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Star of the Mountain Chapter 26

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz

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“They can’t see it,” Thorin muttered. “They don’t realize what we must do. This gold is ours. Erebor is ours. I will not allow anyone to take it from us again.”

Since Dwalin left, Thorin had been wandering the halls of Erebor. He walked among the summits of gold, relishing in the sound of it clinking under his feet. His mind swam with different ways they could protect the gold, how they would gather it quickly and move it further underground. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that his feet had taken him to the Hall of Kings.

The floor seemed to glow. The gold they had tried to drown Smaug in had solidified and coated the entire floor. Thorin looked down at the ground and saw his reflection in the gold.

“You sit here… with a crown upon your head…” Thorin looked around. Dwalin? Had Thorin not told him to leave him? Thorin was sure that he had heard his voice, but the warrior was nowhere in sight. “You are lesser now than you have ever been.”

“A treasure such as this cannot be counted in lives lost,” Thorin heard his own voice say.

“A sickness lies upon that treasure.” Balin?

“The blind ambition of a mountain king.” The dragon-slayer.

“Am I not the king! This gold is ours and ours alone. I will not part with a single coin.”

“He could not see beyond his own desire!”

“As if I was some lowly dwarf lord… Thorin… Oakenshield.”

“This is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror!”

“Thorin…”

That voice… He knew that voice… It was different from the rest. It sounded almost… disappointed.

“I am not my grandfather.”

“You are the heir to the throne of Durin,” he heard Gandalf say.

He knew who he was. He had the crown. All he needed was the Arken-

“They are dying out there.”

Dying? Who?

“Take back… Erebor.”

That’s what they had set out to do. And they had done it. The mountain was theirs.

“Dain is surrounded.” Dwalin’s words echoed. Dain was here? “Dain is surrounded. We’ve lost sight…”

Lost sight? Lost sight of who?

“Take back your homeland.”

“You are changed, Thorin.” Bilbo…

No he hadn’t. Thorin shook his head.

“I am not my grandfather.”

“Is this treasure truly worth more than your honor?”

“You claimed that Thranduil lacked honor. Where is your’s now?”

He was nothing like Thranduil. But why did those words cause his heart to hurt?

“I am not my grandfather.”

Those words - his words - just kept repeating over and over.

“This treasure will be your death.”

It felt like the room was closing in on him. He didn’t realize it before, but now it seemed he was being cornered. The voices were echoing louder and louder. But the darkness that he hadn’t noticed before was getting closer. Thorin felt like he was suffocating as the world around him went black.

“What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into now, Oakenshield?”

There it was again. That voice. Where was it coming from?

Thorin noticed a light coming from behind him. He looked over his shoulder, raising his hand slightly to try and see properly. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the company in sacks, some tied to a spit above a fire. Stone trolls stood around them.

What is this? We escaped the trolls.

He noticed that the light was coming from a taller figure, moving around. He stared as the figure came into focus. Golden hair, bright smile, eyes that resembled an early sunrise. She stood tall, confident, but had an air of playful and protectiveness about her. Mahal, she was stunning.

“Good to see you again, Thorin,” she said.

The scene around him changed again. He saw several battles blend together, but in each one, he could pick her out. She was fierce and yet graceful. And in every fight, he noticed that she was near him. She wasn’t quite protecting him, but was fighting alongside him and occasionally putting herself in front of him.

“We chose to stand by our king,” he heard her say.

He was standing next to her then. He could feel her fingers lightly running through his hair, just the ends as not to be noticeable by others.

“Gimlelul.” He had called her that. My brightest star.

When he looked for her again, he stopped. There were tears in her eyes. The room wasn’t lit well, but her unshed tears reflected the nearby fire.

“Locating the Arkenstone proves their loyalty.”

“As if traveling across Middle Earth and facing a dragon does not prove that?”

His eyes widened when he saw blood running down her face, a newly made cut on her forehead, just above her eye.

“Men shmek menu.” I will kill you. “Orn tumpien edainme.” Tree humping wench.

Oh Mahal, he had said that, those vile things? Thorin felt like his legs were going to give out beneath him.

“I am the king!” his voice echoed loudly in his ears.

“You are my king.” Her reply was soft yet rang louder than his shout had. “You are also my love, just as I am yours.”

His heart ached in his chest. His crown felt heavy on his head.

Her eyes shone with unshed tears as she looked at him. And yet her smile was soft… understanding… loving.

“Menu gajatu, amrâlimé.” I forgive you, my love.

She forgave him? How? After everything he had done, everything he had said?

The light began to get brighter, engulfing her form once again. No. Wait. Please, don’t take her away. He tried to keep his eyes on her, but she was disappearing.

“No!” He lunged forward, trying to grab onto her. “Oreliell!”

His hand wrapped around her wrist and light exploded around him.

“Kurdunuh.” My heart, she had called him.

The Hall of Kings slowly came back into focus. Thorin reached for his crown and ripped it from his head, tossing it to the ground. He already felt lighter. But as he stood there, catching his breath, he felt tears running down his face. He shed his heavy coat, which landed on the golden floor with a thud. He wiped the tears off his face and hurried from the room. He couldn’t stand being there for another minute.

He ran through the halls, shedding pieces of jewelry and clothes that no longer felt right. He steered clear of the great hall and its mountains of gold. Just the thought of it and what it had done to him made him sick.

“Thorin?”

Thorin stopped and turned toward the voice, finding Dwalin standing several yards away.

“Dwalin,” Thorin breathed. He slowly walked toward his life-long friend. The closer he got, the more he could make out the puzzled yet hesitant look on Dwalin’s face. Thorin stopped, leaving space between them. “We must gather the others. Dain needs our help.”

The tension in Dwalin’s shoulders released and he breathed out a chuckle.

“It’s good to have you back, Thorin,” he whispered. “Everyone’s gathered at the gate.”

Thorin nodded. The two began heading in that direction, stopping briefly enough for Thorin to put on some chainmail and grab his sword. As he situated his clothing, he glanced at Dwalin.

“Any news…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence.

Dwalin shook his head, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I lost sight of her soon after the elves charged the orcs. All I know is that a majority of the elves went to assist Dale.”

“Dale?”

“Azog dispatched a small army there. The humans fell back and most of the elves followed.”

Thorin nodded. He picked up his sword, testing it briefly to make sure it was sharp.

“We’d better get up there then.”

Thorin made his way to the upper levels of the mountain. The closer he got, the stronger the sounds of the battle got. His mind raced. How many of his kin were dead? Were they too late? Where was Oreliell? Was she even still alive?

He shook his head. He needed to try and push those thoughts away for the time being.

He looked ahead of him and saw the company seated around the gate, heads hung low. Most of their heavy armor was discarded to the side.

Kili was the first to notice him. Thorin watched his nephew rise to his feet and start to walk toward him. Even from a distance, he could tell Kili was angry.

“I will not hide behind a wall of stone while others fight our battles for us!” Kili shouted. It was not often he saw his nephew so passionate about something, and it was even rarer that he should yell at Thorin. But Thorin knew that he deserved his anger. As she came closer, he noticed the pain on Kili’s face as he shook his head. “It is not in my blood, Thorin.”

The two stopped in front of one another. Thorin saw the tears welling up in Kili’s eyes and he felt his heart tighten at the sight.

“No,” he agreed softly. “It is not. We are sons of Durin. And Durin’s folk do not flee from a fight.”

He smiled at Kili. The boy looked relieved, just as Balin had. Thorin pulled him close, pressing his forehead to Kili’s for several long moments. When they separated, Kili was smiling. Thorin squeezed his shoulder slightly before stepping around him to approach the rest of the company.

“I have no right to ask this of any of you. But will you follow me one last time? If you decide to do this, understand you may not return.”

He watched the dwarves slowly rise and lift their weapons. He couldn’t help but smile at their loyalty. They had been alongside him since the beginning. Oreliell and Bilbo had been right. He had no reason to doubt them.

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tamurilofrivendell · 2 years

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Heart of Stone | Chapter 5

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4,

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pairing(s): Thranduil x Tamuril (oc) storyline: Tamuril was in love with Haldir but the battle at Helms Deep took away all hope she had for the future. She struggles with her grief and tensions eventually run high when she shares a moment with Lord Elrond she feels she cannot come back from and flees Rivendell, hiding herself away in the Elvenking Thranduil’s Halls. chapter summary: Tamuril and Thranduil have another moment under the stars. Tamuril and Elrond finally talk but it leads to a moment Tamuril is ashamed of and feels that she cannot come back from.

For the next five days, Tamuril didn’t venture out of her chambers. She hid herself away, ignoring all knocks on the door and protests to come outside or to meals. The door stayed locked and she ignored everyone and everything. Not even Arwen could get her to show her face.

During these days, Elrond didn’t come to see her and she couldn’t decide if she was glad about it or not. Part of her wished he would just come and yell at her already, get it all out in the open. He must want to. She had been foolish and she knew that she had frightened him by acting the way she had in the face of an enemy's blade.

Time passed in a bit of a blur. Very late on the fifth night, Tamuril was beginning to feel quite restless, though she was loath to actually get up and leave her chambers just in case she ran into anybody. She wasn’t in the mood for forced conversation and pitying looks. When the images in her head simply refused to let up and she started to feel sick to death of seeing Haldir’s face or the image of the orc’s blade in her mind's eye, Tamuril rose and moved to the door, unlocking it and peering out into the hallway.

She thought that she caught a flash of movement at the end of the hall, something silver, but when she turned her head to properly look there was nothing there and she decided that she must have imagined it. Easing the door closed behind her, she made her way down the hall and out into the night, looking up at the stars. Tamuril moved to the gardens on autopilot, sidestepping the bench this time and sinking down into the soft grass, laying out on her back so she could see the sky above. The stars twinkled overhead in the inky blackness, the moon looked down on her. The night was quiet and still and she lay there for a while, content to be alone, until she realised that she wasn’t any longer.

“May I join you?” The voice was unmistakable as Thranduil’s and Tamuril found herself startled. She turned her head, raising herself just a little to balance on her elbows as she looked up at him. He stood tall looking down at her, face impassive as ever.

“I…” Tamuril paused, swallowing, a little out of practice from five days alone in silence. “I thought that you would have gone home by now…. your majesty.”

Thranduil waved his hand a little as she tacked on the title again, nearly forgetting herself. The gesture seemed to tell her it was unnecessary, though Tamuril didn’t know why he would even think it. Surprising her, he lowered himself to the ground beside her and stretched out, gaze turning to the sky much as she had been doing moments previously.

“I have one more day before I return to the Woodland Realm.” Thranduil told her simply.

Tamuril stayed where she was for a long moment, looking at him curiously. She couldn’t figure out why he was here, lying beside her in the dirt. Not to mention that she had been incredibly rude to him not even a week ago and he hadn’t even demanded an apology. She stared at him a second too long, taking in his side profile, before she frowned slightly and resumed her previous position.

