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Chapter 4: Only You

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The blonde ellon stood in front of King Thranduil waiting on his final judgement and decree on the situation that was before him.

Thranduil watched as a young elfling clang onto her parent leg hiding behind his form, the only thing that was visible to him was a small dark skinned hand and dark hair falling by her side. A beautiful colored eye peeking out behind her father's leg.

She was but a child, but she was a peredhil child. The decision he would make would mean that the king condoned having half elves in his kingdom.

Thranduil stood from his grand throne descending down the stairway, he saw how the child hid her entire form behind her father.

As the king stood in front of the ellon, he tried to see the elfling but failed, she was hiding well from his sights.

"Do not be afraid child, come let me see you"

Her father pushed her a little forwards slowly revealing her entire form in front of the king, gracing him with the prettiness of a young ellth.

He saw how she barely reached the waist of her father, dark hair tied high into a pony tail. Her hands folded in front her nervously playing with her fingers, keeping her eyes down not giving him the pleasure of the beauty of her eyes.

He kneeled down to try and reach eye level with the young elf in front of him.

"I am King Thranduil, what is your name my dear?" slowly she lifted her eyes to look at him but immediately curtsied and looked down taking her dress in her hands extending the dress to the sides.

"My name is Zalar, your majesty" as she slowly stood up his eyes were finally graced with her violet eyes shining beautifully.

Thranduil stood up and gave his decision on the matter regarding the child.

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When Tauriel gave him the list of the members that would be joining the ranks of the royal guards. The peredhil's older brother name was on the piece of parchment.

As he looked at the ellon's name his mind wandered back to young child that had entered into his kingdom over four hundred years ago. His eyes had wandered to her whenever he could find her but to the king's disappointment it was a very few times during the recent years as the bud blossomed into a beautiful flower.

He had seen how close she had been to her older brother, how he would dot on her. She was always escorted by him during her outings.

He immediately denied his entrance into the royal guards simply because he wanted to see her walking through his realm more often and not become broken hearted from her brother's death from battle.

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As the king walked in his private garden thinking, as the pain in his chest became so painful he could no longer hide or ignore it.

Two days had passed since the Starlight festivities and being informed about the news that his secret lover had fallen ill.

He had tried to reach her but not once did he receive an answer from his spiritual call.

The king had wanted to see her, he wanted to know what illness fell upon on her, Thranduil wanted to be in her presence again to feel her body beside him once again.

He knew that she did not have the gift of the spiritual bonding, between family, nature, and lovers. The moment they became intimate the connection should have been made but the binding of their feä was never made. He could not communicate with her mentally, or feel their emotions of each other. Thranduil wanted to bond with her immediately so that everyone would know who she belonged to. He would be able to speak and share his thoughts with her things he could not verbally say to her about his feelings, all of this would have been shared through the bonding of their feä.

Thranduil took a drink of his wine as he walked through the garden until his eyes landed on the patch of white roses with a violet color at the end, her favorite kind of rose.

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As his wife escorted out the healer from their home, the blonde ellon sat next to his daughter holding her hand tightly.

The illness caused his beloved daughter to regurgitate and be consumed of very high fevers. Her fevers should have subsided already but they did not. She had not consumed anything other than a few sips of water during the past three days.

Her beautiful glow and rosiness in her cheeks was gone and replaced with paleness and pain in her features. She was sweating through the sheets, they had changed the sheets three times during the night and had tripled the amount of blankets that were laying upon her.

She had whimpered once again as her father dipped a towel into a bowl filled with cool water from the spring and started to wipe the sweat from her face.

He had not left his daughter's side since the illness started in the middle of the night, the night before the Celebration of Starlight.

Several times lord Claude had tried to come and see Zalar and had been refused every time. The head of the house did not even let his wife and son see his beloved child.

He loved her deeply. He loved her beyond his own life something like this teared and pulled at his heart if he could take her place in his stead the ellon would have done so immediately.

He had not eaten or gone to his duties during the past three days, he did not care if he would get demoted or lose his position the health of his little girl was all that matter.

