Title: TH ElvenKing's Visitors
Chapter 2: Meeting
Pairing: Thranduil/OC
Genre: Ship/Romance/AU/Angst
Rating: T
Warning for Entire Fic: Spoilers, Sexual Situations, Language, Violence, Gore, Blood.
Spoiler Alert: The Hobbit (all books, maps, movies and notes)
Summary: Thranduil lost his wife years ago to war. After the death of the dragon, there is a group of humans who claim to have won a weekend trip to his Kingdom, and he has no idea what they are talKing about. He is suspicious especially since the last group that showed up caused problems.
A/N: This is set just after the Hobbit book. I have read the Hobbit and there is no mention of a Queen during this time, so for my fic I am going with the idea that Legolas' mother passed away. I am writing this after watching a trailer for the second Hobbit movie. I just can't get enough of the ElvenKing, so I had to make this up. This is not a Canon-Fic.
Thranduil entered his throne room and saw ten humans questioning his guard and holding little boxes that flashed. He expected them to move forward and obsess about his every word and gesture.
They did not.
It made him wonder if they were unaware that their lives hung in the balance of his mercy especially since they appeared to be spies and had trespassed on his land.
He scrutinized their attire knowing that he had never seen humans or any other species wearing such items. He wondered if the runes in human tongue on their shirts were for protection.
One shirt caught his attention as it had one figure of a human holding a large stick and the other had its head off. He stared at each individual letter at the top making out the words…How To Kill A Zombie.
He didn't know what a zombie was, but it looked most unpleasant.
When he sat upon his chair, they turned to him almost in unison. He decided that was much better. "What reason do you have entering my woods and who sent you?"
"Another actor." A teenage boy walked forward.
"He's in costume. Oh wow." A red headed women in her early twenties opened her notebook and fumbled with a pen.
He glanced over a long brown haired human female moving toward him. He guessed she was in her mid twenties. He noticed that she was very lovely and had piercing green eyes when she got close and spoke. "So there are more groups here than just us? Oh, I didn't know that. Well, my name's Alyssa Brown, and we were sent here by the production team for winning best original works based on the movies. We won the trip here to look around, and they are going to write an article about it. I did a drawing of your character that won first place. I just have to say it is an honor to meet you. I loved you in Pushing Daisies too. It took me a little to recognize you what with the blue contacts and blond hair. And, before in the other role, you were happy and smiling, but for this one you talk down to people and squint. Well, not squint, but you keep your eyes half open like you are looking down on everyone beneath you. Yes, just like that. Was it fun playing a character who could bring things back from the dead then switching to an elf King?"
Thranduil kept watching every move of her face and concluded that she believed herself to be telling the truth. He thought about his eyelids and opened them a little more.
A group called Production Team sent them. They were selected by designing works of art. Strange. Pushing Daisies? My crown in the spring has flowers, but I don't know how she could have seen me without me seeing her. I don't recognize her at all. Bring back the dead? Is she insinuating that I was once a necromancer?
He decided to focus on the fact that she smiled and said she was honored. "I AM ElvenKing Thranduil, and it is right that you are honored to have an audience with me."
She lowered her voice. "Oh, it's not time for autographs yet. Yes, you're in character. Um does that mean we are going to reenact a scene or something like that?"
Thranduil tipped his head looking over the group and she took it for a nod. "Ok. That would be great. There weren't many women in the movie. I'll just stand over here and pretend to be an elf guard." She moved closer to the wall and stood by one of his guard.
The guard gave her an appraising glance of approval then returned to a stoic glair.
It annoyed Thranduil that the guard acknowledged her attractiveness, and it vexed him that it annoyed him.
He was astounded that they put of their writing utensils and moved around the room like he wasn't questioning them. The majority of the females pulled their hair back then squinted and glared at him in between giggling.
The tallest man in the group with dark hair made an announcement. "Ok, I'll be Thorin, but we need someone to be Bilbo. Hey Alyssa why don't you be Bilbo. You're skinny and have brown hair. Can someone act as the camera crew and vid this for everyone?"
"I'll do it." A slender man raised a hand and turned his cap on backwards. "I can't get a signal on my cell, but when I get one I'll YouTube it for y'all. I'm ready. Action."