Neither of them spoke and she had been expecting something. Maybe a telling off or a talking down to. A lecture. But she was simply given the King’s quiet, solid company until he eventually stood, bowed to her, and took his leave.

Tamuril was left feeling equal parts confused and content as she watched him go, unsure about either of these feelings.

She stayed under the watchful eyes of the stars until the sun began to rise and then Tamuril decided that it was time to stand up and retreat once more to her chamber. She had lingered too long and she didn’t want to end up encountering anybody right now.

Of course, as soon as she stood up and took five steps, who should come round the corner but Lord Elrond himself. The two stood staring at each other for a long moment. Tamuril wilted slightly under his gaze and then followed his silent command to follow as he turned and led her towards his chambers.

It was time then…

Tamuril was anxious as she trailed after him, wringing her hands in front of her. She hadn’t seen him for five days and he hadn’t sought her out either, which was a little unusual. Had she truly upset him that much?

Elrond closed the door to his rooms behind her and moved over to brew some tea. She watched him quietly, worried gaze following his movements as he turned back with the two cups of tea, setting one on the table and gesturing to the empty chair. She quickly took a seat, biting her lip. Neither spoke for a few moments. Tamuril was unsure and Elrond was preparing himself for what he felt was going to be an uncomfortable conversation.

“I hear you haven’t left your room since you got back.”

Tamuril shrugged. “I’ve been feeling tired.”

Elrond hummed, nodding slightly, his expression becoming thoughtful as he sipped his tea. Tamuril watched him, wondering what he was thinking. She wished she could peek into his mind much like Galadriel could do.

“Elrond, I–”

“Tamuril, I am very–”

Both of them spoke suddenly at the same time and Tamuril lowered her gaze to the table, frowning softly.

Elrond sighed. “You first.”

Tamuril bit her lip gently, sighing as she looked back up at him. “I’m just… I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Upsetting you.”

Elrond was quiet, eyes boring into her as he watched her from across the table. “Are you sorry you got caught?” He asked. “Sorry you were saved?”

Tamuril’s frown deepened as she looked at him. “What?” She didn’t want to have this conversation. She didn’t want to think or say or do anything but leave this room and hide in her chamber until everything she was feeling went away. She didn’t want to speak or look anyone until she could breathe again, even him. Especially him. Guilty as that thought maybe her.

“Answer the question.” Elrond continued quietly, gaze not faltering even as hers floundered around the room.

“Yes.” The word slipped from her mouth in a frustrated huff, uncomfortable with this line of questioning. She stared him in the eye then, wanting to see his reaction. He did his best to keep his expression serene and blank but she caught the flicker that ran through him. The pain, the sadness, the anger. Maybe she wanted to hurt him but she couldn’t fathom why or where this feeling had come from. All she knew was that she was frustrated and she just wanted it all to stop. “You should have let that beast spear me.”

“Tamuril! Stop it!” Elrond raised his voice just slightly but it caused her to jump a little all the same. It was rare that Tamuril did anything to cause such a reaction in Lord Elrond. Even when Nessa had gotten her into the most ridiculous trouble while they were growing up, pulling her into her schemes. Elrond may have scolded the pair but the fond twinkle had stayed in his eyes. It wasn’t there right now, all Tamuril saw in his gaze was frustration. She missed the fear and the pain, focusing only on his disappointment.

“This cannot go on.” Elrond spoke again, shaking his head sadly. He didn’t know what to do anymore but the thought that she would put herself in danger, that she would give up, that the light she had always held within her had faded to a mere glimmer… it hurt him. It scared him.

Elrond was at a loss.

And being at a loss was not something the Lord of Rivendell was used to.

“So what do you suggest, my Lord? What would you have me do?” Tamuril found herself asking, suddenly having found her voice, though perhaps that was not set to be a very good thing.

Elrond blinked at her for a brief moment, surprised at her use of title. It had been a long time since Tamuril had called him anything other than his name.

“I would have you board a ship.” Elrond said steadily, after a long silence. “And sail west.”

The shock hit Tamuril like an axe to the brain. “You…” She paused, swallowing thickly as her voice caught in her throat. “You wish to send me away?”

“I wish you to heal.” Elrond corrected firmly. He didn’t wish to send her away, he didn’t wish for her to go anywhere that wasn’t here, with him, but she couldn’t go on like this.

“Stop.” She scowled, irritated again at the reason this was even brought up. She didn’t want to think about it. About Haldir. About the fact he was gone, dead, that she couldn’t open her eyes and wake up from this nightmare. That they weren’t to be wed. They would have no children. The life she had dreamed of with him, in Lothlorien, was gone and no matter where she went or what she did or who she talked to, she couldn’t forget it. This reality that she had found herself in was as suffocating as Elrond’s pointed gaze fixed upon her.

“Listen to me-” Elrond attempted to continue but he found himself abruptly cut off.

“No!” Tamuril snapped, shooting him a glare. “I am tired of listening to you!”

Elrond went quiet, watching her, giving her the space to continue and get out whatever was on the tip of her tongue.

“I am tired of your pity and your sad, lingering looks and being treated like I am made of glass!” Tamuril continued on, frowning at him. She hadn’t even been consciously aware that she had had these thoughts anywhere in her mind and her own words surprised her even as they left her lips.

The shock of it caused anything further to catch in her throat and she shut her mouth, pressing her lips together. She folded her arms, stubbornly and perhaps childishly, as she turned her face away so she didn’t have to look at him anymore.

Elrond, however, wouldn’t allow that as he rose from his seat and moved to stand in front of her. Crouching before her and reaching to gently move her chin to face him. She resisted but he was relentless and she soon met his gaze.

“You must listen to me.” He tried to keep his voice steady but he was truly finding it very difficult to keep his emotions in check. Seeing somebody he cared so deeply for like this was heartbreaking to him. Elrond did not like encountering something that he could not fix, especially for the people around him, and he felt helpless. “It is scary but this may be the best thing… for you.”

“I just do not care anymore.” She muttered stubbornly, staring into his eyes.

“That, my darling girl, is the problem.” Elrond stated firmly, staring back at her intensely. “If there was anything that I could do… if I could take this from you… I would do it. Without question.”

Tamuril knew that he meant it. He always meant it. Elrond always wanted to help, he always wanted to fix things. There was no fixing this. Was there? He couldn’t bring Haldir back to her. He couldn’t go back in time and change what happened, change his decision to send soldiers to Helms Deep. She looked back at him, feeling nothing but the awful, intense loneliness welling up inside her. Was there anything he could do? Could he take it from her?

Elrond was beyond shocked as Tamuril’s lips met his own with the smallest dip of her delicate neck. He was frozen in place as she pressed a kiss to his mouth, soft and timid. His eyes remained open, locked on her face in utter disbelief. Swiftly, he lifted his arms and pressed his hands against her arms, gently easing her away from him. “Tamuril…”

She didn’t know what in middle-earth had possessed her to do that. To tilt forward in the space between them and kiss him. All she had felt was the loneliness and the devastation and she had wanted it to go away. In her mind, she’d seen Haldir, but she had kissed Elrond.

Mortification immediately flooded through her and she sprang up out of her seat, hand flying to her face in horror as she stared wildly back at him. He rose from his crouch, looking back at her carefully. She was set to flee, he could see that clearly. She was embarrassed, she felt like she had made a terrible mistake. “Tamuril… wait…” He held his hands up.

Eyes wide, she shook her head, and then turned away, running from his chambers and fleeing through the hallways back to her own room where she knocked a vase off the side table, watching it smash into little pieces. How could she have done such a foolish thing?! She was filled with shame. What would he think of her now? A stupid, whorish little girl throwing herself at the first man she could as if that was the solution to grief?

She respected him, she always had, and what had she done? How had she repaid his kindness to her? She had just taken him for a complete fool.

What would Haldir think of her if he were here?!

Tamuril felt a scream bubbling up her throat but she pushed it down as she turned and started pulling clothes and other belongings out and stuffing them into a bag.

She couldn’t face him. Not after this. There was no way.

She had to leave.

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annwrites · 2 months

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sunigyrl · 6 years

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Anqualë: The Fault is Not Your Own

Series Summary: The Queen of Mirkwood was lost to her kingdom almost two centuries ago after a battle with orc marauders. King Thranduil and Prince Legolas have worked to move on, but the past still shrouds their lives. Try as they might, the agony of loss still dogs their steps. Yet things are not always what they seem...

Series Pairings: Thranduil x Wife!OFC, Legolas x Mother!OFC

Warnings: angst, implied smut

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: The chapter that I personally have been waiting for: Thranduil is finally here! He happens to be one of my favorite characters in the entire Tolkien universe, even if I’m not particularly keen on his treatment in The Hobbit films.Lee Pace did a phenomenal job in this role. He’s also quite pretty to look at, ijs.

One thing to note is that Thranduil and Arahaelil have special names for each other that they only use in private. They were born during the old traditions when elves had four names. The first was given to them by their father at birth. The second given by their mother when they came of age and was based on their physical traits or personality. The fourth was a name of their own choosing that they would be known as by the world. The third is particularly special, as it was given to them by an intimate partner and was only ever spoken by their partner during private, intimate moments. Usually these names are never revealed, but I’m revealing their third names..

Gilrin- Thranduil’s name for Arahaelil. It means “Lady Crowned with Stars”

Aglardaer- Arahaelil’s name for Thranduil. It means “Glory/Splendor/Wise”

Part 3 | Part 5

Two dreams. Two dreams in almost as many weeks. That was the only thing that Thranduil could think of as he left his bed this morning. She had come to him again last night, just as she had done a week ago. That initial dream had haunted his waking moments every day since. Over the years Thranduil had many dreams of Arahaelil. Some were of days long since past of their life together before she was taken. Others were dreams of what could have- should have- been but would never be.

Yet his dream from a week ago was different than any he had ever had before. It felt different. Where before his dreams felt like that, dreams, this one was different entirely. In the dream he felt like he had been transported to another place. As if Arahaelil had taken him back in time to their first meeting and allowed them to relive it. Everything in that setting felt so alive. SHE felt so alive. It was almost as if she were actually there with him. As if she had come back to him. But then the scenery changed and she was ripped from him again as she pleaded for his help. Why? What did it mean? She had never called out to him in such a way or asked for his help before? Why now?

These thoughts plagued Thranduil’s mind for days. He tried to work out what was occurring and why this was happening to him. Happening now. Why the dreams had changed. He spent every spare moment contemplating this, trying to suss out the meaning. Sleep evaded him every night as he would try to make the puzzle pieces fit in his head to reveal what was happening. He hoped the arrival of Elrond and the Council two days ago would provide him some distraction, and it did for a brief while. Yet last night as he climbed in his bed and found sleep for the first night in days, it happened again.