As night started to fall on them, the ellon held a bucket towards his daughter as she sat up immediately and purged into the bucket the small contents in her stomach. Her father tried to soothe her as he held back her hair and rubbed her back trying to ease the pain in anyway.

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It was in the middle of the night when someone was banging against the door. The younger male in the house that was up drinking wine the entire night, he could not sleep since his little sister fell ill.

He slowly opened the door to reveal the king himself standing in front of their home with two royal guards behind him.

It took him a couple of minutes to realize it was the king before him, he immediately bowed and opened the door for the king to enter into their home.

"Where is she?" Their king said looking around their home.

His mother had come out his parents chambers and immediately curtsied upon seeing their king in their home. The silvan ellth tried to hide her improper form from his majesties view.

"Your majesty, what can we do for you?" his mother asked looking straight into the eyes of the king.

She watched as her son closed the door to their home as the guards came in and stood on each side of the door not moving. The guards were armored in gold armory informing everyone that laid their eyes upon them knew that they were a part of the royal guards.

"Where is she?" the voice of the king rang into their home

"My lord you must be a bit more specific your majesty"

"ZALAR!" The king shouted loudly in their home the noise causing a deep pain his ears.

His father came out from his sister's room shouting about the noise disturbing his sister's sleep.

"Dear the king is here to see our beloved daughter" his mother informed his father with calm voice

They did not know why the king would enter their home in the middle of the night shouting for their daughter but for some reason things slowly began to make sense and the reason behind his daughter's illness became clear as his green eyes meet the king's royal blue pair.

"Has my daughter offended you in some way your majesty?" the green eyed ellon asked looking at his king.

"Yes! Now bring her to me!" the king commanded with another shout.

"I beg of you King Thranduil, she is ill if you could keep your voice down" his wife asked trying to not offend the king.

The anger on king's face disappeared and immediately Thranduil commanded his solders at the door to leave them alone.

When they were left alone, the king spoke low and soft. They had never heard the king speak in such a manner.

"What has befallen her?" Thranduil asked slowly as his eyes fell upon the room where her father came out of.

"A very high fever it is not calming down, your majesty" the blonde ellon declared looking at the king in front of him but somehow the figure in front of him did not seem like a king at all even though his entire form said so, but Thranduil stood before him as a man.

As his eyes fell on the king, he finally realized the late nights he could not find his sister. The secrets she hid when he asked her who she had become smitten with. She had always told him the truth but when it came to talk about a lover she immediately changed the topic.

"It is you is it not? She is in love with you, you are the one my sister sneaks out to meet at night" her brother declared as he looked at the king, finally realizing he was just like every other man.

The king did not say anything to Zalar's brother, he had told her not to tell anyone about his command.

Thranduil lifted one his thick and dark eyebrow at the young ellon not even reaching half his age.

"How do you know about it?"

The blonde ellon became rigid at the questioning of the king before he could answer coughing emitted through the air as his father ran back in the room.

Thranduil noticed how her mother and older brother did not move from their spots as her father attended to her, but the coughing and gaging sound became louder. He started walking towards the room where the sound was coming from.

What he saw and smelled was sickening to his stomach, there was this disgusting smell of fluids and sweat mixed with herbs. The entire room smelled, the king could not take it but what he saw infuriated him more.

The look of horror was on her face, it became clear to him that she remembered his threat towards her. She held onto her father fighter as she dug her face into her father's shoulder.

Her nightgown was falling revealing most of her bodacious bosom, a coat of sweat covered her entire body. Her legs were revealed so much that all the king wanted to do was to ravage her till morning and beyond. Her nightgown was hunched up to her waist revealing every inch of her body that he had missed. The memories of her legs wrapping around him tightly as she called for him, pulling them closer till there was no more space to escape flooded his mind.

Thranduil had to restrain himself otherwise his desire for her would be evident for anyone to see.

Her father was pushing her away slowly from his chest as he looked to the king and then to his daughter.

"King Thranduil wishes to see you"

He saw how she held onto her parent tighter, fear, she was afraid of him of fulfilling his promise that he made to her when he yelled at her to get out of his chambers.

Thranduil closed his eyes to calm his nerves and spoke once again.

