Author's note

: hi guys! ive always thought King Thranduil should have more pairings so i decided to write one, which happens to be my very first one! so reviews would be really appreciated! and please go easy on me, im new at this.

Disclaimer: The Elven king Thranduil does not (sadly) belong to me nor those any other character actually found in the trilogy but is the property of The late Great J.R.Tolkien, oh! Aya is mine of course!

'thoughts'

"English"

"Sindarin"

Chapter 1

It was deathly quiet as a figure lay still on the dark earth, what little sunlight could steal its way into the thicky murky forest gave way to reveal a thick set of eyelashes fluttering against a dark warm skin. Her equally dark hair braided intricately, spilled over her shoulders clinking with beads adorned on her hair. And with rustling of her robes, she woke slowly lifting her aching body to sit up.

Aya looked around to survey her surroundings, her striking hazel eyes absorbing every detail. something was wrong, something was very wrong, 'i dont recognise this place, where am i, what is this place?' the foliage and trees were nothing like she had seen before nor did the ground bear any feel of familiarity, moving to stand a sharp pain engulfed her leg, looking down she noticed the swelling of her foot along with a small cut as though it had never been there.

A memory blossomed as another bout of pain pierced her foot

' a young lady burst into the room, her simply ash and blue long sleeved dress revealing her status as a servant "Ayatani! my lady! you must hurry! we have to leave before they-" loud screams along were heard in the hall way, the servant girl wasted no time as she grabbed the young lady and pushed down the candle holder beside the vanity mirror on the wall, a narrow door opened in the wall and the servant girl quickly pushed Aya in, "minaka! whats going on?! where is father?!" the servant girl pushed an object into her ladys hands, Aya looked to see her hands enclosed around a small dagger. It was a ceremonial dagger father had gifted her on her last begetting day, looking back up to demand answers her words died in her throat as minaka embraced her "minaka?" her shoulder grew wet "it was an honour serving one such as you my lady, perhaps in another life we couldve have been friends" before anymore could be said, minaka pushed her further in "go! you run till you leave the castle grounds and dont look back!" and with that the door closed covering aya in darkness, using the dank humid walls as her anchor she walked her only company being the sound of her foot steps and the fluttering over her over coat behind her.

Tired scared and alone, she continued on until she felt an end, hands feeling for the object in front of her, she squinted trying to see, 'wood!' she gave it a nudge, testing the strength, it shook with the telling frailty that came with age and poor care, stepping a bit, she slammed her body into the door, the wood splintered but still stood in place, stepping back even further she rammed her hurting shoulder into the door and spilled to the other side as the wood finally gave way to her force, breathing hard she looked around her, this was the forest surrounding the outer palace, she stilled as she heard distance voices and steps coming from behind her. Not looking back, she took off into the forest.

Her heart raced faster than her feet as she ran through the forest, strange how just the day before she had ventured here peaceful and calm, her heart singing along with the forest, at the moment however Aya could think of nothing else but the threat upon her life, how many behind her were there, she couldn't tell for her heart drowned in fear and motivation. Too caught up in her thoughts to notice before it was too late, her foot caught under a root cutting her sandal strap and tripping her down the slopes beside the hill. Groaning she rolled unto her back and began to sit up when she felt her foot throb in pain, she turned to see her dagger a ways from her laying still on the ground, as she crawled towards it, she failed to notice the engravings on the sheath bleed red until she held it, with her body drained aching and in pain, darkness quickly took her.

A small object gleamed in the dirt not too far from where she had fallen caught her attention 'my dagger!' with effort she stood wincing as she limped to pick it up. A twig snapped, startled she turned behind her to see a large creature, dark and hairy, its large pincers hissing in anticipation as its many legs advanced towards. Aya stood, shaken with fear, never having seen a spider grow more than the size of her palm let alone one that towered easily above her. With a thud of one of its appendages indicating its closing proximity toward her, her mind snapped and with it her feet as she fled in terrror further into the woods.

Hot on the her tail, the creature gave chase immediately, having no desire to lose its prey, her ankle burned with a searing pain which she paid very little mind to due to her body and very being screaming the need to run and fast. Running, felt the ground vibrate even more violently causing her to look behind only to find more of those horrid things behind her. Turning too late, she could not avoid incoming branch which slapped her off her feet, slamming her back unto the ground, crying out in agony, spots danced around her vision as she struggled to fight the darkness her overwhelming pain threatened on her. Her robe jumbled around her as struggled to shrink backwards in a desperate attempt to flee from the spiders closing in, suddenly two arrows embedded into the head of a spider on her left, sending crumbling down and squealing as it died, its death signalled a barrage of arrows from different unknown locations in the trees. One after the other the spiders were felled, her rescuers leaving no chance for any to escape, breathing in hard and laboured breaths she looked away from dead spiders only to meet her gaze on arrows surrounding and aiming at her. Even if she wanted to or tried to, there was no where to escape to, a voice had spoken to her, beautiful and lilting, causing her to look up to the sight of a tall man beautiful enough to be mistaken for a woman however, what caught her breath was the pointing ears sticking from the locks of long straight hair framing his face, the strange man spoke again, hostile, in a language she'd never heard of causing her to go blank "Who are you?! and how did you get into our borders undetected?" Another one just like him, approached her, only this one spoke differently than the other, he stood with his sword sheathed, "do you understand the common tongue?" She nodded still too dazed to speak, "how did you get here passed our borders? speak and do not lie or i will ensure you receive a fate worse than what those spiders planned for you" his dark eyes flashed revealing the truth in his words, forcing her to open her mouth "i-i dont know, i woke up and found myself here" her body shook from fear mixing with the pain that had previously racked her body "are you a spy?have you come seeking to gain a foothold so the enemy can destroy us?!" his face twisted into one of distrust and anger as he spat out his suspicions, Aya's eyes widened as she stumbled through her words trying piece out a sentence that was believable "no! im not a spy! i dont know how i got here,i dont even know where here is!" breathing harshly as she looked at the one questioning her, another one who had been unrelenting in pinning her movement with an arrow spoke in that strange language again " she is unrelenting in her tale Cenedir and she is obviously, what if she what she speaks is truth?" Aya's gaze shifted from one man to the other " These are treacherous times Belthion, she make look harmless, however that is certainly not enough to overlook any threat she might bring, crossing our borders undetected a feat no mortal can manage", Belthion watched his friend then returned to the girl still shaking on the floor "What should we do with her?" Cenedir turned and began walking away " Take her to the palace, Aran Nin will decide her fate" and with that last word, two more men with pointy ears hoisted her to her feet and indicated she moved forward. Their walk was tensed and quiet, Aya unable to walk any further, fell to the ground, as the strange men with pointy ears bustled around her, she allowed darkness overtake her vision.