Chapter 5 (part 2)

Another sigh passed the elven king's lips. It was in fact the seventh one in a row. The warm water on the Jacuzzi did relief his stress a bit but not helped his mind a single bit. His mind was still clouded with the haunting dreams, he could not get it out of his head no matter how hard he tried. A cruel chuckled escaped him as his realized that he started to think it as dream rather than a nightmare.

He failed to understand what was actually the root of these kinds of dream, where was it coming from or rather why? It's true that Moreira was special to him, even way to special than he ever expected. There is something in her that captivates him like a web, unknowingly she is the predator and he becomes her prey.

'What is she to me?' His mind wonders. Why does his mind think about her every passing second? That is even a bigger question, that has no perfect answer. The Answer was simple yet very difficult, it always lingered at the tip of his tongue but it never came out.

'She is your daughter!'

A voice in his head always reminded him, of the status of his relation ship with her but now he was not so sure on what he wanted.

There was a time when Thranduil loved that idea, coming home to a daughter was something a father waits all day for. Though Moreira never addressed him as her father but she had enough respect and devotion for him. All these time he was more than satisfied with these. He was her strong elf king and she was his little fairy, little dove, elfing, little one, child, flower, butterfly and so many more names that he had for her. But now with time some thing else was going on.

Truth be told Thranduil knew one thing for sure these vulgar dreams were not happening out of the blue. There is a reason behind it, everything happens for a reason . Even though he never admits but yes things from his side did changed quite for quite sometime. He has lost count for how long but he remembered the day clearly the day he understood that Moreira was growing up; the time of innocence was coming to an end. At the very same time he remembered the days when Moreira was just a little elfling who would sit on his lap and watch him rule the woodland realm. He would sit in his throne and her throne was his lap.

"Majesty..." Came the young chirpy voice of little Moreira who is not taller than his knees. The elven king towers over her smiling.

"I have a gift for you majesty." She added flashing him a soft smile.

"A gift..." He inquired "for me?" His mind wondered what did an elfling had to offer him. He waited to see her gift and at that point heard her speak the most unusual word

"Kneel!" It sounded more like a command coming from an innocent voice. Elvening together with his advisors had their eyes widen.

"Kneel!" She uttered that word again...to the great elven king. this time her voice more demanding.

Thranduil looked at his advisors but all head their eyes on the floor.

"Do you not want the present?" She asked with curious eyes. Scrutinizing every detail of him. Before the king could respond she spoke again "Then kneel."

Clearing his throat Thranduil stepped foreword and carefully kneeled down on his knees. At that moment he really understood how the others feels when he commands them to do the same.

"Take off the crown." Moreira requested. Thranduil motioned one of his advisor to do that. Soon as the crown of woodland realm was lifted off his head a smile flashed on Moreira's face. Finally she revealed the prized possession she was hiding behind her back. First everyone was trying to figure out what is was because it only looked like huge ring made up of flower.

"What is it little one?"

"A crown." she placed it on his head "For you, a pretty crown. I made it." Those words somehow touched Thranduil's heart. After a really long time he felt appreciated. He was out of words, he felt his jaw quivering.

"Thank you" he whispered bringing the girl into his arms to wrap himself possessively around her. He knew she was fragile and he had to protect her, after all she was his to protect.

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"That is my hair you are nibbling." The elven king spoke with an exhausted sigh. His eyes watching his hair getting slaughtered by the little elfling's teeth. who seated on his lap, with him on the throne.

"I really do not understand what is the fun in that?" She was too busy nibbling his hair to respond. "Do you really like my hair that much?" this time she let go of it from her teeth but kept those locks in her hand soon she found a different hobby-making a knot with them. Something that cost the elvenking and his maids a lot of effort to get his hair fixed and back to normal.

The elven king opened his lust clouded eyes. It was difficult for a normal person to notice but yes there was a dark pool of lust in his wintery blue eyes. Those memories brought a smile to his face. Forever he will cherish those times, the time when Moreira completed the emptiness inside of him with her warmth. His dark word lit up with her smile- a smile that brought shame to the brightest of startlight.