Thranduil still could not believe what he was watching and hearing. He saw expressions of shock hover on his guard's faces to be swept away by a blank stare. He started to wonder if they were mocking him and throwing it in his face that Thorin had been there and escaped not too long ago.
He was tired, emotionally drained and he had not drunk near enough to be putting up with mad humans who admitted they were here to look around then have it written down in something called an article. Spies.
"Where is this Production Team and what are their names?" Thranduil hoped they would continue to be forthcoming in their answers.
The man with the flat box held up yelled. "Cut!"
Thranduil instantly went from the watching the one who screamed the single word to fix his eyes on the man in the group with the murderous rune shirt. He expected him to run forward with some type of weapon and slash at him.
The red head spoke up. "I can't get a signal either or I'd email you what they sent to me. It has names, addresses, locations and things like that. Do you have a hot spot or something where I can get a signal?"
Thranduil watched as each of the ten people pulled out little flat boxes and jabbed at them with their fingers. Everyone confirmed they did not have whatever a signal was. He assumed it must be some type of letter or symbol that would let them know who it was. "You don't truly know who sent you?"
Alyssa leaned against the wall. "I'm sorry. It's just not working. Do you have a land line? You could call your agent. Are we just in the wrong place? Were we supposed to be somewhere else right now or on another set?"
"Land line?" Thranduil pictured Gandalf using his staff to draw a line down the middle of the room like he did once before releasing a truth spell so it would only work on a few beings.
Truth spell. Have they been spelled with something and that is why they are being so forthcoming but confusing at the same time?
"Oh ok. Well, no one really has those anymore I guess. It just sucks in wooded places like this that are off the grid." The self proclaimed Thorin responded.
Thranduil supposed he was talking about maps. "How did you enter Mirkwood without alerting the sentry?"
The volunteer camera guy walked closer. "This creepy guy came into the studio and put us on a bus. A couple of hours later he got us out of the bus and we went for a walk beside a river. I just thought it was so awesome to get to see the constructed sets in real life that I didn't care that he passed around this necklace and told each of us to say this password then press our finger to the symbol. I guess it was some kind of tradition on set, so I didn't mind. You know that dude kind of looked like Gollum. Anyway, they activated this mist or something then when it was gone, we could see the path to the gates. It was so tremendous. Old school special effects. Guys in elf costumes surrounded us and brought us in. I got some of it recorded on my cell."
Thranduil now fully believed they were sent to spy on him, to look around his dwellings and to report back to their leader where everything could be written down, but they had been spelled somehow causing them to forget stealth and speak openly.
He had no idea what to do with them.
The red head looked around the room. "If they didn't tell you that we were here yet, we can just look around somewhere else till your ready."
He had no intension of helping them with their mission. He nodded at a guard. "Take them to the cells."
A burst of excitement radiated from the group. They got their little boxes out again. Thranduil decided that he would have one of them explain the strange devilry to him. "The boxes and any weapons stay here."
"Oh man. A camera free zone?"
"We can't get signal to text anyway."
"I wonder if it is because they have spoiler pieces sitting around."
Instead of giving the devices to one of his guard, they got in line and took turns putting their little boxes inside a display container that sat on an elaborately carved wooden table. The last one in line took off his belt that held a sword and set it on the top of the table.
Very strange, but obedient.
When they had almost all left, he noticed the young woman called Alyssa stayed and turned toward him tipping her head to one side.
Thranduil raised his chin.
She spoke. "I hope it's not stalkerish, but will you be here later when we come back? Legolas is nice and all, but I'm more interested in your character as the King. What motivates the King? What's your back story? How do you view the complexity of your situation in the cast and the story? Things like that."
Thranduil took several breaths and contemplated her words while he scrutinized the cast of himself that was on the other side of the chamber sitting by a column.
Her mission is to learn personal things about me? Was she sent here to seduce me? That Production Team wants to know my weaknesses so they can exploit them and they send a human?
"Yes, I will be here later and so shall you." He fully intended to get more information from her.
She put her hands in her pockets and smiled so trusting that it bruised his heart making him think of his lost love. He mused that she looked nothing like her, but some of her expressions were the same. He thought maybe they did pick the perfect being to set in his way.
"Oh. I still have my cell phone." She grinned even wider and turned to the table.
"You may give it to me." He wanted to look at one of them and see how they worked.
