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Chapter 3:

A fortnight had passed since Thranduil had his butler Galion send word to Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel, and neither they nor his guards have arrived yet, and Thranduil was getting antsy.

Every night since then he has been dreaming of her first days with her kin, and after a fortnight of standing idly by and watching everything occur unable to intervene, he was about ready to tear his hair out, which was very unusual for the stoic, bitter King he portrayed himself to be.

He watched as a tall and bony woman with dull brown eyes, a pinched face and shoulder length blonde hair opened the door to put the milk bottles out and shriek an ear-piecing scream, managing to nearly shatter his eardrums; and with the elves sensitive and perfected hearing, Thranduil instantly hated the plain woman who turned out to be her aunt.

He watched as she argued with her husband, an overweight man with beady eyes and a large mustache resembling a wild boar in the now darkened and wild forest of Mirkwood, about whether or not they should place her in an orphanage – which turned out to be a place where parentless children were sent off to with no kin to take care of.

He watched as a fat toddler who looked to be about Electra's age but huge in comparison, prod and pinch her, emitting painful cries out of the little girl who had been sitting innocently in nothing but the bundle that old man left her in from the night before, watching her kin argue about whether or not they should keep her, as though she were a mere object and not of kin.

Thranduil watched as they agreed on keeping her but stamping her unnaturalness out – having no idea what in Middle Earth they meant by that exactly, but his sharp mind comprehending that they were speaking of the magic she wields.

And lastly, Thranduil looked on in horror as they all but threw her into a dark and suffocating broom pantry under the stairs, slamming the door shut and ignoring her cries, as though hoping it would keep her from interfering with their lives as much as possible.

And that all happened on the first day!

May the Valar help the poor girl; Thranduil was outraged by the actions of her kin, that he so wished he could appear over to them and order them to be locked up in the dungeons of his Kingdom with strict orders of giving them nothing but stale bread and water until they rot.

Thranduil feared succumbing to sleep the next night for fear of witnessing what else he was about to witness happening to the poor orphan girl that would have been better off being left in that … orphanage.

But there was nothing the Elvenking could do as he watched the days of Electra Potter pass by in that - that household.

Thranduil surveyed the second and third day pass by; observing her kin eating hearty meals and leaving nothing for her – not even remaining scraps. A fifteen month old child that just went through the murder of her parents, actually witnessing her mother's death and surviving death herself, left to starve at the house of her kin, bawling her little lungs out at the lack of food, oxygen and attention.

It wasn't until the fourth day that her shrew of an aunt finally opened the wooden door separating her from her niece and grudgingly changed her incredibly soiled undergarment that had piled up due to fright and inattention; feeding her a small bottle of milk that didn't look healthy enough and then washing her quickly with barely any soap before throwing her back into the pantry under the stairs.

And on it went, like a never-ending, excruciating and heart-wrenching cycle.

For three days, Thranduil would watch as Electra would bawl her lungs out, her tiny fists curling in pain and fear, her large doe-like emerald eyes constantly filled with large amount of tears, her plump and rosy lips opened as wide as possible to let the tormented cries out, and her face strained red with pink splotches on her chubby cheeks.

During those three days, Thranduil would alternate between watching her cry in the dark, and storm after her kin while they ate meals prepared by the shrew, played with their spoilt son and ignored the anguished cries coming from their niece, occasionally rolling their eyes when she wouldn't stop, or in the fat husband's case, glare with as much malice he could muster in the direction of the pantry as though it were her fault she was not being cared for and looked after.

After three days of ignoring her, the shrew would once again clean up her niece like she did the three previous days before, barely showing her any care or providing her with enough hygiene.

After ten days of this torturous cycle Thranduil was forcefully bared to witness, Electra's cries lessened greatly, and that was when Thranduil knew; Electra's mind and body was adapting to being starved, given poor portions of a meal and her eyes were acclimating to the dark and diminutive pantry.

