurried to scrub in the river as Lord Celeborn arrived in time to see Haldir ride up and walk through the river and onto the bank to the Lords bowing his head.

Haldir, “My Lords, we have searched the kingdom and have cleared out the injured Elves. We have a pair of new guards with broken bones, they should be halfway to Rivendell by morning. Though we have noticed a great number of Hobbits flooding into Moria, the roof of which is now coated in mirroring crystals.”

Thranduil’s eyes lowered as he mumbled, “Hobbits…”

Celeborn chuckled watching as Thranduil spotted the healers leaving your tent in search of him urging him towards the tent asking, “What has happened?”

The lead healer stated, “The Queen is uninjured.”

Thranduil’s brows furrowed and he eased the flap back and peered in at you asleep in the fresh shirt and pants on the plush cot large enough for two only to look at the second healer as she said, “It seems as if the Queen is asleep.”

Celeborn neared him saying, “Stay with her, we will keep watch through the night and at first light transfer her to Lothlorien.” The King nodded and stepped inside the tent walking straight to your side to lay out wrapping you in his arms nuzzling close to him. Closing his eyes while his mind tapped yours hoping his hushed whispers could stir you out of this terrifying sleep, if only for a moment.

Around you distant hums and Hobbit songs stirred you to roll your head to the side trying to lull your eyes open in the beginning of another verse of a Quenya song bringing the light of the room you were sleeping in into focus. Through the crack of your eye the sheer curtains surrounding the bed you were in danced on the breeze around you. Painfully you struggled to regain control of your body to prop yourself up and brush the blankets down through a pained exhale.

Groggily you smacked your lips and slid to the edge of the bed and onto your feet. A wobble later you regained some semblance of your balance and walked to the open doorway where you squeaked and fell backwards after seeing the rail-less walkway from the tree house you were in connecting it to another in the distance far above the ground. Not a moment later Thranduil raced through the door, still dripping in water stained pants he scooped you up in his arms carrying you back to the bed as your hands settled on his bare shoulders coated in soapy water revealing the bath you had torn him from.

Lowly he purred, “Back to bed, My Love.”

Again that word made your heart skip and you squeaked out, “Where am I?”

Chuckling as he eased the covers back over your legs he replied, “Lothlorien. I tried to take you home but Bilbo informed me of your wound stealing gift. No wonder my men managed to return without any serious injuries and those Durins managed to stagger off after blows to the chest.”

Softly, unable to focus on what he’d just said, you asked, “Your Love?”

Through an adoring gaze he leaned over you cupping your other cheek purring sweetly, “If I might, clarify something for you, each and every gift your sister had claimed to be from me was intended to be yours. The flowers, the notes, all of it.” Gently his thumb moved to brush away the tear streaming down your cheek, “I only intended to be kind to Teanna as a gesture as your kin. I never assumed that what I took as your refusal of the gifts had been from her thievery. And I must say, as respectfully as I can manage this, I sincerely hope that her visits are few and far between.”

Making you chuckle softly as another set of tears fell for him to brush away, “How can you love me. I’m-.”

He grinned purring back, “The Daughter of Gostir. Lord Celeborn informed me. And I must say, My Love, your scales are stunning.” Your lips parted and he playfully added, “Though if you must eat dragons frequently we might have to think of something to solve that.”

You giggled weakly and replied as he nipped his lip after a chuckle of his own, “I don’t have to eat dragons. I just, get, really hungry, when they are near.”

He chuckled again, “Good. Now we will have fair warning if another arrives to challenge you.” Making you give him a playful glare, “And, should my council disagree with any of your proposed laws, we can simply say you’ll eat them.”

Your lips parted and you scoffed back, “I do not eat Elves.”

He chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose, “I know that, and you know that, and they know that. However, it is an amusing threat to throw around.” Making you giggle again and roll your eyes glancing out the window only to feel him kissing your cheek starting a short trail along the side of your jaw, “What I also know, is I fell asleep with my Wife in my arms and I woke up alone to a raging battle.” Your eyes met his when you turned your head seeing his deep seated pained gaze, “Please, next time, wake me.”

You nodded and his eyes lowered to your hand as it timidly rose to his cheek, only to pause and curl up making him smirk as he tilted is head forcing your palm open by stroking his face against your palm bolstering your courage to lift up and claim a chaste kiss. When your lips broke apart he promptly leaned in stealing a firmer one drawing your other hand to smooth across his back. Steadily it became more heated and he naturally found himself between your legs flattening above you as his hand smoothed along your leg after your silk gown had drooped to your hips.

In the doorway a passing maid with another set of towels for your shared bath promptly turned and strolled away leaving the towels on the table outside the door to the bath along the way, moving as briskly and silently as possible averting all servants and guards in her path.

Tearing your lips from his you whispered as he peppered a warm hungry trail down the side of your neck as your fingers traced the waistband on his partially tied pants that had shifted around him since his settling on the bed with you, “There is no door.”

Lowly he chuckled against your skin, “Mhmm.”

At his tongue flicking out against the nape of your neck you softly gasped, “Or windows.”

Again he purred, “Mhmm.” Easing his fingers from your thigh up over your side to your shoulder to shift the strap over your sleeve, “We are not the first newlyweds to stay here. Our dwelling is on the outer rings granting us privacy.” Removing his lips from your skin he met your heated gaze with his, “If you wish for me to stop, My Love-.”

His words stopped at your nip at your lower lip after asking, “Your what?”

Chuckling lowly he grazed his lips past yours to kiss below your ear, “My Love.”

Again you giggled softly as he moved to kiss your cheek, playfully whispering, “I didn’t quite catch that.”

“My Love.” He ghosted just above your lips luring you to kiss him again.

“I still-,”

He chuckled again, “Still can’t hear me?” You shook your head smoothing your hands from his stomach to his chest nipping at your lip, “Ok. Then perhaps,” he kissed you again feeling your fingertips drop to his waistband again at his growing arousal, “I could show you, just how absolutely unequivocally devoted to you I am. With your permission, of course.”

You nodded and raised up planting your lips on his while your fingers brushed down his waist band and he pulled down the pitiful layer of lace under your silk gown obstructing his way he left under the sheets he made sure to keep covering you both from any passers by to comfort any of your possible nerves. Sinking into you, his tongue mingled with yours as his hands moved yours to lay flat on the bed freeing his fingers to stroke along your palms then weave between yours folding tightly as he eased your hands higher above your heads while he found his steady rhythm pleasing you both.

