Okay how do I start...this story is not exactly following the movie or the book but for sure will have main events included in them. There are two oc's a male and a female but of course it's a Thranduilxoc story. For some reason a lot of my friends are totally fangirling over him...well can't blame them! Thranduil is hwat after all. I myself had a huge crush on Legolas after watching LOTR but after Hobbit DOS. I think I can tell the difference between cute and hot. A little warning this story is a little bit of a wicked twisted love story (slight incest)...so that's why i decided to do it this way...but if any of you dislike and feel uncomfortable with it feel free to let me know. Any sort of ideas, suggestions along with criticisms are more than welcome so always feel free to let me know your feedback... as that will help me improve the story. Anyways...there you go enjoy the story and thank you all.

Oh! one more thing...I own nothing. it belongs to the rightful owner. (apart from the oc)

chapter 1

It all started when a little elf-ling was attacked by a pack of Orcs inside the forests of Mirkwood.

"You will be such a delicious meal." The orc drooled at the sight of the little girl before him who was trembling with fear terribly. The child's eyes widened as the Orc took another step towards her then another and another. The girl felt herself being frozen on the ground all she could do was watch as the filthy creature coming towards her and grab her by the neck. She let out a high pitch cry as she felt him lifting her off the ground by her neck. Before she could actually feel the pain she felt herself dropping on the ground and before her lay the headless corpse of the Orc and its head was right in front of her tiny feet. She started to tremble in fear once again at the horrifying sight before her and then she looked up to see the tall male sheathing his sword. His cold blue orbs met her warm burgundy ones which were surrounded by voluminous lashes. Fear strike in the little girl's head once again when she recalled the elf before her beheading that creature. She was scared, very scared. She started to sob slowly.

The elven-king could tell that the child was scared of everything that way nearby. He could see the tears rolling down her eyes, her clothes were almost torn her hair and face was covered in mud. So many questions were clouding his mind especially how she got here? Looking more closely the elven King could see the pointed tip of her ears. An elfling! He realized. Then another question hit him who was she with? Because looking down at her he could tell this child was either lost or was with someone else but nothing seemed around her that time aside from the trees of Mirkwood. The elven king's eyes searches for clues for other life but found none.

The sound of soft sobbing reached the elven king's ear. He looked down to see the little elfling trembling. His heart ached. He realized she was lonely, has no place to go. Some weird way her life was a little similar to him. At a very young age elf king Thranduil lost his mother then his father in a battle and his wife Merial after giving birth to his son Legolas. No one knows the pain of losing precious ones than him.

The elven king kneeled down to adjust himself to her level as he spoke "Are you alright my dear?" he extended his hand towards her. At first she flinched upon hearing the depth of his voice. "I mean no harm." The child just stared at him for a while as if she was trying to study him then her gaze moved to his extended hand. She looked at his eyes again this time her wine coloured orbs were filled with curiosity.

Thranduil could tell that she was debating. Her mind and heart was giving her different answers.

"You are safe." He tried to assure her with his words.

This time the little elfling placing her tiny palm on his, only for him to hold her as tenderly as possible because he feared if he put more pressure the child before him would break into pieces. Slowly he pulled the child towards him into a warm embrace. The little girl was trembling more in his arms. He started to stroke her face and hair in order to soothe her and he noticed she was burning up.

"It's okay little fairy you're safe now." He cooed in her ear while she watched him with tired eyes that were struggling to keep them open. "Nothing will trouble you from now on." Was the last she the child barely heard before dosing off to a dream less slumber?

"Ada?"

"My lord…are you all right?"

Legolas and Tauriel along with the army of elves that were killing the pack of orcs rushed towards the king to see him standing up to his feet with a child in his arms.

"Ada…is she okay?" Legolas was the first to speak.

"Barely breathing." Thranduil responds as he passes his son.

"My lord…her temperature is falling I'm hoping soon she will wake up." The healer informed the elven king who was seated on his throne with his legs crossed. He was in one of his royal attire with the silver kaftan and the spiked crown that sat on top of his head.

