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Alone Pt 11

The sun began to set stirring another wave of nerves that lapsed as the King’s firm arm curled around your waist pulling you into his empty Throne Room closing the door behind you, lifting you in his arms for a passionate kiss. Breaking to rest his forehead against yours releasing a velvet whisper, “Please My Love, don’t be concerned, they’ll love you. No one would risk your safety, you have full control over the food for all of Dale. They may be upset but they will understand.” His lips landed on your nose sweetly continuing, “I’ll be with you, alright?”

Sighing softly nodded and leaned in to kiss him again, “Alright.”

Lowering you after another kiss his arm curled around your back with a loving smile as he eyed the braid he’d worked into your hair admiring the small pink and white flowers woven and blooming brightly in your star speckled raven curls. Turning forward again giving Legolas a smile as well as he joined his father’s side accepting his father’s long arm around his shoulders on your walk to the stables.

Mounting their horses the King’s normal group of guards watched as the King raised you onto the saddle and climbed on behind you curling his arms around your middle and led the ride over to Dale. Growing closer you spotted the increased numbers of freshly arrived Dwarves along the outer gates whispering about you with those that had already met you. With a creak, the front gates opened allowing you through and into the crowded streets for the trek to the large guest house beside Bard’s in the inner ring of the Kingdom. Looking up you noticed the shift of curtains from the upper floors as Thranduil lowered himself before helping you down safely to the ground, making sure to whisper sweetly, “I’ll be right next to you the entire time.”

Nodding again you gave him a soft smile and slid your hand under his arm, making his smile grow. Leading you towards the large house and through the now open front door smiling at two Dwarves who had opened it before Dain came into view with a large smile eyeing your hairstyle and said, “And here I thought you weren’t fond of crowns.” Your playful glare brought a chuckle from him as he turned to lead you through to the main sitting room where three Dwarves stood taking in your full appearance, from your yellow sundress over your long socks and tall grey boots to your unique hairstyle as you wove your hands together behind your back.

The elder of the two women straightened up with a stern but kind expression with her silver eyes shining brightly with the light from the fireplace and lantern reflecting in them and bowed her head to you as Dain introduced her, “King Jaqiearae this is my Aunt Princes Diaa, Mother of Prince Thorin, Frerin.” The man to her left, nearly the twin to Thorin bowed his head to you with a mischievous smirk as he glanced between you and Dain, “And Princes Dis, Mother to Prince Thorin’s heirs, Fili and Kili.” Dain’s eyes watched as your brief head nod was cut short as you noticed Princess Diaa smoothing her hands over the lower portion of her outer vest covering her thick corseted dress, “And of course you remember King Thranduil and his Son Prince Legolas.” To whom they bowed their heads shallowly but only without the fidgeting.

Smiling you turned to Gimli who entered bowing his head lowly to you with a growing smile, “Queen Jaqi.”

The Royals watched as your eyes softened through your growing smile as you said fondly, “Gimli.”

Gimli glanced at Dain and said, “Had some trouble with the gates to the treasury. Seems the giant lizard left quite a stash behind. Roand is down there helping Bard count it out.”

They glanced at you curiously making you grip your fingers tighter behind your back and nodded, “Yes, Bard mentioned that the first time we spoke.”

Diaa, “And you won’t be demanding it?”

Your eyes locked with hers, “I have no use for gold, and besides, they found it, it’s theirs.” You glanced at Dain, “Isn’t that the normal set rule, finders keepers?”

He smirked and promptly hid it as Diaa’s brow twitched up and drew your attention again as she said, “Dale is Dwarven land, King Thror ruled over it, granting tenancy to Lord Girion! That gold is Dwarvish and belongs with our Kin!”

Her scowl grew at your growing grin, “Technically, Dale is mostly inhabited by Dwarves, especially since your arrival. That gold, which you’re so upset about has been so far used to pay said Dwarves for their services in assisting the rebuild on Dale. Within time the coffers will be bare and the gold will be in fact, in Dwarvish custody again. Unless they trade for goods with the Men that is.”

She turned her head to look at Dain for confirmation only to receive an affirmative nod, “It is true, we’ve come to quite a favorable deal for both sides in Dale.”

Dis glanced at her mother then to you and quickly asked in a polite yet eager tone, “I hear you’ve also repaired the greenhouses?”