Stretched out on your sides you slept facing the King, legs wrapped in his with his arms wrapped around you with fingers smoothing across your bare skin under the covers as he hummed to you softly smirking at your content sigh. In the doorway Thranduil spotted Celeborn peeking through curiously with a message in hand he waved to silently announce his reasoning for the visit. The King’s weak chuckle welcomed him in to pass over the note from his son confirming the kingdom was running smoothly and the last of the seriously wounded were almost completely healed signaling the halfway mark of your stay until all were fully healed. In your regaining health you were to be protected and the risk of returning just yet was for to great for any in the kingdom to risk, no matter the concern of their Queen mending so far away.

A few more weeks you lingered in the terrifying rail-less kingdom with your loving husband carrying you to and fro gladly at your slightly amusing fear of the treetop dwellings. But finally after a stop in at the booming new Hobbiton spread through the newly sunlit Moria filled with eager young Hobbits chasing after their protector, you sat atop the wagon carrying Bilbo’s possessions as Thranduil sat atop his still slightly pinkened Great Elk trotting beside you cheerfully chatting through the steady path back to Northern Greenwood. Upon entering however you heard the cry of a raven soaring into the palace that landed on the King’s raised hand passing on the message from newly awoken Thorin from his sickness hoping to initiate trade at the dwindling of his storehouses.

With a chuckle Thranduil claimed another kiss from you then went to draft his response as he took at your storehouses to hopefully send of by that night, if Thorin would agree to his terms of payment. With the final swap of letters the first delivery was sent off and much to the shock of the Dwarves on the required payment the King’s Jewels were not among them. The treasury was vast and required thorough searching to confirm a possible explanation, though it proved altogether unnecessary when the royal line visited for the first celebration of spring in the Elven kingdom in an act of timid peace. In which they caught sight of you with a shimmering white gem coated circlet matching the long struggled for necklace draped across your chest.

However little could be said as just while Dain opened his mouth to argue your thievery Teanna let out a shriek and clutched her stomach making you flinch yourself. Thorin lifted her and carried her off to the healing wing meeting up with the hurrying healers as you lingered in the hall planting your hand on the wall closing your eyes. Your actions made Dain remain fixed in place along with Dis who both glanced between you and their King’s Consort in the distance making you flinch again at her next groan in pain. To their surprise as Thranduil held you on your feet while your forehead pressed to the wall you inhaled sharply then fell limp in his arms at the sudden cry of an infant down the hall. With parted lips they watched you be carried off to your chambers as Thorin chuckled calling out to his kin to hurry along and meet their Prince.

Entering the room they eyed the Prince and the shockingly petite frame on his mother, as if she were never pregnant at all solidified by her no longer swollen chest forbidding her in future nursing. Excitedly they cooed over the sideburn bearing infant stealing glances at the door wondering when you would arrive again.

With a glimmer in her eye Teanna peered over at Thorin saying smugly, “I told you we should have the birth here.” His eyes turned to her stunned and she answered the question lingering in their minds for months now, since they had last seen you with swords in hand racing through Dale. “Sis has always eased my sufferings. Knew it’d be over in a flash.” She wet her lips then curled her legs in front of her, “Since we were little couldn’t have so much as a paper cut without it shifting from my hand to hers.”

Kili, “What do you mean?”

Teanna chuckled and smirked up at him, “Meaning if I punched that wall you could hear her scream from my broken bones being healed and taken on by her. Thought you’d have figured that out after Bilbo’s lingering round her on the journey over. Only one who never got so much as a scrape.”

The smugness of the Consort signaled the breaking point of Thorin as she hopped up and strolled off to wander through the castle, not noticing the shifting of her hair to a pale silver loosing its bouncy curls and wrinkles slowly creeping up from her hands. Settling Dis’ utter distaste for the woman she’d now have to tolerate raising her nephew, fully understanding why Thorin must have left word of her out of his letters to her and their relatives but only adding to the mystery of why he never mentioned you either.

Her absence leaving the curious Dwarf King to head for the Royal Wing. It went easier than he imagined as he had to follow the healers trickling out of the apartment door with relieved expressions shifting to grins at the cooing infant in his arms. Steadily inching inside he wet his lips then entered fully at Thranduil’s voice calling out, “Come in, Thorin.”

Timidly he inched towards the bedroom door then stated as he eyed you laying propped up on the pillows drowsily rubbing your cheeks dry as Thranduil patted your forehead with a cool damp cloth wiping away your beading sweat. “Dis mentioned you had fell faint.” He wet his lips again and neared your bed, “I thought you might like to meet the young Prince.”

Weakly you chuckled and patted the bed ushering him closer making his grin grow as he settled down on the edge offering the Prince to you. “I see he has the Durin eyes. Well done.”

He chuckled then wet his lips seeing Thranduil lean over to stroke the child’s arm gently as Thorin stammered, “We, um, that is. Teanna mentioned you, take her injuries.” You locked eyes with him, “That is, none of us saw you, for quite a while after the battle for Erebor.”

“I do not enjoy battles. Controlling that, gift, is much harder. It takes quite a toll on me.”

Thorin, “We were injured, me and the boys. Did you heal us?”

“Perhaps you should refrain from racing off unarmored next time in the name of revenge. It wins you nothing.”

The admission freed a tear down his cheek, “After everything-,”

You chuckled folding your fingers around the Prince’s foot raising it to your lips after he had kicked your chin trying to hold onto it, “Stick and stones, Thorin. Stick and stones.”

A smirk eased across his lips and then he glanced back seeing Fili and Kili inch into the room wiping their cheeks nearing the bed with apologetic smiles before Kili nudged Fili muttering, “Ask her.”

You grinned up at Fili making him blurt out, “Nori said something crazy, bout the battle.”

Kili let out a nervous snorting laugh blurting out, “Said you turned into ‘The Great Shadow’ and back again.” Their grins dropped as your expression remained in place.

Thranduil smirked asking, “Are you asking out of curiosity for a tall tale or to see if the Prince will sprout a tail of his own?”

Fili and Kili promptly answered, “Both.”

