a.n Sorry about the wirdness...I decided to change the chapter a little specially the ending. Feel free to point out the mistakes I will soon correct them. Any please feel free to share your ideas if you have for this story because i only have a few. the more ideas i get the faster i can update. Tell what is that you guys wan to see in the next chapter and I will try my best to fulfill your wish. Anyways I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Your feedback and criticisms are always appreciated as it gives me more ideas. For those of you who have already read the chapter just letting you know that this is the extended version and I can assure you if you are a (thranduilxmoreira) fan you will love it. for that you patiently need to read till the end. Sorry that the chapter turned out a bit longer.

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1. what would you like to see in the next chapter.?

2. How was this chapter? Am I going too fast?

Chapter 4

The early evening hours were usually quiet in the halls of woodland realm due to everyone being busy with the duties they have been assigned to. Ofcourse it was not the same for Moreira, she probably was the only person who had neither responsibility nor any headache regarding the realm. In that way she was envied by all. The the little princess of Mirkwood spent her time reading, getting lesson by her tutors, secretly writing journals that contained her deepest thoughts; which no one knew where she hid. And other times roaming around within the boundaries of Mirkwood, ofcourse with special armed guards by her size. King Thranduil was ofcourse an overprotective guardian.

The particular evening Moreira patiently waited outside the king's chamber after knocking at his door for several times. Upon getting no response she gathered up her courage and opened the door to enter herself. She was not very surprised as she saw no one in the room. The king was never in his chamber till it was time for bed or if felt extremely exhausted and sometimes if he was overly drunk or if he needed sometime to himself which was more of the case.

Moreira wanted to leave as no one was inside but just as she was about to leave a sparkly object on the king's oak table catches her attention. As she neared the table she figured it was a necklace, a very beautiful one that was made up white gems, of pure starlight. Out of curiosity she picked it up. Moreira's curious mind wondered who it belonged to and there was only one who had the answer to that.

After wondering around and searching for the king for several hours all throughout the palace Moreira came across a dimly lit tunnel. She followed the path and it led her to small concise room which also appeared to be like a small garden with several types of plants surrounding it. There she found him, king Thranduil in his silver robe, sitting on his knees in front of what looked like a grave. He was so lost in his thought that he did not notice someone approaching him.

Moreira cleared her throat to get his attention. The elven King looked over his shoulder his piercing blue eyes noticed the young elleth marching towards him. The blue tunic covering the curves over her petite body that was slowly blooming into a luscious flower from a small little bud.

"Moreira, my dear..." His voice sounded extremely blank. "Come here." It made Moreira confused; she wondered what he was going through. "Moreira stopped few feet away from him. "Come closer." his voice came out very different than normal. "Closer!" This time Moreira felt an odd twist inside her stomach. Ignoring the feeling she took a step towards him. Before she could decided any other way the sadness in his eyes pulled her like a magnet towards him.

"Are you alright?" Her voice was filled with concern. She cupped his face her eyes searching for the reason behind those sad eyes. He was special to her and she would do anything to take away the burden of sadness that lingered in his magnificent sad eyes.

"Who rests here?" Moreira asked softly placing her hand on the grave placing herself beside the elven king. Thranduil's gaze moved from her burgendy orbs and settled on the grave before him.

"...Aranel..." the king answered stiffly while his eyes remained closed. Moreira's heart tightened as she noticed the dried tear stains at the corners of his eyes. She cupped his face in both her hands only for him to lean into her touch like a desperate child seeking for mother's shelter.

"Was she someone special to you?" Moriera whispered under her breath. He did not say anything verbally just nodded his head in response. Moreira wondered who it was so special to him; since he did not give her a direct answer. The elf king simply stood up as if he was trying to evade her future quarries. Morira watched him with curious eyes... her mind wondered too much yet she was scared to push him further. Like all the others even she was scared of his wrath. Though she never faced it but ofcurse witnessed it being taken out on so many. Yes...it was no good experiance, even the walls of Woodland realm quaked in fear of his anger.

"There…I found this," Moreira got to her feet following the elf king's movement and extended her hand to showing him the necklace she found. His eyes widened for a brief period of time before a genuine smile crept up his smile.