"I will return tomorrow"

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Evening had befallen them as the king walked in circles reviewing documents in Mirkwoods throne room. He had dismissed his guards and did not want to retire to his chambers for the night just yet. The piece of parchment in his hand held the reports of the trading's between Mirkwood and the new established Laketown.

Thranduil sipped on some wine as his cerulean eyes scanned the paper in his hands. He walked next to one of the stone pillars and leaned on it as he lifted his eyes from the document and onto his realm. Caves upon caves lighting from the ceiling eliminating the darkness within the stone walls.

He saw a flicker of light in one the homes, his eyes following the lonely lighting wondering who would still be up at this hour.

When he finally saw who it was he kept his eyes still following the form not letting a single moment escape him.

Zalar, the peredhil in his kingdom was sitting by the railing of her balcony, sipping on some liquid in a cup that he could assume to be wine. Her face leaned on her arm as her dark locks fell around her face, her eyes concentrating on the book in front of her.

The king slowly watched as she moved her locks from her face when they fell in front her eyes becoming an obstacle in the way of her reading. Every two minutes or so she would flip the page and take a sip of wine.

Thranduil kept his locked on her, she was a good distance away from him but with the eyes of an elf, he could clearly see her even with the lack of lighting. It must have been at least an hour since he started looking at her and it did not seem like she was going to retire for the night to take some rest.

She had filled her cup once during the hour and Thranduil had filled his twice as he kept his eyes glued at the young she-elf.

She was not even a quarter of his age but she was very mature for an elfling so young. The king did not know if he could still call her an elfling as his eyes roamed her upper form. A light blue nightgown hung around her body loosely, when she positioned herself in a certain way the nightgown would hang lower by her chest revealing the very evidence that she was no longer a child but a fully grown ellth. Her mounds were pressed together as she moved her arm to the left giving him a clearer view of the deepness between them.

He could feel the heat rise in his body as he looked at her intensely, his eyes had begun to hurt from the pressure he was putting them through to gaze at the woman.

Thranduil rubbed his eyes together with his thumb and pointer finger trying to soothe them a bit so that he could indulge himself a little more.

As he removed his hand from his eyes and looked back at the ellth he was surprised to see that she was starring right back at him.

He did not know what he should have done had she known he was looking at her.

After about a minute or two of just holding each other's gaze, the king noticed how the strap of her nightgown was falling off her shoulders. He did not want to inform her, he wanted to see what was under the thin material, what she was hiding from him.

But he took the other path showing her with his own hands that her strap from her gown was falling, he watched how she nervously lifted the front of the dress to hide her form and fix the strap on her right shoulder.

As she seemed to deem herself proper again, she mouthed to him a "thank you" not forgetting to add your majesty to it.

When her lips moved, Thranduil wanted nothing more than to indulge in the caverns of her mouth.

The moment she was getting up to leave he protested showing her a stopping motion with his hand. She looked at him confused, he made another motion indicating he wanted her to sit.

Thranduil saw how she hesitated before taking back to her seat, but she did not return to her readings but instead locked eyes with the king.

They had stayed that way for at least another three hours before she had to rest, eyes locked deeply with one another not once moving from each other's form. He wanted to curse every time his eyes had to blink and her form was taken from him. He had watched how she would blush and nervously play with her hair when his gaze would become too evident for her.

It was the first time she had smiled at him, a smile that an ellth would have smitten with a young ellon. It had become difficult to withhold his desire for her.

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She was feeling better, she did not know if she was actually feeling better or if she was so afraid that she made herself think she was feeling better.

Zalar was sitting with her back against the bed head with two pillows to help with the hardness of the wood against her back. She was still covered by multiple blankets on top of her, her body was still somewhat covered in sweat, and she was not strong enough to get out the bed. Her mother had helped her wipe off her body with fresh water. The room started to have a better smell it was most likely the flowers that filled her nose, the white roses with purple color at the ends, her favorite kind. The king had brought them for her.

She watched as he sat there next to her bed with his legs crossed and hands folded across his chest and his eyes piercing her very soul. He did not have his crown adorning on his silver head and he was dressed in a more modest way. A green tunic covering his chest, brown boots and brown trousers covering his legs.

