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Prologue

He remembered how the trees looked before darkness fell upon them, how the very forest around them started to die. The warm, but harmless glow of the forest would bring all trade towards his realm. He had smiled than, had been more opened towards all living creatures. It was late summer eve, the night before fall descended on them, that he first got sight of the most beautiful creature among his kin. The long and flowing free curls fell over shoulders in waves; sweet chocolate brown eyes warmed his very soul and made his heart beat even faster. He smiled as he watched how the young elf conversed in the large diner hall. An uneasy smile fell upon the creature's pale, pinkish lips as if he didn't like the company that he was with.

Suddenly those warm chocolate brown eyes fell upon his own figure. They grew even warmer as he checked himself over to see if he had anything on him. He didn't, but that didn't stop the heart flutter, a sign that he was nervous. A light cherry blush dusted his cheeks as he watched how that the creature started to walk towards him. The robes that the other elf was wearing didn't hide the girly curves or the smaller built. The body reminded him of a dancer.

"Hello," The elf said lightly as he smiled just as soft. A low dusty color that could be called a blush crossed over his nose and cheeks. "Prince Thranduil." The elf respectfully said with a slight bow towards the end. Thranduil smiled softly as he was addressed before showing some respect back to the stranger.

"And if you do not mind me asking," Thranduil started and waited for the other to shake his head that he indeed did not mind if the prince asked him a question. "What should I call you?" A soft chuckle escaped the smaller creature before he answered with a soft melody like voice.

"Dis." Thranduil looked startled at the answer. A dwarven name and so he questioned the other why his parents would pick such a name for a beautiful creature like him. At the compliment a blush a just a bit brighter crossed the bridge of the other elf's nose to fill his cheeks. "Mother was fascinated by the dwarven kind." The elf mumbled, his name had always brought unwanted attention to himself. Not due to the fact that it is indeed a dwarf name, but also a females'.

"Why a female name?" Thranduil asked softly as he saw the uneasy and worry look that had passed on the elf's face.

"Mother wanted a girl." Dis all, but stated with a pout. Thranduil tried hard to not to chuckle at the answer, but the longer that the smaller elf, Dis he reminded himself, pouted the harder for him to keep from laughing. Dis eyes narrowed slightly at the older elf with tear filled eyes as the other suddenly started to laugh. "It's not that funny." He mumbles as he watched how the other doubled over while clutching at his stomach. A smile fell upon his lips as his eyes warmed up even more at the sight that the prince made.

"I am sorry," Thranduil says as he catches his breath. The colored of his cheeks turned brighter as he felt the other elf's body heat closer to him. He stood straighter at the feel of a hand upon his upper arm. "What are-" A pale, tannish finger was held to his slight parted lips to stop him from speaking.

"You should be more on guard, my prince. You never know who would harm someone handsome like you." Dis mutters as he pushes himself away from the other. A bright smile fell upon his lips as he took leave with an arrow in his hand. Thranduil looked behind between the retreating elf and behind him. He found nothing that could have launched the arrow.

That was the first time he had meet the strange, but yet beautiful creature. It wasn't long when he took his father's place. It was at the coronation that he once again met with the strange elf. The long flow of reddish tinted silvery locks were tied back with a simple, but yet difficult tied knot that had the smaller locks falling into those warm, chocolate brown eyes. The smaller clumps of hair were braided and pulled back to form a crown of some sorts, flowers and shiny stones were also braided into the braids. The robes that the other was wearing flowed together, pieces of armor were tied in major areas of the body, but only a keen eye could see that thin outline of armor.

Thranduil remembered how Dis had stopped a shadowy arrow from hitting him, but he had never gotten answers from the elf. He didn't approach the female like elf, but only watched him dance with every other elf that could get their hands onto Dis. He felt a growing anger from the pit of his stomach that it scared him. He had never felt such strong emotions.

Warm, chocolate brown looked straight into his own blue ones before disappearing behind a curtained off balcony. Standing, Thranduil slowly made his way towards the balcony that he had seen the other disappeared onto with small smiles towards anyone who would approached him.

"My king." Dis said softly as if she was to speak any louder that someone would come and find them. Thranduil looked upon her with a warm and cool gaze as he watched how the other bowed before leaning heavily against the railings of the balcony. Thranduil strolled slowly next to the other elf.

