dinodoodle: What an introduction to the king! Great work!
Aww, thanks friend! Happy you enjoyed! ;)
TetiSherii: I've just come across your jewel! and can fairly say I've fallen in love with your story.
plz keep updating, for I'm waiting for it :)
may I ask what would you ship in your story? is it Thranduil/Sky or Legolas/Sky? either way I can't but wait for what you're planning, I'm just being impatiently curious :)
So some of you might be wondering….Brittney, you say this is a romance story….so where the freak is the romance? I feel you guys, I'd be asking the same question. Albeit, I believe in a story that allows characters to grow, to suffer, grow some more and from that learn to love. So I'm going to say it, if it's not apparent yet, this story is an eventual Thranduil/Skylar pairing. To be quite honest, not sure how everyone will feel about that. Simply because, I KNOW and I REALIZE Thranduil can not only be a dick but a dick who seems to be a little anti-hero…believe me I know! I hated the man when I first saw the movies.
So, I ask, if there's any haters, give the guy a chance (because I once was one too). To be clear, I feel Thranduil is a VERY complex character (which is what changed my mind about him), has multiple layers to himself (just like those robes ;) and I feel like we never really got to see that come to full fruition. We got a small glimpse of it in Battle of 5 Armies but…I also believe the elven king needs to have somebody there to push him. Especially when it comes to fighting for his home and the people around him. I imagine him with PTSD (Post traumatic stress disorder) and somehow, in his mind, he feels that what he's doing is right when in truth he feels like he has no control and I imagine that freaks him out. Kind of like the day he lost his father and (on that same day) was basically knocking on death's door thanks to some firedrake…only to wake up realizing YOU are now a king, fatherless, and did I mention an evil overlord that could make Voldemort blush is coming for you? Yeah, let's give Thranduil a break. (As I have)
Anyway, this story isn't just about a girl falling into Middle-Earth, but also to give Thranduil a chance to become what I know he is underneath all those robes, lol. Anyway, this concludes my mushy rant, Enjoy!
unicorn682006: I only came across this and am pleased its not your typical "girl falls into middle earth/tenth walker" story. As for who the father of this little elfling that Skylar 'sees' I think AND so hope its Thranduil and NOT Legalos which always seems to be but if its is will till keep reading because its a good fic!
Thank you so much for the support my friend! I understand what you mean about the whole "tenth walker thing" I'm not a big fan of that either. There's only like one story I can think of that's like that and actually good enough to keep me interested. Btw, It's called The Light Bearer (in the event you want to go read that, lol) It really is good and original.
Anastasia: I love you story! It's like I'm reading it out of a story book. I love Skylar and her personality, exspecialy on her view on dresses, on which I can relate to her and her dress fetish, lol. but I would like to know, How does Tharanduil know about Skylar? (whose name is awesome! Just had to point that out... lol) And what does he know about her and her possessions? How is she connected to Middle Earth and why did she get transported there in the first place? But thanks again for the amazing story! Update whenever you can, because your story is truly a work of art!
*Cries* the feels!! lol I appreciate that you appreciate Skylar's name! And I very much appreciate the love and support, something the reviews and raise is the only thing that brings me back to this story. Sometimes I just get busy and I think "I should probably dump this story" but then I see you guys review and I feel the love! As for, how did Skylar transport to Middle-Earth...that's to early to say, lol. Mwhahahaha!
Kristin: wow I did not see that coming. Did he save her Life. I hope he is not their to cause any trouble or anything like that. I hope he is their to see her or maybe he is curious about her and why she is their in Middle Earth. update when ever you can ok.
Kristin, Kristin, Kristin...my good friend...I cannot guarantee ANYTHING that Thranduil does. That's all I can say ;)
Anyway you guys, chapter ten is finally here! Whoohoo! Anyway, enjoy and make sure to send me a review! Perhaps you want to see something? Or someone? I'm always open for suggestion! -Britt
All Thranduil could do was stare at the girl as Tauriel steered her trembling form away. The elliths forest green eyes quickly turning back to gaze at him but he couldn't seem to peel his eyes away from her...
It is her, his internal thoughts screamed, over and over again. Her…the one to bring ruin on my kin! Her! Her!
Unable to take his thoughts, unable to stay in the spot where he just saved said girls life, he stood in a flurry. Grabbing his woolen cloak and throwing it over his shoulders with the hope of physical coverage would somehow shield himself from the oppressive onslaught of his thoughts. Boots pounded furiously against the sweet smelling grass as he stormed away, the rate of his breath increasing.
Something sinister twisted down to his innards, like a hot coil wound a bit too tight. It sliced its way down like a drop kick to the stomach, leaving him physically nauseous from the force. Quickly, he grabbed a nearby tree trunk, his form unsteady as unadulterated fury threated to bring him asunder.