Just as he drifted from the edges of consciousness into sleep, Arahaelil came to him again. This time she brought a memory that he tried to forget as hard as he could, though it was one of the most cherished memories of her that he had. This dream, this memory really, was of one of the last nights that they spent together. It occurred just days before she was lost to him. It was a night where they shared their love for each other. Had discussed their hopes and dreams for the future. They ended it wrapped up in each other; Thranduil’s favorite places to find himself. Yet this dream, like the one from last week, was different from all the others. It did not feel like a dream. It felt REAL. As if he were reliving that memory in the present, and Arahaelil was very much right there with him. It vexed him to no end. Why were the dreams coming so frequently now, and why were they so different?

Thranduil felt Legolas’ presence as he came to stand beside him. Through the haze of his thoughts he had heard the young ellon and Elrond as they made their way toward him from across the grounds. Yet the meanings of the dreams he had were all that he could focus on. He watched from the corner of his eye as Legolas began to look upon the last remaining physical reminder of his mother’s existence in the kingdom. Thranduil never meant to lock all of her possessions away and erase her from existence, yet that was how he was best able to cope with her loss at the time. Wiping every part of the kingdom clean of the physical reminders of her until none existed outside of a single wing of the palace. A wing only he could access, though he rarely ever did. That is what gave his heart and his mind enough solace to wade through life and continue on. For he had to continue, he was a king after all. And a king cannot fail his duties. He cannot fail his subjects. Cannot fail his son. So Thranduil did what he had to do to survive, and he closed off every part of his life that made him feel. It was the only way to continue on and fulfill his duties. Though it was not the best way to continue life, especially for a father that had to nurture a young son. He did what was necessary and that was what was necessary. Wasn’t it?

Staring at the statue of his mother for a moment longer, Legolas turned to his father. “I have the daily report on the training of the new recruits if you would like to hear it”.

Hoping that this news would serve as a sort of icebreaker and pull his father out of his revere, a nervous Legolas waited for some sort of reply. Yet none came. His father still stared unmoving at his mother’s statue. So he tried again, “The new recruits are faring well My Lord. Their training is coming along far better than expected. They should be ready to join the ranks sooner than planned”.

Still no response or acknowledgment from his father. Thinking that Thranduil was not interested in reports given the news of the morning council meetings, Legolas decided to try a different tactic.

“The garden looks exceptionally beautiful this year. With each passing year it grows more and more beautiful and peaceful here. Her statue standing so tall and regal amongst her favorite blooms. This was always nana’s favorite place. I am sure she would have lo-”

“I heard your conversation with Elrond as you made your way here. I know what you seek. Ask me the question you have come to ask or leave. I do not have the time or the mind for petty games Legolas”, Thranduil finally acknowledged his son with an agitated reply. Eyes still transfixed on the statue’s face.

“Do you dream of her ada? I can no longer feel her and she very rarely comes to me. Does she still come to you?” The words spilling from Legolas’ mouth before he even knew what he was saying. This was not how he intended to begin the conversation, but it would have to be.

“She does”, Thranduil replied. His tone flat and aloof as he finally regarded his son with an indifferent look.

“Why does she still come to you and not me? Why does my mother not visit me like she once did before?!”, Legolas asked, jealousy he wasn’t aware of slowly creeping into his tone.

“I do not control her memory or when it chooses to make her present to you. It would be of your own doing that her memory evades you”, Thranduil said slowly in a dismissive tone as he turned from his son to look at the statue once more.

“Yet you are responsible for keeping her from me all this time! It is because you never speak of her that I have no memories! You have refused to share her with me; to keep her alive for me. From the moment she was taken until this day, you refuse to share her with me. Everything that is hers you locked away and forbid me from even looking upon it. Those that have memories of her cannot speak them for fear that you will either banish them or imprison them in the dungeons. I HAD TO SNEAK INTO HER STUDY JUST TO FEEL CLOSE TO HER! And you tell me that you do not control the access to my memories? There are days that she is so lost to me that I cannot recall if she even loved me the way you claim she did!”

“She loved you more than anything or anyone. Of that you do not need to question”, Thranduil spoke calmly to Legolas as he continued to stare at the statue of Arahaelil.

“Convince me. Tell me what you have seen. What she shows you. Give me a memory of my mother that you have kept from me all these years”, Legolas demanded of his father.

Turning to his son with a pensive look, Thranduil slowly began to share his latest dream.

Laughter could be heard throughout the halls of the royal bed chambers as Thranduil made his way to the door of his son. Stopping just before the opening so that he could look inside without his presence being noticed, he saw his queen helping their son finish preparing for bed. All the while telling him a story.

"What happened after that nana?", the golden haired boy asked from his spot on the floor in front of his mother. Small eyes focused on little fingers that toyed with the edges of the woven rug on which they sat. His mother dutifully worked to reweave the braids in his hair.

"Then the handsome golden prince told the silver princess that he no longer wished to be in her company, for he had fallen into a stream during his chase of her and was now all wet. The prince was most distressed and blamed the princess for this. Though it was his own fault for giving chase when he knew that the rocks were quite slippery. "You are all wet. Let me help you my lord", the princess told the prince with a small laugh and extended hand. "I require no help from you. I will do it myself", the prince snapped to her with a deep scowl on his face as he swatted away her hand. As he made to stand, he slipped on the rocks once more, splashing deeper into the water. The princess began to laugh louder. "Please my lord, let me help you before your clothes are fully soaked through and you catch your death", she said as she stretched her hand to him once more. With a look of disgust, the prince finally took the princess' hand in his. It was at that moment that the princess noticed a most devious smirk beginning to form on the prince's face. Before she could draw her hand from his, the prince pulled the princess forward and she fell into the stream beside him in a heap".

"And then what happened nana", the young prince asked eagerly as he walked toward his bed. Climbing upon it, he began bouncing in excitement. "Please, you must tell me what happens next".

Moving into the room from his hiding place so that he could look at his son, Arahaelil and Legolas turned to Thranduil in surprise as he spoke."And then the golden prince laughed at the beautiful silver princess, for her clothes were now soaked as well. Her crown sent askew atop her dripping hair. Surely she would be angry and throw a fit. But the princess did something that the prince did not expect. Instead of lashing out in anger for his stunt, she burst into a fit of laughter all her own”.

“The two sat and laughed for many moments until they found it hard to draw breath. Upon regaining their composure, the prince looked at the princess and noticed that her face had settled into a smile. Her eyes closed as she basked in the warm sunlight and listened to the song of the forest. The smile that sat upon her face was the most radiant thing the prince had ever seen, and sunlight danced off the water on her skin and hair setting them alight. Like some beautiful being from Valinor. As she slowly opened her beautiful eyes and shone them upon him, it was at that moment the golden prince knew that the enchanting silver princess would be his queen", Thranduil finished as he stopped beside Legolas' bed with a lazy smile on his face. Both mother and son looking up at him, faces enrobed with complete rapture and awe.

"But what of the golden prince and the silver princess? Did he make her his queen? Ada I must know. You must tell me", Legolas demanded as he sunk further into his blankets, though still very much awake.

"The rest of the story is for another night little leaf. Now is the hour when young princes must rest. Especially after the events of today. I trust you found much enjoyment", Thranduil said softly to his son before returning his gaze his queen.

Giving him one last loving look, Arahaelil turned to Legolas and tucked him in. "We shall finish this part of the tale tomorrow my little green leaf. For now you must rest so that you will grow tall and strong".

"Yes ada and nana. Thank you for my begetting day celebration. It was the best celebration I have had", young Legolas said through a large yawn. His eyes now hooded from the fog of sleep that finally settled in.

"You are most welcome. Sweet dreams my little prince. I love you", she whispered in his ear as she lovingly kissed the side of his sun kissed temple before taking her husband's hand and moving to stand next to him.

"I love you nana and ada".

"As I you ioneg. Sleep well", Thranduil spoke in hushed tones while running his hand lovingly across the top of his son’s head before turning and ushering his queen from the room. Closing the door lightly, Thranduil wrapped his arm around his beloved's waist and drew her close to him as Arahaelil rested her head against his chest. The couple silently walked through the halls to their own bed chamber.

"That was a wondrous day, a'maelamin. It was most entertaining to see you all wet", Arahaelil lightly chuckled as she stood in the middle of their room and bathed in the moonlight that poured in from the skylight above.

"It was a most wondrous day indeed, emel nin. It was the day that I came to realize you were my one", Thranduil said lowly as his eyes tracked her from his perch against the back of the door.

Arahaelil turned to look at Thranduil with a bright smile. "And I you, my soul", she breathed. His blue eyes smoldered into her, shining with love, desire and need.

The sight before him was more than he could bear. His queen, as always, was somehow even more radiant when bathed in moonlight. Her long wavy tresses glowed to a sparkling silver against her glimmering white and gold fitted gown. The white gems in her crown shone about her head as if a halo made from the stars themselves. She looked like some heavenly being come to earth. He had to have her.

Taking his leave of the door, Thranduil gracefully stalked toward his queen and towered over her so that she was forced to look up at him and into the moonlight. It danced in her liquid silver pools and gave them an otherworldly glow. "You are truly beautiful Gilrin. I do not deserve you", he whispered softly as his fingers strummed through her silken mane. Slowly he slid his hands down her rib cage and rested them in the dip of her tiny waist. Roughly he pulled her forward so that her hips were flush with his. At once his arms encircled her as he slowly began to sway their bodies from side to side.

"It is I who do not deserve you my handsome Aglardaer", she whispered back as she wrapped her arms around his torso. Her nails lightly clawing at the robe covered flesh just below his shoulder blades. For many moments they just swayed, looking into the other’s eyes as they danced in the moonlight. "What is it that your heart would have my king? What is the wish that shines in your eyes but you do not speak? Please tell me".

"Another child, my queen. I wish for a daughter that looks such as you. As if she were formed by the Valar themselves and brought to life from the moonlight that shines in your eyes. I would give my kingdom to see you swollen with my daughter not many months hence. Our son roaming these halls", he breathed into her ear as he stopped their movement and fixed her with a serious look.

Taking a small step back to regard him, Arahaelil fixed him with a serious gaze. For several moments she silently stared deep into Thranduil’s eyes as if searching for something, though what he was unsure. Finally she gave him an answer. "I would see the desire of my love's heart granted", she whispered while drawing her right fore and middle fingers along his jawline slowly. Trailing down his neck, she wantonly let them slip beneath his neckline to trace his collar bone before disappearing down his shirt. Her marriage band leaving a cooling sensation that contrasted the blazing fire of her fingers' wake.

Swiftly he lifted his love into the air and spun her in a deep embrace. Arahaelil greedily threaded her hands through his golden mane and lightly tugged as she rested her face against the top of his head. Thranduil's nose rested in the hollow of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her scent until he felt lightheaded. His hands itching to feel her silky skin against his. His mouth yearning to taste her sweet flesh on his tongue. The fire burning brighter in his loins as his member twitched at the thought of being inside her. Of her satin-like walls pulsing around him. His rich laugh bellowed through the room.

