Title: TH Elvenking's Visitors

Chapter 7: Awake

Spoiler Alert: The Hobbit (books, maps and movies)

Warnings: Language, Sexual Situations, Violence, Blood.

Pairing: Thranduil/OC

Summary: Ship - Thranduil lost his wife years ago to war. After the death of the dragon, there is a group of humans who are causing problems. One sparks Thranduil's interest.

A/N: I want to say thank you to everyone who has been sending messages of support, to those who have left reviews letting me know what you like and to the people who are following and fav'ing. It encourages and helps me write. Thank you. May you have dreams of Thranduil. Ok let's bring on the Thranduil death glairs and the Alyssa rant. I have to give some time to Legolas too.

Alyssa woke and pushed back the blanket. Her eyes opened to find that yes it was real. She had slept in Thranduil's bed. She turned her face and smelled the pillow welcoming the scent of berries. She breathed deeply and ran her hand over the silken sheets wishing it was his body.

She didn't hear any sounds in the other room, so she ventured out while resisting the urge to look inside his cabinets and dresser.

A small wooden door off to the side caught her attention and when she opened the door she was almost giddy to find a restroom. After using the facilities and stripping naked for a quick shower that came down from the ceiling like a waterfall, she wrapped in a towel then realized she didn't have anything to change into.

"Guess I'll have to check his drawers." She giggled to herself about the use of the word drawers while thinking of his pants. She stopped when she saw a bundle on a chair that had a note addressed to her in lavish calligraphy.

It read: Lady Alyssa, I would ask a favor of you. I invite you to attire yourself in the raiment I have selected for you. I attempted to have it in keeping with the style you appear to favor.

Elvenking Thranduil

Alyssa smiled from ear to ear as she took off the green ribbon that tied it to the bundle and used it to restrain her dark hair. She pulled on the soft green shirt that had designs of leaves sewn into it. The sleeves billowed, but the bodice part was fitted and had little clasps to hold it in place. She shook out a pair of black pants and tried them on thankful they fit in the waist then draped down. She put her own socks and boots on that apparently someone washed.

"Wait. I don't remember taking off my socks." She realized her memory was shaky.

She walked back into the bedroom and around the other side of the bed trying to remember what happened. "Blood…water…broken glass. What happened?"

She stood in the center of the room as her memory started to comeback. The healers who she thought were slavers flashed into her mind. She turned to the wall where they sat. "Not theirs."

She didn't remember the Elvenking bleeding then she remembered the wine and a kiss. The touched her lips and turned looking at the bed then back to where the door was leaning. "Growling. It wasn't him I kissed. It was…"

She gasped realizing that she didn't remember anything after that other than thoughts of The Raven by Edger Allen Poe. "That doesn't make any sense unless he hurt Legolas. He hurt Legolas for kissing me? It was just a peck."

She stared at the blood that was mixed with some water. It was partially dried. "He wouldn't."

She remembered the Orc he beheaded and how fierce his anger could get. It was so much more terrifying to witness in person than just viewing on a television or cell. She remembered the instant and intense fear when she didn't know what he was doing or going to do.

Alyssa went out to the main door and opened it to find two tall dark haired Elves standing guard. "Hi. Do you know where Legolas is at?"

One Elf ignored she spoke, but the other who had kind brown eyes tipped his head down to her and kept his voice low. "I believe you would call it a healing chamber."

She blanched. "Is her hurt?"

"I do not know my lady. It is down that corridor. Fifth door on the left." He straightened back up.

Alyssa trotted quickly down the wide walkway that had images depicted on the walls of Elves strolling in gardens and bathing in waterfalls.

She opened the door praying he was alright.

Her mouth fell open at the sight of dark green hanging vines with little purple flowers in them. Alyssa had expected a hospital setting, not a botanical garden.

She brushed the delicate vines aside and saw them growing in different places around white fountain statues that were of Elven women pouring water from different kinds of containers into pools of water. Green glowing plants sprouted out of the water. The gentle current from the fountains made them sway so that the light wavered and shimmered on the walls and vines. It made her feel like she stepped into the lost city of Atlantis. She felt instantly relaxed as if she had spent the entire week in a spa.

The scent made her think of spring as she moved farther in seeing a few Elves sitting on marble benches that were topped with dark green cushions. In the background, she thought she heard flutes and harps gently playing in time with the swaying of the reflections.

