Chapter 2 Strange feelings

Awilia woke up feeling stronger and she heard birds singing and she thought she was at home again, wondering why she can't smell her mothers breakfast.

She opened her eyes to the sight of utter beauty, the walls was covered in green plants and there was windows who let the sun glow in on her skin. She sat up from the bed feeling sore, so she started to study her body searching for wounds. She found some scratches on her skin and a wound on her inner thigh. When she was done she stood up and studied the different bottles and potions as she walked around the room.

She was startled when an elf walked in and quickly turned around. She wondered why the elf turned away from her and she quirked a brow. She then lowered her gaze down to see herself in only underwear and she froze. She couldn't find any clothes so she ran to the bed and took the blanket to cover herself up. She felt ashamed and she blushed, she looked up to the servant and he still had his back towards her.

"My lady I have clothes for you and I'm sorry for walking in when you where not properly dressed. I thought you might be caught in your dreams." The elf spoke with a smooth voice still not facing her.

She went forward to him and touched his arm to show him that she's not upset with him.

"Thank you for bringing me clothes." She said as he turned around offering her a smile.

"Is there anywhere I can take a shower?" she asked before the servant could say something.

He looked at her and nodded "follow me Lady Awilia, I'll take you to there. My name is Armith"

He smiled again and Awilia was pleased to know his name. She hoped she maybe found herself a friend in this place.

"I'm honored to met you Armith, maybe you would keep me company after my shower?" She said as she smiled and lowered her head.

"How could I refuse to company a beautiful lady." He said as he smiled back to her. His smile was radiant and Awilia was happy about the outcome of her forward question.

They walked in silent as Awilia looked around at the beautiful doors and handcrafts. She was impressed how massive everything was and felt a urge to discover every inch of this place. She was thinking out a plan of how she would be left alone so she could go on a adventure in here. Awilia was so occupied by here thoughts she didn't see the servant stop. She bumped in to him.

"I apologize Armith, I can be so clumsy." She said and her face turn to a shade of red and she hid her face behind her hair.

"You don't have to worry about bumping into me. I will leave you here lady Awilia, in here you can be at peace clean yourself. I will be waiting for you at the dining hall" Armith said smiling down to her.

She walked in to the massive bathroom, there was a spring inside with a small waterfall, she was stunned over how beautiful it was. There was trees and rocks around the spring and soft lights swarming the air.

She stripped out of her cloths and walked slowly into the pond. She swam to the waterfall and stood under it for a long time. She found soap to clean herself, the soap smelled like a summers breeze. The sent calmed her and she cleaned herself and saw all the dirt leaving her body, her light skin was shimmering in the light.

She walked down in the spring again and walked until only half of her body was under water. Her long and thick hair was covering her breast as the door to the massive bathroom was opened and in the opening she saw the King walk in.

She found herself unable to move again and her mouth parted in shock as her eyes met him. She expected to see his cold stare but instead she found confusion and amusement in them and she saw how he lowered his gaze down and she felt exposed to this dangerous, strong, beautiful, mean king. She felt how she began to blush and lowered herself down into the water to cover herself up. She was wondering what he was doing in here and why he was staring at her.

"I see that you find the spring to your liking, you're not dirty as when you came. But only almost, looks like you missed a spot" he said taunting her.

He smirked at her with a stare cold as ice. He couldn't stop admiring her were she was. Her white flawless skin, the long wavy brown hair, and those mesmerizing green eyes. He was stunned over the beauty of this simple human girl, and he hid it behind his cold stare. How was he suppose to forget the image of this fragile little human trembling under his stare.

She felt intimidated by him but she also felt ashamed and angry that he had insulted her. She lowered her head to look for the spot she missed but couldn't see anything. She turned around but still couldn't find anything. She turned her head to see him smirking, giving her the cold stare and almost as his eyes made her freeze. Goosebumps rose on her skin and finally she lowered herself down into the water.

She was boiling with anger.

"Who do you think you are? Walking in here when I'm taking a shower. Insult me all you want. You like to insult people don't you? Makes you all…." She almost screamed in frustration, but she got startled when she heard a ice cold voice so loud and scary she almost tripped in the water.

"Dina! Antolle ulua sulrim, Lle tela?" (Be silent! Much wind pours from your mouth, Are you finished?) Thranduil had enough of this unimportant human. She should respect him, he is the king and she is an ordinary human. Nothing important or worth living, he on the other hand have walked this earth for over 3000 year.

