Vonic awoke to the sounds of the forrest much like any other morning. The first thing her sensitive ears picked up on was some sort of bird chirping frantically somewhere in the tree's above her. The warning warbles the creature was letting out, normally would have caught her attention, but her mind was groggy from the previous night and throbbed painfully inside her skull.

The small sparrow-like bird took off from its perch and flying high into the air, took its warnings with it.

One slender arm reached up to cradle her aching head while the other pushed against the ground below her, a soft gasp escaping her lips from the sudden pain it brought her. Eyes still closed, Vonic brought her hand to her tender shoulder, feeling about the wound- it had reopened during her escape. She dropped her hand sighing loudly.

"How in morra did things turn so ugly so fast..." Vonic murmered to herself, tilting her head back to face the leafy canopy of the forest. She rested like that for a while and let her senses come back to her slowly. The throbing in her head slowly abated, but a new one took its place as the wound on her shoulder made itself known with a fierce intensity.

Vonic hissed at the sudden burning sensation coming from her shoulder. "must be infected..." she murmered outloud.

The forest was eerily quiet- Vonic finally realised just how abnormal the silence was and cracked her eyes open to peer around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, the leaves rustled and swayed with the slight breeze- though other than the tree's there was no life around; no birds or even frogs. Vonics' eyes widened, taking in more of her suroundings.

The atmosphere seemed darker here then in her little haven, the tree's larger and more twisted. A strong breeze caused some of the fallen leaves to lift into the air and swirl around near her outstretched legs.

There was something going on here that she couldn't quite place, but a foulness lingered that reminded her of the white mark.

The sound of fabric rustling behind her caused Vonic to freeze, her muscles tensing painfully- ready to spring into action.

"The distance you managed to carry yourself through this forest, during the night no less, is quite impressive." The statement was meant to sound like a compliment, but the smooth tone of his voice had a sarcastic bite to it that made Vonic think that maybe it wasnt a comliment at all. Almost as soon as the statement had been said, the man had stepped around her and into her line of vision. His movements made no sound, he walked as if he were a ghost.

'Maybe he is. Maybe this is a figment of my imagination, i did hit my head rather hard when i tripped on that root...'

Vonic took her time gazing at the figure that now stood infront of her and decided that there was no way that he could have been a ghost at all.

He was absolutely beautiful. Long hair the color of gold, framed a regal face- eyes so peircing a blue they could make the sea itself jealous- were trained on her person. The intensity of his gaze made Vonic shiver. He looked like one of the high Sons of Morra, who were said to have been crafted from the rays of the moon itself. Though Vonic had never met one of the high sons in her time before her banishment, they were well praised among her people- Vonic herself used to listen in awe when the elders spoke of many great deeds the high sons had accomplished. It was said that they had been the first of her kind, the five rulers; the five brothers.

Torrin, son of judgement.

Marlaun, son of hope.

Frayell, son of prosperity.

Kaun'lael, son of strength.

Sorro'fellen, son of war.

The name of each great leader was imprinted in her memory, taught from birth to worship the five high sons as the gods they should have been.

It felt like an eternity since Vonic had been banished from Val'morra, and though she missed being with her people Vonic did not miss the white walls that surrounded the city she once called her home.

"Do you not understand the language i am speaking?" The sun god demanded, "Is it not the very same one you had just been uttering in not moments ago, Or do my ears decieve me?"

He was impatient, it seemed, to hear her speak back to him.

Vonic continued to watch him from her spot on the forest floor for some time, before rising to her feet slowly and cautiously. Her muscles ached and Vonic knew she would not be able to run again if she needed to so she prepared herself for a fight, bending her knee's just slightly and raising her arms to her chest, delicate hands pressed into a fist.

The man simply raised an eyebrow at the stance she had adopted, a half smile played on his lips before he gave her a condescending look.

"I would not recomend you try anything when you are as weak as a new born child. You will lose."

Vonics knee's trembled with the effort of keeping herself upright, gritting her teeth, she ignored it and chose to focus on the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins at the moment.

Golden eyes locked on storming blue, both uncertain, but both full of confidence. It was a war of wills.

The shaking in Vonics' limbs proved to be her downfall, literally. Her legs could no longer hold her weight and she fell to her knee's infront of the sun god.

