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"King Thranduil ! My King ! There is a messenger from Imladris. He says he is in possession of an important letter from Lord Elrond and that he can only give it to you in person. He is waiting outside!" announced one of the guard in station behind the main gate of Mirkwood, slightly out of breath.

"Very well, let him come in." replied the King. He was slightly worried but hid it well behind a mask of cool indifference. Something about the situation and the obvious urgency of the messenger was highly troublesome.

The messenger was a young elf wearing the armor of Imladris. He approached until he could kneel in front of the throne and handed Thranduil the letter. The blond elf took it and opened it without another word.

"King Thranduil of Greenwood;

My dear friend, ..."

Flashback:

Thranduil really did not want to be here. But an invitation from his friend Elrond along with Galadriel, the Lady of Lothlórien, could not be refused. And in truth whatever the purpose of this visit may be, intrigued him a little. But only a little. That's why he was here along with his wife and son in those wonderful woods. He had received the letter only a few weeks ago, and had decided almost immediately that his friend was a damn traitor and a coward.

"King Thranduil of Greenwood;

My dear friend, as you already know my wife's sister, Elwing is wed to the Isil Elves' King, Lómion Aeglosion. And I'm sure you are aware that twenty years ago they were blessed with an elfling. It was decided by both Galadriel and Celebrían that small disagreements between our realms should not keep our families apart and so they both called a reunion in Lothlórien to talk about an eventual alliance.

Being the King of Greenwood your presence is of course expected. And whilst I do not completely agree that you are required, I find myself unwilling to raise the ire of either my wife or mother-in-law. I hope of course for the support of my dear friend.

Your friend,

Lord Elrond of Imladris"

Small disagreements? What a joke! The Isil elves; elves of the Moon, were as the Grey Elves, Sindar and thus Moriquendi. Elves of the Night. They had never seen the light of the Trees of Valinor. But that was as far as their similarities went. Whereas the Sindar had become a strong and noble race under the reign of Thingol and Melian, the Isil elves had found a particular interest in magic and Dark Arts. They had been persuaded that darkness and evil were not to be relied upon.

Their King in those early days had been Dairiun, an excellent leader but also a curious and ambitious elf. He wanted to look were everyone else would have been afraid, and to bear what the others would have deemed unbearable. That was why of the Valar, it was Nienna, sister of Mandos and Irmo, Mistress of Grief and Mourning, who took an interest in them. She it was, who had accorded Dairiun's line great powers; dark powers. In exchange, it was understood that Nienna had imposed a level of suffering in their lives that would demand that they use their powers wisely.

'He doomed his line to suffering, all for some tainted powers.' thought the fair King bitterly. The Kingdom of the Isil elves was called Seregon and was hidden in the Hithaeglir -or Misty Mountains- between Imladris and Greenwood. It was said that it was impossible to find the entry without the permission of the descendants of Dairiun, because of their powers.

Thranduil considered his few interactions with this people. The Isil elves were easy to recognize for their hair were of the color of the night and their eyes were of a light shade of gray, almost shining, looking as the Moon in the sky. The legend said that their hair was made to blend in the Shadow and their eyes to pierce its mysteries.

It seemed that officially, the wedding between Elwing and King Lómion Aeglosion was to ease relations between the Isil and Noldor. But what few people knew, Thranduil amongst them, was that both had fallen madly in love at the first sight of each other. It was a rare occurrence. Thranduil was even persuaded that they were Soulmates.

Thranduil smiled wryly to himself. Their story was fit the cliché of heroic deeds. Elwing's escort had been attacked on the way from Lothlórien to Imladris by Orcs and a party of Isils elves led by Lómion that was in the vicinity, had come to their defence and salvation.

Lómion had been injured whilst protecting Elwing and she had decided to take him to Imladris, to the care of her brother-in-law. After that and despite Elrond and Celebrían's warnings to the two had spend much time together. Then after a brief trip to Lothlórien, in which the Isil King had asked Celeborn and Galadriel for Elwing's hand in marriage, their troth was plighted and the events set in train for a formal wedding. Thranduil could not but admire the courage as well as the temerity, of both Lómion and Elrond, in both supporting and pursuing this unlikely alliance.

So here Thranduil was, walking toward the place where the banquet would be held, hoping to be able to talk with someone, either Elrond or Celeborn, about the madness of their wives before the beginning of the feast. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't see the elfling who ran toward him until he felt something bump onto his legs. When he look down he saw a mop of dark blond hair and a pair of big grey eyes ready to unleash a torrent of tears.

The elfling was obviously running through the hall without looking where she was going. She had knocked herself into the King's legs. Knowing from experience that if he didn't act quickly he would find himself with a crying and very upset elfling he crouched to his knees and took a nice and open face.

"Mae Govannen tithen pen. What is your name?"

Now that he could see her correctly he found that her hair was not really dark blond at all but a dark brown on the crown which quickly descended to become a very bright gold, almost like a Vanya. She was a perfect melange of Elwing's golden hair and green eyes and Lómion's black hair and gray eyes. He found it was not difficult to guess who she was.

"I am not supposed to tell my name to strangers." was the shy answer.

'Well a least she has some brain' thought the King, 'unlike two peredhel twins I happen to know'.

"And if I tell you my name I will not be a stranger anymore, yes?" after a hesitant nod from the elfling he continued "My name is Thranduil Oropherion, I am the King of Greenwood the Great."

"You are a King like my ada?" her eyes were now wide open and she looked at him with something like admiration.

'Yes I really think I could like her', he thought to himself. When he nodded she hurried on to explain:

"I was supposed to come back to my room before the big dinner to let my nana help me into a beautiful dress, even if I really don't like dresses, because you know it is a big big dinner, But I lost myself..." And if the excitation in the child's voice had gone crescendo during her explanation, this last phrase was mumbled in such a low voice that the older elf almost did not catch it.

"Well, I happen to know where all the rooms are, so maybe if I take you there you will be able to find yours?"

End Flashback

Thranduil's eyes swept over line after line in the letter before his gaze was inevitably drawn to the letter's conclusion.

"... and so it is with great sadness that I inform you of the death of the King and the Queen of Seregon, along with their young Princess.

Your friend,

Lord Elrond of Imladris"

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