You nodded, “One of the first things I did. My first trade with Thranduil involved supplies for the greenhouse.”

Diaa, “The supplies should have still been there. Not likely anyone would take those when we fled.”

Your smile returned, “Those supplies I had yes, but what I needed was insects and a few rarer supplies for the testier of the crops.”

Diaa, “Insects. You’re a King and your first trade was for insects?”

You nodded, “Yes. Butterflies to be exact.”

Her hand rested on her hip as she shifted her weight to her right leg, “And just how much did these insects and supplies set back the hoard?”

“I didn’t trade for gold. Thranduil offered them in thanks for killing Smaug.”

Diaa’s eyes went to the Elf King who smiled at her kindly, “None of your Kin’s gold has traded hands and remains safe inside the treasury still. My people are still in a great deal of debt to King Jaqiearae for her ridding us of the Fire Drake and the healing of our forest. She has been nothing but generous with her food supplies produced in the greenhouse and even shared her baking and cooking skills for the meetings between our kin.”

Dain nodded, “She does make a mean brisket. And you’ve got to try her muffins.”

Diaa, “Must charge a hefty sum for those food supplies, I’ve seen those potatoes you’ve grown.”

“I haven’t charged anyone, for anything. I told you before I have no use for gold.”

Frerin, “So what exactly have you gotten out of all these deals?”

“I’ve made invaluable friendships and had a part in returning two races back to their Kingdoms, even though I still cannot turn it over quite yet.” Your head turned to Dain with a larger smile. “Oh,” Your shoulder bumped into Thranduil’s side making his smile break through for a few moments until he drew it back again, “Thranduil received a letter earlier. The Company arrived in Rivendell last night and should be along in a week, possibly two depending on how many fountains they insist on bathing in.” Giggling as Thranduil drew in a breath to contain his chuckle at the six pages of complaints from Lord Elrond as Legolas chortled then masked it by clearing his throat.

Dain clapped his hands together and turned to Diaa with a large smile, “See now Aunt, told you it wouldn’t take long. We’ve been here for months but you’ve got the easy wait.”

Her eyes met yours again as she finally realized you hadn’t been invited to join them in the sitting room yet or offered any refreshments, sending a surge of panic in her at her grave insult towards you. Promptly turning, she motioned her hand to the chairs across from them, “Please forgive my rudeness, come and join us for some tea while we discuss the contract for turning over the Throne to Thorin.”

Glancing between Dain and Thranduil your voice all but vanished in shock at her statement. The Elf King’s hand snuck onto your back to give you a gentle nudge forward and followed you to the couch across from theirs with two large seats on either side for Dain, Gimli, Legolas and Tauriel. You and Thranduil sat and both crossed your legs in your normal fashion. Resting your leg against his with your hands laid across your lap as you asked, “I’m sorry, but did you say a, contract, to turn the Throne over?”

She nodded, “Of course. How else are we to come to terms on the trade.”

Unable to stop your chuckle her brows pressed together as you said, “I won’t be, trading it, for anything.” She shifted in your seat making you raise your hand slightly off your lap, “Don’t misunderstand me, the Throne and Kingdom is all Thorin’s. My contract already is to slay the Dragon and turn it over to no one but Thorin. The terms are clear, not trade. I have nothing to barter and nothing I wish to barter for.” Their expressions dropped as you continued, “This is your home, and I know you have no reason to trust me, your son had no reason to trust me, and yes, we fought and that is why I traveled ahead alone. But I gave him my word that I would return him safely home.

Now he has made his way to Rivendell on his own, in spite of his sheer stubbornness and I managed to secure a safe escort for the Company from Lord Elrond back to Greenwood and Erebor from there. Please trust me when I say I would never dream of making you barter for your home. My contract is clear and I wish I could hand it over to you but that is a conversation you will have to take up with whomever drafted it. I have managed it well and hopefully there will be little discomfort in returning to the minor repairs still necessary for your son to have to manage, all of which I’ve itemized and set aside to turn over to him with all his other future duties.”