Thranduil didn't know how much longer he could withstand witnessing such torture, abandonment and emotional abuse; he didn't know much longer he could care to witness such monsters treat a child so poorly.

Electra was at a delicate age where she needed someone to help her to survive, she could not survive by herself without any care for at least a couple more years, depending on how smart a child was and if they had the strong will to live.

Thranduil wanted … no he needed the presence of Elrond, Galadriel and Mithrandir. He needed them to give him a solution of ending these despairing dreams.

At times Thranduil's thoughts would drift over to his son, Legolas, and what would have happened if he didn't have the strength to care for his son until he had reached maturity and was able to care for himself; if he didn't have the vigor to raise his son without his Lainathiel.

Thranduil knew that the elves of Greenwood would never mistreat his son, the Prince and heir to his throne, to his Kingdom; he knew that they would raise him well, properly care for him and teach him the lessons of life if he was unable to do so himself, and for that he was so extremely grateful.

He didn't allow himself to torture his mind for long with thoughts and images of Legolas being in Electra's place, for his heart threatened to burst at the simple mere thought of it.

For a whole fortnight, Thranduil kept swallowing on his bile, not allowing him to submit to any weakness and trying his hardest to carry on with his duties toward his Kingdom and his son after awakening from such horrifying visions.

He knew that Legolas had become suspicious of his behavior, and many a times he would overhear him demanding the guards if Elrond, Galadriel or Mithrandir arrived, to no avail.

Finally sixteen days later, Galion announced that Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel had arrived, and Thranduil wasted no time in barking out orders to give them privacy while managing to keep his stoic and impassive persona in place, not allowing the blissful relief to show whatsoever.

"Thranduil, how are you my friend?" asked Galadriel, her calm and pure sweet voice succeeding in relaxing his nerves.

Bowing to his old friends, Thranduil ignored the question, "Where is Mithrandir?"

Elrond raised an eyebrow at his friend; he had known Thranduil for a long time to know that his impassiveness was all a façade at the current moment and that he was desperate for the wandering wizard's presence.

Galadriel gave him an apologetic look as she said, "I'm sorry mellon nin, I tried, but I wasn't able to contact him."

"No need my Lady, I am here," a booming voice called out. The three elves turned to see Mithrandir entering the throne room with a serene smile on his wizened face.

"How did you know to be here?" asked Thranduil, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"King Thranduil, you should know by now that a wizard knows where he is meant to be at a time of great need; when you sent your guards bearing a message to Rivendell and Lothlórien, I hastened to make my path to you in time," stated Mithrandir with a subtly smug look on his face.

Galadriel smiled knowingly and Elrond managed a chuckle before addressing the nervous King, "What is it mellon? What was so dire that you called upon us with such haste and importance?"

"I don't understand it myself, so bear with me," upon receiving three instantaneous nods, Thranduil continued, "Over a fortnight ago, I witnessed disturbing dreams where I observe everything in a physical form yet I am not there and cannot change the outcome of events transpiring within right before me."

Elrond and Mithrandir looked confused; however Thranduil shared eye contact with Galadriel, allowing her to observe all the disturbing scenes he was unfortunate enough to witness every night.

Galadriel withdrew a sharp intake of breath, causing the other two to stare at them both in confusion and a slight bit of impatience.

"What?" asked Elrond.

"What is it you two speak of?" Mithrandir prodded, he did not like being kept in the dark, as a wizard he took pride in knowing nearly everything that would and could occur in Arda – Middle Earth, as he was sent to do by the Valar themselves.

Thranduil began laying all the events he was bore to witness, every excruciating detail; from the family of Istari; to the dark Istari who murdered them and tried murdering the child in the same way but failed, destroying himself in the process; then he proceeded to explain the events of the old man, the old and somewhat strict woman and the giant leaving the orphaned child on the doorstep of her kin; and lastly, the first fortnight with her kin in despairing neglect.

While Thranduil explained everything to the confused Lord Elrond and Mithrandir, Galadriel stayed by the side in silence, keeping an ear out to the conversation taking place and pondering the reason and nature of these dreams.

