Months went by, and there was a noticeable tension between Thranduil and Tauriel. Whenever they were near each other, Thranduil would frown and Tauriel would start to fidget. Legolas and Canion would always look at each other knowingly. They both knew that Tauriel had only said she loved Thranduil out of fear of embarrassment. He was obviously mad about it, but whenever it was brought up they would simple change the subject.

One day, the royal family went just outside the gate into the forest. Legolas, Aron, and Daeron reads books under the trees, Tauriel played with Logon and Elen, and Canion and Thranduil sat by and watched. Canion smiled and laughed when Tauriel fell in a pile of leaves. Thranduil, on the other hand, rolled his eyes and looked the other way.

"Enough of this," Canion said. "We all know that you are mad at Tauriel, but you need to stop acting so childish about it."

"Hush," Thranduil snapped.

"Elen and Logon cannot hear me, and if they could they would simply realize what they already knew."

"And what is that?"

"That you two could care less for one another."

"You know not of what you speak."

"I think I do."

"This is none of your business so leave it be."

"Why? Is it because you are the king?"

"Yes, and also because I am your father."

"You are no father of mine."

"Canion-"

"A father does not abandon his son!"

"I did not abandon you."

"Yes you did! You are just too proud to admit it!"

"Do not raise your voice at me!"

"Why? Are you going to punish me? "Are you going to lock me away or kill me?"

"Enough!"

"Because you already locked away the very idea of me and you thought I was dead!"

"I said enough!"

"You did not even care about my mother! She was just your play thing!"

"Enough!"

"All you cared about was the son of your pathetic whore of a dead wif-" All eyes were on the two the moment Thranduil's hand made contact with Canion's face. Canion stared at him for a moment before suddenly tackling him, putting his hands around his throat. Thranduil struggled before kicking him off and drawing his sword. Canion pulled out his knives and threw them at him. Thranduil barely was able to dodge the first few before one cut across his arm. He looked at it before charging at Canion, who quickly drew his sword and met his every move.

"Enough!" Tauriel yelled, but neither listened. "I said enough!" She pulled out her sword and intervened. She pushed Canion and pinned him to a tree with his sword before quickly turning and blocking Thranduil's. "Stop this!"

"You do not control me!" He went to strike but she quickly moved and blocked his next hit. They fought for what seemed like hours before Thranduil had her pinned to a tree with his sword at her throat. They stared at each other for a moment before he dropped the sword and crashed his lips into hers. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He ran his hands under her shirt and up her sides.

"Adar!" Legolas exclaimed before quickly covered Logon and Elen eyes, while Canion did the same to Aron and Daeron.

"So the tension…" Canion started. It wasn't caused by anger. It was sexual.

"Like a said," Thranduil said while taking a step back. "You know not of what you speak."

"Well you might need that tea."

"What tea?"

"It is made with a special root that will enable you from getting Tauriel with child."

"Well in that case…" Thranduil threw Tauriel over his shoulder and all but ran back inside.

"A root that prevents pregnancy?" Legolas asked. Canion shrugged.

"How do you think I stay childless?" Legolas scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Why did you even help him?"

"I did not help him. I helped her."

"Canion," said Elen.

"Yes?"

"Where do babies come from?" Canion and Legolas glanced at each other nervously.

"Ask Ada."

"That was nice," said Tauriel, leaning back against Thranduil. The two were in a pool in the bathing house. Both spent and satisfied.

"That it was," he said, wrapping his arms around her.

"Have I told you that I love you?"

"Indeed you did, several times actually." She turned and hit him playfully, causing him to laugh.

"You are making fun of me," she pouted. He kissed her pout and ran a hand through her hair.

"I know you love me, as I love you." She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder.

"Thranduil?"

"Yes love?"

"Promise me nothing bad will happen." He pulled back and looked down at her.

"Why would I need to promise that?"

"I have a feeling something terrible is about to happen." She didn't know what had caused, but she suddenly felt strange, and not in a good way.

"What do you feel?"

"I am not sure. I do not know if it is a future injury or…"

"Or what?"

"Or death." He frowned and hugged her to him.

"I swear to you, nothing bad will happen." She nodded and closed her eyes.

Will something happen? Will the genre change? Tell me if I should or not

Please R&R!