She stopped and looked over her shoulder. The carefree expression changed into something darker. A light smile played over her lips and she tipped her head once as she approached. "Sorry. I read this fan fiction about you where you said something similar to that, but uhhh well you know how some of them are written. Do you ever read them? The romantic fanfics with you in it?"
"Writings about me?"
She nodded and held out her phone. "Yes, the unofficial ones. Some ship you with the red haired guard then others put her with Legolas. You said for her not to give him hope, but I still didn't think you were with her. I heard in the next movie or the one after that she might be with Kili maybe or even Elrond. I uuuh just didn't think she would be your cup of tea. But then again I guess everyone wants to be shipped with the King. I'm sorry. That didn't sound perverted at all. I don't know how you deal with us. I even have you on my desk top." She shook her head.
"I can assure you if you did have me on a desk top, I would know about it." He realized what he had said and wished he had been quiet. It had been years beyond counting since he appreciated the presence of a young woman.
"You guys tag your wallpapers on the official site? They can check to see if contestants downloaded them? Oh I get it. It's to make sure they were not just altering a photo to make it look like a painting or drawing. Some programs do that, but you're right in that I didn't do that. I make everything myself. I don't trace outlines when I draw. It's the real thing. Well, you."
He had already extended his hand and was holding the other side of the box when she was half way done talking. She didn't let go, so he just kept holding his end not knowing if that made the item work or not. When she talked, he tried to picture what she was saying. He saw himself standing in a Lorien boat holding a cup of new berry tea riding along with different people around him then touching her intimately while laying on a desk.
He counted himself among the most intelligent of Elves, but he was having a very difficult time understanding what she meant. It had been a few thousand years since anything baffled him, and he wanted so very much to understand. There was a part of him that wanted to just ask her questions to see what combination of words she would say.
He almost grinned thinking that if he just took each separate word and moved them around if it would make one coherent sentence and thought.
She flushed and let go of the black flat box that had a soft purple cover wrapped around it.
He enjoyed the pinking of her cheeks not knowing what he did to cause it. "These fiction writings about me. Where are they?"
"I mostly read fanfiction, but there are communities with forums too."
He stared at it seeing a faint reflection of himself, but nothing else. He whispered almost afraid of it. "Is it runed with magic?"
"No, it's not ruined with static. No the eye moving thing is turned off, and I don't even know if that turns it on. But the eye thing got annoying. You look up and down for it to scroll. Just push the bottom on the top right then swipe and tap it. I know it's old fashioned, but you have to touch it." She glanced at his eyes and saw confusion. "Uhhh yea probably not the best of word choices…turn it on, tap it and touch it. I can't help it. You kind ah make me nervous. I haven't been around many famous people before." She told herself to stop talking that she was making it worse.
He was amused that her skin flushed a deep red when she talked about his presence causing her awareness of him.
His finger moved up and he felt the ridge. He pressed in and light flashed in his face. He held it back not knowing if it could harm him or not.
Swipe and tap? So I need to wave it from side to side then strike something with it?
"Here let me." Since the phone was held out at her, she swiped her finger over the screen so he could click around. "Are your contacts bothering you?"
Contacts…contact…touching? Is our touching bothering me? "Not at all." There was no way he was going to admit it.
"I hope you guys have a gift shop online. I would really like a pair."
Thranduil pictured a vender's stall over a crack in the ground caused by an earthquake. He blinked a few times then pictured several valuable objects lined up for patrons to make selections.
She would like a pair? "A pair of what?"
"Your contacts for Halloween, but I want the lighter ones that Orlando Bloom has. No offence cause yours are really nice too." She gazed up into his eyes.
He watched her manipulating the devil box. Contact…touching a hollow Queen? She wants a lighter land of blooms? Flowers? Yes, she preferred my crown with flowers. Daisies and not the leaves I have on this one I'm wearing. Lights? The Lady of Light in Lorien? She doesn't want to offend me because she prefers Galadriel's lighter flowers then mine. But who is the hollow Queen and why does she want to touch her? Or maybe touch the box. I touched the box now she needs a Queen to touch the box for it to work. Galadriel could qualify as a queen even if she will not take the title. That's why she called her hollow. She does not claim the title. Why does this have to be so complicated?