"Ada!" Legolas barged into the throne hall "she is waking up...finally."

Without wasting any more elven king got down and rushed towards his personal chamber after where the child was kept; followed by his son Legolas and the healer after him. Finally she was waking up after three days, a sigh of relief escaped the elvin king's lips. Soon after returning she was cleaned up and put to bed. Since then the healers took over and finally many of her wounds have been healed but there was no sign of her awakening. Some where also starting to lose hope but today they could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Entering the room Thranduil saw much improvement with the child's health, now that she was completely cleaned up he noticed how beautiful the child truly was, as if her own glow was illuminating the whole room. Her hair was pitch black but which complete contrasted with with her fair complexion. Three days of constant sleeping did help a lot, she was already sitting up and curiously studying Tauriel who trying to brush her shiny black locks sitting in front of her. Noting the king's presence Tauriel quickly got up and was about to move aside but the a small hand tugged her sleeve making her stop in the process. Tauriel looked at the king silently taking his permission to stay by the little elfling's side which he did. She stood beside the girl so that king could sit on the bed.

Thranduil sat before the girl on the bed examining her carefully. His blue orbs once again met with her wine colored ones she was also doing the same thing...studying him.

"What is your name child?" He asked stroking her soft dark locks but got no reply apart from the girl staring at him confusedly. "You don't have a name?" the girl blinked several times before opening her mouth.

"…I do not know." Her voice was filled with confusion.

"It's alright no problem." The elven king smiled at her while his hand softly caressed her face. The child studied his face for a while but soon her attention moved the spidery broach that was hanging beneath his collar on top of the silver kaftan. She leaned towards it and touched it with immense curiosity in her eyes and surprisingly with the same amount of curiosity all four of the adults watched her as she examined the king's accessories. First his broaches then she stood up to touch his crown. The healer, Legolas and Tauriel watched with amused eyes as the king lowered his head so that it was easier for the little one to see his crown.

A maid walked with a tray with full of food for the little one. Like every other thing she even watched the food curiously. There were some various kinds of fruits and pies along with fruit pudding freshly prepared with the little guest.

Suddenly the girl pocked one of her finger into the pudding.

A gasp escaped the healer's lips "Oh no! It appears she doesn't even understand that pudding is food." Both Legolas and Tauriel looked in his direction but the elven king did something different, he took the spoon in his hand and scooped up a bit of the pudding from one corner and placed it the spoon full of pudding in front of the child's mouth.

"Now now…little one open your mouth." The only response he got from her was a confused stare. "Open your mouth, do aaa" He slightly opened his own mouth in order for her to understand.

The little girl followed his action and opened her mouth only for the king to push the spoon inside.

Everyone present there watched the elven king while he fed the little girl. He was not having much difficulty since he was already an expert when it came to fatherhood after all he raised Legolas by himself with help of some maids when needed. Now Legolas is fully grown ellon and appears more than fine indicating there was nothing wrong with the way Thranduil raised him.

"Since she does not know her name what do we call her Ada?" Asked Legolas Thranduil did not answer right away instead he took some time to take a good look at her appearance and then suddenly he remembered the bedtime stories that his mother told him.

She was the most beautiful one among all those fairies... The fairest of them all, even though her hair was pitch black it outshined the lightest of hair. All the blue and green orbs appeared dull in the presence of those burgundy orbs. Even the brightest star failed to lighten up the whole world the way her smile did….she was…..Moraira….the light that could lighten up the most darkest place on earth.

"Moraira." The words escaped the elven king's mouth in from a soft whisper.

"Moraira?" Legolas repeated a bit confused since it was not really a common name. In-fact he was sure it wasn't even elvish name.

"…yes.." King Thranduil took a deep breath "We are to call her Moraira, the fairy that my mother always told about."

And years have passed since then and the little fairy Moraira grew up before every ones' eyes into a beautiful young elleth.