You chuckled weakly then locked eyes with Thorin, “Your son is the grandson of Gostir.” Making their lips part. Your finger stroked along the Prince’s foot, “Though I cannot sense anything past Elven and Dwarf blood in him.”

Thranduil chuckled, “Lucky for you, your kin do not have to worry about his temper driving him to nibbling on your kin, past the usual teething that is.” The momentary furrow of your brows made Thranduil smooth his hand over your stomach drawing their eye to your small bump asking, “Do you need another pillow?”

You shook your head, “Ankle’s a bit stiff. Teanna must have twisted hers.”

Instantly Thorin claimed your ankle to massage it making your lips purse curiously before Fili chuckled then asked, “So, will yours have a tail?”

You smirked at him playfully as Thranduil stated, “Either way we will love our child. Tail or no tail. Tantrums will be difficult with the fire and all however.”

You rolled your eyes, “Honestly, you four, I had to reach maturity before my gifts surfaced.”

Kili nodded, “Good news then. No flaming nappies.” Making you giggle.

Though beside you Thorin asked, “Your people are not concerned?”

Thranduil shook his head, “Will yours be?”

Thorin’s head tilted slightly, “If we told them perhaps. You are being fed enough?”

Fili, “She ate Smaug, bound to have a great deal of energy stored up.”

Kili, “Have you ever eaten a Dwarf?”

You shook your head, “I don’t eat Dwarves.” A giggle left you at the Prince poking his foot between your lips only to giggle at your gentle nibble on his foot, “Though a nibble here and there in good fun is sometimes required.” Making the men chuckle.

Thorin wet his lips then asked, “Your child, the birth, it did not-,”

You shook your head, “No. Our child is safe.” Easing his smile out again.

Through the next few hours you sat chatting with the whole clan as they filed into the room peering on at the Prince asleep in your arms while Teanna flat out refused to leave their chambers, staring at herself in the mirror noting how aged she seemed after the birth. A shuffle and growing moan from the Prince begging for his breakfast didn’t even budge her signaling the approach of Thorin again as you glanced down at the wet spots on your shirt triggering Dis to call for her brother. A mutual need was obvious and once again you cradled the boy nursing him until he slipped back into his slumber lulling you towards yours again.

Softly Thorin thanked you then left the apartment with his kin freeing you to rest with Thranduil. Though halfway through the night the shirtless Elf King left your bed to search for the reason for the growing shouts in his kingdom. Sometime in the night Teanna had fled, leaving only a note marking her need to sail for Valinor to save herself from withering out of all of her youth. Speechless Thorin sat, somewhat thankful for the ending, and yet pained for the absence of a loving mother for his son. Without his having to ask Thranduil, after mentally confirming his suggestion with you, stated, “You are welcome to stay here until the Prince is weaned if you wish.”

Thorin’s eyes shifted to you and you nodded widening his grin, “Thank you. You will not regret this.”

You grinned at him accepting the fussy Prince for another feeding, “I could never regret this.” Widening the smiles on the Dwarves’ faces watching the contently grunting Prince as he nursed.

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Fixed in the center of a lake not so far from the slumbering Dwarves a plot came to a sinister yet desirable close. For generations since the fall of Dale the men of Esgaroth have starved and ailed under the watch of their so called Masters. Yet after decades finally their line had come to a withering end. The Master, portly and intolerable had breathed his last sending a pleased ripple through the frigid city.

One that brought about a knock on the door of the man they hoped to lead them, descendent of the mighty Lord Girion, the last defender of Dale. Aching and stiff from his long hours on his barge Bard opened the door with an exhausted sigh to the large crowd all gathered around outside bowing their heads in respect to their new Master. While a lurking servant rushed from the side of the Master to collect what he could and vanish into the night.

Easing from their beds the Dwarves wondered if they would see you at all through their stay in this Kingdom after the first interaction with Thranduil. Stretching and readying for the day they gathered together in the sitting room joining their gifted sleeping quarters to discuss the day as Bilbo entered, claiming a seat among them, wading through the long list of questions concerning your mood. Seated on the large chair he crossed his feet, once again pleasantly enjoying the Blacklock clothes gifted to him that the still brooding Thorin eyed with an irritated twitch of his brow ignoring the words swirling around him as he lingered in his own darkening thoughts.

Shifting under the thick covers your eyes opened finding yourself once again stretched out across the foot of the King’s bed alongside the still dozing Prince curled up in front of you huddled against your chest as his Father sat up at his desk stealing another smirking glance at you both. Happily seated at his desk reading through another letter from your Father arriving just for him that he responded to with an urging that a large number of troops would be needed for your aid. Ensuring him of your safety yet again as he mentally delved through all the supplies and plans you would need.

Two days away you would need to be on that Mountain ledge finding a hidden door to enter and possibly die. Ignoring the ache in your back from sitting up for so many nights on the Journey you rose and sighed through your stretches gaining aid from Legolas in popping your throbbing back before walking through to the King’s guest room in his apartment used only by you to bathe and change. Joining them once again you hugged them both giving them soft encouragements that you would be traveling by lunchtime since you knew Thorin seemed to be sinking already and you would have to get there as soon as you could anyway.

With a set of hands on your back they led you through the halls to join and lead the others to the waiting meal as Thorin eyed the Elf King, drawing in a steady breath before saying, “King Thranduil,” In an instant the icy blue eyes of the King were on him as he bit back his pride and uttered his rehearsed statement as the other Dwarves looked on. “I owe you an apology. I should have not brought up my personal beliefs of the Blacklock clan even after you had assured me of my Father’s safety. I met Lord Celeborn briefly in Rivendell and he has y/n’s trust, I will do my best to grant him the same.” Switching his eyes, Thorin caught your blank gaze at him as you stabbed a piece of your breakfast with your fork until he turned his eyes back to the Elven King mirroring your action and flashing a brief smile.

Thranduil, “We are all entitled to our beliefs. One day perhaps your beliefs may shift,” nearly ready to argue Thorin glanced at you again still holding the same gaze fixed on him with a withheld spark coursing through your eyes. “But that, is merely my own personal hope. For y/n’s sake at least.” Thorin’s eyes shifted back again catching Thranduil’s smirk, “I’ve only seen her like this twice. Both Elves were in the Healing Wing for weeks after when they kept pressing.”