"I forgot to put it back." he ruffled her hair and while she handed the necklace back to him.

"It belonged to her…Aranel?" Moreira wondered innocently.

"No…it belonged to…Miriel."The elf king's hand slid down from her head caressing and feeling the softness of her dark hair between his long lithe fingers.

"Miriel?" Moreira asked tilting her head slightly. Her innocent violet orbs held nothing but curiosity. The look in her eyes what Thranduil could read was desire for knowledge to go into the depth of his heart to know him more, so that she can be there for him and protect him the way he has been protecting her from the day she came into his life.

"Miriel happens to be Legolas's mother, my wife." The elf king spoke while taking Moreira by the wrist and dragged her along with him from there towards the main hall. Moreira started at him in awe though she could only see his back while he tugged her along with him. But she did not fail to notice how tensed he appeared. It made Moreira think that actually how much effect did his queen have on him.

"And Aranel was our first born; she was the still-born that Miriel gave birth to 200 years prior to Legolas." Moreira silently took in all the words. She was shocked. The elven king never talked about his wife, in-fact this was the first time Moreira heard him talk about her and his daughter. She felt for him. Every fibre in her body could feel his agony. She wanted to take them away from him. It was the least she was obligated to. Morera opened her mouth to speak as so many question built up inside of her that only he could answer but before a sound she made he cut her off in a strict tone.

"I spoke a lot more than needed…no more for tonight. It is already late you should be heading to bed little one." With that he let go of her wrist and marched towards his own chamber. "I am going to retire for the night. I will be expecting two bottles of wine to be delivered into my room and I also do not wish to be disturbed till morrow." The king commanded for all souls that was present there at that time.

Miriel sat beside Calebrian for breakfast. She was worried that she would be late but to her surprise her older sister Cellin and her betrothed King Thranduil was not present there. Her heart skipped a beat the moment the elven king's face flashes before her eyes. She remembered everything that happened last night; how both of them passionately indulged themselves into one another. Her stomach crushed in guilt while at the same time a shiver ran down her spine. She lost her appetite and to make the matter worse at that moment appeared King Thranduil with his signature smirk on his face. His left arm was linked with her older sister who also had a smirk plastered on her face. How ironically perfect they looked with each other.

Miriel stared at the soon to be married couple in sadness. There were three different emotions in her eyes sadness, guilt and jealousy. Something that did not go unnoticed by her mother, who pretended not to turn blind for a while.

King Thranduil sat exactly on the exact opposite side of Miriel with Cellin by his side.

"How are you feeling Miriel?" Cellin asked concerned.

"…better…than before." Miriel answered nervously. Lady Galadriel noticed how her youngest daughter was failing to hold the gaze of her older sister.

"You have been missed at the feast little sister." Cellin spoke with sympathy. All could not bring it in her heart to answer all she could do was shyly smile and silently eat her food looking down. After all it was impossible for her to look into the piercing cold eyes of the elf king, the eyes that she fell in love with.

Miriel forbidden things are attractive. They shall call you, pull you, pressure you, but you should not give in. Miriel heard Galadriel's voice in her head. She looked at her mother to find her looking at her with a blank face but very disappointed eyes.

Miriel could feel her heart almost bursting out of her chest. She was scared. She wondered whether her mother knew it all along.

For the day that was all of Miriel what Thranduil saw since neither she showed up neither for lunch nor for dinner. The elf king did not rush, after all he was patient. So he waited.

/

The next two days every time the elven was nearing Miriel she moved away to a safer place, somewhere crowed surrounded by people. This chase of cat and mouse was driving the ever so patient elven king impatient. There were times when he wished he could grab her wrist and drag her from there but no he couldn't. He couldn't do anything he wanted in here it was not his realm.

The day particularly turned out better as he decided to visit the mountain. After all she was there, alone sitting under a tree, lost in her thoughts.

Lost in a different world that Miriel did not even notice, that someone was approaching her till he was just a touch away.

"Miriel?" He called in a sultry voice; making the poor little elleth jump in her place.

"king Thradnuil!" the young elleth got on her feet. "What are you doing here?"