"You were frightened I would not indulge your request", she stated with a sultry smirk as he lowered her to the floor and brought his forehead to rest against her's. Their breath now coming in ragged gasps, eyes searching the other's hungrily. Swiftly she pushed his outer robe from his shoulders before reaching down and removing the jeweled belt from the waist of her gown.

"I will admit, I was… anxious that you would not share in my desire", he said huskily as his left thumb lightly caressed her plump bottom lip. The tip of her tongue peeking from its haven to tease his digit. His right hand removing her gown from her left shoulder and then her right, sending it cascading to the floor.

Taking hold of his left wrist to still his movements against her lips, she slowly caressed his cheek with the other hand. "Never my love. I must confess that I too have wished the same for a time, though I did not know how to tell you given recent events. I do so miss the days when my little green leaf was but a babe. I long to hold another of our children in my arms". Beckoning him nearer, she nuzzled his nose with her own as she undid the last laces on his shirt and peeled it from his frame.

"Then let your longing be fulfilled. The affairs of this world hold no bearing when it comes to you. They hold no weight within these halls. Within this realm. I live only to fulfill the indulgences of my queen and grant her every desire". His alabaster hand now gently enclosing her chestnut neck so that long fingers could seductively stroke it's length.

"I would have that, and as many more as the Valar would send to us", her voice hoarse with passion as her lips brushed against his, stoking the inferno of lust and need that threatened to consume them both. Nimble fingers undid the laces of his trousers and sent them pooling around his feet in a heap, leaving Thranduil bare before her in all of his glory.

"And I would have the same. But for now...", he said in a low, smoky growl before scooping her equally naked frame up into his arms and making his way toward the bed. Arahaelil let out a soft purr as she nuzzled his jaw while gently stroking the nape of his neck. "For now, we shall take the night to create our daughter".

Keeping the events of what happened once the couple had reached their bedroom to himself, Thranduil returned to the present and looked at his son. Tears now streaming down the younger elf’s face.

“I remember that night so vividly, though I could not recall it until this moment. My begetting day. That was only days before she… “

“Yes, it was”

“You have had more dreams like this?”

“On occasion.”

“Why did you never think to share these with me before now? To share my mother with me?”, Legolas asked, his ire apparent in his tone.

“Because it was too painful”, Thranduil replied coolly.

“Too painful for who? Too painful for you? What about how painful it was for me?”, Legolas voice was barely below a yell at this point.

“Yes, me. The memories of your mother- my wife- are quite painful. I knew you were in pain, and that at the moment it was comfort you needed. So I told you stories of how much she loved you and cared for you. At the time it would have hurt too much for me to discuss the memories”, Thranduil stated plainly as if Legolas were still a small child.

“Hurt you? How could discussing memories of nana’s love hurt you? I do not understand?”

“There is so much that you do not know. And even more that you could not hope to understand.”

“Hope to understand? Ada, what I KNOW and UNDERSTAND is that we are both in pain and do not have to be! We can help each other. I KNOW that the loss of nana…”

“Do not presume to tell me about her loss! YOU KNOW NOTHING!”, Thranduil roared before turning away in what almost looked like shame.

Taken aback by his father’s furious response Legolas spoke cautiously, “I know that you were so broken that you almost faded! I saw it. When you thought I was asleep, I saw how you would shed tears hour after hour every night. How you would not allow anyone into our rooms and would only speak to nana when you thought no one was listening. I saw it and I was afraid. Afraid that you were going to leave me too. I did not know what to do to stop it-“

“It was you”, Thranduil spoke in an even tone. “You are what kept me from fading. What KEEPS me from fading. With every day that comes I feel the loss of your mother as deeply as the moment it happened. It is a festering and ugly wound that has never healed. Arahaelil was the other half of my soul and the greatest love of my life. She was stolen from me. Ripped from MY lands that were under MY care. I do not know where she is or how to find her. All that I found in Gundabad was a battle scarred courtyard, her bloodied cloak and her marriage band. I could not find her. I could not save her. I could not even bring her body back and give her a proper burial! I had to settle for this statue made in her likeness. Do you know how painful it is to know that I could not protect her, nor could I bring her home to her son and her people?! How much of a failure that has made me?!”

“For a time it seemed I only had her possessions and my dreams to remind me of her! Yet as you grew older you became more and more like her. Everything that you say and do reminds me of her. The way that you walk, so proud and tall. Your smile, so warm and welcoming like hers. Your speech, when you sneak off on adventures instead of doing your work. She loved looking for a new adventure. The way that you interact with the people. The way you naturally took to the bow and excel at it. When you spar in combat or lead the charge in battle. Your personality. Every mannerism that you display belonged to her. Though you may look like me and have one or two of my traits, you are every bit your mother’s son. In who you are and everything you do. I see her when I look at you. That has been both my greatest pain, and my greatest comfort every day since she was lost”, Thranduil said smoothly regaining his stoic composure after letting the smallest bit of his grief leak into his words with every sentence.

“Nearly two centuries have passed. Can you not speak of her with me now? Ada, I know it hurts but if you are willing to speak freely of it with me I can help you. No one else will need to know. Only you and I”. Legolas had felt the extent of his father’s grief for a brief moment and it took his breath away. The burden Thranduil carried was far greater than he ever imagined.

“You cannot help me little leaf. Not in this. No one can. Nor will I allow you this burden. It is my wound to bear, and I must carry it alone”, Thranduil gave a resigned sigh as he gave his son a sad gaze before looking off into the distance.

“Please ada, do not do this. Do not shut me out, I am strong. I can help you bear this burden. You do not have to carry it alone. Let me help you”, Legolas begged while placing a hand on his father’s shoulder in a gesture of comfort. Though his pleas continued to fall on deaf ears.

“So much like her you are. You do not even realize the depth of it. She did not blame you, nor do I. She chose to give her life for you. That is a choice that she made because of her love for you. It is the same choice that I would make for you. Forgive yourself of the error for which you have assigned blame and finally let it go. Have peace. It was not your fault what happened that day. Know this in your mind and in your heart my son”, was the last thing Thranduil said before turning to leave a stunned Legolas in the garden with a newly lightened heart but equally heavy thoughts.

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Ridikulus Pt 38

Ready for the ride later in warm jeans and heeled boots a long maroon sweater was topped with a second short vest you walked down to breakfast with freshly woken Em who the Pears would be watching today. All around the table you found your family that set off small confetti charms and jostled you around in hugs and mild teases on the spur nuptials. Food however picked up the focus of your attention. Regulus and Lindir came down claiming their chairs with Regulus holding the jar in hand of the freshly rinsed Dwarf rings the night prior he dipped in Basilisk venom for you he passed to Hermione saying, “I guess you can give these back to the Durins when you drop by Fili’s today.”

She shifted the jar in her hand saying, “Well I’m actually only seeing Dis and Niro today, but they would be glad for them. Might not be glad to pass on there’s a new Elf Kingdom to add to the mix of allies.”

That had you chuckle, “Seemed to be empty aside from animals but it’s more just a move of the returned Elves to more space for them to spread out. If he really wants to balance it out they could always bring some Hobbits and challenge their populations.” That had her giggle as you added, “Bring in some adorable young Hobbit Smials full of some pretty Hobbits, set up a nice match making center and get some more Dwarf babies in the mix.”

Hermione smiled saying, “Thorin has mentioned it. They always had some great customers out in the Shire, especially for their tilling tools and such. Though he also mentioned having to bring the topic to the table with you since technically we are sharing lands and it might take off some territory from our lands.”

“Oh sure, I guess. I’m taking the Pegasus on their flight later after school over Greenwood, if he’s free we could talk there at supper if he likes, or even a lunch today or another day when it fits his schedule.”

She nodded, “I’ll let them know.”

Classes were a welcome thing to shift your focus from the morning barrage of the Pears who exploded with the news of the elopement that shifted the view of the big celebration for your birthday coming up in their eyes for a suitably grand welcome to the new world. A double wedding was proving hard to plan for your relatives or even to imagine so this was an approvable alternative for everyone. And naturally as Tuesday you and next to Minerva you sat drinking your tea sharing news of the week and decompressing in the traditional time with your godmother now looking closer to her 40’s and younger by the day.

A knock on the door had the cup in Minerva’s hand lowering for her to say, “Come in.”

The door eased open and through it came Dumbledore who shut the door and turned to come and join you both approaching the carpet the table was resting on he stopped at the edge of. “Sorry to disturb Minerva, however I wished to speak to the both of you.” His eyes shifted to you as your eyes rose from the Elder wand in his fingers that kept smoothing over the strips between the knots. “Jaqiearae,” he sighed softly saying, “For years now there has been a tension of sorts between us, on our differing paths to the same goal. Mainly for my own reluctance on sharing my own beliefs and opinions. I never truly thanked you, for all you have endured to see to Voldemort’s death and the downfall of R and the Augreys. How truly humbling it is to know how much pain you had to endure to get to that point. I cannot fathom all the struggles involved and how I had compounded that weight upon you. I saw your pain, I saw the exhaustion, and I did nothing. That is something I cannot erase, I broke your trust and was unwilling to trust completely myself.”

He paused a moment for a new breath and then added, “My reason for coming today is that I have been contacted by the current Headmaster of Durmstrang, the position has been shaky since Igor has died. I have accepted the position and upon the beginning of the fall term I will be there to see if I might to instill some much needed stability to their school. I truly do cherish every moment I have spent on these grounds and there is no one, Minerva, else who I would entrust with charge of these grounds and the minds to shape inside of them.”

“Oh wow,” you muttered.

He gave you a kind grin, “I am so inexplicably proud to have had you among the pupils we taught here and will be keeping up with the path of the Kenmare Kestrals and rooting you on. Perhaps some space might be best for us all and allow some time to heal and reflect.”

Minerva said, “You are certain of this?”

Dumbledore nodded, “Yes, most of my time for the remaining weeks will be contacting choices to instruct as most of theirs have been taking to flying off in the middle of the night. Much worse than the hexed position all over again. The full school is bent on wreaking havoc, so for a few days at least I am traveling out there to assess the damage and to see where I might improve upon things. I shall return however in time for your birthday celebration, I did wish to leave this to you.” He said offering you the Elder Wand that you timidly accepted. “Since our arrival here it seems to have broken its trust with me as well. Refusing to cast barely anything,” his smile eased out, “Took me quite some time to find my former wand, and ooh, did it nip at me for the decades of neglect.” His eyes shifted to Minerva again while you eyed the wand you felt pulsing in your fingertips, “I will always treasure our friendship and I will never find a friendship as golden and pure as ours no matter how kind the Professors try to be to me to gain my favor. Fawkes will certainly enjoy the flights for our correspondence.”