Thorin, “My poor behavior has done her no favors with her allies, of this, I am certain.”

Thranduil, “Well at least in that I can aid her, horses are being readied to carry you to Erebor as we speak. You shall be there by lunch if all goes smoothly.”

Glancing at you again Thorin watched as your eyes shifted across your plate avoiding his gaze realizing your words were true and the Elf King did bear far less patience for them, allowing them only one nights rest under his care. Nodding his head he lowered his eyes to his plate focusing on his meal between glances at you realizing you still had yet to glance at him once.

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Gathered around the gates the Dwarves all watched as King Thranduil and his Son flanked you on your walk to join them, both reaching over as you adjusted the straps on your bags to gently fold your cloak back covering the flash of Mithril exposed across your chest. With parted lips the Dwarves eyed the hidden layer as they could then watched your hand easing the string holding your clan beads around your neck under the protective layer while Thranduil gently slid a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. Inspecting his behavior they all wondered at his attachment to you, acting more like a Father than an ally, caring only for your happiness as Legolas eyed you with the same deep fondness marking a familial tie.

With a gentle grip Thranduil eased you up onto the back of his Giant Elk before climbing on behind you giving a glance to the Dwarves on the horses around him that followed after his path. Clutching you protectively the group behind you settled on your bond in their hushed conversation in Khuzdul as Thranduil softly told you, “Won’t be long now.”

“I know. Straight in then back out again back to the forest as soon as I can manage, as promised.”

“You have your strategy set?”

“Yes.”

Sighing behind you Thranduil squeezed his arm tighter across your middle, “Mithrandir certainly is going to get a lengthy lecture from me before he dares request your aid again.”

Giggling softly your hand eased over his drawing a soft smile back onto his face lingering until he left you at the forest’s edge.

Swinging your leg over the knot in the saddle you gently patted his shoulder and hopped down catching his hand folding across his chest with a return of the loving gesture you copied with Legolas. Stepping back your eyes scanned over to Tauriel to offer her a smile only to spot her softly speaking with Kili. Turning away you eased your arm around Bilbo’s shoulders leading him on the start of the trek across the plains as the others followed after.

Reaching your side once more Thorin stole a glance at you stating, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen King Thranduil so attached to a Dwarf.”

Smirking back at him you weakly chuckled replying, “I’ve known him as long as I can remember. One of my Father’s oldest friends. I think when we met he was aching for another child, it was through him I formed bonds with the other Elven Lords.”

Nodding Thorin couldn’t help but ask, “You don’t mind being claimed and treated as his child?”

Meeting his eyes you exhaled allowing him to see your weak smile dim, “My kin lost their homes same as yours. My bond with the Elf King granted my people safety through his borders and also in Lothlorien. He has made difficult choices, most not meeting favor with any, even a few among his own kin, but he helped save my kin. He is as good as kin to me and I to him, if that deems me as something close to a pet for him in your eyes then it is a label I will gladly bear for all my days.”

Looking forward again his lips parted as he wet his lips to say, “I did not know, about your people. But I assure you, that is not what I think of you at all. To have bartered for so much, for your kin, I can’t imagine. How old were you?”

“I was barely 30 when we lost our homes. We had to hack our way through orc forces to reach our new home.”

“Where did you settle?” With another breath he inched closer to your side keeping his eyes on your face.

“You won’t like my answer.”

“Unless it’s Erebor I highly doubt that.”

Meeting his gaze you responded, “Moria.” All eyes landed on you with lips parted, freezing for a step before rushing ahead again.

With a fervent plea he repeated, “Moria?! You said Moria?!” Nodding you replied, “Yes. After Azanulbizar My Father led our kin there. We found a hidden door and caught them by surprise.”

Dwalin, “What of Durin’s Bane?!”

Turning your head to face him you replied, “After we cleared out the Orcs I found a hidden study with journals on explosives. Mid way through I heard it, I woke our men, grabbed what I needed and I blew it’s head off.”

With a firm grip on your arm Thorin drew your attention again asking, “You killed Durin’s Bane?!” In a more pleased tone than a shocked one, content that Dwarves once again laid claim over Moria. “I take it that’s how your Father came by your armor.”

You nodded, “Took a fair bit of dusting and scrubbing, but it shines again, giant pillars of grey speckled marble.”

Chuckling softly Thorin claimed your side proudly, at least having some idea of how your relation to the Elf Lords had been so favorable to them as Bofur said, “No wonder Gandalf picked you.”

He nodded and Fili said, “Now it’s just to find the hidden door.”

Hours you crossed the distance and climbed, roaming around the base of the Mountain until at last the stairs came into view. Nearly an hours climb left you eased your bags down on the ledge and sat beside Bilbo to catch your breath, glancing over you sighed leaning back as Bilbo whispered, “At least they know one part of it.”

Smirking at him you nodded and turned your head again as axes were drawn, clearing your throat Thorin caught your gaze feeling it on him. With a step closer he asked, “Anything strong enough to break through the wall?”

Smirking up at him you replied, “Bit impatient aren’t you? We’ve got all night.”

Raising his brow the group turned to you both as the red stream of light vanished completely leaving you in a dim shadow from the ridge around you as he asked in a disbelieving broken tone, “How can we have all night when the light as left us?”

“The door we used to get in Moria was formed in Ithildin. One, I learned of how to find and open it in Lord Celeborn’s personal study. A trend with Ancient Dwarven doors it seems, each Kingdom has at least one, always marked with maps coated in moon Runes.”

Bilbo chuckled at your side, “So it’s not the last sunset, but the last Moon of Autumn.”

“Unless you’d rather me warn Smaug with the massive explosion it would take to get in. I could do it but you won’t like the results of having to rebuild it again.”

Turning his head Thorin eyed the white light growing across the horizon as you readied your bag again. Strapping your shield to your back and your explosives kit around your waist as a silent huddle formed around the now open door behind Thorin who turned watching you easing your bow and quiver back over your shoulder.

Patting Bilbo’s shoulder you smiled down at him as his fingers fidgeted, brushing down the coat he was wearing then led him closer to the door. Walking closer the group parted and Balin joined Bilbo’s side through the first set of stairs and a back hallway as Thorin wordlessly gripped your wrist, momentarily held then released after locking your eyes revealing his pained gaze.