She spotted Legolas reclining on a chase lounge chair. As she walked over to him, Legolas dipped his hand into the water and swirled till a golden fish emerged from the deep and splashed water. She heard him speaking to the fish in Elvish as she approached his side.

"Legolas?" Alyssa whispered because she noticed no one else was talking in the large chamber.

He peered up then an instant smile broadened his face. It was a smile she remembered from watching Lord of the Rings and she could not help but smile back.

He sat up and motioned for her to join him.

She leaned toward him. "Are you hurt?"

He glanced back at the water. "Not physically." He put his hand over his heart.

She saw worry dance over his face till he took a deep breath and it seemed to leave with the exhale.

"I saw blood and a broken container on the floor in the bedroom when I woke up and I remembered some things. Not all. But what I remembered was…Thranduil was not happy and you were sitting on the bed with me. I kissed you."

Legolas turned more fully toward her. "Yes. Our memories are the same. But no, he did not harm me. I noticed the state of the floor after he arrived and I thought you were hurt. You do not remember anything more?"

"It's all fuzzy in my mind. I guess it was the wine. Oh, I remember rambling and did I quote the Raven? Ummm did I say things like quote the raven Nevermore?"

Legolas nodded. "You were quoting literature from…your homeland?"

"Yes."

"Then the name you mentioned in it?" Legolas raised an eyebrow.

"Was part of the quote."

Legolas' voice dropped and he leaned even closer. "Do not speak it, but that was the Elvenqueen's name."

Alyssa processed what he told her then inquired. "This is a place for healing your mind and heart?

He nodded.

"Me speaking her name…is that why you're here?"

"Partly." He pushed his long blond hair back. "I am also dealing with letting my feelings concerning Tauriel go. I've been alone for so long that working side by side with her became a substitute of sorts for a real connection. But I cannot despair; I do greatly enjoy having someone who amuses me to go adventuring with."

Alyssa smiled again. "Then don't worry…no I can't say. Just don't worry about the companion to go adventuring with. I'm not meaning me, but don't worry." She actually giggled when she thought about Gimli was in competition with him about who kills the most enemy.

"Thank you my lady. You give me hope." He continued to watch her.

She finally realized what the other girls in the group meant when they went on about how beautiful he was. He was practically beaming with infectious happiness all over his young perfectly sculpted face. She blinked a few times thinking that he was almost the opposite of his father in mannerisms. "You're easy to talk to and even when you are sad it seems like right behind the surface there is a joy in you waiting to come out. I didn't notice that before."

He looked over her face then paused. "Does Thranduil know and is this alright with him?"

"Is what alright with him?" Alyssa was not sure what he meant. She wondered if she should have asked permission to leave his bedroom.

"Intercourse between you and I."

Alyssa sat up straight and leaned away from him. "What?"

"I am not sure if he would approve after the way he acted last night after the kiss."

"I ummm. I'm here to check on you not roll around naked with you." Alyssa swallowed a few times and had to fight off the mental images she saw from her friend's drawings of Legolas half naked. She had never really thought of him that way and didn't want to start now.

He blanched then squinted at her. "My lady, I am aware you are checking on me because you thought me harmed, but whatever I have done to make you think I have physical intentions toward you. I apologize. I admit the kiss was my first time kissing a human, and I may have dreamed about you last night, but I have added that to things I must let go of and so I am here."

"Dreamed…let go…wait. You never kissed a human before? No don't answer that umm." She felt completely flustered even in the virtual paradise. "You said intercourse."

"Yes, and we are."

"And see that is what I mean. We are not." Alyssa shook her head. "You're wrapped in a million robe things and I'm not even touching you. I definitely would not call this intercourse."

"Then what do you call his?" He lowered his voice to nothing but air and leaned forward so that others may not hear what he was saying.

"It's not foreplay." She said it as a way of confirming it in her mind.

He broke out in another consuming smile and his voice returned to normal. "No. It is not. It could be if we continue, but this is not." He chuckled. Then he stopped while still watching the confusion on her face he spoke again. "You are very amusing. I think I understand what is happening. When I say intercourse, I mean speaking and communicating. It appears you believe it means something else."