Her lips parted and Dain’s eyes shifted to the servant pouring tea into an already overflowing cup. The spillage which you’d controlled to form into a growing sphere that fed into the other cups on the tray below, his brows pressed together with a soft, “hmph” raising his finger to gently tilt the nose of the teapot upwards drawing the servant’s attention back to her duties in passing out the rest of the tea. Her hand shakily passed you yours with a kind teary smile as you softly thanked her and claimed a sip scanning your eyes over the still stunned Durins until you asked, “I have to ask, what is the Journey like to the Iron Hills, I’ve heard it gets quite treacherous near wintertime.”

Shifting your eyes to Dain you smiled feeling Thranduil’s elbow gently rested against your side again as he accepted his tea with a soft proud smile at how you’d handled the trio. While Dain went into full detail about the trails and ended with an invitation to visit sometime that you graciously accepted just as another servant entered the room announcing dinner was ready.

Standing you followed Dain inside the spacious dining room with a table nearly the length of it and claimed the chair at the far end under Thranuil’s mental whisper at your confusion on which chair was yours. Glancing at him your eyes softened as he gave you a soft smile waiting for you to sit first before he took the chair at your right, making sure his foot was rested against yours. Legolas and Tauriel claimed the seats to his right nearly on opposite ends with of that side. Tauriel being near Gimli who was at Dain’s left with the trio on your left with several seats between and Dain nearly off on his own at the far end of the table. Eyeing the setup, your mind tapped Thranduil’s and you whispered, “Duil, this is ridiculous. I’d have to throw the salt if he needed it.”

Holding in his laughter he replied with a calm exterior with a humored tone, “The small anvils at each seat are for seasoning. I should warn you Dwarf cooking is not like yours.”

You sighed, “As long as it’s nothing like the veal recipe Gloin tried to make us on the Journey I’ll try anything.”

His eyes twitched over to yours for a moment, “What was wrong with the-.”

Dain stood with a smile as the servants walked in with steaming plates bringing a familiar stomach churning smell as he said, “I do hope you like veal Your Majesty, our grand mother’s recipe.”

Thranduil forced on a smile as you gave him a large plastered smile in return raising your water glass to say in a cheerful tone, “If it’s anything how Gloin makes it I’m sure I’ll clean the plate.”

Dain chuckled softly patting Diaa’s shoulder saying, “See, I told you, she’s part Hobbit, meat in every meal.”

Giving you a wink as you sipped on your drink mentally whispering to Thranduil, “We’re going to need more seasoning. It won’t make it perfect, but it will help.” Sliding your hand into your bag and slowly digging out a small box you folded in the fabric of your skirt over your lap and gently flicked your napkin out of its Dwarven fold as Dis did on your left and gently covered it as your plate was set down before you. Smiling larger you thanked the servant and snuck a pinch of the seasoning as they turned to fill your empty mugs with ale you spread it through the sauce around the veal and slipped the box onto Thranduil’s knee.

With his long arms he was able to easily claim it inconspicuously, to do the same before closing the latch and reaching back mocking a stretch to flick it over to Tauriel. Who’s arm reached back behind the servant adding her mead before he noticed and was able to claim a pinch and sneak it to the Prince who snuck it in his pocket as Prince Frerin across from him started a conversation with him over archery training for Elves. Sneaking a glance at your plate Tranduil mixed the seasoning through the sauce as you did and eased it over the veal and started to slice through the thick meat and held your smile through the meal feeling Thranduil’s leg pushing further against yours unable to interrupt your conversation with Dis over what your Journey from Bree was like.

Dis, “So you just, had breakfast together?”

You nodded, “They did arrive rather early and I thought at least one of them might be hungry.”

She glanced between you, “And you’ve been courting since?”

“Not exactly.”

Thranduil added, “We hadn’t actually discussed it until about a week ago now. But I’m certain my intentions were clear.” He glanced at you with a kind smile then turned to Dain as he let out a loud laugh.

Dain, “Oh anyone could tell he was ready to crumble if he hadn’t asked her soon, and that was months back. We were curious how he managed to breathe without shouting it at her. Though if I do say so she is quite an incredible woman and not a one of my men lost any moment wondering on why he would fall so hard for our King here.”

Your smile grew as you cut another sliced another bite off of the veal and slid it into your mouth feeling Thranduil’s fingers graze over your knee under the table as he took a sip of his drink stealing a loving gaze at you before his hand retrieved his silverware again. Bite by bite the slightly less tasteless meal was finished and a friendly conversation grew between your group through the next set of tea and smoking before your ride back to the mountain.