Once again at Bilbo’s side you heard him muttering in Elvish, “Large white stone…very helpful.”

Chuckling softly you smirked at him leading him through the path as you softly added on, “It looks like a massive glowing opal from what I remember.”

Bilbo motioned his hands before him saying, “Thank you, once again you’re the most helpful. So what is the plan?”

“Just look out on what you can see, try not to touch the gold until I get back. It shifts. I’ll come back when I’ve got it all set up, shouldn’t take long, fifteen minutes possibly.”

“Can’t I come with you?”

Smiling at him again you nodded, “Alright. Even better plan.”

Smiling himself he eyed the massive halls you led him through, pausing only briefly to peer into the vast treasury then stepping past and guiding him through the maze of halls down to the forges and into the main halls leading to the gate. Aiding how he could Bilbo watched you setting your various and rather flimsy looking traps he wondered how the small diversions could do any damage at all to the massive beast.

Inching closer to the doorway distant echoes of Bilbo’s voice was heard mingled with the deep rumble of Smaug’s. With a small pop a roar sounded and several tremors and burst of flame shot through the door they pulled away from. With a single shared glance the Dwarves trailed Thorin’s racing path into the Mountain. With wide eyes Thorin froze in the main hall spotting Smaug coiling after a small smoke bomb hit him in the face to look at Bilbo who jerked him aside as he blew a row of flames setting off the next three of your traps leading him through another of the winding halls.

Bilbo, “No, back stairs. She’s leading him towards the gate.”

Nodding Thorin led the charge only to be grabbed once again by Bilbo tightly drawing his eyes to the Hobbit in shock to hear, “No, Thorin, y/n said this way.” Pointing to another set of stairs making Thorin wonder at where they led having never taken them, only seeing servants use them before. Nodding and following after in a quicker pace through the next roar the Dwarves all stopped on an overlook watching from over Smaug’s back as he reared up after your shout of “Giant Slug!”, drawing in another breath. Aiming himself at your shield you were propping up while he blinked through another wave of powder coating his eyes earning another pained roar. Within seconds your spot was wreathed in flames, earning large gasps from the Dwarves, a sudden soft “No!” From Thorin turned Smaug’s head with a rumbling snicker as he purred out, “Oakenshield. How sweet and pitiful. Your precious little Dam is dead!”

Echoing through the halls his laughter ceased as a flaming arrow found its mark on a bare stretch of skin gaining a pained wail in return as a splash of flammable liquid coated his body bubbling and burning through the Beast’s left wing leaving him flightless as the wound on his chest bled openly. Turning his head in another roar Smaug’s eyes landed on you through your next whistle eyeing the arrow you were notching to say, “You cannot kill me! I am Fire! I AM DEATH!”

Inhaling yet again the Dwarves watched your arrow draw back and let loose with a sharp whistle soaring between his open jaws as Kili muttered, “It’s smoking, but she didn’t light it.”

Fili eyed your sharp dart away urging the others to do the same under Bilbo’s firm shove back behind the walls, soon coated with flames as a loud muffled explosion was followed by a massive row of tremors. Peeking around the corner all 14 heads eyed the giant crumbling body shifting to stone as the flames from inside died while a giant wave of an overpowering peach scent filled the halls from the smoking corpse. Cautiously moving into the clearing again they all scanned over the scorched hall waving their hands to break the peach cloud away from them as you shifted closer back into view with a mask coating your nose and mouth shouldering your bow again and looking up with a weak chuckle at their claps and cheers before their coughs started.

Drawing in a breath you shouted, ‘You may want to leave a window cracked!” Mumbling, “For a few weeks...”

Chuckling deeply Thorin bent over laughing as Nori shouted, “What, pray tell is the reasoning for the scent?!”

Mingled with a giggle you called back, “Haven’t the foggiest! Just does that!” Giggling again you turned to retrieve your shield as they raced for you, crashing into you in a tight hug and holding you there until the search for the stone began.

Trailing after the Dwarves you eyed the thrush flying in through the open doorway you’d entered and passed on the message for the Elves waiting where you’d left them, for word. Eyeing the Dwarves’ backs you stopped, hearing a rough echoing whisper flood into Thorin’s voice as he entered the treasury. Glancing to your right your eyes landed on Bilbo eyeing his hand fixed in his coat pocket catching sight of the glowing stone. Sharing a silent glance your eyes left his turning to Thorin as he turned to face you both saying, “You two as well.”

Looking into his eyes you replied, “I was going to bring our belongings down.” His brow raised over his clouding eyes, “So we can seal the door again, just to be safe.”

Smirking Thorin nodded replying, “Take Master Baggins with you. Hurry back.”

Nodding in return you led Bilbo back to the door, waiting until you were out of ear shot until he asked, “He’s falling under the sickness isn’t he?”

You nodded stepping onto the ledge, collecting as many bags as you could carry, “Yes. He is.”

Bilbo wet his lips asking, “What do I do with it then? I can’t give it to him.”

Dropping to a whisper you replied, “Keep it hidden.”

Filling his arms as well he followed you back to leave everything near the treasury and went up again for the rest. Sneaking the stone out Bilbo tucked it in your explosives bag knowing the men wouldn’t dare to dig in there for fear of setting something off by accident and joined your side in the trek down.

Nearly till nightfall you searched hopelessly until you managed to convince Thorin to take rest, allowing the others to as well after feasting on the meal you prepared. Though again by morning Thorin was once again barking orders, slinking through the gold filled halls shadowing each of the men eyeing them carefully between gentle nudges separating you from the others and ushering Bilbo closer to him making sure to watch him the closest. Going so far as to nearly rushing him into a wall over him peering at his treasured acorn before slinking back to your side as he ordered you to sleep.

Cleaning after your following breakfast a solid horn split through the air drawing a tensing from all of the Dwarves and your eyes to close through an exhale. Rising up you nodded at Thorin’s order to remain at the base of his throne on the bed he’d formed for you and Bilbo, though when he left your sight you led Bilbo to claim your bags and follow them to the main gates as they rushed to fill the outer overlook. Passing near Smaug you heard their loud shouts and muttered curses as you neared the small door your head turned at Thorin’s shout forcing back your looming, “Y/N, BILBO!”

Pausing, your eyes stayed on the Dwarf King who stopped before you with a fiery gaze while the others grouped behind him with shocked gazes as Fili asked, “You’re leaving?”