"How did you?" Thranduil asked as he remembered the arrow that had almost struck his back when they had first met. Dis raised a light strawberry colored brow in question as if he didn't understand the question that was positioned to her. "The arrow." Thranduil relented after the other wouldn't speak.

"Oh," Dis mumbled before looking off the balcony. The rivers and forest that surrounded the area reminded him of his own home. He never lost the soft smile as he felt the other stand next to him. "I am nothing more, but a stray elf, my king." He stated once he leaned his side against the railing to look into the surprised widen eyes of the elf-king. Dis only chuckled. "Thought I was going to say something else, right?"

"But if you were just a simple, stray elf like you say, how?" Thranduil asked once again. He had never gotten this much information from the strange, beautiful creature before. He was going to soak this information up like a sponge by the time they were done; he hopes that he had learned something about this elf.

"Just a stray elf, nothing more or less." Dis states as he picks up on the soft medley inside the dance room. He smiled lightly as he turned fully towards the elf-king. The slight creased between the brows had him smiling even more. "Would like to dance with a stray elf, my lord?" Dis asked as he held his hand out slightly for the other to take. Thranduil looked at the offered hand, took it with one of his own and he brought the smaller body closer to his as he started the first move to their dance.

"Will you tell me more, one day?" Thranduil asked after he had twirled the elf in a small circle before guiding the other across the floor. Dis took a step back with each step followed by Thranduil with soft eyes.

"One day." He agrees after he brought the other even closer to his body.

They danced where no one could see them. Danced the night away and when Thranduil woke up the next morning he had hoped that the other elf would remember his promise.

The next time they meet was different than before. There was no party, nor a trade going on, but Thranduil had noticed the other elf seconds into his hunt. He was surprised that the smaller elf had mostly brought all his man down in quick sessions before he even had caught up. The glare that was sent towards him held him in his place. Shock invaded his features.

"Dis?" Thranduil asked unsure what to make of the other elf at the moment. Dis looked over towards him before flinching as if he had inflected a physical wound upon the other. Thranduil only grew a frown as the un-sureness left his features. He had to take his roll and not forget that this elf was strange, even when they had first meet.

"Come any further and I will hurt you, my king." Dis ordered out as his form grew even more animal like. The strong gaze that held his was not the same warm gaze from the past. What was going on? "I wish not to hurt you." He mumbles softly as he grip tightens around the bow and arrow. The same arrow that had once almost struck him, Thranduil noticed.

"Why?" Thranduil asked softly as he dismounted his horse in favor to speak to the elf on even ground. Dis frowned as he took a step back. The step was matched with one of the king's footsteps, almost like they were once again dancing. Dis heart broke; he didn't want to hurt Thranduil.

"Assassin." One of the man that laid on the ground states with a slight grunt at the end of the word. Dis flinched at the word that was cried out before he looked evenly towards the elf-king.

"Is it true?" Thranduil asked. How? Why? Questions ran through his mind as he tried to wrap this creature into an imaged of an assassin. He couldn't see it.

"I wish not." Dis states as he drops his gaze. He did not want to see the disappointed glare that would be surely sent towards his body.

"Look at me." Thranduil growled out as an order. Dis's head shot up to look sadly at the elf that held his heart. That is why he could not hurt this elf, even if they wanted him too. "Who is your target?"

"You are, my king." Dis mumbles out at the command. Thranduil took a shock like step back at the force of the other's words reached him.

"You had chances."

"Yes."

"Why?"

Dis dropped his arms to his side while his hands lost their grip of the bow and arrow. They fell to the ground with a silent thump as their master smiled sadly towards the elf-king.

"You had stolen my heart, my lord." Dis states with a softer smile that had his eyes glowing with warmth and for some reason hope. "Due to that, I am on the run."

It wasn't many years later when Dis and Thranduil fell into bed together. Their relationship was different, strange, and any other way you could describe it but they had loved one another for they were soul mates. In the years that Dis rebuild his life and courted the elf-king, he and Thranduil married with their first son due a year later.

The kingdom had rejoiced.

It wasn't until their son; Legolas was barely out of his teens that he watched how his mother fell before his eyes. Dis had protected her family till the very end of her life and she had died smiling knowing that his husband and son were safe and sound for now.

Somewhere in the far lands of Shire was a shrill cry of a baby boy being born in a small hobbit hole.

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