Thranduil hadn't seen this coming. He became angry because he was ashamed of being in the same room as her when she was undressed, but he couldn't stop taunting her. He was simply here to leave her a dress for her to wear tonight. He didn't know she was inside when he entered, and instead of walking away he was startled by her body.

She was shaking in the water, wondering if he will kill her and she surprised when she started pleading for her life.

"Don't kill me, I'm sorry for my behavior. Please forgive me my lord, I forgot my place."

She dared not to look at him as she spoke. She was angry she didn't dare stand up for herself but she didn't trust the King and she had a strong feeling he had no problem throwing her down the dungeon or out of his doors.

Thranduil felt a different kind of pleasing hearing her beg for forgiveness. He wanted to hear her beg more, he wanted her to fear and respect him. He wondered how this simple human gave him such pleasure of only begging him for her life. He thought it might have with the lack of cloths she had and how scared she was. He didn't know but he liked the power he had over her, and he liked how angry he could make her.

Thranduil shook his thoughts away and spoke in a venomous voice and glared at her "Next time you should be more careful of what you say, next time you will spend the night in the dungeon or worse, Ruthaer."

He watched her lower her self more in to the water, and how her skin changed in a darker tone. Thranduil was pleased with the sight of her and turned around with a threw his silver and golden cloak aside as he walked away. He smirked as he opened the door and left a stunned Awilia.

Awilia couldn't believe what just happened, she wondered if he had threaten her life or if she had misunderstood him. She felt angry and ashamed, she wanted to smack that smirk of his face for talking and looking at her that way. At the same time she got all hot and flustered when she thought about how extremely handsome he was in that simple silver crown and how his blond hair falling over his broad and manly shoulders. She had to slap herself for thinking such things about that horrible king.

She walked out of the spring and remember she still had no cloths, she looked around and found a dress lying where the king stand minutes ago. She was surprised and wondered why the King himself would come to hand her clothes. She felt really ashamed for how she might be looking threw his eyes. She looked down to her scratches and she felt insecure about her body. She pushed her thoughts away and picked the dress up.

She admired the dress and it was absolutely beautiful, it was a long slender green dress with silver patterns. She put it on and it fit her curves perfectly, a bit tight around her bosom, and she felt insecure.

Everything about the King confused her, the way he spoke to her, how he acted and the way he looked at her. Still some part of her wanted to be in his precent.

Awilia left the bathroom or the paradise room as she called it, she strolled around the big corridors wondering what secrets it hold forgetting Armith waiting for her. She looked in to one room and found a bedroom so she closed it and kept on walking. She went further down finding stairs down, she went even further down and strolled around like a little child doing something she's not allowed to do.

She heard footsteps and hid behind a wall down a different corridor. She held her breath as she heard voices come closer. They talked in elvish and she heard Legolas voice, she wondered what they were saying.

She couldn't hold her breath anymore so she took a deep breath and the talking stopped. She felt someone holding a dagger against her throat and she screamed. She felt a hand closing around her mouth and she panicked even more, she started to kicking and clawing against her attacker. The hand softly left her mouth and she screamed even higher but stopped when she heard his voice.

"Awilia stop screaming and kicking me, it's Legolas." He hushed her keeping her against the wall.

She looked up into his grey orbs and smiled, trying to catch her breathe. He gave her a half smile and shifted his head as he heard footsteps down the corridor. He knew the footsteps so well, and he took Awilias hand in his.

"Awilia, the King is coming and he won't be happy finding you down here. Be quiet and follow me." He whispered so quiet she almost didn't hear what he had said. She nodded and with a gasp he lifted her up and ran down the corridor in speed she didn't think possible.

She stuttered his name quietly "Legolas, were are you taking me." She graced his ear with her lips and he shifted his head quickly at the touch, almost as it burned him.

His grey eyes met her green ones and he stopped for a while, "I'm taking you away from here so you don't get in more trouble." He whispered as he started to run again. She felt reminded of the injuries she sustained yesterday, and she winced when Legolas took a stronger hold of her.

She didn't hear the guards anymore as Legolas ran further away, he jumped up one step of the stares and took a stronger hold and Awilia screamed out when he put pressure on her wound in her thigh.

"Awilia are you okay? What happened?" He cupped her chin as he put her down, her eyes where filling with tears as the pain reminded her of the wounds and that she hadn't recover all strength she thought this morning.