“I promised I would stay until my Father arrived.”

Shoving the gate closed again Thorin pointed at the thick door behind you saying, “That was a Blacklock horn!”

“I am aware.”

Exhaling Thorin replied, “Do not assume your alliance with Thranduil will save you from their hatred of us!”

“Thorin, either you release me or they break the gate down to retrieve me.”

Furrowing his brows Thorin asked, “What do they have over you to earn your loyalty? Or to claim any piece of your life!”

Dwalin, “Have they taken your kin ransom?”

Thorin leaned closer to you, “We will free them. You are safe here do not leave. We will protect you.”

Glancing up you all looked at Ori who poked his head back into view from his lookout at the approaching forces spreading nearly a mile without any sight of an end to say, “There’s thousands of them! Elves are with them too!”

Growling now Thorin turned back to see you already through the gate, widening his eyes as he rushed after you gripping your wrist saying, “Y/N, this is foolish!”

“Thorin!” Your arm tore free from his grip causing him to nearly stagger at the sharp jerk, “What proof do you have they are here to harm you?”

Nearly growling again he stepped closer saying, “They betrayed us! They are our enemies!” Stepping closer to him you drew in a breath as he stepped back at your sparking eyes fixed on his in a stern glare, “THEY ARE MY PEOPLE!”

Dwalin, “No, you can’t be.”

Thorin eyed them then you again growling lowly, “Be careful what statements you make on their behalf, you are nothing of theirs, now get inside!”

Stepping back from his reach again you replied, “You may be a King Thorin but you have no sway over me. You get inside, or keep your word and speak with my Father.”

Thorin eyed the army then you saying, “I will speak to no one when that King is on my lands!”

“That King is my Father!” As his expression dropped he stepped back away from you eyeing you with pure disdain while you held your stern gaze, “Will you hold your word or am I free to go?”

Thorin’s lip curled with tears filling his eyes revealing his inner struggle against biting back what he was saying as he turned saying, “You imagine I would ever sit with that, King, for anything at all. You truly know nothing of me. You and your Hobbit leave, never enter my sight again or you will fall!”

Bilbo frowned as Thorin turned causing him to shout at the retreating group, “You all stop right there! For months y/n has kept us safe! Led us through one safe shelter after another, all through your curses and insults and what, you just banish her, lumping her with the supposed betrayers you assume her people are! And not once did she ever strike back, always spoke of you and your kin with fondness!”

Thorin turned to shout, “And what right do you have to speak, Hobbit!”

Bilbo, “She saved your lives! Countless times! All those promises you offered to her! Do those mean nothing?!”

Thorin glared at you growling again with tear stained cheeks, “Those promises were offered to a woman I thought I could trust. Be gone from my sight!”

Nodding your head you smirked at him saying, “One thing first.” Giving you another glance Thorin growled as he paused while you said, “Remember this, you have my word, your kin will be granted safe passage back to Erebor, including your Father. When you are ready to speak send word. We will sit with you. You were near to kin with us once, when you are free from this sickness we will be again should you wish it.” His eyes narrowed watching as you turned leading Bilbo away as the others behind Thorin timidly returned inside watching the giant Rhino racing towards you both while their King watched, frozen in place.

Drawing nearer the Rhino bellowed happily and skidded to a stop with a playful look on its face as you giggled drawing Bilbo closer, “Bilbo, this is Daffodil.” Reaching out your hand stroked her head before she turned offering her back to you, already saddled and waiting as you hopped on and helped Bilbo up after. Stealing a glance back you caught Thorin still standing, locked in place while you turned and daffodil raced back to the waiting forces that stepped forward raising their axes cheering for their returning Princess. All as Thorin mumbled to himself through his choked sobs, “Thieves, traitors. Never will I sit with them. Forever I shall curse them!”

Slowing down you walked through the parting lines nodding in return to the respectful bows and greetings, stopping at the tent set up not far behind and dismounted. With a smile you dropped your bags inside and turned to the massive Dwarf chuckling deeply and drawing you into a tight hug raising you from the ground. Lowering you again his forehead pressed to yours as he stated, “My dearest Uslukhuê kurdu.” (Dragon of My Heart)

Smiling up at him his thumbs wiped your cheeks as you replied, “I am sorry for leaving without permission.”

Chuckling again your Father nodded, releasing a sigh, “I would have done the same, had they let me.” Brushing your cheeks again he continued, “But no worries about that now. Has he sent word to Dain yet?”

You nodded, “When Smaug first fell. Should be along soon.”

Your eyes shifted to Thranduil who passed you a goblet of juice, “You look thirsty.”

Smiling up at him you accepted it and watched as he offered another to Bilbo who did the same as Dabondor asked, “He’s fallen to it then?”

Lowering the glass you nodded, claiming the seats they offered for you both while you replied, “Yes. Since Mirkwood.”

Thranduil, “Did you at least get a punch in return?”

Giggling you shook your head, “No. He’s not that far gone.”

Patting your leg your Father smiled at you waving his hand at the Dwarves along the wall beside King Thranduil’s servants, “I brought your armor. You should eat up and put it on. For when Dain arrives.”

“He won’t march against us.”

Bilbo stood and moved to your bag nearly making the Dwarves flinch when they spotted which one he had opened before nearly gasping at what he’d drawn out. Straightening up Bilbo smiled awkwardly offering the stone to you saying, “He follows the King with the stone. Thorin doesn’t have the stone. I doubt any Dwarf is foolish enough to go against your vast army and the Elves too for 13 Dwarves led by a clouded King.” Quickly adding, “No offence.”

Dabondor chuckled deeply and drew the food cart closer to you both saying, “No. Dain may be stubborn, but he wouldn’t dream of it. Especially since Y/n here, is going to do the negotiating. She’s already managed to gain an apology from Thorin to Thranduil from what I hear.”

Bilbo asked, “Just wondering, but you’re the King..”

Dabondor chuckled again, “Yes, but my dearest daughter here has had a knack at soothing the harshest of relationships since she was a bairn. Besides, Dain’s always been terrified of her.”

Giggling you set down your glass, “It was not my fault he opened the wrong cupboard and got a face full of paint powder.” Smiling wider Bilbo settled back as you delved into the full story revealing your life long knack for explosions of some sort. Before rising to pull on your armor as Thranduil brought forward a set of armor for Bilbo as well.