"You have been avoiding me." He stated in a calm voice, his eyes devouring her from deep within, taking in every inch of the body that was under him two nights ago quivering in pleasure. "May I know what is your reason behind that?"

"I do not understand what you speak off." Miriel confidently tried to ignore his question.

"I….I-I have to go." Miriel stuttered not finding the correct words do defend her of the accusation.

"NO You WON'T." Thranduil growled and the next thing Miriel knows is her back hitting against a tree. Both her wrists pinned above her head and being kissed in the most aggressive yet passionate way.

Miriel's eyes were wide open where as Thranduil's one were closed. No one was nearby; only the tree would be the one to witness the passionate moment between the lovers. Slowly Miriel's eyelid closed down, she gave into the kiss. Thradnuil slowly loosened his grip on her wrists and made her wrap her arms around his torso while his wrapped tightly around her waist. Miriel's hand softly caressed his silver blonde hair while the other one tightly clenched the fabric of his dress at the back.

Miriel could feel her hear beating fast and his one even faster. She knew how much he loved her and she loved him back therefore nothing else mattered but then…

it was forbidden. They were not meant for each other. Even being hers in body and soul he was not her's; never even was...never will be.

Miriel a mistake can only be made once…then one after it is no longer mistake.

Thradnuil pulled away from her giving her chance to breathe but his lips followed the line of her jaw and through that part went to her neck. The sensual touches made Miriel gap her mouth while deep breath started passing it.

Miriel…you are no longer a child…you should know the difference between mistake and betrayal…it is no mistake but only a choice.

A soft mewling sound passed Miriel's as Thranduil bit onto her earlobe and sensually licked her beautiful elvish ear. Pulling him down more towards her she did the same with him resulting in a sound of animalistic groan that contained nothing but desire and lust.

"Say…my…name…" He purred between kissing her throat.

"…Thr-Thran-duil!" She moaned.

"Say it again…" he commanded giving a long lick on her jaw line dragging his tongue all the way down to her collarbone.

"..Thrand-duil!"

"…once more…" his sultry voice plead while sucking onto her collarbone.

"Thran-"

Open your eyes little Miriel…before it's too late!

That moment as if she was having some kind of a vision she could see her sister nurturing her way a mother does to her daughter. Miriel's heat felt heavier with guilt. It told her she was doing wrong even though her brain suggested it was fair in love but her heart rebelled.

Miriel snapped her eyes open and pushed the elf king with all the force she could manage putting as much distance between them as possible with both of them gasping for as much air as they could gather.

"Stay away from me." She hissed

"…Miriel.." Thranduil was shocked. "What seems wrong?"

"Everything," Miriel shouted rubbing her tears "This is wrong, what we are doing is wrong, what happened that night was wrong."

"Lovers are never wrong." His tone was soft. "We are not wrong."

"We are wrong King Thranduil." Miriel took a step from him though he did not move at all. "You should love my sister not me. In about few days she will be your wife."

"Miriel…why sudden change in thought? Do you bear the same feeling for me as before? Tell me my love." Thranduil approached her with desperate eyes making thing more difficult for her. "Have I done something to displease you?"

There was a heavy silence between the two till Miriel broke it off.

"Fall in love with my sister. It will lead to betterment for all." With that Miriel ran out of there without looking back, leaving the furious elven king alone who was trembling in rage that was threatening to explode his body.

/

"I was informed that you were searching for me, my sister." Miriel spoke calmly entering her sister's chamber which was unusually dark this time. Though it raised Miriel's curiosity a bit but soon made her afraid. After was she was no longer the innocent little Miriel that everyone knew, she changed not with time but just over a night.

Miriel wondered whether her sister came to know of her dirty secret. The thought it self-scared her. How it really happened the night is she wonders now. Why couldn't she push him away? Why did she give into the temptation?

"My sister Cellin? Why have you summoned me?" Miriel asked once again unsure where her sister truly was. The fact that she was not showing herself scared her.

"Actually it was me." That husky male voice; Miriel's heart started to race once more and then she hears the sound of the door being locked. By looking over her shoulder she could clearly see the sinister smirk on the elven king's face as he leaned on the wall wearing his silver kaftan topped with his silver robe and this time there was a silver circlet around his head.

