The Elfling

Chapter 2

By Libbi R. Derington

Disclaimer:

I do not own anything besides: Narella Lorienion (or Riddle), Atan Lorienion (or T. Shayne Riddle) and Melui Lorienion (or S. Beatrix Riddle). Everything else belongs to Mrs. JK Rowling and Mr. J.R.R Tolkien, including the devilishly handsome King Thranduil.

Summary:

Young. Wild. And free. That is who Narella Lorienion or Riddle is and was. The second granddaughter of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel; niece of Lord Elrond; cousin to Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen; and step-sister of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Need I say more? Finding herself in Middle Earth, with her spunky 'Earth-ness' she must find herself, in this wonderful place.

Grandmamma had insisted upon an immediate audience with me, after you and I had come to my talan to do some light reading. She's been 'absolutely shocked' that I'd let you come into my private space, when not even her and grandpappi could scarcely be there for ½ an hour.

"Of all people in the entirety of Middle Earth. You have to be kidding me, Narella." Lady Galadriel was completely flummoxed.

"He was perfectly proper, grandmamma. He's a complete gentleman, when we're together – in public and in private."

"Do you hear yourself, Narella. You understand who he is, do you now, my dear? Thranduil Oropherian is the king of Mirkwood. He's as old, maybe eve older, than your grandfather."

"Since when where you upset when I ever conversed with the opposite sex, grandmamma; on the contrary, you're always pushing me."

"He will take you to Mirkwood, Narella; and you shall never return. He is known for his selfishness, Narella. You must be careful." She sighs.

"Thranduil is good company, grandmamma."

"Fine. Just go; but be careful, alright." She waves me away; a small smile graces her thin lips, as she fusses around her desk.

My feet seem to fly beneath me, as I make my way back to my talan; and slam the door behind me. Just because I wanted to be nice to him, and grandpappi was worried about our interactions.

"You seem angry, my dear?" I gasp, looking up at you; and glowing at your neutral visage. "Can I pour you some wine?"

"What are you even doing here?" I hiss. "Shouldn't you be with your son or something, or with grandpappi."

"Haldir, Rumil and Orophin took Legolas, Tauriel and Beleg hunting," you confess. "And I have already seen your, rather irate, grandfather."

"I can only imagine what he said to you; he probably put grandmamma up to the lecture she gave me." I roll my eyes.

"You must not listen to a word they say, sweet Rita; you a wonderful woman, and I am utterly honoured to be your friend." You, gently, kiss my knuckles.

"I also value your friendship, Thranduil."

I beckon you to me; embracing you tightly. "We should not, Narella." But I don't budge, from my hold around your body.

"I am embracing a friend. I hug even your son, they cannot stop me from embracing you." I reply evenly, almost in a whisper.

"You are right, as per usual." You sigh. "Come. We shall go to the pools. You will get ill, if you stay here too long." You chuckle.

"Let me just change. I'm not traipsing around Lothlorien in a death-trap dress." I jog into my adjacent night chamber, to dress swiftly.

Leaving the top two buttons of my crisp white button up blouse, I roll up my sleeves and tug on some brown, leather knee-high boots.

You extend your arm to me; and I take your hand, interlocking our fingers. I was daring them, I know; but I would do whatever I liked, with whomever.

"You try your grandfather's patience, Narella." You chuckle darkly, and a wicked smile graces your young, beautiful features.

"And? It's not like you don't want me to, Thrain; you want me to come to Mirkwood."

"That I do, but – like I said, my Elfling – it will be, virtually, impossible for me to let you up and leave." You smirk wickedly.

"Maybe I don't want to come back?" I smirk wickedly, back at you; as we leave Lothlorien behind us, entering the darker, deeper forestry area.

"Do not tempt me, Narella." You warn darkly. "I do not like sharing my toys with other young elflings," you hiss insatiably.

"Did I ever mention another, Thrain?" I laugh, as the trees lessen and we come into an enchanted pasture with all kinds of exotic flowers, and a large, tidal pool, near the far end of the field.

"Good, because I am just telling you how I feel," you smirk smoothly. "Now enough about your grandparents and some non-existent lover."

"Finally." I lay down on the baby-soft smooth grass, gazing up at you. "Are you just going to stand there, like a statue, Mr. King-I'm-So-Extraordinary?"

You laugh, and I smile. I had never heard you laugh, and it was the most exquisite thing, a million times more attractive than that sexy smile of yours.

"Sit," I pat the ground beside me.

"Yes, ma'am." You playfully salute me, sitting down in robes and all, on the soft grass. "You are happy, my Elfling?" You smile.