Sighing you accepted the hand down from the Elk and gave a soft grumble as your stomach shifted uncomfortably signaling the nausea that would soon follow as Thranduil led you across the bridge out of sight from Dale behind a large statue. His hand curled in yours after you slid the seasoning tin back in your bag after the Prince passed it back to you. Leaning against the large gate the King stood smiling at you, “Are you tired?”

“A bit. Though I have to brew some mint tea, you three should as well, it’ll help.”

Legolas swallowed dryly laying his hand over his stomach, “Am I supposed to be queasy?”

“Unfortunately yes. I am not certain how Dwarves can survive on such food. I feel so sorry for Bilbo.”

Thranduil’s hands gently slid over your sides bringing you closer to him softly asking, “Does this mean I have to test our new pillows alone?”

Your eyes met his, handling him your bag after you’d unbuckled it from around your waist, “I’ll meet you upstairs. I’ll brew the tea.”

His smile grew as he leaned down to kiss you before pulling back to say, “I’ll hurry.” Staggering and pressing his hand to his forehead. You locked eyes with his Elk kindly asking it not to rush on the way back, walking over to his side leading him back to the Elk’s side even as he said, “I’ll be alright, it’s not that far of a run.”

His smirk grew as you grabbed his chin and turned his head to face you, “No rushing.” You glanced at the rest of the Elves, “Same for all of you. It will only make you feel worse. Nice and slow.” He narrowed his eyes and you gave him another quick kiss, “I mean it.”

He sighed, “As you wish, My Love.”

Chuckling softly you watched him slump back onto his saddle holding in his groan while his head swam. Stroking his Elk’s face you gave it a gentle peck near his snout before you turned back to the mountain. While Thranduil settled your bag on his leg through the slow pace that rocked him from side to side through the forest path, drawing groans from the three Elves who swore they wouldn’t eat that meal ever again if they could help it. Easing down from their steeds they made the slow walk up to the Royal Wing where they caught a wafting scent of mint tea instantly bringing a calm wave over their nausea.

Entering the room they each claimed a cup from you with dim smiles before claiming their seats as you grabbed your bag from Thranduil and went to his room to change and finish drying your hair from your long swim from Erebor.

When their cups were empty they each went to their rooms, feeling better but still a bit sluggish.

Pausing at his door the King mentally reached out to link with your mind asking softly, “Are you decent?”

“Just untangling my hair.”

His smile returned as he walked in, spotting you in a tank top and your knee length pants with your hands raised gently easing the flowers from your hair. The distracted smile on your face drew him closer to assist you in removing the flowers and his braids he’d placed through your hair before combing through it between his drying your hair with the towel you had before re-braiding your hair into a long simple braid.

Turning you moved to sit on the foot of the bed as he entered his closet removing his long robe, boots and socks. Returning to the room his smile returned and his hand slid into your open palm for you to lead him back to his vanity to sit as you removed his flowers and braids before you could remove his braid as you said, “Thank you for tolerating the braids and flowers.”

Turning around his hands pulled you gently into his lap, sliding one gently across your cheek with a sincere smile, “You’re my One, My Darling Starlight, and I will proudly wear anything you place in my hair or any stitch of clothing you designed for me. Those pillowcases with the fish stitched into them, if you wanted fish stitched into everything we own, including our guard’s armor I will make it happen. I love you and trust me, there is nothing about you I would ever be tolerating. Everything you have touched or created is a blessing to me, because it came from my Queen.” Closing the distance between you his lips gently landed on yours before his eyes met yours as he asked, “Were you tolerating my braids all day?”

Your head shook making his smile grow as you slid your hands around the back of his neck, “Wearing a crown, is daunting. Being a King, or a Queen.” His hands slid over his back to gently stroke it, “But, it was from you, and it’s different having to do it on my own and if I’m at your side. If it means I’m yours there’s no tolerating involved.”

His smile grew before he kissed you again, “I’m glad. Now I can plan out all the jewels and crowns I’m going to have crafted for you.”

You rolled your eyes, “One crown.”

He shot you a playful glare, “Of course, one crown,” Kissing your lips, “For each month.”