Miriel form on it's own tuned around to face him. Thranduil's watched with amused eyes as how her little fragile form trembled in fear, how she hugged herself to rid of the cold that the soft silk dress was giving her. He could tell at this point she was having difficulty standing firm on her feet.

"Why?" her voice came out as a whisper but Thranduil could clearly hear her. "Why do we need to talk?" by now Thranduil was circling around her like a predator does with its prey.

"Miriel." He stops before her and takes her chin in his fingers and gently pulls up her face making her look at him. "Why so afraid of me… my love?" Miriel spoke no words but ofcourse her tears gave Thranduil some sort of explanation.

"I have reached a conclusion for us both." Miriel squeezed her brows signalling him to continue. "Let us leave everything behind and move to somewhere far far away; where no one knows who we are. We will start everything from the beginning." Miriel looked at him as if he grew another head. "Other option would be to sail west to the undying lands. Which one do you prefer?" Thraduil asked cupping her face barely containing him from the temptation to devour her lips.

"Nither!" Miriel exclaimed in rage "You imbecile king! Have you lost your mind? What of your people what will they do without you?"

"That I have already planned I shall make Gilon, my butler their new king." Thranduil explained.

"Then what about my sister? What have you thought for her?"

"What about her?" Thranduil asked raising his dark elegant eyebrow.

"It will be noting but shame and embarrassment for her once everyone gets to know her betrothed runaway with the youngest sister."

"Your sister is not my concern Miriel?" the elleth could feel her jaw dropping at the selfish words that came of the elf king's mouth.

"My sister is your concern she is to be your wife in a matter of few days." Miriel placed her hands on his chest and pushed herself putting a decent distance between them as possible. "I care for my sister just the way she did for me when I was an infant. I will never hurt her." Miriel almost yelled. She could see his jaw tightening and his hands clenching into fist while his knuckles turned white. His eyes were glaring daggers at her but in about few seconds it totally changed; those blue eyes took some outrageous evil gleam among them while his lips curled up into a smirk from one side.

"Your sister is precious to you;" The slanted smirk widened "I understand that." That exact moment Miriel saw so many emotions in those eyes, anger, lust, desire, hatred, greed and motives for destruction. It sent chill down the elleth's spine.

"Therefore I have decided, your sister shall be informed of everything by tonight. It is rather unwise to keep her in the dark."

"NO!" a gasp escaped her lips. "you will not do such a thing."

"…yes I will...and nothing can stop me." His smirk retuned again "unless you accept my offer."

"Which is?" Miriel's eyes narrowed

He leaned down and whispered into her ear "…pledge yourself to me." Miriel's eyes widen "till the day I wed your sister your body, your heart, your mind and your soul should be mine." He paused to place a soft kiss on her lips. "I will no longer bother you after my marriage and shall carry these memories with me for eternity." He paused again to place another soft kiss this time on her temple. "I'm giving you my word Mirel, not a soul will know about it and your sister shall live a happily married life."

There was silence in the room for a while. As both started into each other, while the elven king watched her with an anticipation and Miriel just wondered how she could fall for such a selfish soul.

"NO…" Miriel took a deep breath "I will not pledge myself to you."

"And why is that?" barked Tranduil.

"Because… I will not betray my sister. A mistake is made once not twice."

"Very well then" he turned on his heels "prepare yourself for what is to come next." With that he stormed out of the room.

The next day Miriel left her room with a deep fear in her heart. She did not know how she would face her sister. She also knew Thradnuil will exaggerate everything and before she knows her older sister will despise her for the eternity. Within three steps out of her room a voice distracted the young elleth.

"Miriel." Her heart skipped a beat hearing her sister's voice. The said person tuned to see both her older sister approaching her. To her surprise both had a soft smile tugging the corner of their lips.

"Come with us your dress have arrived." Spoke Cellin extending her hand.

"Mark my words it indeed is a beautiful one." This time it was Calebrian.

"Dress?" Miriel inquired "What for?"

"The one that you shall wear to my wedding." Cellin informed smiling only for Miriel to smile back ignoring the tugging inside her heart.

