Gracefully he moved among his dead army like the true king he was. But there was only a few to bow before him as he passed. A stern look was placed on his face, emotions starting to build on his blue eyes.
The sound of small steps shook him off of it and made him turn around. The human girl has indeed followed him.
Her small and delicate frame shiver with the cold wind.
Her tousled black hair looking so beautiful that the regal elf wanted to run his long fingers through it. She glanced up at him with her large, hazel eyes, and Thranduil felt his insides tightening. He turned away abruptly, resuming his walking.
Following him as close as possible, the human child tried not to look to her sides. Dead bodies were being carrying by their comrades in arms. It was in vain, her big hazel eyes darting to the scene around her. The odor wasn't helping either.
The child was so taken by the whole commotion that she didn't realize that the tall figure in front of her has stopped his walking once again. She was looking to her right when she bumped into him. The cold metal of his armor scratching her skin.
She fell on the frozen ground. The king just looked at her.
Clumsy human. He thought.
Before she could get up, another figure approached.
"My lord, we are gathering the survivors and…" the elf soldier stopped his report and looked at the little girl getting up by herself.
"And? Resume your report, soldier." A very annoyed Elven King answered.
The elf soldier couldn't take his eyes of the little girl, she was already up, brushing the snow off her dress.
Why in Eru's name this human child was following his king?
"…and we'll wait for your orders, your majesty." The soldier finally said, still looking to the young girl.
"Good, you can go now."
Before the soldier could risk himself with a question, Thranduil made mention with his hand to the child to keep following him, leaving a dumbfounded and very curious soldier behind.