…

Barely an hour later your lines had formed around the Mountain after word from Gandalf arrived of the impending orc forces. Rising over the peak lines of Dwarves came into view led by a fiery haired Dwarf King who paused once he’d eyed your forces surrounding his kin. Riding forward on Daffodil you smiled as she rested beside a large boulder snorting happily at you while you dismounted and walked the few steps closer to Dain who did the same, both leaving your steeds and your axes before meeting while removing your helmets. Swallowing dryly his bright blue eyes met yours, recognizing you at once even after the 60 years you had spent apart, bowing his head and trying to ignore the shouts from his Cousin Thorin from the overlook on Erebor. “Princess Y/n. You’ve grown.”

Smirking wider you nodded, “As have you, well into your Father’s image. I was sorry to hear of his loss, we mourned for him.”

Nodding his head he exhaled, “Aye. Amad surely bore it the hardest. But he lasted long.”

“Well into his fifth century, quite a reign.”

Glancing at his shouting Cousin again his bottom lip tucked into his mouth to be wet before exiting again, “I have to ask. Is there any particular reason your forces are surrounding Erebor?”

“Gandalf sent word Orcs are headed for Erebor, My people are here to defend it.”

Blinking a few times Dain cleared his throat, “Why?”

“For this, I’d ask you to remember when we were children. Or at least when I was a child and you were a teen. We were friends, nearly family. Not as a Princess I’m asking you to join your forces with ours.” His brow rose, “Numbers aside, alliances aside. You can hate me tomorrow, but today, Erebor is reclaimed and in need of defending.” His eyes locked on yours watching your tears fill them as you continued, “When Azanulbizar, My Amad and two older Brothers had just fallen. We wanted, so much, to aid our kin. Our lands were surrounded and shrouded in shadows. My Adad, he couldn’t risk that pain for our kin knowing what we were marching into, not for a mad King. We never dreamed you would still march. And hearing your losses, since the birth of our Father’s Durins have always been our Kin, our lines have bled together for ages. But in one choice, we all lost everything. Our Kingdoms stand, do not continue this fruitless feud.”

Dain, “I and my men hold our oaths and will stand with our King who bears the Arkenstone.”

Reaching into your pocket his eyes dropped and widened as you drew out the shimmering stone, “The last time a King broke Dragon Sickness it took a Dragon tearing him from his home to do it. Hopefully, this time, the clashing of shields will do it. When Thorin’s seeing clearly I will return this to him.”

Smirking slightly Dain eyed the Mountain asking, “None of them recognized you at all? He mentioned a Dam he aimed to court, who slain Smaug and Durin’s Bane.” Lowering his eyes to your detailed chest plate bearing the two names of your best kills on your shoulders, with a phoenix across the center marking your crest then met your eyes again, “It seems we’ve a great deal to learn about each other’s time since we were bairns, and my Cousin’s a great deal to make up for.”

Smiling at him you accepted his forearm in a tight confirming shake on your terms, “I am glad to see you again old friend.”

With a deep chuckle he bowed his head to you, “And I, you Princess. We will join you. Let’s have a word with this Wizard.”

Smiling you both turned to collect your weapons and helmets as you pocketed the stone again and led him and your steeds to join the other leaders in the tent casually wiping your cheeks and glancing across the field at the Mountain hearing Thorin’s curses. Sitting for a brief meeting your forces mingled and formed their lines as a wave of hawks arrived with news of formations approaching from Gundabad.

Standing up your hands rose to ease the stray hairs from your face as you slid your helmet back on again before adding your face mask resembling a dragon an you exited the tent and joined the lines of women in the slimmer shimmering layered scale coated armor matching yours. Bearing only the phoenix with Pheonix faces to form the masks coating their faces with similar small packs of ready explosive smoke bombs to aid in diverting the orcs and trolls as your men in broader and darker armor coated in spikes followed after your Father.

Looking you over all of the Dwarves from the Iron Hills bowed their heads to the Dams following after you, pleased that they get to witness the rare sight of the unrivaled female warriors among your clan, surpassing even them in battle as word spread it. All around the Elven forces from Mirkwood and Lothlorien filed in between you with your Rhinos trailing after you.

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Facing out into the open lands your eyes shifted to the ground breaking open turning your head you nodded at Bilbo who was still at Gandalf’s side, understanding fully he would be able to leave at any time before your eyes shifted up to see Thorin still pacing on his overlook. Breathing in and out slowly you gripped the swords you drew from your boots from your place right behind the first line of Dwarves ahead of you.

Blinking through the moments you tensed and readied before joining the charge towards the thick lines. Hitting hard and heavy the men around you from the mingled clans crashed through the lines as you and your women led a diagonal charge through the orcs forming diamond formations. Splitting the lines easily driving the frightened orcs into the lines of the beaming Dwarves behind you adoringly watching the hundreds of Dams in sync with your fluid movements revealing your power and speed all at once.

Trailing your steps the men circled as your swords were sheathed and the Dams reinforced their shield hold as you knelt on the back of your Father as you fired off five lit arrows taking out the approaching trolls bearing catapults on their backs, taking them and the orcs around them out in the large explosions.

For hours you and the Dwarves hacked away racing first through the Dale and then back again into the plains bearing a smirk as the Iron Hills Dwarves rallied around the small spear formation exiting the mountain, leading the charge straight for you and your Dams.

Finally reaching your side the Company watched as you leapt and jammed your sword into the head of the troll nearest you before turning and hurling your axe into the head of another attempting to kill Thranduil yards away. Jumping down you drew your swords again hacking through the lines. Breaking apart your Dams split into formations racing through the forces to claim the last of the trolls.

Turning your head you jolted to your left slamming hard into Thorin’s back sending him rolling away, turning over again his eyes landed on you, watching your hands fixed on the bar of your axe on either side of the large Warg’s mouth with your teeth barred in your struggling lock with the growling and scratching Warg as you shouted, “Where the hell is your armor!”

Rising slowly his eyes trailed shamelessly over your small flexing figure through your firm step forward causing the two snapping Wargs nearly double your size approaching to pause at your next step. Inhaling again you rolled to your left drawing out your axe, rising to your feet and swinging it to slam heavily into its head before rolling over its body to crash it into the side of the next ones head and turn to see Daffodil slamming into the last one, knocking it down then rolling over it, crushing it and rushing to your side.