"That's impossible Thranduil," uttered Elrond in shock.

"Don't you think I know that?!" snapped an enraged Thranduil. "You think I enjoy watching a family get murdered and then torn apart? I witnessed their final moments! I witnessed the father playing with his daughter, and the mother jesting with them; I witnessed their dying moments and the moment when the dark Istari tried murdering an innocent little girl! And now I am forced to watch as her kin abuse her and mistreat her, starving her of food, love and affection!" he ranted in anger.

"Calm down mellon nin, I am not saying I don't believe you, I am merely stating that it is unheard of," said Elrond in a placating manner, holding both palms up in peace. Looking over at Mithrandir he asked, "What do you think of all this Mithrandir?"

"I? I have naught a clue my Lord Elrond. This is baffling. My lady?" said Mithrandir, placing the attention on Galadriel and away from himself.

"I think … I think that it is no mere dream you speak of Thranduil, I think that those you dream of actually exist, yet in another world, a world very much different from ours," Galadriel finally spoke.

"In all these millennia in Arda, I have never heard of the existence of another world, other than our own," said Thranduil, his mouth gaping slightly, losing all composure.

"Just because something is unheard of, does not mean it doesn't exist mellon nin," rebuked Galadriel in a slightly chiding tone. "Anything is possible."

"So why is King Thranduil the only one to have experienced the other world in his sleeping state?" implored Mithrandir, a spark of curiosity igniting in his grey eyes.

"And why is it centered on this girl? Electra?" added Elrond.

Thranduil waited with abated breath for the answer; he knew that Galadriel had contact with the Valar more than the others, and she was the one to help him the most with this situation, especially with her gift of sight that was far more potent that Elrond's.

Galadriel stayed silent for a while, her eyes staring into nothing as she searched for the answer.

"I cannot say for sure … nothing is absolute … however, I do believe the girl is important in that world you dream of, after all she did survive death when there was no escape at the age of one," said Galadriel slowly, she held a finger up asking them to not interrupt, "She may either be of importance somehow in the far off future, or the Valar believes that there is something to learn from witnessing her life unfold … either way, they have chosen you to be the one to bear witness to it. I'm sorry mellon nin, I don't know much else."

Thranduil sighed, "No don't be my Lady, you have helped me far more than you could. I knew deep inside that she was real … that all that happened to her was actually happening somewhere not in Arda, I was merely in denial due to the cruel treatment towards her and the horrifying events surrounding her, I didn't want it to be real."

"What action is to be taken?" asked Mithrandir in all seriousness.

"We must stay strong and keep in contact about anything to do with this mysterious girl," said Elrond matter-of-factly.

"Elrond is correct," said Galadriel looking appeased. "Thranduil, mellon nin, if you do not mind informing us whenever something important where to occur with her, we would be much grateful."

Swallowing, Thranduil said, "Of course. I was to do that nonetheless, I just hoped there was a way to stop the dreams from occurring."

"If only … if only," muttered Mithrandir.

"It could be a good thing in the end Thranduil," said Galadriel with a hint of a smile. Yes, a very good thing if everything happens as it should be.

Mithrandir stared at Galadriel with a knowing look as he hid a smile; he knew that the Lady was as shocked as they were once Thranduil revealed this shocking discovery, but he was suspicious that the Lady knew more than she should after staring into nothing – she always did.

Knowing the Lady Galadriel of Lothlórien, she wasn't to reveal anything until they were meant to be; until events were to unfold as they should without any interference.

A/N: So this chapter was a filler chapter explaining everything. I am not going to make it all dreams only. What did you think of Galadriel? I always viewed her to be the all-knowing, but unable to reveal much due to consequences that could occur.

Next chapter will be a time-skip where Electra will be turning eleven and getting her Hogwarts letter … or do you want another filler chapter before she turns eleven?

Let me know if you want all Thranduil POV, or if you would like a few Electra's thrown in every once in a while …?