By the time you looked up again he was on his way through the door he closed behind himself, to her your eyes shifted and you asked, “Did he just quit?”

Minerva, “Gave notice, however, I never assumed to inherit this school without his death.”

“I don’t know how to feel about this.”

She flashed you a calming grin, “Well, we will carry on and endure. Perhaps Durmstrang truly is in trouble to have contacted him.”

“Or he just wanted the furthest spot from me next term.”

At that she chuckled and shook her head, “Not true, if anything he is not looking forward to finding a replacement for Professor Sprout.”

“She’s retiring?”

“Not quite, but possibly soon. Carrying the students and all of their work since her aid was killed is rather rough on her.”

“If she needs an aid you can write to Neville, they’re outsourcing his role in May now that Remus is settling all the Aurors into positions permanently.”

Minerva, “Neville would be perfect for the position. I’ll write him in my exam time in my next class. I am certain he will respond quickly.”

That had you giggle, “He’ll answer within the hour would be my bet.” She echoed with a chuckle of her own.

Fully opened for the day Weasley Wizard Wheezes was filling with the chatter and sounds echoing of the enchanted toys floating around above Dudley in his final check up on the displays while Ginny locked the register and pulled out the order sheet for the items and potions not in stock to be made and prepped later. It didn’t take long until the first customers entered and the pair assisted each of them while the blonde upstairs finished restocking another display while keeping an eye on the customers ensuring the others wouldn’t get overwhelmed while they did the menial tasks.

A few hours in however a timid pair of Dwarves found their way inside. The ginger haired thickly bearded shorter one led his chestnut haired husband through the shop. Their green eyes shining hopefully while they looked over the displays only for them to turn back towards the door when they saw no sign of the one they wanted. Halfway however Dudley stopped in their path asking, “Can I help you find something?”

Wetting his lips the chestnut haired one peered up at the teen asking, “We were just browsing.”

Dudley nodded as they stuttered a step then he asked, “It wouldn’t happen to be about that gender potion? Would it?” Their lips parted and Dudley said, “Jaqi’s not here, but she said to take down the information of any coming to ask about it and she’d set an appointment to collect what’s needed.” The couple glanced at one another and Dudley stated, “We have one of our friends coming up with a Dwarvish sign. Should be in later today.” He drew a journal out of his back pocket along with a pen he uncapped, and gave them a soft grin handing the pair to the couple who wrote down their names and address for their home in Erebor then passed them back.

Dudley grinned again and said, “I’ll make sure she gets this by lunch, she’s due to drop in today, and she will contact you for a consultation.”

The pair bowed their heads thanking Dudley then hurried back out again making him chuckle and head back to Ginny who asked, “First gender potion request?”

Dudley nodded and chuckled, “We might want to hurry up with a sign. They nearly left.”

Ginny nodded, “Well, shouldn’t take too long now till we get more filing in to give their names.”

Dudley, “Just hope they don’t all start bustling in at once. I doubt they could handle more than two at a time.”

Ginny chuckled, “Well it’s a big step, I doubt they would come out in droves.”

“Ada, I heard you wished to speak to me?” Legolas stated upon entering the study of his apartment finding a set of notes from the celebration he wanted to triple check the progress of.

Turned around the King smiled and said, “Yes, how were your patrols?”

“Very well, still clear of spiders and pests. Although there are some mountain goat herds trampling upon badger territories in our upper rings. Nothing too terribly troubling for us to send aid, and we uncovered a hidden troll hoard with more spoils we brought back to inspect and redistribute.”

“That is impressive.” The trip within the mirror was described in the move to the seating area and in each hand movement the rings came to his focus spreading is father’s smile until he could say, “And the largest news is we are married.”

Legolas said, “Was the plan not to propose marriage? I am pleased, so very pleased, merely confused.”

Thranduil inhaled and eased a bit closer to his son on the chair across from his, “That was the initial plan to honor her customs, however it was her offer to honor our culture to claim us as her husbands and could merely inform others we had eloped and to hold a celebratory dinner. In fact made these rings for us, the larger for an engagement ring of our own and for our wedding bands.” He showed his rings to Legolas who smiled wider sharing, “Each of these opals are for our children between us, yours in the center, they grow as our little ones do. For the future a ceremony may come or it may just remain a dinner, however for now we are married and discovering where we are traveling together in our lives.”

“I did not expect to be included in demonstrations of your union.”

Thranduil gave him a comforting grin, “I understand that. You are fully grown so naturally it would not be expected for her to have claimed you as one of our children, however you are my son and she in no way would exclude you as part of our family. Even Naneth is gaining a friendship with Jaqi. I do believe the intention was honorable for her to have decided on her own without discussing with us first.”

“Are there intentions of a shift of my rank now heirs are a possibility?”

“Absolutely not, no. Our relationship does not alter our status. This union is not for the intention of altering anyone’s rank. That we have discussed, for the time being Jaqi has requested to assist me when possible in our settling. Yet when it comes to the weight of full rule as Queen she is requiring time. There are still great wounds requiring time to heal, this is how we are going to help her. We have so much to learn about one another and no, there are no intentions of any shift of power. For now we welcome her on her birthday to her rule and allow things to settle as they do.”

Legolas asked, “How may I help?”

“For now, we will keep focus on the celebration and later today Jaqi has requested permission to escort a herd of flying horses over our forest as a means of their first flight. For which I fully anticipate Thengel to arrive.” Making his son smirk and get back to his apartment to bathe, change and pick up on finishing off your gift he was making you.

Times of council alone was something that had drawn Lord Elrond to the Black Family Home. Back to speak with a fellow emotionally wounded father with whom he had grown to become frond of a friendship and personal talks together. And here he sat across from Sirius Black with his adopted son in hand once he had been changed. The child in question being a good doorway to aid in airing some more weight lifting details for his friend. “Was his father a good man?”

“Harry was, tried to be. Not much of a chance to be. Better father than his had been as it should be. Little Fin is going to be a great man one day.”

Elrond asked, “If I may, what did his grandfather do to earn that image in your eyes? I was under the understanding the pair of you were close having married sisters who both mothered your children.”

“Yes. We did. And James and me went back farther than that. Back since first year when he caught on I didn’t want to go home. My parents took it terribly that I wasn’t in Slytherin like Reg ended up. Drove a wedge between us for the apparent slight on the family name. But eventually I needed a place to go and the Potters took me in. Normally my parents would have tracked me down and drug me back by my hair but they were one of the Sacred 28 and socially accepted as one of our old relations. They had James late in life and he was their golden child who could do no wrong. That went to his head.

Jewels, Lily and Sev were three peas in a pod even when they were sorted apart. James saw Lily and I saw Jewels so we had a common target to wedge ourselves between for their company. Didn’t work only pissed the girls off. But by the time we were in our fifth year the pranks and rivalry grew to something more for James.

One day Sev was under a tree and Lily had turned him down again so he was already and after Sev got top marks in our class yet again over James’ pitiful Troll mark he saw red. Went over and I thought it was just a bit of ribbing, some verbal jabs to blow off but he strung him up. Then I saw him undo Sev’s belt and I could see Jewels on her way over ready to murder James, so I blasted James first.

Jewels already had two strikes after having snuck out to the Centaur herds a couple times and irritating the patience out of the latest batch of creatures for Magical Creatures class till they flew off to hide in the Herbology greenhouses. She loved Sev, since they were kids, even though he loved Lily, and she was settling into that and saw that no matter how much she made herself look like Lily he’d never pick her. But she’d never let James cross lines before and that look in her eye I knew would be the end. I bound him up and drug him to McGonagall’s knowing she’d lay into him unlike Dumbledore who’d try to always say boys will be boys. And that Sev always gave as good as he got.”

Elrond stated in his pause, “That was very brave of you.”

Sirius chuckled breathlessly to himself, “No. it was selfish, he got a year’s detention and kicked off the Quidditch team. Never forgave me for that. Gave Reg a firing chance at the Cup that year. Never heard the end of that either.” His face went serious and he continued, “James didn’t let me back in the dorm the rest of the year after I asked him if he’d attack Reg too if he had the chance. Used to keep bringing up that Reg was slotted to join the Death Eaters like Sev wanted to. Back then there was only one choice full or half blood, join or die. And even though Sev was a half-blood they needed bodies.”

Elrond asked, “Did he let you back that summer, you shared before you lived with his family.”

“No. Or well, didn’t give him a chance to turn me down. He could be so exhausting at times to be around when he felt empowered. Wasn’t the first time we’d had a spat and he’d kicked me out. But this time my cousin Andromeda and her at the time boyfriend Teddy, they were lined up for a Muggle duplex near to where Jewels lived and so I said I’d chip in for the spare room and Reg ended up with us in the other apartment with Sev who needed an out of his own from his dad. He had an in with a record shop that hired kids during the summer and we all lived pretty rough that summer, but Jewels always came round.

Finally strong enough to look like herself and not Lily’s twin, and was she beautiful first time she let me see the real her. Just like I’d seen the moon the first time. And that was when she decided to find out who her birth family was when her and Petunia and Lily had a row of their own. Something about their dad being sick set them all off. And then about half the year when we got back to Hogwarts I spent most of the year sneaking to Reg’s dorm. Christmas break Reg went round for the first time to Riddle’s hideout and was told to tidy up. Found a hidden hatch in his library. Liked to keep journals and scrapbooks. Bits and pieces that Reg snuck a Muggle camera in the next time to page by page capture what was on it or Riddle’d caught on that someone made a copy. James could never keep his nose out of things for his own good and sniffed out we were up to mischief and by next term again he was back round when he saw we’d drawn Remus in to try and figure out what the clippings meant.

We never told him about the horcruxes, just said it had something to do with Riddle’s plans. Drove him wild and by his last year he’d gotten Lily and Jewels and I were going strong in the break Sev had to take from their friendship when his dad died as he had to help his Mum at home through that. And Dumbledore even though he’s not been a Prefect made James Head Boy since he seemed to turn a new leaf and still required some busy work and heavy tasks to distract that he’d not be on the team again his final year. Did all he could to keep that mark off his file but McGonagall insisted and it transferred to his Ministry file, he got his Auror’s badge but they labeled him a loose canon and never let him out unsupervised.”

Elrond, “How does the pregnancy with Jaqi fit into the drama? I know she bears a weight from it as well.”

“Ah, well, we found out Jewels was pregnant at school first term and over Holiday break final year we spoke to her parents, we needed their permission to wed. And of course I sucked up my pride and went home. Mum almost threw us off the stoop till she caught Jewel’s eyes, Slytherin’s eyes. We shared her bloodline we’d uncovered from the Gaunts and she agreed right away. Signed the license and even set me up with a hefty allowance and changed her will. My cousins Narcissa and Bellatrix had already gotten engaged to wealthy suitors so they no longer required inheritance and Andromeda chose a Muggle. So Mum spoke to our aunt and uncle and they all set up Jaqi’s inheritance as the youngest female descendant, Mum of course wrote me a sum and the properties as the eldest with a larger sum for Reg as long as I swore to always grant him a roof. Which was not a hard deal already said as much to him when we were little.