The sound of throat clearing gets Halir- the current march warden of Mirkwood's attention. He turns to see first slim long legs then the owner of those legs; the young beautiful princess descending down the wooden staircase. It was not an easy job to take his eyes of those beautiful pair of legs. Still Haldir managed to focus his attention on her face. Although she looked so beautiful but still it was very inappropriate to wear sleeping attire outside of the bedroom and yes the chemise underneath her blue silk robe was that short; barely covering anything.

"My lady Moreira!" He exclaimed quite shocked. "Watch out you may hurt your feet. I see you are wearing no shoes." It appeared qquite difficult to take his eyes of her legs. "The floor is cold, have you forgotten that you just recovered from severe fever?" There was a slight tone of scolding in his voice but it had no effect on the young princess. The smug smile that was plastered on her face did not falter at all but widened. Strangely she appeared to be happy. Which ofcourse she was; after all Haldir cared for her, what else she needed.

"I came to thank you." She replied eyes casting down, gently biting on her lower lip and her fingers nervously playing with the ends of her light pink chemise.

"What for my lady?" Haldir spoke keeping the formality. The warden knew very well what she was implying to but it was always fun to play innocent. It added more spice to it.

"For taking care of me?" She paused then added "I know you were there. You held onto my hand tightly for a while and the only thing you chanted was 'get well soon'...even if it was for a brief period of time."

"I did what was to be done princess." Haldir tensed up a little noticing the shade of red on her face. It made her look even more breath taking. And it happened, the March warden was so lost into the princess's face that he failed to notice when the princess got so close, for the time being he was intoxicated by her charm.

Moreira took his hand on her, her eyes focused on his ones and neither of their eyes dared to blink. Shiver ran down Moreira's spine as she felt Haldir's hot shaky breath fanning her face.

"Thank you Haldir...my dear friend." The last part she whispered in elvish, each word left her lips like a prayer. Haldir watched how gracefully her hair curtained her face from both the sides. Moreira's dark hair truly was a beauty. It appeared to look so silky, he could no longer restrain himself; he brushed his fingers through them and carefully tugged a few locks behind her ear making Moreira squeeze her hand that was holding onto Haldir's one.

"I should be gone." Moreira suggested neither letting go of his hand nor taking her eyes of the blonde elf before her.

"Yes you should…that would be for the best." Haldir agreed bring the tangled hands close to his lips to place a soft kiss "My princess! After all stable is not a place for you."

"Why do you say so? These are horses not Orcs, they will not eat me." Moreira flashed him another smile.

"But they can dirty your fine clothes for sure." Haldir pointed his fingers at the horse that was trying to nibble on the ends of Moreira's robe.


Thranduil placed the goblet on the table to pour himself some more wine. The meeting with lake town went quite well, in his favor to be honest yet his mind could not relax. There was a strange pain at the back of his head bothering him. No matter how hard he tried somehow his mind led him back to those hideous dreams Moreira and himself.

"Such demonic thoughts" a dark chuckled escaped from him. He started to pour down the drink in his mouth in long greedy gulps.

Never in his life Thranduil thought things would change this fast and so drastically. He still remembered the day, when everything slowly started to change. The day his mind slowly started to get corrupted, the day slowly evil started to peek through the innocence. He remembered it was a clear day of spring; the season of green and new beginning, of the nature. Little did he know that his little flower was also on the verge of it...growing up and having her new beginning.

"Why are my eyes blindfolded?" Asked king Thranduil irritated.

"I do not want to ruin the surprise for you." Moreira replied cheekily,while Thranduil felt himself being dragged through the corridor; he could tell she was taking her towards the dining room. For some reason inside he felt quite excited. His nostrils were filled with the rich scent of sweet, vanilla mixed with exotic understood that they were already in his dining chamber. Finally his blindfolds were taken off. Moreira pulled the chair for him and motioned for him to take the seat. While she started to serve him with the fruit cocktail that she made with yogurt and added vanilla essence for even better taste. He took a spoonful of the custard. The taste was did not quite understand what was the best part? The recipe or the effort that his little one put into it.