Rolling your eyes again, “There’s no stopping this is there Duil?”

He smirked again, “Not a chance.” His eyes darted to the vanity mirror behind you after he’d stolen another kiss from you, softly asking, “Did you still wish to see my scars?”

“You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Giving you a soft smile he lifted you to your feet as he stood and led you over to the bed, “I’ll show you my back first.” He caught the twinge of concern and leaned forward giving you a gentle kiss and sweetly saying, “It’s just my back, a few small ones on my arms you’ve already seen, three small ones on my legs, but those are from my tree incident at Lothlorien, and lastly the ones across my face.”

“Your face? What happened to your face?”

His lips curled into a soft smile hoping to ease your nerves, “My first encounter with a Fire Drake I was too close to one of their attacks. A mild burn considering how close I was. Nowhere as bad as you’re imagining I’m certain. First, my back.” You nodded and he gripped the back of the neck of his shirt and pulled it off. Allowing you a chance to swallow as his view was blocked, still the second time the King was shirtless before you brought the same sudden heat to your cheeks. Smoothing his hand through his hair pulling it over his shoulder he sat beside you drawing in a deep breath with his eyes shut as small soft pink lines formed across the back of his right shoulder a spiral of jagged lines covering his entire shoulder blade that drew your fingers right to it making the King flinch.

Drawing them back you softly apologized, “Sorry, I didn’t-.”

His head turned to glance at you with a soft smile, “You can touch them, they’re just sensitive when I first drop the masking.” Gently curling his fingers around your wrist he raised our hand back to his scar with a comforting smile, “Go ahead.”

“Do they hurt any other time?”

“My shoulder gets sore through long battles when I use long swords. So I mainly keep to my twin blades. I can last days longer with them.” He shifted to his left and moved his arm to the side revealing a long white scar from his underarm to the end of his ribs, “This one was from before my first battle, working out the best armor for me. Took a hard hit in training, healed quickly. The first time I’d seen my own blood, quite terrifying, tore the stitches and made it worse.”

Shifting slightly after you’d slid your fingers along that one he rested his arm along your lap revealing the small cuts over his upper arms, “First time I fell from a tree, surprisingly most of my scars are from my own clumsiness. And lastly.”

Swallowing he brushed his hair behind his ear turning his head to the right revealing the patch of skin along his cheekbone and the corner of his left eye in a slight hook of patchy skin resembling ripples in water in a pale pink shade softening to white around the edges. “See, not that bad. You should have seen it, had to shave half my hair off for the healing creams for nearly a decade. An impressive look. I have a sketch of it somewhere from my Naneth.”

Chuckling softly at the image your fingers rose to slide along his jaw with a softening expression making his bright smile grow as you leaned in to gently kiss the scar across his face, “You don’t have to hide them around me if you don’t wish to.”

Chuckling softly his eyes met yours again after he stole a kiss from you, “The one on my face heals faster when it’s masked, the others, if you wish, I won’t hide from you. Should you change your mind I won’t mind masking them again.”

Curling your arms around the back of his neck to gently kiss his cheek again, “If it helps. If you’re comfortable showing them you can.”

His hand slid across your cheek as the scar on his cheek vanished again through his gentle peck on the tip of your nose, “I won’t hide my scars from you, and you don’t have to hide yours from me either.”

Nodding you slid back sliding your hair over your shoulder grabbing the bottom of your shirt and gently raised it to your shoulders revealing the two circles from arrows in each shoulder blade above white lash marks over the lower portion of your ribs that only appeared as the light from the fireplace danced across them. Lost for breath his trembling hand stretched across the scars on the right to trace his thumb gently across the deepest of the marks as a tear ran down his cheek. “The first time I met Lord Elrond I was carrying his wife into Lothlorien.”

His lips parted as bumps rose over his skin, “You’re the one who saved Celebrian.” Turning back you caught his mournful gaze still eyeing your scars, “How did you find her?”

“A few of our Hobbits went missing on their travels, they got caught and I spotted Celebrian being drug inside, I couldn’t leave them there.” Turning to your right your arm shifted revealing four white barely visible slash marks on each side from Warg claws and you looked into Thranduil’s eyes watching them pool with sadness at the pain your wounds must have brought you. “Are they that bad?”