Miriel studied her sisters for a while and was relieved to realize that King Thranduil did not inform her Cellin about the truth. She knew well that she would have to thank him for his kind change of mind.

"King Thranduil!" Miriel found him on the balcony sipping his wine after hours of search. He did not speak right away instead continued to finish his drink in long gulps. He placed the goblet on top o the railing after finishing the drink and turned to looked at Miriel.

"My lady…what brings you here?" Miriel noticed no crown was there on his head. He was in his usual attire.

"I'm just here to thank you."

"why?" he asked, his voice slightly drowsy.

"Wait…" Before Miriel could speak he interrupted her "I know why you want to thank me. You believe I have changed my mind about bring pain to your sister. In that aspect you are correct my little Miriel." The signature smirk returned on his face making Miriel gulp in fear as she realized he was upto no good. "I gave myself a thought. If I tell her everything now it, the marriage will break and it will cause her a brief sorrow but soon she shall be free of me. But…." He paused taking pleasure from the fear in Miriel's eyes "once she marries me. She will be bonded to me forever. She will become the queen of Greenwood but…a husband is not what she will have." The elven this time took a step towards her making the young elleth move two step backward. "Her eyes shall witness how her husband enjoys the warmth of other maiden under him."

"No.." Miriel whispered

"..Yes…her ears shall hear the moans of their pleasure; something that she will never know."

"This is not fair." Miriel had tears that were threatening to fall.

"Like I said your sister is not my concern. But of course you can change my mind, my offer is still valid." Thradnuil spoke calmly.

"And I shall decline…once more." She spat. "Like I said…" she tried to imitate Thradnuil's tone "I will not betray my sister. And I know it will cause her more pain once she knows I have accepted your offer." With that she was about to exit but abruptly come to a stop as her arms was painfully grasped by the elf king.

"Remember one thing Miriel… none but you shall be responsible for the pain that your sister will bear after the marriage. I have given you the choice to stop it… but you only rejected."

Miriel was at loss of words "At least I can console myself that I am not one of those maidens underneath her husband. I will not be the cause for her agony." A laughter escaped Thranduil's lips before he spoke next.

"Your memory needs sharpening my dear. Have you forgotten that you are the first maiden that was underneath your sister's betrothed?"

No words came out of her mouth after that. She only watched as the elven king's sight disappeared into the distance. An agonizing pain started from her stomach and soon started to spread all over her body and soon Miriel could feel everything around her fall into darkness.

/

The white council meeting was interrupted in the middle by the head healer who wanted a private audience with the Lady of light. This was one of the times when the elven king himself was present at the meeting. Lady Galadriel's eyes moved towards the elven king on it's own, for she already knew what the news the healer has brought.

"My lady it would be proper if was able to speak to you alone. The matter in fact is quite private." The healer requested. Since he thought it was best not to disclose such news to the public but the moment the lady opened her mouth it appeared the other way.

"Fear not Madrel, tell us what you have to," She paused glance at the elven king who was calmly seated beside her with his legs crossed leaning on the chair like he owns the world. "They are all our own." The healer seemed more confused at the Lady's tone but continued anyways.

"I have carried out a thorough check up on lady Mirel after her recent passing out and it appears that…" he awkwardly paused and at this point all four pairs of eyes were on him, though there were six people present in that hall. The Lady of Lorien and the elven king just had their eyes on each other as if exchange silent rage. It gave the wise healer slight hint that they already knew what he was going to say.

"…And it has come to my knowledge that lady Mirel is with a child."

"WHAT?" Celeborn was the first to speak, or rather exclaimed in rage and confusion. Ofcourse it was not a very common sight seeing lord Celeborn raging. Both the white and the grey wizards were suggesting him to calm down but it was easier said than done.

"What more knowledge do you have to offer on this matter?" Asked Elrond who was also like a father figure to Miriel even though they talked like they were siblings.

"The child is very young. Indeed she conceived very recently." The healer informed.

"What do know of the father of this child?" Asked Mithrandir the grey wizard to the healer.

"I certainly know nothing of him."