Leaping on her back you raced off back to join your kin slicing through the orcs in your way as the smirking Company chased after you back towards Dale. Halfway through the city you leapt from your rhino’s back drawing your bow to kill the tall Troll ahead of you then shouldering it and drawing your swords again.

Tackling the next troll you rolled away as your Father’s axe crashed through his head and remained low to aid you in getting back up again with a smirk fixed on his face as he drew you to his back to split the lines of orcs around you.

Crashing heavily into an orc beside you Thorin came into view with a smirk on his face chuckling weakly as he drew orcrist from the orc’s skull and joined your side glancing up at your Father to say mid pant, “King Dabondor, I was hoping we might speak later.”

Bearing a smirk of his own your Father hacked through the next Orcs charging at him asking, “About what exactly?”

Shaking your head you turned your eyes back to the Princes drawing your rush over to aid them in decapitating the Warg they were trying to take out. With cheerful greetings they smiled at you and joined your sides as Thorin called back to your Father, “Courting your Daughter.”

Leaving your axe in the next Orc you killed’s head you looked back at them shouting, “Really?! Now is not the time!”

Firing a wink at you Thorin smirked wider as your Father chuckled saying, “And just why might I agree to that?” Rolling your eyes you turned collecting your axe and racing off again with the Princes staying at your sides filling you in to how their Uncle had snapped out of it and what he’d said and promised about you and his plans for the future.

Turning your head you caught the eye of Legolas approaching on your right with Tauriel behind him on his horse as you paused in the now clear section of the field surrounded by the Elf and Dwarf Lords listening at the news of the second wave of the Orcs arriving.

Mumbling curses to yourself your eyes shifted to Thorin already on the back of the battle ram as his kin filled a ram drawn battle cart feeling your Father’s hand pat on your back saying, “Keep them alive Love.” Nodding your head you moved to get on the cart only to be lifted onto the ram behind Thorin who nodded his head to your Father who’d done it. Gripping his side tightly as the ram jolted forward the Company all exhaled and readied for the oncoming rush of orcs ahead.

Swallowing dryly trying your best to ignore your burning throat as you drew your bow and arrow and killed the trolls in your way before drawing your swords again to aid Thorin in slicing through the crowds. Sheathing one of your swords to clutch his belt drawing his smirk again as you eyed the line of oncoming Wargs mumbling as you looped your legs over Thorin’s to hold yourself in place removing your hand from his belt to draw and light another set of arrows again mumbling, “We’re going to die, We’re going to die…” squeaking slightly at the next hop, your hand fixed on his belt again before continuing in another mumble, “Nope, I’m going to die, you’re going to be fine.” Drawing your bow and releasing it, hitting one of the Wargs and causing a small explosion wiping out the other Wargs in the small avalanche it caused.

Shouldering it again you drew your sword feeling Thorin’s hands grip your legs pulling you closer to him as he shouted, “You are not going to die!”

Locking his eyes with yours he barely turned back in time as your eyes shot wider and your hand released the sparking powder bomb you instinctually drew from your bag. Landing between the eyes of the tall orc that exploded and sparked across his face drawing a cream from him silenced by Thorin’s sword in its neck. “Eyes forward Thorin!”

Scoffing at your order his hands gripped your legs pulling you tighter again through the next set of tall ridges the ram leapt over. Skidding to a stop reaching the top of the ledge you both climbed off glancing back spotting Fili, Kili and Dwalin on rams behind you as Balin led the others on foot up to join you after taking out the last of the Wargs after them with the other forces not far behind. Drawing another set of arrows you eyed the ruins through the mist stating, “No one do anything stupid!”

Chuckling around you all your swords and axes were drawn at the orcs racing towards you in the mist. Rushing through the lines your eyes scanned keeping each of the men in your sights until a white flash passed the corner of your vision. Turning out of the line of attack you drew another arrow, lit it and fired it straight at the tallest tower at the end of the crumbling courtyard. In a large explosion that dominoed taking out the three towers around it you saw Bolg and Azog land heavily then promptly be squashed by the heavy debris before joining the others in the fight again.

Finally panting in the cleared courtyard, your eyes shifted upwards at the swarm of giant bats approaching drawing your hands to fumble in your bag as you drew another bomb like the one you uses on Smaug, lighting the fuse inside the shaft of the arrow you drew it as the Company formed around you, quietly listening to your soft counting before releasing it.

“Move, move, move!” With a shove you urged them behind a sturdy looking staircase just in time to crouch down and draw in a breath before the massive explosion followed by a flurry of pained screeches and a wave of peach scented debris crashed to the ground below.

Peering over the stairs you watched the last of the sizzling mixture as Thorin asked, “Who taught you that mixture?”

Patting him on the shoulder you smirked saying, “I made it. How’d you think I lost my hair? Smelled like peaches for months.”

Shaking their heads through a chuckle they formed around you, ready to face the oncoming orcs as the rest of the allied forces started joining you, aiding in the clear sweep through the still frightened and slightly paralyzed orcs and trolls trapped in your smoke cloud.

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Groaning heavily, the Company watched with pained expressions at your body falling heavily onto your back. Easing your legs up onto the stairs you were laying at the base of you stretched your arms up over your head giving a loud pop from your aching back finally releasing after you’d removed all your armor.

Grouped around you the Company all bowed their heads to your Father and the Elves that joined you for dinner and the relaxing positions you had all found yourself in after through the celebration inside the now packed city of Erebor. Stealing another glance at you Thorin sighed before meeting your Father’s eyes again to continue their long discussion about what your kin would be able to do to draw closer again and ease the distance between you.

With your eyes dropping slowly you grumbled softly as Bilbo relaxed against your stomach, using it as a pillow only to have your eyes open as a Dwarven voice called out, “Your Majesty, the Men from Esgaroth are requesting council with you.”

Turning your head your hand swatted Thorin’s leg to say, “You fought the shortest, you’re talking to them.” Chuckling around you Thorin smirked and nodded, standing with Dwalin’s aid and led the rest of the Company to the front gates with a group of Elven guards after him to spread what was happening to the rest of you.

Pt 4

#Thorin x Reader #Hobbit #lotr

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