Category: Lord of the Rings
Rating: M
Couples: Manwë/Elrond, Thranduil/OC, Gil-galad/OC
Warnings: AU, Mention of Rape, Mpreg, slash, Character Death
Chapter: 9
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Thranduil walked down the busy street, not really paying attention to where he was going. The Twins had recently returned from yet another journey across the continent and had come up empty –again. They were starting to get desperate, which boded ill for those surrounding them since the both of them got dangerous once that happened. Not so much for others, but for themselves, which left said others wracked with worry every time those two left the house.
Most former residents of Middle-Earth had resigned themselves to the fact that Elrond was irretrievably lost, but not his sons. It was getting beyond frustrating quickly. It was in fact frustrating him enough that he couldn't even enjoy the colorful market, instead spending the time he was there brooding, cursing who ever had arranged this mess by removing Elrond from… well, everywhere.
"Watch out!" He jumped back automatically, watching as a small girl in red dress raced by him, laughing loudly.
An older girl sprinted after her, while a young woman stopped at his side, panting slightly.
"I apologize for my sister, my Lord." She bowed, apologetic smile on her face. "She's a tad excited."
"I noticed." Thrandiul watched as the small girl got dragged back by the other one.
"It's her first Market." The woman frowned at the girl. "Gwenloth, what did Ada tell you about being here?"
"'Listen to Tinúviel, she's the one in charge.'" The one called Gwenloth repeated, pouting as she did so.
"Exactly. Now you can go to the sweets, but slowly." Tinúviel shooed her off. Both children beamed, walking quickly towards where the youngest had been heading anyway. "I envy my parents right now."
"They're not here with you?" Thranduil asked, walking alongside her as she followed her siblings.
"We live far away: someone had to watch the house." She smiled. "And since the both of them already visited markets…"
"You three are send off." He smiled back, somehow the interesting way he had meet them had improved his moods considerably.
"Indeed." She played with the few sea-blue beads in her hair, the golden tresses glimmering in the sunlight. They caught up with the other two, where Tinúviel paid for the sweets the two had chosen as well as buying some herself. Thranduil took the time to study her more closely. She was of the Vanyar, no doubt, but her dress was simple as if made not by a professional tailor, but the woman herself. The light-blue fabric highlighted her sky-blue eyes as she laughed when Gwenloth suddenly found herself with a whipped-cream-nose.
The youngest sister seemed to be her polar opposite, with hair blacker than obsidian and a pale skin. She still had the same blue eyes though, easily marking them both as siblings.
The middle sister seemed a twin to Tinúviel, except for her eyes, which shone like crystals as she removed the cream from Gwenloth's nose.
"You never introduced yourself." He blinked, surprised at the voice. Tinúviel stood beside him, smiling at him. "And you already know my name and that of my baby-sister."
"You don't know who I am?" He had guessed that the former rulers of Middle-Earth had gained some fame in Aman since they had come to these shores, but apparently it had not reached where-ever these three lived.
"It is not polite to guess." She answered him, biting in the caramelized apple she had bought herself. "Wouldn't want to be wrong and insult you. It would be rude, even more than simply keeping one's identity from nice people."
Thranduil laughed at that. It was somehow refreshing that she did not defer to him like so many did. The few that did not were his family and some friends that he had known for Ages. Even the sons of Elrond, whenever the worry about their father was not at the forefront of their minds, still spoke to him as they had across the seas: Your Majesty, Sire… It tired him. "Try it." He suggested, turning to get himself something sweet as well.
"Thranduil, King of Mirkwood." She did not even hesitate while saying it. "Your green eyes give you away."
"My eyes?" Now that did take him by surprise.
"Ada knew you, and he would describe you. And he would always say: 'there are three elves that look like this. Blue eyes means Legolas, green Thranduil, brown Oropher.' Since you're green, you're Thranduil." The middle sister helpfully supplied, causing her older sister to groan.
"Ivrengwing, sis, shut up."
"But…"
"Zip it. Seriously, how come none of Ada's lessons seem to stick with you?" Tinúviel asked exasperated. "You don't blurt out things like that."
"Oh whatever." Ivrengwing pouted, crossing her arms like a petulant child.
Thrandiul just stared at the two of them.
"They're always like this." A soft voice said from his right. Gwenloth was calmly eating her treat and as she looked up at him with piercing eyes, he had a feeling he was looking at someone much older. A shiver ran down his back, something he only ever had felt whenever he faced Galadriel. The blue eyes seemed to pierce him to his very soul.
The next moment the young girl giggled, reverting to the three year-old she was. The other two had not seemed to notice a thing, still bickering about the middle sister's lack of manners. He swallowed, choosing to ignore it.