His eyes met yours as another set of tears slid down his cheeks as he shook his head and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead speaking in a soft tremble, “No. I just wish I could have spared you the pain. These wounds must have been painful for you.”

You smiled weakly at him, “Actually, Hobbits, we heal even faster than Elves, and can be far more resilient than Dwarves in certain situations.” Your hand rose to wipe away his tears, “We escaped at dusk and the wounds healed by the moon rising. Bruises however, tend to linger for some inhumane way.”

He chuckled softly, “They aren’t bad. Just a shock you could have faced such torture as a lashing.”

“It seems we’ve both had our own painful troubles.”

His eyes lowered unable to see the scars until you drew in a breath causing the light to hit it just right revealing them, exhaling he slid his hands over the scratch marks as he knelt at the side of the bed sliding you closer to him allowing him to gently kiss each of your sides. His eyes met yours as he raised your legs and slid his fingers over the markings on your back as he shifted allowing the light to hit them bringing them into his view to gently kiss each of them as his fingers slid over your sides. Causing bumps to rise over your skin at his warm hands never left your sides until he joined you on the bed again to curl you into his lap and kissed your lips as you turned to face him.

Curling his arms around you after he lowered your shirt again, “You never have to hide any of your scars from me.” His eyes trailed to the large pile of pillows coated in the new covers you had designed with a growing smirk as he playfully asked, “Why don’t we give these new pillow covers of yours a try. We should sleep before the mint tea wears off and the veal tries to fight back again.”

Giggling softly you were raised up as his arms slid under your legs curled under you while he climbed to his knees and carried you to the head of the bed. Brushing down the covers and laid you down as you giggled again while he fluffed the pillows around you and settled at your side pulling the covers up over you drawing you closer to him and held you tightly. Pressing gentle kisses to your forehead, “Do you like them?”

His smile grew, “You designed them, I love them, they’re perfect.”

You giggled again, “Pillow covers aren’t very unusual of a design.”

His fingers turned your chin so you’d face him with an adoringly playful smile, “True, but the fish are entirely from your design, and they are perfect, I love you and I cannot wait to see what other changes you make around our Kingdom.”

The sparkle in his eyes made you chuckle nervously, “Oh yes,” You giggled remembering your changes to Erebor, “I can see it now, one day you go out on a ride and return to find the entire forest coated in jeweled flowers.”

His smile grew as he imagined it, “Something I can’t wait to see. Any changes you make will be incredible. And I am eagerly waiting for the day the robe you’ve designed for me is ready for me to flaunt to everyone.”

Glancing over his shoulder with a slight blush you watched the stars sparkling causing you to smirk, “It seems you’re about to break your own rule.”

His brows rose with a soft “Hmm, what would that be now?”

You giggled softly, “Your dancing rule.”

Chuckling softly he rested his forehead against yours pulling you closer to his chest, “Mmm, We can continue that rule tomorrow.”

Giggling again you sat up pulling from his grip, standing on the bed and walking towards his attached kitchen, “No excuses. I’ll make more tea.”

Sighing he laid back on his back before climbing out of bed, following after you to curl around your back as the tea brewed. And you both enjoyed a warm cupful before he led you into the large empty area near the large double doors leading to his balcony and claimed your hands laying them in place with a growing smile as you hummed softly between giggles as he led you through your first dance. Joining you in humming the tune you’d chosen with a growing smile as the moon and starlight brought out the glowing mithril lines across your skin.

Each dance bringing more laughs and giggles from you both through your lesson that only ended with Thranduil’s eyes closing as he drew in a slow breath causing you to take him back to bed. Brewing your selves another cup each, drinking them before you rinsed the glasses and climbed back into bed laying across Thranduil’s chest. He smiled as his arms tightened around your back as the lights from the lanterns and fireplace died out.

Leaving only the light from outside allowing the King to admire your every detail through your drifting off to sleep before he joined you, feeling his eyes slowly dropping as the warmth spreading from his chest deepened. A loving warmth that deepened and spread at the great pleasure of being able to wake up with you still in his arms before sliding out of your grip laying you across one of the pillows to curl around it as he gently kissed your forehead and quietly slipped into the kitchen to make you breakfast.

Pt 12

#Thranduil x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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