He was sitting there for at least twenty minutes simply starring at her, she wanted to hold her ground to be firm but she did not have the strength for it.

Her family was waiting in the dining area as the king was in her room having a private audience with her. The rumors that would start because of the illness that fell upon her would be known by every lady of the court and every ellon that had ears and a mouth on them.

She tried to dampen her chapped lips with her tongue trying to speak.

"Are you going to kill me now, your majesty?" she said softly but loud enough so that the king could hear her speak.

Thranduil raised a brow at her question, did she really think he would harm her in anyway. Unless it was during their acts of desire he never wanted to inflict pain upon her body.

"Don't be ridiculous" his voice was harsh and he saw how it sent shivers down her spine. The fact that she had a thin nightgown on did not help either, it seemed as if whenever he saw her she was always dressed in a nightgown.

The king had never seen her formally in a dress or her armor for the fifth divison.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, your majesty"

He hated how she would just give him one word as an answer and then add your majesty to it. He remembered a time where the phrase "Yes, your majesty" brought him to pure bliss. It was the first couple of months that she would moan in such a way.

Thranduil smirked as his mind wandered back to the past.

Zalar did not want to disturb him, he seemed happy with his mind wondering but the fact remained that everyone would now know that she had an improper relationship with the king.

"My lord?"

His blue eyes meet her's indicating that he was listening.

"Will I still be keeping you company in your chambers?" she slowly tried to reach for the goblet that had water in it, but the king had beat her to it standing up beside her filling the glass then passing it to her.

As she slowly drank, the king sat right next her on the bed pushing some of her black hair behind her ear. She avoided his eyes looking down at the cup in her hand.

"Nothing has changed between us –"she interrupted him shooting her head up looking directly at the king, "But everyone will now know"

"I am fine with that Zalar, it will be easier for us" His face moved closer to hers as he took the cup of water out of her hands and placed it on the bedside table.

As his face moved closer Zalar found herself closing the distance between them as well, as their lips touched the desire they held for each other was evident.

The kiss turned deeply very quickly, the king pushed his tongue into her caverns as the pink object moved together with the other pink muscle, pushing and pulling at each other's lips harshly.

Thranduil was pushing the layers of blankets off of her as she moved herself into a laying position. Zalar's hands started pull against his tunic finally grabbing the material helping him take it off and throwing it on the floor. The urgency and want between them was too great, she could not hold it in any longer, and it seemed as if Thranduil could not either.

Thranduil ripped her dress open to reveal her beautifully sculpted breast, he took both of them in his hands messaging and pinched the soft flesh as his lips attacked her neck with open mouthed kisses.

Zalar was trying to untie his trousers, trying to keep her concentration at the task she was trying to complete but she failed miserably as they moved to hold onto the king's back as one of his hands pulled up the bottom of her nightgown to push his hand in-between her legs. She could feel how he smirked against her skin as he felt her desire for him.

"~Thranduil….my lord…please" Zalar bit into his shoulders as one of his digits indulged himself in her flesh.

He absolutely loved it when she cried out his name.

"Again" the king commanded as he took one her mounds into his mouth moving the pink muscle around the flesh leaving a trail of saliva around it.

She said his name again when he started to rub and move faster against her desire.

"I beg of you Thranduil"

The king pulled back to untie his trousers, to immediately indulge himself in the ellths body that he had desired the moment she left his chambers that night.

Her moans became louder, her muscles wrapped around him as one her hands was placed against the head board making sure not to hit the board making too much noise for her parents to hear.

As the king made slow and painfully movements inside of her, it was not enough, not when she had missed him so dearly, not when she thought she would never be able to have him again.

"Faster, Thranduil"

He wanted her to plead, to hear that she had missed his touch as much as he had missed hers.

"Say it!" she did not understand what he wanted her to say, "Say that you want me" He kissed her harshly making her lower lip bleed.

She whispered the words her wanted to hear against his ear, licking it. He moaned as she touched him in a way that Thranduil absolutely adored.

"I want you my lord-"she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist trying to pull them closer together.

"Only you, Thranduil"

His lips descended on her for the final time as their desire became evident for each other.

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