He watched as she tapped things with the tip of her finger and it flashed with colors and boxes. "See no internet service. Sorry. It won't work, but ummm here's the drawing I did of your character."
My character…my personality…my appearance showing my personality?
He stopped thinking and just admired the creation on the devil box. He was drawn to the detail and color of his eyes. Everything else slowly faded away to nothing the farther you got away from them. "You created this?"
She nodded and he saw that she was waiting to see if he approved.
"It is a very good rendering of me, but I appear... It is a good creation." He realized he almost said he looked forlorn.
"Well, I better catch up with the others."
He listened to her words and watched an expression form on her face. It was identical to a memory hidden away in the darkest regions of his heart. It was a mixture of hope, desire and trust mixed together. It was the way his love appeared before she would kiss him and embrace.
He felt awareness of her as a woman and it made him feel shame then anger. "Yes, you should."
Her eyebrows came together for a moment at the sound of his harsh words then a mischievous smile replaced it as she stepped back. With a flourish of her hands, she bowed to him. "Very well my Elvenking."
She closed her eyes for a moment as she lowered in supplication to him.
Her wicked smile then mock abasement fueled his body. He knew he could move to her taking her in hand and press her against one of the columns to ruthlessly claim her mouth and throat. He could practically feel his hardened body pressing again her soft curvy one. He felt her hair running over his hands and chest as he lifted her to fit more perfectly against his battle hardened body.
He came back to himself knowing only a second had passed and he found his eyes watching her long whisky colored hair drape around her shoulders then his eyes darted to the gap where her shirt fell forward.
He clenched his teeth feeling pain at not moving forward to touch her. He internally screamed at himself for this sudden loss of rational thinking.
She straightened taking another step back to the side as if to leave then she paused. "Maybe I'll draw one of your angry poses next time. You have a lot of intensity in your eyes that just begs to be drawn." She swirled her finger round her face as she turned more to look at him then strode out with a guard following her.
Thranduil swallowed hard at hearing her say the word begs. He took a deep breath still feeling angry, but aroused at the same time and kind of dumb struck.
After she left, he strode quickly to his goblet and pressed it to his lips. His hand shook, and he stopped.
He set it back down without drinking. "I am in need of a clear mind with her underfoot. Begs. My eyes beg. I have never begged anyone for anything. Begs." His voice deepened. "She will be the one that begs."
He closed his eyes and he saw her there as well, so he opened them again wondering if she were to beg him…how many seconds would it take for him to give into whatever desire she had. The thought struck fear in his heart and that pissed him off even more.
He strode to the arch that she left under and watched her progress out of the massive chamber. She kept stopping to stare at the waterfalls and run her hands over the columns tracing the lines.
He found himself wishing she was viewing him that way and touching his skin with the same reverent caress. He pondered over the words she spoke and did not truly know if he had guessed her meanings correctly.
Did we have two completely different conversations or was I guessing correctly? And why do I care?
The anger won out and he quickly strode back to his table to guzzle down his strong wine. He filled it up and downed it again. "I am not going to have a human girl who is younger than my wine bewitch me even if she has a devil in a box of light."
He drew his arm back to throw her box to the side of the room where the others were sitting. Instead of launching it, he found himself walking over and gently placing it with the others.
He blinked at his own betraying hand that drew back empty. "Liunil?"
An older male elf strode into the room a few moments later and walked up to him. "My King, are you well?"
"No, I am NOT! I feel like a clumsy youth of ten and I don't even remember being ten. Do you understand me? Are there any conjuring on these items or on me?" He felt light headed and full of rage.
"No, I mean yes I understand and no there are no conjuring that I can sense, my King. Maybe you might want to lie down and rest a while. You did have a difficult journey and dealt with the Dwa…others."
He waved him away to begin pacing. After several minutes, he finally stopped. "Timilands!"
A black haired elf equal in age and stature the King ran up the platform and searched around for a foe.
"I require hunting gear. Lots of it."
"My King?"
"I need to go into the woods and kill something. Do you hear and understand me? I do not wish to lie down. That would only make this worse. I want to kill."
"Yes, my King. I believe there may be a few stray Orcs in the area."
Thranduil strode away trying to forget her emerald eyes. "Perfect."
A/N: :) He is so high and mighty that I could not help confusing him. I think his frustration is enticing. Hehehehheeee What do you think this chapter?