Never once did her eyes stray from his own.

"what is your name?"

The softly spoken words that came from the girls lips left the king wondering if she had even spoken at all, or if it had just been the whispering of the wind.

In all of his years alive on this earth, King Thranduil had never set his eyes upon a more curious creature then the one currently kneeling before him. Her very pressence seemed to disturb the forest, though not entirely in a bad way. She had bonded to the heard of deer that moved into his forest, and protected them from the dangers while they struggled to survive and repopulate. It had been a very long time since Thranduil had last seen a pack of the large beasts, the sight of them had been a joyous one.

And it was all thanks to this...

"Girl. You try my patience, i am not known to be forgiving." His answer was not the one she had been expecting, for her look of curiousity quickly turned into a scowl.

Ever so slowly the girl brought her self from her kneeling position infront of him, her chin raised deffiantly, golden eyes scorching him with the ferocity of the sun. Even wounded and exhausted she was a sight to behold, this creature from aworld unknown.

King Thranduil watched the woman, a look of mild interest painted on his face. When she was at her full height, pale wings tucked securely behind her and mostly out of his sight, only then did she choose to speak once more.

"And what, exactly, is it that would need forgiving?" Her accent was strange to thranduil, but her voice was soft and lilting. A tone that he did not find all that bothersome.

King Thranduil kept his look of irritation, never the one to back down from a battle of pride, he put on his best authorative voice.

"You are in my forrest! I am king here, and i do not recall granting permission to a creature, such as yourself, to enter- let alone make itself at home in my domain." His arm cut through the air infront of him, accentuating the fact that he felt lines had been crossed.

He turned away from the girl then, walking with silent footsteps towards a great tree that twisted and clawed for the sky. The wood on the tree was a sickly dark color, but when Thranduil ran a hand over the bark ever so carefully, it seemed to breathe a sigh of reliefe. The blood red leaves that adorned the tree hummed with happiness, and the air became a bit sweeter around them.

Thranduil knew the girl was watching him intently, something he quite enjoyed. He turned his head ever so slightly so that he could make eye contact with her once more, and was pleased to see her eyes were alight with curiousity; she could feel the change in the atmoshere too. He kept his hand on the tree for a few more moments, savoring the feel of bark on his smooth flesh. It had been so long since he had ventured out to see his woods... He was not blind to the sickness that had infested the once vibrant forrest. But it seemed as though the sickness of the forrest brought with it a sickness to himself; he felt withdrawn from the world and spite seemed to be the only answer for anything now a days.

She spoke.

"If you are king... then why are you not protecting what you claim is yours!" Her words had started soft, but ended with a feral growl and though she had not moved an inch from where she stood, Thranduil felt the attack and took a step back towards the tree he had been carressing.

"I have been the one protecting the lands to the east!" Her accent became thicker and Thranduil had to listen carefully to decipher what she was saying. "The orcs have been runing wild there, killing and burning the lands!" With that she did take a step forward, not a second later a arrow sailed through the air and burrowed into the ground not an inch away from her foot.

She didn't even look at it, continuing her advancement.

"If you are king in these lands." A delicate hand gestured harshly around them, her golden eyes alight and mocking him, "Then you are surely but a mockery to the title."

"ENOUGH!"

Thranduils anger could be felt for miles, his voice shook the earth with its strength.

And a second arrow head planted itself into her side. Thranduil watched the creature gasp, before falling to the earth once more, blood trickled from the wound steadily. Eyes immediatly darting to find which one of his loyal subjects had fired the shot.

His eyes landed on none other than his very own son, Legolas. His golden haired trouble maker stepped fourth, already accepting the unspoken accusation with ease.

"why did you maim a creature that had already been injured twicefold?" Thranduils anger still resonated with each word he spoke, his eyes were storming as they gazed upon his heir.

Legolas did not flinch, but stared right back at him- his blue eyes, a much brighter shade then his own, gave the young elf a constant mischevious look that the king truly did adore. "It advanced towards you. I do not trust it, neither should you. It is something we know nothing of, and now that the war has ended Sauron's rejects are everywhere." Legolas took a step towards the crumpled body of the girl. His eyes searching the creatures vitals first, before turning back to his father.

"you and i both know that looks can be extremely decieving."