Legolas worrying eyes scanned her face and body, she met his eyes and gave him a halfhearted smile.

"My wounds still hurts from yesterday and when you hold med so strongly it reminded me of how much it still hurts." She whispered out sounding like a breath. But Legolas elven ear heard her perfectly, and his eyes showed remorse.

She didn't want him to worry about her, she felt warm blood start running down from her thigh.

"It's not your fault Legolas, you took me away from your dreadful father who would beheaded me if he saw me there." She stopped talking when she saw Legolas stiff as a statue, so she turned around to look for what made Legolas all startled.

She turned right into Thranduil and he held her hands up to his chest when she crashed into him. He looked down on her with a furious look on his face. She hid her face against his chest in shame and fear, and she felt his warmth and his chest expend as he took a long breath.

Thranduil was furious of hearing what Awilia was saying to his son, and furious at his son for running away from him with her. But still he couldn't say he felt another feeling of pleasing to have this fragile woman so tightly against his body. He felt her hands grip his clothing as she kept her head against his chest. A part of him wanted to touch her long hair. She truly was a beautiful woman, but he would never admit that was what he thought of her.

Legolas watched as his fathers eyes changed when Awilia was against his chest. He wondered what was going on in his mind, and he felt a bit upset to see Awilia so close to him with her hands on his chest.

"I'm so sorry my lord I didn't mean what I said and I didn't mean to walk so freely in your home. I was lost in all these corridors." It was only a whisper and if Thranduil and Legolas wasn't elves they would never have heard her speak.

"Amin n'rangwa edanea." (I don't understand these humans) Thranduil silently spoke as he looked down at the girl. But only Legolas heard what the king said.

"Legolas, Kela!" (Legolas, go away) The King finally said loud and stern.

Legolas looked at Awilia with worry in his eyes, but he could not disobey his father and he knew he would regret it if he would. So he simply bow and left quickly, secretly wishing Thranduil won't throw Awilia out or worse hurt her. He know how angry his father can be, and Awilia is pushing the right buttons.

Awilia started shaking again scared out of her mind being so close to the king. She didn't dare to take a step back so she kept being close to his chest.

"Lle tyava quel? (Do you feel well?) Thranduil asked looking down to his chest where the girl still hold on to his garment.

She didn't answer and he wondered if she heard him. Awilia closed her eyes and wondered why he kept talking in elvish when he knew she don't understand. She inhaled some air in hope she will find her courage.

"My lord, I don't understand what you're saying." She looked in to his eyes and hold her stare as he looked back into her eyes. His stare was hard and emotionless, she would not break down under his stare again. She will stay strong.

"Are you okay?" He asked still not showing any emotion, his voice was cold and hard but his breath which hit her skin was warm and she could smell wine.

She still looked in his eyes as she nodded.

"Why did you scream? Where you in danger?" He asked harsh as he took a hold on her arm.

She twitched and gave him a look of disapproval.

"Let me go Thranduil, I wasn't in danger I was in pain that's why I screamed, now let me go. You're hurting me!" She pushed herself from him but his grip got harder, his eyes burned like icy fire.

Awilia wouldn't back down from the king this time, he was irrational and she was threw with his behavior, she was no elf and he had no power over her. "Stop it hurts, I'm not one of your elves you can push around, now let go of me Thranduil!"

Thranduil bent down so that his face was only inches away from his.

"You don't have the privilege to use my name human. What were you looking for down here?" His word felt like daggers, and she whimpered as his grip got tighter around her arm.

"Let me go!" she screamed desperately as her eyes met his cold eyes she started crying. She hated him, she wanted away from here.

"I told you I got lost and couldn't find my way back." She cried as she begged him.

His grip loosened and he pulled her closer to her surprise. He wasn't holding her in an embrace he just kept her to his chest as her cries got quieter.

"Silly little girl, you seem to get lost a lot don't you? You will tell me what your porpoise is to being here." He snarled.

She didn't move away from him, she was tired and she had lost blood from her wound. She started to loose her footing and she felt his strong arms take a hold of her body as she had no power left to either argue or stay conscious. The last thing she remembered was the Kings voice in the distance.

I was tired writing this chapter, I hope I didn't do so many mistakes. I hope you are okay with the story so far. It will get better I promise, now I just try to build it up and it was harder than I thought. So give it a chance.