"So...is it good?" Moreira looked at him nervously but her eyes were full of hope and anticipation.

"Delicious." This one word reply made the young elleth before him blush, that was all she needed to hear.

He noticed the pink hue on her face; he extended one hand to feel it. He wanted to feel whether it was real and it indeed was! His fingertips brushed over the soft skin of her face. The pink tint on her face seemed to have turned red at his touch. Was he causing this this? His mind wondered. A part of him got excited...for what he really did not know neither did he want to know. For now the lesser he knew the better it was.

"Is that it?" Moreira nodded saying no. "There is more?" Thranduil raised his eyebrow a bit surprised and impressed at the young one's talent. Moreira slowly pushed another bowl in front of him that contained honeydew and watermelon in small pieces. Then she passed a small bowl containing honey that was traded from the skinchanger. In Moreira's opinion this was the best honey she tasted and when preparing something for the king she made sure to use the best ones.

"Do you mind feeding me?" The sudden request did get Moreira a bit off guard. She was not expecting that. Yes as a child she was a huge fan of feeding the king with her very own hands it made her feel special. Now those were just silly childhood memories. But this kind of request after a long time was overwhelming for the young elleth. Moreira sat herself on the kings's lap and picked up a fork to get fruits in them and dipped them in honey before placing the fork in front of the king's mouth which he did not open. He smirked and instead started to play with her hair.

This action got Moreira confused.

"What's wrong?" Moreira asked a bit nervous also little irritated because she has put so much effort into this despite not feeling well from the morning and now the king was just fooling around with her.

"I want you to use your hand not a fork." Moreira groaned in frustration but still followed like an obedient child that she was. She put down the fork stuffed with melons on the plate and picked up a piece of honeydew with her hand and dipped in honey and finally offered the king. This time He opened his mouth allowing her to feed him.

She kept on feeding him while he occasionally stopped the action only to grab her wrist to lick away or suck out the extra honey that lingered on her lithe fingers.

A tickling sensation passed through both of them. It was nothing unusual, they pretty often shared close moments such as these.It was nothing unusual, they pretty often shared close moments such as these.

But this particular day was different. Their moment was short lived because soon the elven king discovered signs of discomfort in the little one's face.

"Is everything alright?" Moreira did not answer him instead held her breath. Her breathing was very deep. The elven king noticed how she suddenly started massaging her lower belly. He mimicked her action too; anything for her comfort.

"Do you feel sick little one?" look of concern filled Thranduil's face "Go to a healer now."

Moreira quickly leaped from his lap and ran towards her chamber with the king's eyes following her in a confusing stare as to why she went towards her room. At that time a strange smell reached his nose. He looked for the sources but found none till his eyes landed on his lap, specifically where Moreira was sitting. He gasped with his jaw slightly dropped and eyes wide. There was a stain of fresh blood on his white tunic. No further explanation was needed…his little flower grew up and he knew nothing?

"Majesty you have visitors waiting for you." the guards knock from outside brought him back out of thoughts.

"I shall see them shortly." he replied finishing his drink.

Another chuckle escaped the elenking's mouth at the memory. While his mind wondered off to how beautiful she has become. Now he is scared of his own-self.


"My My...what is the little princess doing at this hour?" the voice made Moreira jump on the place. To her relief it was none other than her foster brother.

"Legolas!." Moreira hissed placing a hand on her heart to feel the irrational beating of it. "You scared me." A relieved sigh left her lips.

"Where were you? Or rather coming from?" Legolas asked with a devilish grin on his lips; while also eyeing her from head to toe. "It appears you are being way too sneaky now a days," Moreira's eyes widen at the accusation "perhaps I should inform ada about it."

"Ofcourse not!" Moreira retorted "Then I shall tell him that you..." She paused knowing where to exactly attack.