He had saved her…Yet it had been his very mission to kill her…Glancing up to the heavens he gave a heated utter," Why oh Eru, why do you test me?"
…
Later that evening:
Skylar made no sound as Bastilla, a healer, tended to the cut on the back of her head, not even when the elf told her she needed stitching. "Just do it," she had whispered, before drawing back into herself.
I almost died today…She fleetingly thought before she was thrown back into that nightmare. Her vision skewed, panic, burning and eventual darkness. That's what she remembered….but then, then there was him.
He saved me…
Immediately her orbs rotated upward, searching throughout the camp (which now had over a hundred elves) to see if she could find him…but alas the elf was nowhere to be seen. Twin sets of tents lay some fifty feet away, one she knew for the lord and lady of the wood and the other she assumed for him? Either way, for someone with his stature he sure was good at being inconspicuous.
So there she sat, a simple olive-colored dress (curtesy of Tauriel) covering her legs as Sky drew them up, resting her head on her knees. Skylar hadn't even objected when the clothing had been offered, she just wanted to be free of the sodden/restricted clothing…the mere sight of them made her think of-
Hastily the female stood, the wind smelt of wood smoke and with a slight touch of honeysuckle as she made her way towards the tents. Ten feet away she froze, noticing guards (at least two) in both the front and back of the structure, their ornate armor glinting softly in the moonlight. Second guessing herself, she intended to turn away when suddenly there was a voice," do you need assistance my lady?"
Pivoting on her heel she noticed that one of the guards, an ellon, watched her intently, eyes expectant. "No…" she gazed away before mumbling," I'm fine." She had intended to give him her thanks but chickened out at the last minute….I mean really…he's a king.
Silently, she made her way back towards her bed rolls, trying to ignore the ellons of Mirkwood (who eyed her inquisitively) as she passed. Since the fight, since she'd used the gun to kill that orc, there had been nothing but hushed whispers and quick glances thrown in her direction. Skylar couldn't blame them though….she'd do the same if some ET with unearthly tech came falling into her world.
Skylar briefly spotted Tauriel, her red mane flashing in the firelight when she noticed another walking beside the ellith. A tall figure, partially cloaked in shadow, slowly came more into focus as he came closer and closer. The same light colored hair adorned his head. Warrior braids, as Tauriel had once explained them to be, weaved around the side of his head, accentuating his pointed ears. Ornate armor, which replicated scales, hung prestigiously over his shapely shoulders and forearms. Only after her short scrutiny did Sky finally realize that the ellith was leading the elf directly towards her, the burnt umber violin in her hands.
"Skylar," Tauriel spoke softly," I would like to introduce to you my long-time friend Legolas."
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Thranduil was seated behind the sumptuous oak desk, his back tense as he sat there rigid as a board. The elven king's chaotic mind was like that of a whirl-will, reiterating the previous events from that day. His meal of potage and hot tea forgotten as he once again was transported to certain events….to her.
The thought still churned his stomach as Bard's words from weeks prior rang through his skull. "I'm sorry my old friend…but I will not contribution my help in your endeavor to take this life, regardless if, in your mind, this is deemed a justness. The title of murderer is not something I wish to carry on my heart…and I pray you soon come to the same revelation."
What he was doing, what he planned to do was not murder! No, the murder would be to leave the wrench alive! The taking of her life would counter tenfold the thousands of lives that would be sparred! What he was doing was a mercy!
But you saved her you buffoon! His inner dialogue chastised…If I had known…If he had known the ellith he mistook her for was indeed her…would he still have intervened? He could not say…not in the least. And if he was honest, a small…infinitesimal part of himself was perturbed by that.
"-my long-time friend Legolas…" The elf's sharp ears captured the gentle voice that was none other than Tauriel, drawing him away from his considerations. He had been surprised to see her, yet not…if there was anyone to befriend the human it would be the ellith…Tauriel seemed rather fond of nonconforming company.
Intrigued, he stood, eager to see whom his son was being introduced to…albeit, he already had a good guess. Considering there where not many souls who were unfamiliar with Legolas. A small group of his kin ambled past, their hushed voices making it briefly problematic for the elf to hear what else was being said between the trio. The distinct bark of a feminine laugh was heard, only to return back to hushed banter.
Parting the silken curtains, praying to as not inform the guards of his watching presence, his steel orbs quickly made out the tall silhouette of his son, the fiery mane that was Tauriel…and then, eyes roaming down slightly, he caught sight of her face. Unconsciously his palm fisted the curtains, bunching the material harshly in a vice like grip, teeth clenched as he seethed. Why Eru? Why have-
"My Lord?"