It was oddly quiet for some time. The air in the room seemed to get heavier and dense. Everyone had their eyes fixated on the poor healer as if he was the cause for the unwanted pregnancy whereas the main culprit was sitting with them confidently a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

Elrond's eyes on its own moved to the elven king's direction. He was observing the blonde king's every move. There was no guilt in his eyes, yet Galdriel was giving him a very queer look which only meant onething...after all lady Galadriel will not do anything without a proper reason. 'Is he the cause of this incident?' Elrond thought to himself.

"Do you know who is the father to this child?" Celeborn asked his wife only for her to look at him with sad eyes. Taking a deep breath Celeborn continued.

"…Did you see it coming? Any vision?"

"My eyes could not bear the cruelness. No matter what my powers are I'm a mother to them both and I shall love them both equally. I cannot choose on-"

"Let us not complicate this anymore." The elf king cut the lady of Lorein off mid-sentence. Making few of the ones present silently gasp at his insolence. No one dares to interupt Lady Galadriel but he did. "It is my heir." The whole room quieted down. His signature lingered on his lips; somehow they seemed to have widened even more giving him a darker aura. "Yes I have taken her to bed….she was beneath me..." The goblet on Saromoun the white's hand hit the floor, the sharp noise it made reached everyone's ear.

"...Clenching on my back while gasping with passion." the elf king's smile took a more teasing turn "I am well aware of the fact that she is way younger compared to me, but..." a slanted smile appeared on his face "love has no boundaries."

Coughing was all that escape from Mithrandir. Celeborn could not believe his own ears he desperately wanted to believe it was a passing nightmare but alas the elf king's smirk reminded him reality was much cruel.

"The wedding is in seven days, what shall we do now?" Celeborn's voice escaped as a low hiss "what happens now?"

"Everything stays the same, aside from the bride." Thranduil replies as a matter of fact tone while sipping his wine. "I do not see how is that such a difficult task?" elf king asked sipping his wine.

"And how do you suggest we tell lady Cellin?" questioned Gandalf.

"The truth." The elf king answered once again with his nose in the air. "I do not see how that is so difficult?" No one actually understood whether it was a question or a statement. All the while Galadriel remained silent yes she saw it but she also saw how much her youngest one loved the elf king, she also saw how happy yet guilty she was the elf king bedded her.

"And what do you suggest we tell lady Cellin…that the wedding shall remain unchanged but you are no longer the bride since Miriel is already with King Thranduil's child." The moment Elrond finished his suggested statement a sound of sharp gasp gets everyone's attention. Cellin was standing by the door with both her hands covering her mouth while tears filled up the corner of her eyes. There was only one expression on her face... shock!

"Cellin?" Celeborn called her softly but the elleth simply turned on her heels and ran into an unknown direction. Galadriel follows after her daughter, as a mother it was her duty to bring her daughter little comfort possible and to her broken heart.

Just as both Cellin and Galadriel disappeared from the sight Thranduil focused his attention back to Celeborn and asked

"Why not we go through the wedding check list once more?" the smirk never falling from his lips.

Moreira knocked on the king's door and lack response after couple of knocks made her open the door on her own once again. As she reached the king's chamber she noticed his large form unconscious over the luxurious chaise that lay opposite to his four poster canopy bed in long distance. He was in a silk plain black robe with golden embroidery on the sleeves and the front of the chest. Muscles of his pale chest was peeking from the inside of the robe. He was in his black trousers but the boots were gone this time. The crown of woodland realm rested on the table in front of his chaise with few empty bottles of wines.

Moreira noticed the half full goblet in one of his hand that was hanging by his side and the other one held the necklace and was placed on his chest. Right on the spot where his heart pounds.

Moreira couldn't help but notice even in his sleep how beautiful the king was. HIs long hair that fanned over the chaise felt softer than the satin robe covering him.

Moreira takes the hanging goblet and places it on the table then gently takes that hanging hand and slowly places it on his stomach. While she does that, automatically her eye lands on the necklace. the beauty of pure starlight captures her attention. She couldn't fight the temptation any longer; she ends up caressing it with one finger, memorizing the beautiful details of the white gems on it. She wondered how queen Miriel looked wearing this necklace? Beautiful for sure. After all an elf this beautiful will definitely not have a plain wife. Shaking the thoughts from her head she gets up and leaves only to return with a warm woolen blanket that she wraps around the large form of the king. After lingering her lips on his forehead for sometime she decides to retrieve for the night but just as she turns around to leave a tight grasp on her wrist prevents her move. Moreira turns to see the elf king staring at her with unreadable look on his beautiful blue eyes. They were cold yet somehow warm.

