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Tauriel quickly made her ways towards the throne room, if you could really call it a room. The king had asked her to come speak with him about something whenever she got a chance. As Captain of the Guard, she felt as if it was her duty to come sooner than later. I wonder what he wants. He usually orders me to meet him at once. She was worried he thought she wasn't doing her job well and was going to have her replaced. She quickly dismissed the thought as she came before the throne.

"My lord, you called for me." Thranduil nodded and dismissed his guards.

"Tauriel, for nearly six hundred years, you have lived among us." Tauriel nodded nervously. "Do you still enjoy it here?"

"Of course my lord. There is no where I would rather be."

"And you wish to wed Legolas, do you not?" Her eyes widen.

"My lord, I-" He raised an eyebrow.

"Do you not?"

"I do not think you would let him."

"You are right." She looked down to hide her disappointment. "However, if you agree to it, I would like very much if you would wed me." She looked back up at him surprised.

"My lord I-"

"You what?"

"It is just-"

"It is what?"

"I do not know what to say."

"Say yes. You can be queen." He stood and walked towards her. He pulled out a silver ring with a large diamond. "Lead and protect our people more than you already do." She starred at the ring and hesitated. Lead and protect our people… "I need an answer." She looked up at him and nodded.

"Yes. I shall be your queen." He slipped the ring on her finger before sitting back on his throne.

"Good. We will marry within the next moon, when the flowers are in full bloom." She nodded before turning and leaving. She was going to be queen.

"You are marrying him?"

"Legolas please, calm down." Legolas continued to pace around the room.

"You know that I care for you, yet you agree to marry my father."

"I did not have a choice."

"You did have a choice!"

"He is the king."

"You should have said no!"

"And risked whatever consequences followed?!" He stopped and looked at her.

"There has to be another way."

"There is not."

"Maybe there is."

"And what would that be?"

"Let us run away together. Far away where he cannot find us."

"You know we cannot do that."

"Why not?"

"You are his only son and heir. He cannot and will not lose you." He glared at her.

"You want to marry him."

"I do not."

"Yes you do. That is why you keep making excuses."

"Legolas-"

"If you want to marry him that is fine, but I will not support you." He turned and left. Tauriel sat and looked down at her ring. How wrong you are.

When the flowers were almost in full bloom, Thranduil made preparations for the wedding. It would be small, with only his advisors, Legolas, and his guard in attendance. Tauriel had little say in the wedding, only what her dress would look like and whether or not she would wear shoes. Her dress was lovely. It was simple and gave her a nice glow.

"You do look lovely," said Legolas as he escorted her out to where the ceremony was to be held.

"Thank you," she whispered back. She was nervous. She was very, very nervous.

"Did you decide to wear shoes?" She nodded and lifted her dress a little to show him her white slippers. "They are nice." Just before they arrived, she stopped and took a deep breath. He gave her a small smile and squeezed her arm reassuringly. "You will be fine."

"Legolas I-"

"I know. I was angry and did not want to listen. The fault was mine."

"It was no one's fault." He nodded.

"Are you ready?"

"I do believe I am."

The ceremony was small and swift. They exchanged rings made of silver and shared a small, brief kiss. They ate delicious food and drank sweet wine. When the night was through, Thranduil led his new queen to their chambers. Like the thing else, the room was full of wood: wooden furniture, wooden floors, and wooden walls. The curtains were a soft, pale blue, as were the bed sheets. Tauriel walked over to the window and looked up at the stars. The shone even brighter on the night if her special day.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes my king."

"Tauriel, please call me Thranduil. You are my wife now. Only use formal titles when we are under the watchful eyes our people." She nodded and looked at the bed nervously. She took a deep breath and slowly started to remove the straps of her gown. "What are you doing?" She looked at him surprised.

"My king-"

"Thranduil."

"Thranduil..." That would take some time to get used to. "As your wife, it is my duty to give myself to you."

"Why? As far as I am concerned, there is no need. You do not have to give me any heirs since I already have one."

"But-"

"You do not have to Tauriel. You may remain innocent as long as you please. Forever, if you wish." He went behind a curtain and changed before getting into bed. She slowly did the same and laid as far away from him as possible. "Goodnight Tauriel."

"Goodnight." And as she was falling asleep, Tauriel couldn't help but think about how odd Thranduil was being. He wants me to call him Thranduil and does not want me to bare him sons. It was quite odd, yet she liked it. She liked it a lot.