And of course when we got back Jewels got on an accelerated course which I got pushed into as well to be there when she gave birth. McGonagall was always so supportive so we chose her as Godmother and she took time off too to help us when April came round. Sev showed up when school got out to our house and came with us to visits with my Mum, who loved having another girl for the Black clan, especially one with Slytherin’s eyes. Jewels got a spot with a theater troupe and we had a nice little life, I didn’t mind the lesser rank in the Ministry after their distrust gave me more time with my girls.”

“Distrust?”

“I turned James in. My best friend who took me in. Broke an old boy’s code. Part of how Fudge thought I was guilty of already turned on James once before and stunted his career.” Sirius shook his head, “But I got distracted and forgot to look out for Peter, and, he turned on us all. Harry got James’ brash decisions and assured headstrong nature. Fin’ll be better, safer. I’d give so much to have given Pumpkin a safe and happy childhood, and I will always wear that weight for not having done more. But now I have to keep this boy safe and loved, and hope for better than we could achieve.”

Elrond spoke smoothly, “I have no doubts Jaqi has many fond memories in her childhood, and you are alive. In that she is safe, she has you and her daughter will be her motivation as Phineas is yours to protect the future from errors of the past. I have known war and mutilated cultures, and have raised three safe protected children, who yes, know pain, but also endurance and hope for a brighter tomorrow. Which will be all the brighter thanks to you and you family.”

Sirius chuckled, “I didn’t do much beyond annoy you and the other Lords until Pumpkin showed up by prolonging the wait to find that ring. And she did it with a flick of her wrist. Every bit the same explosive resilience her Mum gave her with those same haunted eyes. I used to flinch sharing my name, now, because of her we are truly the Noble House of Black, Jaqiearae’s line. Sometimes I have no clue where she gets it from.”

Elrond chuckled and replied, “All the mirrors in your home are broken I would presume,” that had the father’s smirk at one another, “It is truth and nothing more. Somewhere in there you had a hand in her steadfast strength.”

Sirius chuckled again, “More like Minerva imbued part of her own fire in my girl, every bit influenced by that brilliant Scot. Couldn’t have chosen a better Godmother. Woman can be downright terrifying with a single tick of her brow and angle of her chin.” After a hushed chuckle he asked with a smirk to his friend, “Now, my turn for a question.” Elrond nodded to that. “What type of husbands has my Pumpkin chosen? And I don’t mean rank. Thranduil has his son and Glorfindel has shared he’s raised kids before, but there’s five babies now, including my granddaughter and I won’t have my Pumpkin or her Jelly Bean suffering from some hidden clause they didn’t know about.”

Elrond’s smile split across his face and he relaxed into this path of sharing more towards the fathering techniques and patterns the both of your husbands had to ease these understandable doubts and questions. While himself in a bout of self soothing as well while from time to time flashes of those memories of your suffering had him wishing more than anything to aid in a smooth transition for the three of you upon tackling the process of learning one another even more and to master the topic of parenting your five children.

“Ready Buckbeak?” You said and the Hippogriff squawked happily behind you with the glare he was giving to the teen winged horses around you to keep them from nipping at you in the circle of appointed adult winged horses from various breeds to guard their own foals that were ready to get flying. Turned around the neck behind you it was easy to hop up onto Buckbeak’s back to signal his turn and trot to take off into the air. Right behind him hooves thundered with at a great distance the students caught the fifty foals and twelve fully grown winged horses that took into the air off towards the Greater Greenwood. Off to the side you soared to let the lead stallions guide the group across the Black Lake and field beyond that. A river came next past a green hilly pasture the herd excitedly eyed and fanned out into their own groups on the stretch for the seemingly endless forest ahead.

Winds thankfully were less harsh beyond the river with a few spotty clouds in between the younger foals were shown which to fly over and which to fly through. Content on the flight Buckbeak soared with feathers rippling to the whip off your curls in a braided ponytail out behind you to the shivers of your sweater secured by your vest. All ignored while you kept your eyes open for any dangers with wand at the ready on your thigh and the other hand on the tolerated scarf around Buckbeak’s neck he preferred to a rope when being ridden. Halfway over Amon Lanc under the shorter trees between the larger trees around the rebuilt keep Elves down below peered up at the stunning creatures that bounced on a new wind current that had shifted and settled again for their formations to relax back into their flight when the group was over the trees again.

Zig zags and long curved path changes you swung around widely helped to cover a vast stretch of the forest from the golden sky long past the moment when the stars surrounded you that hindered clear views of the herds they could hear far above them. Though dipping down between a ring of trees at the clear signs of growing tired into the inner ring of the Palace Buckbeak led the way for a clear spring near the portals that the foals could use to get back to the Forbidden Forest easily once they had rested. Into the open pathways crowds darted and behind the guards with heads turning on their own. Halfway across the field Buckbeak stopped at the trio of boys excitedly jumping beside Thranduil and Glorfindel with Legolas darting out of the Palace himself while Thengel stood open mouthed gawking at the creatures passing him. Loud and clear the snarl from a foal was cut off by Buckbeak’s squawk and kick his way blocking the children with his body, through which you swung your leg over and slid off his back to walk to the trio.

“Hey boys. Come meet Buckbeak.” Excitedly they hurried over to the Hippogriff that you explained and guided them on strokes of his head and the ends of his wings he stretched for them.

Thengel came over, “These are your steeds?”

When you met his eye you smiled and said, “Not mainly. Hippogriffs rarely allow people to ride them, but Buckbeak was born and raised at Hogwarts around us, wild ones don’t hardly let people around them and Pegasus even less so. These, well the golden breeds,” you said pointing over the foals fanned out at the stream to drink while the Stallions took turns drinking and keeping watch with a pure white stallion that lingered near Buckbeak. “They were raised on Hogwarts grounds, most of the others except for Nimbus here were wild ones we rescued from the war. They normally live on cliff sides and tend to attack people who come close. Even Nimbus won’t let people ride him but,” you said waving your wand over your palm summoning a tray of fruit that lured it closer with wings fidgeting excitedly. “He can be bribed to tolerate people at a distance. Oddly enough the fanged breeds are the ones who can be brought around people, the fangless breeds remain in their nests on the cliffs. Should have their homes ready for them soon enough to be released to. For now these little guys needed their first flight.”

Thengel watched you walk over and hover a slice up for him to eat and their mouths dropped open again at the fangs revealed. The snacks however lured a couple grey freckled foals closer you offered fruit to turning more heads from the foals that refused to come closer but still tolerated the treats for each of them. Nimbus however was off with a haughty tail flick to get his own drink as the boys came closer as Legolas asked, “Does Buckbeak not eat fruit?”

“He eats dead ferrets actually.” You said with a smirk in his move closer to circle Thengel to get a look at his daughter behind his boots. “Probably not as fun for little kids to watch.”

Glorfindel said in a step closer to your side, “I recall you mentioning Unicorns as well. What do they eat?”

Estel with an apple sliced up from his snack inside he’d brought out to the sight of the herd timidly watched Buckbeak curious if he should offer him the apple he’d moved away from earlier in their pets. Thengel looked from the Hippogriff’s back to you, “Unicorns?” then back to his daughter he picked up granting her courage to touch Buckbeak’s head.

With a smile you giggled and popped off to the Forbidden Forest puzzling the golden haired King while Thranduil and Legolas took a creeping step to inspect the oddly pink group of foals mingled with a mint green pair.

Suddenly your doorway appeared and through it gasps were earned at the sight of a shimmering Unicorn that timidly followed you through it into the clearing near the wide eyed boys. Onto the tray peaches appeared and once sliced they were lowered to the boys it lowered its head to peer at analytically. Thengel just about shrieked in excitement yet held it back to a squeak in Buckbeak’s path to your side at your summoning some ferrets for him to eat off to the side near the stream the herd left to walk to the doorway to head home again. With a grin you turned to offer a slice of the peaches to the Unicorn peering over your shoulder, “And Unicorns, rarely come out at all, but Tibby here was found as a filly and raised by a friend of mine at Hogwarts. Still shy but for small bursts she’ll let the students inspect her for lessons.”

Inched closer to your offered palm the boys lifted the slices that she crept closer to your hushed whisper for confidence in that she was safe. Her moonlit shimmering coat had the Elves in awe watching her timidly take each slice offered. At the end of the Pegasus herd leaving a curious golden filly crept closer to the doorway and to her mother’s side came an even more stunning golden filly crept to the excited boys, “And this is Libby, Tibby’s youngest, and possibly bravest.” You giggled out at Tibby’s move to hide her head behind you in Thengel’s move closer.

Thengel asked, “Why are they afraid?”

You turned to say, “Because they’ve been hunted nearly to extinction before. Most only approach women they come across,” you said at Tibby’s head lowering to the boys’ pats on her legs that she answered with letting them pat her snout. Libby drew the closest to Thengel in his lowering his daughter who accepted a slice from you to feed her earning giggles from the girl. “Now we have strict laws protecting their herds and territory they live in that the Centaurs defend mercilessly. After all it’s unforgivable to harm a creature so pure, in fact those who do live a half life, a cursed life. We do use the hairs from their tails for wands but only shed hairs the Centaurs trade with us annually.” Down Tibby’s neck your hand smoothed at her warning snicker that she was ready to head back home in Buckbeak’s trot to the doorway to inspect an odd birdcall.

Thengel’s eyes however caught on one of the Centaur’s that came into view on his rounds that kept on seeing that you were there to guard the pair close to only you and the children. “I cannot fathom anyone harming these beautiful creatures.”

That had you grin in the mare’s eager turn with a final snatch of the last peach slice on the tray with her tail brushing against your arm answered with a pat on her back hip. Up to your side Libby trotted and reared up making you giggle in her hooves pressing to your hips allowing you to press a kiss to the side of her snout while your hand stroked the other side. Down she went in a turn trotting after her mother through the doorway that vanished behind her. Excitedly the boys chuckled as you lowered and gave you tight hugs chattering about the creatures on the way to bring you to supper.

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Masterlist - Elves

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A Dream Come True 🌸⚡️ - You find yourself in Middle Earth, injured and alone until Legolas finds you.

Oh Deer 🌸⚡️ - When Legolas heard you scream for help, this wasn’t what he expected.

Gentlemen in Distress 🌸 - In which the Fellowship learns they shouldn’t always be so protective over you.

Human Anatomy 🌸⚡️🐢 - When you’re injured during training, you try to hide it from Legolas.