"I apologize if I disturbed your sleep majesty." Moreira looks down apologetically and for that she missed the smirk that was twisting up the corner of his. The next she knows one sharp pull and in a blur her upper body was on top of the king. Giving him the access to wrap her arms around him.

"I do not recall giving you the permission to leave my precious." Moreira cheeks turned a little pink the king's words which ofcourse did not pass unnoticed by him..

"I simply did not intend to disturb your sleep. I was informed that you wanted my presence but as I entered I saw you dozed off and thought it was best not to bother you."

"Such a pity that you think this are never a brother to me. Even Legolas is sometimes but you…" Thraduil paused to tug a strand of her hair behind her ear "…never." The way he voice sounded it sent a unique shiver all over the young elleth's body.

"Why did you need me at this hour my king?" Moreira asked messaging the kings's scalp with her small fingers making it difficult for the king to keep his eyes open at the sensation.

"…Stop…" the elven king pleaded grabbing her wrist and bringing it close to his lips as he brushed soft kisses on all of her fingers "You are making me fall asleep. I already had too much wine that my mind requires."

"Sleep is what you require my king. Your body requires rest," Moreira said disappointed "Definitely not wine."

"I'm well aware of that my lady, but before that there is one more task that I should complete." With that he gently pushes Moreira off him to stand on his feet. Then he takes Moreira by the wrist and walks into a different direction in the place. Moreira noticed he was moving into the direction of the closed door in the palace. These door that has never been opened since it only has one key and it's always with the king. Aside from him none has the ability to open the door.

King Thranduil opens the door and gesture for Moreira to enter first and then follow after her. To Moreira's surprise this room was not like the room in the palace. All the furniture's were covered in white sheet. It appeared as if no one entered here in the last thousand years.

"It was Miriel's chamber," Thranduil declared clearing her confusion. "all her belonging rests here." Moreira looked at Thranduil with both shocked and confused but more of it was added as she notices the king placing a small stack of keys on her palm.

"What are you doing? I can not take this. What if i end up ruining something?" Moreira asked nervously.

"Then it shall be ruined." the king teased his little princess. Then suddenly his expression changed into a serious one"From now on you will be in charge of this chamber. " Moreira's jaw dropped. "Do as you see it fit."

Moreira couldn't help but eye him suspiciously as he circled around her both his hands connected at the back. His smile clearly told her he was upto something.

"What?" Moreira asked eyeing his action.

"There is one more thing, that needs to be done." He replies.

"Which is?" Moreira raised her eyebrow elegantly.

"For that, little one I need to you close your eyes." Thranduil whispered in Moreira's ear as he stood behind her suddenly. Moreira obeyed without a question but her eyes snapped opened as she felt a substance being placed around her neck and to her surprise it was queen Miriel's necklace the one thst she was secretly eyeing after discovering it's existence..

"What are you doing? Are you losing your mind?" Moreira was close to tears. "It belongs to your late wife. Why are you giving it to me?" Moreira whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible. No words could express her happiness yet she tried to suppress them reminding herself she was no queen.

"It sits very well around your neck, makes you look like the queen." Thranduil spoke studying her carefully. "Perhaps once more it will remind me of her smile."

At this Moreira could no longer hold back, she burst into tears. Both her hand on her mouth, she knew not how to act at that point. She wrapped her arms around the king and burried her head deep into his chest to hide her miserable looking childish face. Unfortunately in all these her innocent eyes failed to examine the way the king was eyeing her little form nor could she catch the predatory undertone in his voice as he spoke those words and lastly how tightly clenched his fists were.

"I do not know how to thank you my king."

"You need not." The elven king responds as he rests his chin on her head. "There is only one thing I desire from you."

"Which is?"

"Always keep on smiling….that was what my Miriel, the queen of woodland realm did to brighten up the dark arda around me."

