A.N: A short chapter before my exam. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know whether i should make long complicated chapters or short ones with very frequent updates.

Chapter-8

Moreira silently chewed her food on the breakfast table while her elven ears eagerly listened to the conversation going on between the king and his advisors; that remained standing before her and the king as they had their breakfast. Like the usual times Legolas was not present today since he has left early in the morning with accompanied by Haldir and Tauriel to the forest to clear it up by the king's command.

There was discussion on budget for the upcoming spring feast of welcoming the newly blooming flowers; which was being held after a really long time. Why was it being held after such a long time Moreira did not know? The last time Moreira recalled having this event in woodland realm was when she was barely an elfling then for years it was not celebrated until now.

The king's sudden change in mind to throw a party did confuse her a bit but the way he was planning seemed even more confusing to her.

"How many families have been invited so far?" king Thranduil asked his advisors while sipping into his wine.

"So far only two hundred my lord." Replied one of them.

Moreira suddenly chewed her tongue in shock 'only two hundred? Is he even serious? Only…how many more are they planning?'

"Do all of those families have beautiful elleth?" The king's odd question did bring a grin to her face that she was desperately trying to hide. And in order to do that she stuffed more food inside her mouth.

'What on arda is actually happening? Why is he so concerned about having beautiful female elleth to this party?' Moreira wondered while sipping into her juices

'probably his majesty is planning on remarrying?' Oh we will have a queen. I wonder how thing will be once we have a new queen? Probably it will be for the betterment. Oh I cannot wait, new queen means soon there will tiny little elflings...maybe someday I get to bond with Haldir, my precious warden we may have one too a little elfling…our child-'

"-ady! My lady Moreira!" The voice almost brought the princess out of her train of thoughts. Soon she figured she was being called.

"Yes my lords, I apologized for being lost for a while." She replied with a stiff bow towards the advisors all in general. "What is that you wanted to talk about?"

"Princess it is the king who was actually calling you." Spoke one of the advisors "But as it appears you were here physically but your mind was completely elsewhere."

Turing her head immediately towards Thranduil's direction Moreira quickly bowed in order to apologize. Which is why she missed the way his blue eyes were eyeing her. Suspicious that was what he was.

"I truly am sorry majesty for getting lost in other thoughts."

"What thoughts? Or rather who were you think about?" His voice was icy cold suddenly that it sent a sudden chill down Moreira's spine.

"Oh my lord about the princess's budget with party, what do we do about that?" One of the advisors spoke out but unfortunately at a very wrong time.

"Who is in charge of Moreira attire and other bellongins?" The king asked dangerously glaring at his advisors for stopping interrupting him at such a crucial point. "Galdor?" The king called his advisor in a sharp voice. All present there including Moreira and the maid that was refilling the king's goblet with wine could tell the king was enraged suddenly. Reason remained unknown to all.

"It's lady Nuren." Another advisor answered for Galdor which made the situation far worse.

"THEN GO TO HER AND STOP WASTING MY TIME HERE." His thundering voice made everyone jump or shift uncomfortably on their spot. And as for Moreira the piece of grape that she had in her mouth found it very hard to swallow and the fork filled with fruits that she was about to put into her mouth, well she no longer could instead she put it down immediately. The king's yelling was enough to kill her appetite.

"Have you all become that useless? That everything needs to be told!." All four of the advisors come planners had their eyes glued to the floor.

"LEAVE! ALL OF YOU." It was only few blinks of time by which all the advisors exited the king's dining hall leaving behind an enraged king, a shocked princess and a shaken up maid who was trying to make up her mind on whether she should stay or leave.

As if the day could not get any worse for the fearful maid soon the king snapped his head at her direction.

"Have I not asked everyone to leave?" The king spat at the already terrified maid. Moreira also stood up at the same time thinking the king wanted the some space for himself but ofcourse he stopped her.

"I have not given you the permission to leave."

Moreira took her seat back.

"Finish your food or else you will remain hungry throughout the day."

Gulping nervously Moreira string the spoon on the bowl of broth not knowing what to do actually.

"You seem frightened my little flower?" The king asked eyeing her shift uncomfortable on her place. "I do not understand why though?" Moreira just looked at him again gulping nervously.

"Are you angry my king?" the younger elleth was trying her best to keep her voice under control still it was coming out a bit shaky.

"I am." He replied to her bother bluntly and honestly. Moreira was scared at this point he cloud read her like an open book. King Thranduil chuckles inwardly seeing Moreira self-struggle to just stay; a part of her was telling her to sit quietly another suggested to get up and run for her life.

Thranduil takes her hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze making Moreira look up at him and flashed a gentle smile. That smile alone worked a bit on cooling the enraged elven king.

"But I assure you that it is not you whom my rage is directed towards."

"Who is it then?" Moreira asked smiling this time display her set of upper teeth.

"Let us not talk about it, thinking it may work otherwise." Thranduil suggested his adopted child.

"Let me help you…" Moreira stood up and went behind the king "…by relieving you off whatever it is that is troubling you."

That being said Moreira started running her fingers through the king's hair on his crown less head messaging his scalp. Thranduil's eyelids shut down right away at the soothing sensation that was spreading throughout his body at the touch of her soft hands. Oh how he was enjoying it. A feeling of different pride swelled up his heart; knowing that it was only him that received such treatments from her.

A sigh of relief and bliss passed the elven king's lips as his little one fingers moved down to his neck from his scalp. Her thumbs gently rubbed the sides of his long neck and from there moved towards his collarbone. While frequent sighs came out of the king's mouth.

All tensions, stressed left his mind by this time. A part of him even doubted his decision on pressuring Legolas to court someone.

"You are spoiling me my precious little one." Moreira stopped her action upon hearing his comment and with her melodious laughter threw her arms around him holding him into a tight embrace from the back.

"You are all that I have in this arda my king, therefore it is only fair that I spoil you." The dark haired elleth replied resting her face on his shoulder while the king nuzzled more into her touch if that was possible.

"You too my little one, you all that I want…you are everything to me."

"Then give me your words that you will not forget me after you find yourself a new elleth?."

"A new elleth for my own?" Thranduil could not help but laugh. "You have very creative imagination but I assure you it is not for myself that I am inviting all the beautiful elleths it for the son that I have."

"LEGOLAS?" Moreira choked his name. "That cannot happen!" she almost snapped..

"And why not? Is it because you fancy Legolas?" This time the elven king's voice was icy cold. Moreira's eyes widened with both shock and fear.

What would she tell him…the truth about Tauriel being the one that Legolas actually fancies! No it was far from impossible. He might even end up executing the poor elleth.

"Moreira tell me the truth…have you pledged yourself to my son?" The king's voice was dangerously clam but Moreira could tell it was one of those times when you are waiting to explode.

"Yes." She absentmindedly answered only to realized seconds later what she actually responded to.

"Oh no that is not what I meant. Legolas is like a brother to me my king, nothing more nothing less."

Alas! The timing was too poor for young Moreira. Even thought the elven king maintained his calm facade. No fool was he. Moreira was lying he knew and it angered him to the point where a part of him felt like beheading Legolas, his own flesh and blood.

'Tell me my princess, since when did this happen to us…That now you need to hide things from me?' A part of Thranduil felt heart broken and at the same time the arrogant was offended by her action 'Keeping secrets from me in my realm...my youngling...your audacity truly surprises me.'