Misunderstandings ⚡️⚡️🌸 - Not everything is always what it seems. Even when you find your best friend and Legolas together. In a bedroom.

The Right One 🌸🌸❤️ - Legolas always tries to sabotage your dates... Now why is that?

You’re My Home 🌸🌸 - You get sick and Legolas is beside himself with worry.

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Stay - 🌸💦

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Chapter XVII

A Kili X OC fanfic

Previous chapter // Next chapter

Tw: Thranduil being a bitch (Luna, ruining your favorite Tolkien characters since 2021), Bilbo and Raewyn being adorably caught up in rather uncomfortable misconceptions of cultures. Raewyn threatens to kill herself, but it’s merely words, don’t worry. Mentions/description of an isolation cell. Mentions of hanging someone. Lot of skips, but it will make sense in act III.

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Accusations, lies and unintended actions….a filler, but not so much

"Who?" Raewyn uttered, narrowing her eyes at the elven king.

"The former queen of Greenwood." He immediately revealed, now standing in front of the Asha.

Raewyn's eyes widened at his words, truly confused by the sudden revelations.

"I think you are mistaken." She argued. "I have not once met any Silvan elves. Let alone wander through these woods. I could not have encountered your queen."

"And you did not," Thranduil confessed. "But your kin did."

"My kin died." The ranger shot back, spitting the words out like venom.

"And they went unpunished."

"They died!" Raewyn fumed.

"Your kin cannot stand trial for their deeds, so you must." The king finalized. "Either you stand trial and perhaps manage to walk out of here alive, or your final breath will be taken in these halls."

Raewyn gaped at the king, shaking her head as she tried to look around for any form of sympathy. Yet, upon noticing none with an apologetical face, she turned back to the king, frowning when she met his eyes.

"How can I defend myself for something I did not even know happened?" She ranted.

"You cannot." The king agreed. "But Oakenshield insisted on a trial."

At those words, she let her eyes wander the room, landing on Thorin, who offered her a mere nod.

"Shall we begin?" Thranduil announced, causing a feeling of pure dread and fear to run through Raewyn's stomach. And even though Thorin had stalled for time by demanding a trial, she already knew there was little, to no chance of her ever escaping these halls. All she could do now, was talk around the subject for as long as she could.

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In the dungeons, the dwarves wallowed away in silence, trying to find any form of distraction or comfort. Fili had been anxiously biting on the inside of his cheek, running his tongue over his teeth every so often, casting occasional looks towards the empty cell in front of him.

In the cell next to him, Kili was inspecting a polished black stone. The red-haired elf from earlier walked through the dungeons, keeping an eye on every single one of the dwarves, when her eyes caught Kili flipping the rock in the air, catching it halfway. She paused in front of him, looking down at the object.

"The stone in your hand, what is it?" She asked.

"It is a talisman." The dwarf began. "A powerful spell lies upon it. If any dwarf reads the runes on this stone, they will be forever cursed." As he spoke those words, he held the stone in front of him, showing the runes to the elf. She took a step back in shock, looking back at the floor.

"Or not," Kili quickly shot as the elf prepared herself to walk away. "Depending on whether you believe that kind of thing. It's just a token." He shrugged, smiling at the elf, who kindly smiles back.

"A runestone." He clarifies. "My mother gave it to me so I'd remember my promise."

"What promise?"

"That I will come back to her. She worries. She thinks I'm reckless." The dwarf spoke.

"Are you?" The elf wondered.

"Nah." Kili scoffed, tossing up his runestone. When he reached out to catch the object, it tipped out of his hand, rolling out through the bars on his door. As the elf reached down to grab it, Kili dared to look up, now focused on the sound coming from the halls of Mirkwood. Dread immediately filled his system as he thought of Raewyn, who was up there now for her supposed death trial. The possibilities about what the elves were cheering about were enough to send his mind reeling.

"What will happen with Raewyn?" He asked the elf, who was staring at the runes on his stone. She looked down at the dwarf, almost frowning in sympathy.

"The Asha?" She questioned, to which Kili frantically nodded. "I fear I cannot tell you that."

"Why not?" Kili prodded. "Can you not at least tell me what she is on trial for?"

The elf looked down at her feet, debating on whether or not to walk away. But when her eyes met the dwarf's, desperation was written in them. And she could not deny him that answer.

"She murdered Greenwood's queen. That is what she is on trial for." She revealed.

And for once, Kili did not know what to say. Sure, Raewyn had quite the reputation for her, but she would not kill any queen. If anything, she had told him to have never even set foot in Mirkwood's forest. She always walked around.

"She could not have." He whispered.

"She did not. Smaug did." The elf conceded. "When the fire drake flew above our forests, her family was running from the beast. They came to us for shelter, but Thranduil refused." She now whispered, almost as if she was scared someone would hear her. "It was the queen who pitied them and ran after them to welcome the family. That's when the dragon struck."

Silence struck the two. Tauriel was not quite sure on what to say anymore, knowing that the elves would never believe a word the dwarf would utter, if he did dare to speak. And Kili was simply too stunned to speak. Raewyn was on trial for something she never did.

"He can't do this." Fili now protested, having heard the entire conversation from the cell next to his brother.

"Why would he shove this onto Raewyn?"

"Because she is the last Asha to live," The elf sighed. "And the king has never been able to forgive himself for what happened. So he blamed it on the family she ran after."

"No," Kili mumbled, shaking his head. "You cannot let that happen." He pleaded, standing up from his spot.

"Does she get a fair trial?" Fili asked, now also standing up in his cell.

"I did not know she even got a trial until a few minutes ago." The elf confessed. "Primarily, they were going to execute her the second she stepped out of her cell."

"That does not answer my question." Fili demanded.

"No." Tauriel sighed. "I would not count on it. Thranduil was very keen on hanging your friend once he heard she was in our dungeons."

"You have to stop them!" Kili urged, slamming his frame against the bars, as if it would genuinely help him escape.

"I am afraid I am in no position to do that." The elf objected. "And you are in no position to tell me what to do."

"Raewyn did nothing wrong!" Fili exclaimed now. "Your position does not matter. You must recognize injustice when you see it. She cannot die for things she never did!"

"You cannot let her die!" Kili agreed.

"You are our prisoners. I cannot betray my king for the words of dwarves in our dungeons."

"Please." Kili pleaded. "You could travel with us if your king comes after you."

"We could!" Fili announced desperately.

"What would you do when people behind bars ask you to betray the one person who welcomed you in their kingdom?" The elf returned.

"What makes the most sense." Fili answered nearly immediately.

"You must see that your king is wrong!" Kili objected.

"I am sorry." Tauriel apologized, dropping the stone back in Kili's cell.

She began to walk away, casting one last pitiful glance to the two dwarves, staring after her as if they were waiting for a miracle.

"But I fear I cannot help you."

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As Tauriel wandered off from the dungeons, one of the elven guards ran up to her, ready to report. "Orcs." He huffed, seemingly having run all this way down.

"Orcs at the gates."

Tauriel frowned at his speech, not having dealt with orcs for a long while.

"Should we send out scouts?" He asked her.

The captain of the guard, took a quick look behind her back, looking at the dwarves, which had been extremely silent since she had passed them. Her eyes fell back on the Durin siblings, who seemed to have admitted their defeat. And then there was this little voice at the back of her head, suddenly calling louder than it had ever called before.

"We should tell Thranduil." She decided, already taking her place on the stairs.

"My captain," The elf protested. "He is busy with the Asha trial."

"It can wait," Tauriel spoke. "Orcs do not."

—

With heavy footsteps, Tauriel entered the main hall. Thranduil had been seated on his throne, looking down at the ranger, who was glaring at the elven king, quiet as ever.

"My king, the orcs have reached our borders." Tauriel spoke, her voice steadfast, not sparing a second look at Raewyn, her eyes set on the taller elf on top of the throne.

"Are you not captain of the guard, Tauriel?" Thranduil questioned.

He would not risk that final chance of redemption for a couple of orcs near his borders. They would be dealt with later. This trial had to happen now.

"Yes, my lord, but-"

"Get rid of the orcs. That is your job." The king interrupted, waving off Tauriel's words.

"My king," Tauriel protested. "Does it not make you wonder how many more orcs might lie in our forest?"

"We shall discuss this later." Thranduil concluded, silently ushering for her to leave. A final look was taken towards the ranger, who was subtly looking around the room, as if looking for something. When she looked back at the king, the elf bowed her head slightly, taking her leave in defeat.

——

"Raewyn Asha, your kin murdered Greenwood's queen; Êlúriel Nenluin. Do you deny this?" The king began as Tauriel abandoned the room.

"I can neither deny nor confirm your words." Raewyn sighed, knowing lying would not get her anywhere to begin with. Not anywhere good in any case.

"No." Thranduil agreed. "But I can, and I will, for I saw it with my own eyes." He explained, leaning down on his throne, nearly taunting the smaller ranger. "Which gives me the distinct advantage."

"Is there anyone here who can testify for that?" Raewyn spoke, boldly, staring directly at the two guards beside Thranduil's throne.

"Raewyn..." Thorin warned under his breath.

"Will you not take my word?" The king smiled, knowing he had the woman cornered.

"You are the one sending me to my death for something I did not know happened, so why don't you think?" Raewyn dared.

In truth, she had been terrified, but she would not give Thranduil the satisfaction of frightening the ranger. She would stand tall for as long as she could. And right now, she felt as if she was on the right track, for he did seem ticked off by her proclamations.

"You make great accusations for someone of your stature." Thranduil sneered.

"And you give small threats for someone so tall." The Asha countered, glaring up at the blond elf, not letting any sense of fear slip past her eyes. And for a second, it seemed to work.

"I would not say death is such a small threat." The elven king defended, now standing up from his seat.

"Death?" The woman scoffed. "She's a family friend."

"Need I remind you that insulting a king can result in punishment too?" The king retaliated harshly, marching up to the woman.

"A fate worse than death? I do wonder what that could be." She tested, raising her head proudly, keeping her eyes on Thranduil's.

And with those words, the elven king smirked, halting his steps. He observed the ranger for a quick minute, before his eyes got caught on something shiny. Something silver, stuck at the bottom of her hair. Without any hesitation, he swiftly grabbed the dagger of one of his guards, slicing the braid halfway, letting the locks of hair with the bead fall onto his hand.

Raewyn's heart felt heavy when she heard the knife slicing through her hair, cutting the strands that held her family bead together off. Even Thorin swore he could see the sudden pain behind her posture. He could only imagine what it must have felt like. And for as far as he could come, it was not a pleasant feeling.

"As do I." Thranduil spoke, observing the silver bead in his hands, hanging it in front of Raewyn's face proudly. "But I intend to find out, ranger. Three days in isolation before your execution would do you well."

The ranger swallowed thickly, staring at her own jewelry, that which had been passed down from generation to generation, dangling from the king's cruel hands. "Oh yes," She coughed, before speaking sarcastically, "three days on my own does sound quite terrible."

