Thank you all so much for reviewing and favoriting and following, it means a lot to me. So the beginning goes a little into her past with Thranduil. The first part of this chapter is mostly the basis for their meeting, so it isn't horribly interesting but it is fairly important. On the plus side, now that I have it out of the way I can just go into them meeting and falling in love.

Ellon(ellyn)/Elleth(ellith) - boy(s)/girl(s) elf

Ada - father

Ion nín - my son

Preparations had been made for when the King's son was to visit. Many of the elves spoke about what he would be like, and already ellith were fancying him; it being known Thranduil had yet to take a wife. His father, Oropher, had long ago discovered a small colony of Silvan elves that dwelt within Greenwood the Great. Oropher and his men stayed under their hospitality for a long while, and the chief of the Silvan colony named Oropher their lord; as long as the chief would be his adviser.

Oropher's son lived in the Elven Kingdom, Lindon, while his father reigned in what was later known as Mirkwood. His small band of Sindar married and bore children with the Silvan elves, merging their peoples together; and it was the greatest honor that he wished his son to marry a Silvan elf as well.

And so excitement grew when Thranduil arrived, young ellyn stood close to the ellith they wished to wed, unclaimed ellith wearing their best dresses hoping to catch his eye. Though there was one elf Oropher greatly wished his son to wed.

"Ada," Thranduil said in greeting to Oropher.

"Ion nín." Oropher led Thranduil through the caves they had discovered many centuries ago where they now dwelt. "The Silvan chief has a daughter I believe you would find most pleasing," Oropher told his son. "Raven hair and a lovely face, her name is Meluwen. She is but a few centuries younger than you, perhaps you would like to meet her."

"You said I could take whomever I wished as my wife," Thranduil reminded his father.

"Yes of course, ion," Oropher said patting his son on the shoulder. "But these are your people, you should get to know them."

Thranduil followed after his father, knowing he would not take no lightly. He met with the Silvan chief, his father's advisor, and his dark haired daughter; it was true she was lovely, though she was very solemn.

Oropher smiled as his son lifted the daughter of the chief's hand to his lips, and saw the chief smile as well. For centuries the chief had spoken of their children wedding, now Oropher hoped the pretty elf would capture his son's heart. Though watching his son as they feasted, seeing the way his attention wandered from the quiet elleth, he did not think Thranduil would chose her. It was at times like these when he regretting allowing his son to chose his own wife; two thousand years after his birth and he still hadn't found one. Oropher knew his son well enough to know he valued beauty, and the chief's daughter was quite lovely; but she wasn't. Even Oropher had to admit she was rather dull – she was very serious and quiet, she hardly smiled.

Thranduil would come to stay a few years with his father before returning to Lindon, though it was within a few days after his arrival that he met the woman he would come to marry and take with him back to the Elven Kingdom; though neither one of them knew it at the time they met.

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The Elvenking stood and offered Legawen his hand, and Thorin watched as her smaller hand fit in his, leading her to the throne beside his before sitting once more and looking at the dwarves.

"Welcome Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror, King under the Mountain," the elf king said in the common tongue. "And his friends."

Thorin looked at the Queen and saw that she was staring at him with a look of curiosity, before looking back to the king; who had noticed the brief look the dwarf had shared with his wife.

"How very kind of you all to visit, but I do not remember offering an invitation," Thranduil said with a smile though his eyes betrayed him.

"No invitation was needed," answered Thorin, "we did not mean to trouble you, and we will gladly be on our way." His voice was level and polite, but the look in his eye was anything but gracious. He was glad the others were remaining silent and he hoped they would continue to do so as the king further questioned them; knowing he would bring harm to anyone who spoke of his quest to the Elvenking, who had abandoned he and his kin so many years ago.

"If that were true then why did you and your friends, three times, try to attack my people at their merrymaking?" The king was staring hard at Thorin, hoping never again to see his dwarvish face and yet there he stood.

"We did not attack them," Thorin said, a flash of defiance in his eyes at being wrongly accused.

"Then what were your intentions when you stepped into our rings?" Thranduil asked barely a second after Thorin stopped speaking. Legawen placed her hand over his and wound their fingers together; Thranduil looked over at her, and upon seeing her concerned face, turned back to the dwarf king and patiently awaited his answer.

Thorin watched her touch calm the elf, as it had so many years ago, and waited until Thranduil met his gaze before answering. "We came to beg because we were starving."

Thranduil seemed to ponder this for some time, absentmindedly running his thumb along his wife's knuckles as he did so. "What brought you into the forest at all?" he finally asked.

At that, Thorin spoke no more, and pride in his Company swelled within him when not a single one of them answered the king that either.

"What have we done, O king?" said Balin indignantly. "Is it a crime to be lost in the forest, to be hungry and thirsty, to be trapped by spiders? Are the spiders your tame beasts or your pets, if killing them makes you angry?"

Thorin watched as Legawen's shoulders slumped as she sighed, releasing her husband's hand as he stood; his face a mask of rage. It was entirely untrue that the spiders were the elves' tame beasts or their pets; in fact, spiders were some of the few creatures the elves were without mercy for.

"It is a crime to wander in my realm without leave. Do you forget that you were in my kingdom, using the road that my people made? After all the disturbance you have made I have a right to know what brings you here, and if you will not tell me now, I will keep you all in prison until you have learned sense and manners!" the Elvenking said harshly, though even in anger his voice was still lovely.

"Melindo," Legawen said softly, warming the ice that was her husband. Thorin knew that word and its meaning, having heard it from her soft full lips many times during the days she was a guest in his home. Thranduil looked back at her, taking the hand she offered and sat once more at her side. Though his face softened when looking at hers, enmity flared in his eyes when he looked over the dwarves before him.

"Put them in separate cells far enough away from each other they would not know another living thing was near," Thranduil ordered his men in the elvish tongue. "They are to be given food and drink at the passing of every meal, but they are not to leave their prisons. Not until at least one of them is willing to tell me what I wish to know."

And with that the dwarves were pushed further into the caves, and Thorin looked back once to see Legawen and Thranduil staring at one another. And then he lost sight of them and darkness surrounded him.

"You could have been nicer," she said once the others had left.

"I was more courteous than they deserved," Thranduil answered irritably causing her to smile.

"They were starving, you could have offered them food. Or tempted them with the wonderful smells. Perhaps one of them might have answered something."

Thranduil brought her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on her fingers as he thought. "Thorin Oakenshield would never answer me anything."

"The others might have," she offered quietly as she stared at him.

He pressed another kiss on her hand and smiled softly. "Melda nín," he said and her smile grew before she kissed him lightly on the lips. "Where are you going?" he asked when she stood.

"I am ensuring our visitors food will not be spat in," she said simply before making her way out of the room they were in. He watched her as she left, following the flow of her hips, and smiling when she looked back at him knowing he was watching her. Even then after three thousand years she stirred things deep within his core. She was not the elleth his father had wanted him to marry, but there was no other he could ever have loved but her.