"I am always happy, when we are together, Thrain. I have grown to be very fond of you, Thrain, and I know people mistake that for certain things."

"Let them. You and I have the rarest friendship, Elf; and I would never trade it for anything, let them say what they want."

"I want to come to Greenwood with you, Thrain." I sit up, flicking my dark curls over one shoulder, regarding you searchingly.

"And if your grandfather says you cannot? I would be a most welcoming host, but your grandfather no longer trusts me, especially with you."

"I will talk to him. I will make him understand, that your intentions are honourable, and that I want to come to Mirkwood, on my own volition."

"You would defend me, in front of your grandfather. That is a first." You chuckle. "I do not want to cause trouble in your family, my Elfling."

"You already have, I am just sticking up for a friend." I shrug.

"And what if my intentions are not honourable? And you so, vehemently, defend me to your grandfather?" Your smirk is impish.

"They will be if your want your elfhood to be intake, dear friend." I play fire with fire; and you laugh. "Stopping being such a lecherous old man," I giggle.

"You'll pay for that statement, Missy." You pin me to the soft ground; and growl menacingly. "I, Princess Narella, am anything but old."

"Have you gone for your customary spa session at the spa, Mr. Greenleaf?" We laugh, and you roll off of me, and we lay on our back, facing the bright sun.

"That's Mr. Oropherion, Miss Riddle." You chuckle, turning to face me, and leaning on one elbow. "Get it right."

"Oh please, Thrain!" I straddle your hips; looking down at your sweet visage, that I had grown so used to these past weeks.

"I would not do such things, my Elfling; or I might do something we'll both regret." You wink playfully up at me.

"And what might that be, Oh gracious king of the Northern Woodland Realm?"

"Why do I not show you?" you flip me over, and I'm suddenly on my back; and you've restrained my hands above my hands.

"I warned you, Narella." You state simply; and I fight the rising wanton groan. I would not be a woman, if I didn't notice you, but I didn't want to notice you.

"And show you what you do to those you've forewarned, Oh great Elvenking Thranduil Oropherion of the Halls of Greenleaf."

I'm gone from underneath your hold; and I watch as you suddenly get to your feet, and I wait for you to find my hidey-hole.

"I usually lock them down in my dungeons, my dear one; but I know your weakness, my Elfling." You chuckle darkly, from the centre of the pasture.

I whirl around you, "And what might that be, oh power king?" And I'm gone, as you spin around to try and get me, but I just laugh icily.

"You ticklish spot. I know where it is," you smirk knowingly; and I groan, and I'm suddenly before you now. "Oops! Not so good after all, my Elfling?"

"You'll never catch me, so you can't do much about that, now can you?"

And I'm taking off through the woodland, and you're trailing me easily; we pass my talan, and I ran straight for the steps of the Royal Pavilion.

Hide-and-seek, in the Royal Court was so much more fun; and you'd never find me there. I pass grandmamma and grandpappi, sipping ice-tea on the Royal Porch, and you tear past them, in a flurry of silvery-green robes.

"Catch me if you can, grandpa." I playfully stick my tongue out at you, as I see grandmamma and grandpappi just shaking their heads.

"You call me that again, my Elfling, and you'll be in big trouble." And I'm hidden inside a suit of platinum armour.

We dance around the ball room, and then I'm out; and I'm running back through the Royal House and I'm hidden under the chaise in the Pavilion.

I don't expect anything; and then I find myself in your arms, and you're tickling me mercilessly. "What did I tell you, my Elfling?"

"Alright! Alright! Alright! I surrender, alright," I reply, between fits of giggles.

"What do you say?" You continue tickling me.

"I'm not saying it, Thrain," I'm rather breathless now; and grandmamma and grandpappi just watch us animatedly.

"Say it, my Elfling," you growl, intensifying your attack on my sides; and I squirm against your robes, trying to release myself.

"Fine! You win! I'm sorry for calling you an old man." And you let me down, from that dizzy height. "Happy now, little girl?"

"We shall convene for lunch in ½ an hour?" Grandpappi smile openly now; as he sees it's not just about my body, anymore.

"We'll be in my talan; but thanks, grandpappi. Grandmamma." I drag you from the Royal Pavilion to my private talan for lunch and reading.

Author's Note:

Hey guys,

I've posted Chapter 2 up. For the next week, I'm in Cape Town, on holiday; so I won't be able to upload anything, but Sunday the 29th I'll be back, and I'll but up Chapter 3. Have a great Christmas, and hope you chat soon.

Xx Libbi Dee