"We can make it four." Thranduil sneered.

"Make it five."

"What are you doing?" Thorin whispered, though Raewyn chose to ignore him.

"I would let you rot down there for years, but I would be forced to hear your annoying nagging and sorrowful exclamations for many moons." The king revealed. "Your execution will take place in four days. And your company will be there to witness it."

"Five days." Raewyn pushed.

"Four days." The king stated, untangling the braid in his hand, letting the bead fall into his other hand as he mindlessly dropped her hair onto the floor, missing the looks it gave the Asha and the dwarf in front of him.

"Five days." Raewyn swallowed. "Or I will kill myself before you can."

"You think it matters to me how you die?" Thranduil boomed.

"You would let your only chance of revenge slip from your fingers like that?" Raewyn was quick to counter, surprising nearly everyone in the room.

The king merely stared at her, his expression unreadable, as if it had been set in stone.

"Five days." He spoke, before gesturing towards the two smaller creatures.

"Take the dwarf back to his cell, and put the Asha in isolation. Do not let her pass the dungeons." He ultimately commanded his guards, turning around as to face his back to the small crowd, obviously done with his 'trial'.

The two elven guards marched up to Thorin and Raewyn, grabbing them harshly as they shoved the two forward, making both dwarves stumble in their steps, trying to regain their balance.

"Walk." One elf ordered rudely, shoving Thorin forward again, who begrudgingly followed their words.

As the four walked down all those stairs again, Thorin could not help but look at the ranger every so often. She had appeared so calm and collected throughout the whole ordeal. She even managed to test Thranduil's nerves, while he would have been calling him out for what he truly was. He could not quite grasp how Raewyn managed to act like that. Even more when she insisted on five days of isolation.

"What was all that for?" Thorin mumbled, catching Raewyn's attention. He knew she was looking at the half-cut strand of hair, but he would not mention it to her. Not now.

"That, Oakenshield, was proof that Thranduil can be negotiated with." She revealed in a hushed voice. "Even with something this important to him."

"When will we ever need that information?" He muttered back, making sure the elves could not hear him.

"When you get out." Raewyn answered, her voice now almost quiet, as if it had not even been there to begin with.

"Do you not understand? We will not get out of here." Thorin whispered harshly.

"Will you not?" The ranger almost smiled. "Tell me, Oakenshield, where is our master burglar?"

——

Bilbo had been sneaking around the halls of Mirkwood the second the dwarves entered the dungeons. While his company was locked up, the hobbit had busied himself with finding the keys to get them out. Until he ended up in the same room as the elven king. No one had noticed the hobbit yet, but Bilbo could not help but worry. Something about the demeanor of the Mirkwood elves had intimidated him. Even as he grew invisible.

So when the king called out into the darkness, Bilbo could not help, but feel as if he had been talking to the smaller creature hidden out of sight.

"I know you're there." He began. "Why do you linger in the shadows?"

Much to Bilbo's relief, a red-haired elf, whom he had seen earlier, appeared from behind a pillar.

"I was coming to report to you." She spoke, walking up to the elven king.

"I thought I ordered that nest to be destroyed not two moons past." Thranduil remarked, referring to the earlier occurring spiders.

"We cleared the forest as ordered, my lord, but more spiders keep coming from the south. They are spawning in the ruins of Dol Goldur." The elf defended. "If we could kill them at their source-"

"That fortress lies beyond our borders. Keep our lands clear of those foul creatures. That is your task." The king ordered.

"And when we drive them off, what then? Will they not spread to other lands?"

"Other lands are not my concern." Thranduil decided. "The fortunes of the world will rise and fall, but here, in this kingdom, we will endure."

Silence struck the two, which Bilbo almost took as his leave. Almost. Until the king spoke up again.

"What of the orcs?"

"We fend them off. But their count was merely three. I suspect more are on the lurk." Tauriel revealed, shaking her head lightly.

"My lord," She spoke, her tone now more hesitant. "Why punish the Asha?"

And those were the words that truly gained Bilbo's attention. He had heard of a trail happening, but he had taken that chance of distraction to capture the keys. However, it could be no coincidence that the two were talking about his friend shortly after the whole trial.

"You question my decision?" Thranduil asked, turning around to face the captain of the guard.

"No, my king." She muttered, bowing her head.

"But?"

"She did not kill our queen." Tauriel spoke. "She does not know what came to pass all those years ago."

"She is as guilty as her kin was." The blond elf announced, his voice sterner than it had been before. "When you grow up in a family where murder is a reasonable solution, you cannot expect the child to behave with common courtesy and well wishes. Will that be all, Tauriel?"

Bilbo silently hissed at the words, no longer expecting any other speech about his friend. The only thing that soothed his mind about their words, was the fact they spoke about Raewyn in present time and not past, for that would have held even more ill thoughts above his head.

With lead in his feet, he snuck down to the dungeons, trying to find the guards who were sure to hold that key he had been so desperately looking for. He wandered through the countless halls and stairs, hoping to find some familiar place he had walked before, but everything just seemed entirely new to him. Even as he turned back around at a wrong turn.

Eventually, he had reached one of the deepest levels in the Mirkwood halls, landing in something that seemed to have been a wine storage.

"We're out of drink." One elf slurred, alerting Bilbo. Slowly, the hobbit turned around, looking at the two elves sitting at a table, participating in what had appeared to be some sort of card game.

"These empty barrels should have been sent back to Esgaroth hours ago. The bargeman will be waiting for them." The second spoke.

"Say what you like about our ill-tempered king, but he has excellent taste in wine. Come, Elros, try it."

"I have the dwarves and Asha in my charge." The elf argued, dangling the keys in the air, before hanging them on a hook in the wall.

"They're locked up." The drinking elf debated. "Where can they go?"

——

"Raewyn?" Bilbo spoke hushed, walking past all the cells with closed doors. Doors where no one could look into. For as far as he heard from the elves, Raewyn was locked in one of the isolation cells for four days, though Bilbo did not know which one. So he tried every single door; knocking on it gently as he called her name.

"Raewyn?" He tried again, knocking on the next door. When no response was heard, he sighed, moving towards the next one.

"Raewyn?" He wondered at the fifth door, but once again, he was answered by silence.

"Bilbo?" Someone suddenly called from a few doors up front. The hobbit's ears perked up at the sound, an immediate smile making its way onto his face. He quickly ran towards the voice, knocking on the door to make sure it was indeed his friend.

"Are you in here?" He asked, laying his ear against the wood.

"Yes!" The ranger squeezed out. "Can you open the door?"

"Y-yes." Bilbo returned, fumbling with the keys in his hand. "I think so, yes."

With every key he tried in the lock, his heart raced more. Only a few keys were left, and he could not leave his friend in the dark. Not now. And so, he desperately began looking for the correct key, trying to make as little sound as possible.

"Bilbo?" Raewyn asked from the other side of the door.

"I have the right key, give me a moment." He pleaded, now turning the keys faster.

"I trust you," she ensured. "But you don't happen to have found my armor laying around somewhere, have you?"

The hobbit frowned at her words, his tongue slipping past his lips for a second, focusing on the annoying pieces of metal in his hands.

"I have not." He answered truthfully. "The king must have stored them elsewhere, but we don't have the time to look for them."

With a final twist of the key, the door finally opened, light streaming into the cold, and insanely dark room. Quickly, Bilbo took the ring off, storing it in his pocket before his friend could see the object. Raewyn's hair was tousled around, as if she had been tugging on it, and her cheeks appeared rosier than they had usually been. Had Raewyn not ran at Bilbo with such an alarming speed, he might have seen the red, swollen eyes she had, and the wet skin around them, but he did not.

Raewyn had already lifted the smaller hobbit off the ground, scooping him into a hug. Bilbo hesitantly accepted the hug, his feet dangling over the floor, yet his arms found their way around Raewyn's shoulder.

"I am sorry I took so long." He apologized.

"It is okay, men umrai." She soothed, lowering the hobbit. "I knew you would not leave us."

"Even after you told me to leave?" Bilbo asked confused.

"Especially after I told you to leave." Raewyn confessed, a smile climbing onto her face. "However my heart would be happy knowing you were somewhere safe, it pleases me to see that you decided to come back for us."

The hobbit nodded towards her in thanks, as the ranger glanced at the keys in his hand.

"Walk with me. I know where the rest is." She announced, already taking the lead.

"Raewyn, wait!" The hobbit called after her.

When she turned around to face him, he gestured for her to come closer, making her lean in closer. Bilbo swiftly raised his hand, gently flattening it against the top of her head, before letting them run through her hair, trying to smooth out the pieces that had appeared so disheveled. The Asha froze under his hold, not entirely sure on what to do. Did Bilbo even know what he was doing?

"Ehm.... Bilbo...." She began, hesitating slightly. "I-I'm not quite sure how to tell you, but I don't..." She muttered. "You see, you're not my..."

"What's wrong?" Bilbo asked, completely oblivious.

"W-what do you know about dwarven culture?" Raewyn stuttered out.

"Not that much, but just-" And then, the gears in his head finally began to turn, his eyes widening in realization.

"Oh, dear." He uttered. "You are a good good friend, but-"

"No, I'm not.... I mean, you are not really....It's okay." Raewyn interrupted.

"I am so sorry." Bilbo apologized, taking a step back to give Raewyn more space.

"It's alright. It's just, you're not my One, so it's really-"

"It's weird.... I am sorry for that. I might have forgotten-" Bilbo went on.

"No, it's fine. You are a dear friend, it's okay." The Asha tried to calm down.

"No, but I overstepped. I'm sorry." The hobbit mumbled, looking down at the ground in shame.

"Bilbo, it's okay." Raewyn managed out. "Just give me a warning next time."

"Okay." Bilbo whispered, now too flustered to look back up. Raewyn noticed his struggle and quickly flattened her hair.

"What about now?" She questioned, ushering Bilbo to look back up. When his eyes met hers for a short moment, he gave her a nod.

"You should..." He instructed, wiping his own cheeks, as if wiping off tears. Raewyn quickly caught onto his meaning, following his instructions.

"Perfect." Bilbo agreed, holding one thumb up. "We should really go."

"Yes." The ranger spoke, turning around, before flattening her hair once more.

"Let's go."

——

Regarding Êlúriel Nenluin: It never was clear what happened to Thranduil's wife. She might have been alive during the hobbit for all we know, but Bilbo just chose not to mention her. Therefor, for the storyline, especially later on, I have decided that in this story, she has died. Once again, this is not canon, but canonically, we do not know what happened to her. Êlúriel was the name of the queen, Nenluin was the nickname Thranduil gave her. She is often mentioned with both names next to each other, hence why I used it here. I hope this makes sense.

Men umrai: My friend in Khuzdul (Dwarvish)

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