"Oh my gawd. Yes, where I'm from it means well fooling around…physically in bed. Yes, Pride and Prejudice with Keira Knightley…Mr. Collins says through the intercourse…and he was talking about talking." Alyssa smacked her hand down on his shoulder. "We were talking about two different things." She pushed his shoulder then let go. "Culture shock at its worst. Only I would mix up sex and conversation. I think when you mentioned the kiss and if things were alright with Thrandy it threw me off." She pressed a hand to her stomach laughing.

A growling hiss sound behind her practically closed off her windpipe. Her eyes went up to Legolas and she saw a serious expression on his face. She turned to the other away from Legolas and instantly stood up blocking Legolas from the man that was practically frothing with anger.

"What is going on here?" Thranduil barked.

Alyssa felt nervous energy burst all over her body, and she held her hands out to the side not aware that she was blocking even more of Legolas from him. "Well it's not intercourse." She giggled like a mad woman while Thranduil tightened his grip on his sword that was still sheathed.

She took a breath and told herself to get control. "Ok. It was funnier in my head. I thought he was hurt. There was blood in the floor."

Thranduil had heard the last couple of sentences she said before she noticed he was there and wondered why she was talking to Legolas about sex, kissing and talking about him while mocking his name calling him Thrandy. "I inquired with the guards as to your location and they said the first thing you asked for upon leaving my bed chamber was where Legolas was at. You sought him out after leaving my bed."

"Yes, I said that already. I thought you hurt him."

"I would not hurt my son."

She remembered Legolas' sad expression and that it was mostly about Tauriel. "Not physically apparently."

Thranduil raised his voice even louder. "I desire this chamber to be emptied."

"Their meditating. We can go somewhere else." Alyssa stepped once in the direction of the door and noticed that Thranduil and Legolas stayed where they were. The other Elves kept moving toward the door. "Or not." She put her hands on her hips thinking that she kept forgetting he was a king and was use to commanding everyone around and that everything was his…literally.

Alyssa turned so she could glance between the king and the prince.

She looked to Legolas thinking that he appeared calm, was easy to talk to, pleasing to the eye, skillful with a sword and cared about what other's felt and thought. She glanced back to Thranduil and determined that he appeared to be filled with rage and anger, was difficult to talk with, seductive to the eye, also skillful with a sword and did not give a good god damn about anyone's feelings or anyone's thoughts but his own.

On the surface of these facts, she supposed it might be why so many preferred Legolas and his gentler more playful passions. She could see why they would prefer him and in so little a time had felt a kind of draw to him. But, she couldn't turn away from the lure of the Elvenking and his wounded soul. "God help me."

"Elvenking Thranduil will be sufficient for now."

She shook her head thinking again that she needed help. "I wasn't talking to you."

His eyes fixed on Legolas with malice that surely could have melted the One Ring.

"Oh, for god's sake, I wasn't talking to him either." She didn't know what else to say so she blurted out what she was thinking. "I was asking my god for divine assistance dealing with how complicated and volatile you are. Because I can't help wanting you and I don't mean just your …umm body. There I said it. The pitiful human likes the king and was worried his son was wounded because said human was drunk and mistook him for his father and kissed him. There. Deal with it." She threw her hands up into the air. "And take your hand off of your sword. It is like a threat to everyone around you that you are about to chop off their heads, but it makes me think about you naked and …well never mind what visuals it gives me about your naked body. Just stop it. It's too much! You're too intense all the time. You need to sit here and stare at the water a while and I'll go find something to eat. I have been told I'm bossy when I'm hungry." She yelled back over her shoulder. "Chop off my head if you want too, but I have to eat something."

She stomped off farther into the chamber to a table that had bread, berries and other fruits.

Thranduil's jaw dropped. No human or woman for that matter had spoken to him like that in over a couple thousand years. She insulted and praised at the same time while commanding him around. What shocked him even more was that he actually sat next to Legolas and peered into the water.

Legolas watched him in an equal state of awe. He had never witnessed his father act so compliant before…to anyone save his mother the Elvenqueen Lenore.

A/N: Well, thanks to the Raven she has a name now. I just picture a bunch of golden curtains then you see a lot of Elf men walking around with very short hair. "Hey what's up with your short hair?" The Elf tips his hair to the curtains. This mini fic was brought to you by A/N. Heheheee Thranduil needs to go on at least one more rampage before they get together.