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The Elven King was still drawn asleep, the silvery green sheets covering his still body as Annadel was staring out the large ivory window that had vines creeping around. She gently touched a leaf as it shyly hid away back into the bundle of its brothers. A smile appeared on her lips as she continued to softly tinker with her magic. Annadel turned to catch sight of Thranduil. He would be first to awake, first to draw the curtains to shine in what sun is left, growing colder and darker in these lands.

She could feel the cool breeze, slow but icy. She stared into a small gust, watching its invisible trail as it froze over a simple green leaf. Her eyes widened slightly, the green in her eyes brightening as she looked up towards the cloudy grey morning.

"It has begun."

Annadel carefully glided back over to her king's side, gently resting herself on her side as her hand came up to gently graze over his face. Sometimes, if she were lucky, she would see the scaring and burns that the serpents of the north. And this early morning, she saw it tucked on top of his pillow. The burn eaten away at his flesh, engulfing his eye as there was red flesh as if it were a fresh wound of but only a few days past. The battle in the north had take a toll but on everyone. Annadel looked over her arms and revealed scars from the swords of Orcs. A morgul blade slit down her arm and made a nice, nasty scar as another piercing of the same blade struck her near the heart. If it weren't for elven medicine, she would have gone into shadow.

For the dwarves were successful in taking back their mountain, their kingdom. Bilbo was to return to the Shire to live his life in peace after the long journey. And she retired in the woods of Mirkwood, to fulfill her offer by the Elven King's side. And she has stayed for many years to see the rebuilding of his kingdom and to see the forest be clear of sickness. She saw Legolas grow to be a fine, elf. He grew brave and wise with each day that passed and as the seasons tied over, he became more of a king. So similarly he and Thranduil looked, for once she mistaken Legolas as her king in the study. She grazed his hair lovingly as he sat in the chair as she cooed to him in their language. It ended in fits of laughter and sheer awkwardness for the next ten years.

A hand gently began to trace the scaring along her arm as she blinked out of her thoughts. She gazed down to see Thranduil staring upon her skin as his finger trailed each branch of the scar.

"What are you thinking that brings a smile to your lips?" He asked tiredly, as his face moved to look up in her direction. Annadel smiled wider and broke out in a soft laugh.

"I was in thought of a memory when I deemed Legolas to be you." She bit her lower lip and grinned.

Thranduil chuckled as his hand grazed over her knuckles. "In the evening, I did not know who was going to stop hooting first."

"That is until Legolas brought up what had happened in the study."

"And we haven't stopped laughing since."

"Iston." She rolled her eyes as she laughed. "You always remind me that you are you, Hîr vuin."

His hand came to her face as he guided her down onto his chest as they gazed into each other's eyes. Those silvery blue eyes softened as he gazed back and forth to each of her jade eyes.

"I only wished to know you."

"And have you succeeded?" His fingers glided down her neck and onto her shoulder, brushing the soft fabric of her silk robe down and over her arm.

"I do not know if I have learned all of the secrets of the great lord in the north." She smiled down upon him as she pressed a soft kiss along his forehead. "There are many years I have missed in your life."

"But only because a life of an elf is long." He said softly. "But I have been patient."

"And that you have." She smiled. "I am only but a couple hundred years behind."

"Not far in Elven years."

"I am so old." She snickered.

"And that makes me what?" He gazed over her in amusement.

"Ages old, Nin Meleth."

He chuckled as he pulled her suddenly underneath him, the robe opening generously. Her skin was white with the company of the darker angry star shaped scar that lay in the valley of her breast. Annadel winced from the sudden movement as she didn't have enough reaction time to cover her scar with her magic.

"An ngell nîn." Thranduil spoke quietly as his large hand traced the sensitive flesh. Annadel whimpered softly as the memory of the morgul blade stuck her filled her mind as sudden soft warmth of white light washed over the dark memory. Her eyes opened to see those familiar blue hues as her arms reached to caress his upper arm. "Gi melin." He leaned down to claim her lips as his hand grasped her breast gently, taking away his attention from the scar. His magic covered his face once again as her hand covered his cheek. Annadel shifted beneath him, taking her leg to bring up and caress against his bare body as his hand took her hip.

Suddenly, Annadel gasped as her eyes flew wide open. Images of four young Hobbits were running through a field of corn, running away from a farmer. Then the foresight changed to the black riders destroying an Inn in Bree. It was a dark night, as they cut away at the beds of where the Hobbits would sleep. She winced, fearing for them as the Nazûl screeched in sharp horror mixed in disappointment. They drew the sheets back from the bed as fluff pillows filled the air to reveal the beds were empty. Another horrifying and loud screech filled her ears as they swiftly stormed out of the Inn and rode off into the night. There was a brief flash of the Dúnadan, Aragorn. He was waiting by the window, looking out and saw that his plan had worked and foiled the Black Riders.

"Annadel!"

She panted, looking up into a worried king's eyes as she smiled. "They are safe."

Her eyes widened as she laughed. "They are safe! The Hobbits and Aragorn…Heir of Isildur…" Annadel turned and smiled wide at Thranduil's blank face. "It is forming. The Fellowship…" She sighed happily as she leaned to kiss the edge of his lips eagerly. "I have been waiting." Annadel lingered along his lips as their noses brushed slowly as their gaze deepened. "I am sorry that my visions have interrupted the remaining time I have with you." Her voice said softly, pleadingly. "It is a selfish thing…this power."

He shook his head as he smiled. "To see the past, present, and future of those who you have touched and to those who have not yet crossed paths…is a gift to be appreciated. As I appreciate all that you have done for all."

"I have not seen your future…" She said sadly as her hands played wit his hair that fell along his back. "I cannot see yours and only yours."

"Does that make you sad, Hiril vuin?"

Annadel smiled weakly. "What makes me feel sorrow is that I cannot protect what may harm you."

"Á tulle." He beckoned softly as his hand held out for hers to take. Thranduil slid out of their bed as his hand was offered for her. Annadel followed after him, taking his hand as he led her to the open pool. He turned to face her, his hands holding onto her shoulders as he pushed the remaining of the robe to fall from her shoulders, leaving her completely bare. He stepped into the water gently, silently as he guided her in. The water brushed along her ankles coolly and the farther they sunk in, the more it embraced them in its depths. Annadel glided through the water with ease as her eyes never left the Elven King. The water rippled on occasion with each movement they made. Her hair stayed along the surface of the dark water and trailed behind her and curled and splayed in freedom when she paused. She came to him, their faces so close to one another. His hands reached underneath the water to take her body and pull her close. In reaction, Annadel's legs wrapped around his slender waist as he took them through out the pool gently. Her hands fell on his broad shoulders as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned forward to plant a soft kiss along the top of his hairline, her breasts peeking just above the waterline into full view.

"Ánin aspenë." She whispered as she came down to kiss the edge of his lips.

"There is nothing to forgive, Nîn Meleth."

She smiled sadly as she pressed her forehead against his, their noses brushing as her lashes met his. Thranduil sighed as he pressed his nose against hers. "Just one night, I wish to enjoy you, for you speak as if this is our last moment together."

"I wish it weren't." Annadel said tenderly.

"We have all the stars to wish upon." He reassured her smoothly. "All the stars to guide us towards our light."

Hmm...maybe something a bit more in the next chapter? Wait to find out :)

An ngell nîn: Please/ Please, for my enjoyment

Gi melin: I love you

Hiril Vuin: My beloved lady

Á tulle: Come

Ánin aspenë: Please forgive me

Nîn Meleth: My love