"I will my king." the dark haired elleth said pulling away from the king. "But for now we all should be heading to bed." Moreira stood on her toes and leaned closed to the king's face. Understanding the sing he bent down only to get his face softly caressed by her lips in a soft longing kiss while her fingers softly caressed the other side of his face.

"Goodnight my king. hope you have the sweetest of all dreams."

"I wish you the same my dear."

The great king watched his princess walking out of the chamber. The warmth of her happiness still lingered in the room caressing him softly. Why could not understand why but he longed for her to turn around even if it was for the shortest second. His legs wanted to reach out and stop her but then he knew that he should not. Thranduil had no clue what has gotten into his mind but for sure he knew things has changed, eversince the little elf-ling started growing up.

Even to this day Thranduil remembered the day he found her in her forest on the verge of becoming the food of an filthy orc. He saved her from that filth and at the same time got entranced by her beautiful burgundy-violet eyes that was so similar to his wife. He took her in raised her as his own and right before his eyes in several year she turned out to be a beautiful elleth; something that exceeded beyond his imagination. Just the way the beauty of the youngest princess of Lorein wowed him with her beauty, soft heart and kindness...and Moreira day by day was becoming more like her as if she was her own daughter. Ofcourse that was not the case since that beautiful princess only successfully gave birth to one, Legolas.

"...Moreira..?" he could not restrain, the name slipped from his tongue before he could stop it. The elleth stopped in her track and turned to look at him with a questioning gaze.

"Nothing. Go to bed." Nodding Moreira turned around and exited.

A voice deep down inside told the elven king You should stop before it's too late.

The lustful sighs and breaths filled the air. After quite a few centuries the great elven king felt this way...he was no longer alone, he felt the warth of the other body that was underneath him quivering. Even after centuries of gap he has not lost his skills, to be a great lover. Her small form was completely covered by his larger one. After all he was the king, he would be the one to dominate and she will be the slave crying out for mercy.

Their fingers entwined. Her head shot back on the pillow in bliss while his mouth lust fully caressed her neck.

"...My..ki-king..." she mewled. The sound of it so soft, so pure filled with innocent made the beast inside him groan.

With each thrust he was nearing his end the agony in his body was puling his muscles together just awaiting the release.

Close...he was close..so close...

Her small hands tightly clenched his back crawling her nails down his spine. A loud moan escaped his lips at the sensation.

"...ah..More-ira.." for the first time he took her name as he neared the edge. His pace quickened...he was close...his body started to release...all his tensed muscles...started to relax as blissful wave started taking over him...

With a loud gasp the elven king shot from from his slumber. Both his hands tightly clenched the fabric of his bed sheet and bracket. His heart was racing, his lungs were empty...he was gasping for air. His lids were tightly closed shielding his beautiful blue orbs. His face was down his silver hair curtained the sides of his face. For a moment he even lost the concealing spell that covered the scar on his beautiful face.

In his long flow of life Thradnuil had many nightmare they ruined his sleep. Nightmares of the dragon, the slain of his father, the death of his beloved in his arms but nothing could compare to how horrifying this blissful dream was. A reality that was turning into a nightmare.

"Your majesty!" the loud banging on his door snapped him out of his thought. "Your majesty please wake up." Those guards did not know that he was already up but he chose not answer. Till they started to get into his head with louder banging.

"What is it?" He asked calmly.

"Lady Moreira my lord..." His heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name.

"What about her?" He was trying to rid himself of the dirty illusions of his dream or rather nightmare.

"She is bring up in high fever. The healers are already in her room tending to her." at normal circumstances he would run without a second thought but this time it was different. He could not pull himself together and face her.

"Your majesty!"

" I will visit later. Go wake up Legolas or Tauriel or Haldir and report to me of her condition every hour. Go now."

The guard found it quite odd indeed. For as long as he knew the king he would never turn his back on the lady but what happened this time and giving into the curiosity he ended up questioning the king

"Will you not come you majesty."

"OUT!" the king's voice roared from the inside of the closed door. A flash of anger passed through the kings body. The lowly silvan guard dared to question him how dare he. All he knew this was not going to end well... A deep sigh passed the king's lips as his fingers ran through his silvery blonde hair.