"You?" Legolas raised his eyebrow.

"You...you look at Tauriel inappropriately." Finally the young elleth let it out with a smirk on her face. She knew victory was hers this time. "Now just imagine how your ada is going to take it? The king will be quite disappointed." Moreira added in order to scare Legolas out.

"You little..." Legolas hissed in a teasing manner. Understanding his motive Moreira decided to run to escape him but luck was definitely not on her side because soon she felt a hand behind her knees and the next thing she knows is being picked up by Legolas in his arms which in turn made her squeak loudly in shock.

"Where are you taking me Legolas?" Moreira asked innocently wrapping her arms around her brother.

"To the king ofcourse," Moreira's eyes were on the verge of popping out of the socket "TO inform him that you were at the stable...possibly chatting with Feren." With that he winked.

"WHAT? That's a lie." Moraira punched him hard on the chest but it barely had any effect on the prince.

"So you want me to tell him that you were there to see Haldir?" This time Legolas had the victorious grin on his face and Moreira's face had horror written all over it.

"NO I was not!" She lied but surely Legolas did not believe a single word. After all he saw it with his own eyes.

"You know Ada was with me that time..." Leglolas spoke seriously. Moreira's heart skipped a beat at the information. This time she was scared. "You should not take such risks." Moeria could feel her throat getting dry.

"Did he-?"

"NO he did not. Consider yourself fortunate that I saw you before hand. Just imagine the consequences if Ada would have seen it, you would not be able to imagine the filthiness of it." Moreira listened to her brother's lecture like an obedient child. After all he was correct. She was glad that it did not turn up that way for she herself knew the consequences would be quite terrible. And how terrible she did not want to imagine. For now she was glad that Legolas her brother's blessing was with her.

"Legolas...Do not worry. For I will also not tell his majesty." Legolas was a bit confused as to what she really meant but Moreira just placed a soft kiss on his face to clear up the confusion. "Your secret is safe with me. And I give you my word it shall be protected with my life." She kissed him again this time on his nose.

"I do not un-" Legolas's denial was cutoff mid sentence.

"What is going on?" The voice that stopped both the siblings on the spot.

"I asked WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? IN MY REALM?" It was the voice of the elven king but that was what not surprised the royal siblings, it was fuming rage in his voice that startled both Legolas and Moreira and also the king's butler Galion who as just behind the king.

Legolas carefully turned around to face his father who stood few feet away from them dressed in black tunic, topped with red robe that was brushing on the floor. This time no crown was on his head though the wooden stick was on his hold. The elven king had quite tight grip on the stick, good enough for everyone to notice how white his knuckles turned due to the amount of pressure he has put on it. This time they noticed the rage on his eyes too but the reason remained a mystery to them.

"I was just taking Moreira to her room." Finally Legolas spoke.

"I believe Moreira has got a pair of legs; that works." Both Legolas and Moreira gave each other a confused stare. "she can walk on her own, CAN'T SHE?" Thradnuil's voice escaped as a hiss. Understanding the situation Legolas put Moreira down on her feet immidiatly.

"Your highness it appears that the sibling decided to have to fun by themselves. Now a days with Lord Legolas's busy schedule when do they get enou-"

"SHUT UP!" Thranduil roared cutting Galion off mid sentence. Once again leaving everyone of them startled. "AND YOU..."finally this time the king focused his attention to Moreira making her gulp nervously as she focused her attention on the floor suddenly finding it quite intriguing. Her body tensed even more as she noticed the king's black boots so close to her feet. She started to feel the heat radiating from his body, she felt his eyes on her and at that point it made her feel very scared and uncomfortable.

Thranduil studied her from head to toe. Carefully taking in her form and that was when her attire made him loose his mind. Even though he looked quite calm outside, inside he was burning like a blazing volcano.'What is she wearing?' The elven king thought in his mind taking another look at her carefully. It only a silk blue robe and a chemise underneath which is barely countable. It barely covered her thighs. This only acted as the fuel to boost his fire. 'She's almost naked!' That was enough to strike a nerve.