Damn!
"Nothing Vigril,-" the elf paused uncharacteristically as a sound, both alien and ethereal, suddenly filled the shadowed campsite. Ellon and ellith alike froze in their various undertakings. The elf before him was forgotten as his eyes zeroed in on the strange girl and the similarly strange instrument in her small grasp.
"In all my years I have never heard such a wondrous sound," Virgil softly uttered aloud, mostly to himself yet in Thranduil's peripheral, he could clearly make out the second guard nodding his agreement.
That damned woman! A siren she is! An enchantress! The elven king seethed, his large palm grasping one on the throwing knives at his belt. Kill her now! Finish the job! Kill-
My lord Thranduil…
There were not many things that startled the great elf but as the Lady Galadriel's astute voice sliced through his heated thoughts, he stilled. Her words where like a balm, a splash of cool water on a burn, which only served to quieten his feverish mind.
Mellon, I believe it is time I shared with you a piece of the future. Come.
Not having the strength to resist his elder, the elf turned his cold gaze one last time to peer rancorously at the mortal woman before seeking out the Lady of the Wood.
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On the third day, after Thranduil and his company joined with the people of Lorien, did Skylar finally see, some off in the distance, the borders of said land. To say she was relieved would be a huge understatement. Her body…not to mention her mind, had been strained to the limits, especially for someone from the modern world. Traveling the way that they were (like something straight from a western) was extremely rigorous to a person in every intimate way possible.
Skylar would help prepare the evening meal, take care of the horses, or bath in a nearby ravine, and despite what she did, bruises caused by an unknown source always seemed to find a way to mark her skin. No longer where her fingernails polished, nor did her hair feel quite as glossy. Repeatedly she would lick at her lips, hoping to somehow alleviate the dull throb of dry, chapped skin. And as Sky finally noticed (before their departure that morning) as she shed the green dress for a pair of gray cargo pants and a beige tunic, did she realize something profound…In the three plus months in her stay in Middle-Earth…not once had she had a menstrual cycle.
She found it odd to say the least, especially since her sequence was relatively normal, never having missed a period. Somewhat bothered, Sky, for now, wrote it off as nothing but stress…but if the act continued, she'd be forced to make mention of it.
Beside Skylar, as she sat atop Biscuit, trudged Tauriel, and on her other side Elladan. On Tauriel's other side, opposite of Skylar, was Legolas, he too mounted upon an impressive stallion and together they rode across the expansive fields.
After the ellith had introduced them, she had asked Sky to play her violin, to which she happily obliged. Whether it be to take the elves mind's off of certain events….or her own, she'll never know. What Skylar did know was, Legolas was quickly becoming a good friend. He was kind, well mannered, and apparently was just as well prone to tease her almost as much as Elladan…which was saying a lot. This too though, was a well appreciated distraction. And part of her wondered if the act was for her own benefit.
Another thing she knew was this…the elven king was avoiding her. Three times now, after that first initial night, she's sought him out, hoping to convey her utmost gratitude, only when she thinks she's cornered him, would he disappear like a ghost. Even to the point where Legolas himself would make mention of it.
…
"We shall be there by mid-day…praise Eru," came the strained voice of Haldir, who effortlessly guided his snowy steed towards the small group, before falling into step.
Tauriel gave a soft snort," why must you always grumble? You must realize by now your words always gets lost to the wind, too far gone for anyone's care." She turned her head to regard Sky," Haldir here despises travel. For he rather be cooped up within his walls like an old maid."
Skylar gave a quick laugh, her ruby hair spilling over a shoulder as she turned to gaze back at the Marchwarden, only to giggle harder at the annoyed scowl marring his features. Haldir's reply was swift," better to be safe within our borders than to be a moving target among the plains."
According to Elladan, Tauriel and Haldir's bouts where none other than famous. With that, Skylar settled more comfortably against Biscuit, eagerly waiting to see what was about to unfold.
"Better to be die with honor, having accomplished something of worth than to meaninglessly tremble in a corner. Either way, regardless of which path one takes, in days like this, death will surely descend upon you. To cower does equal you immune to the woes of the enemy." Her words where swift, and as sharp as a sword.
At that Haldir gave a "humph," before ushering his horse forward, making his way towards the front of the group.
"Why must you drive the poor Marchwarden senseless?" Legolas teased, as he grabbed his set of reins more firmly, his bright eyes questioning.
But Tauriel was having none of it, the deep scowl of her face revealed just that. Haldir had struck a nerve with the ellith, that much Skylar could tell…and something told her it had something to do with a certain elven king.
You sound just like him