Moreira closed her eyes at the feeling of long fingers grasping her chin and forced her to look up.

"Is this a proper way for a princess to move around? Answer me." The elven king tightened his grip on her chin. "You should not be leaving your chambers in clothes such as these."

"I-I majesty I me-mea-" Thranduil ran out patience at her nonsense stammering.

"A PRINCESS SHOULD NOT BE LEAVING HER CHAMBERS DRESSED LIKE A COMMON WHORE." Thradnuil's voice echoed through the halls of the woodland realm.

All were uncomfortable silence fell among them. No one knew how to talk or break it. Moreira felt hot tears streaming down her face. Never in her life she was scolded like this. Worse she did not even know what she even did to be scolded liked this.

The elven king was famous for his temper. There were possibilities that he was taking someone else's anger out on them but that brings out another question why? He never did such as thing. Then why now? He never scolded her like this, then... Did she really do something to upset him? If that is the case then what? What is her mistake?

"Return to your chamber..." Thranduil spoke under his breath bringing Moreira out of her trance "Both of you." Legolas and Moreira silently turned on their heels and returned to their respective chambers. Thranduil only watched, his eyes bored into the retreating figures of his children as they walked away from him.

"Why did you do that your highness?" Galion could not help but ask.

"Are you questioning your king?" The king's tone was rough.

"No my lord."

"Begone." He commanded. "Wait?" he stopped his butler midway "Send some more wine to my chambers for the night." that was what he needed to help him clear his mind and think clearly because now that was what he needed to do, think clearly before this lust took control of his sanity and drove him mad.


That night Moreira cried herself to sleep. Unknown to her there was another figure in her room hidden in the shadows, patiently waiting. Thranduil came out of the shadows soon as sleep took over the young princess. He placed himself on her bed, beside her sleeping figure.

The cold breeze passing through the window made her shiver in her sleep. The elven king noticed she even did not cover herself with the blanket. It was lying close to her feet and the robe was doing quite a poor job at covering the exposed skin of her naked legs.

A sudden shiver passed through the elven king's body at the sight. Her skin was so fair, so beautiful. His mind wondered off to how she would look bare, with absolutely nothing on…beneath him…how will she struggle…or will she give in. Another shiver ran down his spine.

"Must be the wine…too much wine." He talked to himself. "What am I thinking?"

With the shake of his head he covered his little princess. While doing that his hungry eyes found its meal…the rise and fall of her breast with every breath she took. He was frozen momentarily staring. Then suddenly the wiser side of his kicked him pulling him into reality making him fully cover her with the duvet.

'It cannot happen!'

Or Can It?

'No'

What a deceiving heart filled with such kindness.

Placing a longing kiss on her temple he was about to leave but then before he knew it he felt a tug on his wrist. He turned to see Moreira turned on the other side taking his wrist in her arms; as a result dragging him along with her.

Thradnuil felt her whole body becoming tense at the sudden closeness. He felt nervous. His breath was coming out shaky than he expected. All of a sudden he could feel the temperature of his body rising. Unexpected shiver started to spread all throughout his body.

He knew he needed to do something before it was too late. Taking a deep breath he carefully yet firmly snatched his arm back from her grasp. He was fortunate that his action did not wake Moreira up. Then without wasting a single moment there he stormed out of the room with his remaining dignity. Now there was no doubt…it was clear as water his body yearned for hers. He needed her, craved her, yearned for her, and desired her in the most sinful way.

He bit his lower lip almost drawing blood not knowing what to do. He felt helpless…wisdom or desire. A choice was to be made.

'…Moreira….You do cruel things to me…my little dove…You make me so cruel….'

A.N I hope you all enjoyed. Thank you all for the love and support...means a lot to me. hopefully you guys will be giving me more love and support. let me know whether this chapter satisfied you if not i will try my best to make up for it. Anyways read and enjoy..