Chapter 13

Weeks passed and Awilias eyes did not open, in her mind she was safe and even the thought of going back to reality made her shake to her core. The empty field was green and the breeze was warm, she laid down and watched the cloud pass with the wind. Not a sound was heard except her own heartbeat. Here she was safe, no one could hurt her here. She felt the soft peddles of a rose beneath her fingertips, the fine lines like a masterpiece. Everything about the rose made her mesmerized, it reminded her of a person so perfect it brought tears to her eyes. He should not be able to invade her mind when she tried so hard to close him out. But everything around her reminded of him, the wind was unruly like his temper, the stars was shining bright like his eyes the night he made love to her. The trees were tall and protective like him, the grass was caressing her like his hands wandered her body, it gave her goosebumps. But the river was like his heart, in parts calm and soothing but further down she knew she would drown in the harsh water and rocky cliffs. She felt a tear roll down her chin and she knew it was not solely his fault everything went so wrong. What have I done? she whispered to herself as her hand fell flat over the rose, crushing the fine lines she minutes ago had caressed so carefully. She looked down on her hand as she moved it away to see the rose crushed against the grass, this is what I've done.

"Come back to us." A voice called out in her sanctuary. It was not a cruel voice, it flow in like the wind and surrounded her grieving heart like a warm caress.

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"My lord Elrond, is there any change?" Mirna asked as she strolled in to the healing chamber.

A deep sigh was heard from the elven lord leaning against one of the peelers. His brown hair fell down his shoulder as he glanced over to the bed.

Her pale skin was smooth and without any scar to be seen, but under the surface she was a scattered soul, he knew she didn't wish to wake up but he had not feel the need to save a human in this way before.

He remembered when she was brought to his halls, the sight of her small body covered in dirt and he could not forget her face. Even if she wasn't awake the pain was evident in her features, he remember how his breath was caught in his throat when he saw her face for the first time. Ever since that day he had been watching over her, try to figure out what it was about her that made him feel like he had seen her before.

"I fear not, we simply have to wait until she's ready to deal with her demons before she will wake up. I will try and sooth her soul the best I can."

Several weeks went by until one day Awilias eyes flickered open, her vision was blurred and her head felt like a volcano ready to burst.

"My lady, do not move." Someone said to her and she tried to localize who the voice belonged to. But she could not focus on anything and she slowly closed her eyes.

She woke up once again when she heard people talking around her and she opened her eyes slowly and this time her eyes could focus on the group that was standing with their backs against her. She could not understand a word that was saying but she could see in their futures that the subject had to be her. Elves she thought, they had to be elves with their pointy ears. Her eyes rested on a blonde haired elf with beautiful features, he looked so relaxed but still a smile lingered on his lips like nothing in this world could ever break his spirit. She felt peace by looking at him, it was like he was glowing and she reached out to touch him.

Her fingers brushed against his hand and suddenly everyone went quiet when the beautiful blonde elf turned his full attention to her. His blue eyes sparkled as he lowered himself down to her. He talked softly to her in a beautiful language, he let his hand grace her hair and she smiled back to him. She wanted to stay in his light.

Weeks went by and slowly Awilia found the strength to stand up on her own, she was still tormented by night terrors which caused her to wake up screaming and her whole body was covered in sweat. The beautiful blond elf kept visiting her and she learned that his name was Glorfindel.

Many stories she heard of the Balrog slayer and she liked his presence the most. They would spend the days switching stories of their own, never touching the subject of the night that caused her stay in Rivendell. She refused to talk about the night so she simply said she could not remember what happened. They did not push her but she knew her night terrors concerned them. Weeks became months and soon it was as everything that happened became a blur, her heart was slowly healing and the horror she had experienced she put away in a dark place back in her mind. She would live, she would not let the fear overcome her.

Awilia stood up from her bed, today she had decided it was time to try and get outdoors, she started to feel restless.

"Let me help you my lady." Glorfindel said as he moved closer to Awilia who tried to walk out of the room on her own.

"Glorfindel." Awilia beamed as she watched him gracefully walk up to her. "I would love for your company." She blush slightly when he smiled too her.

He carefully took her arm and led her slowly out in the garden, they walked for a little while until they found a bench hidden by some bushes. There Awilia sat down and her stomach tingled when she felt Glorfindel sit down close next to her. She never thought she would feel this for anyone except for Thranduil, she winched at the thought of him and it didn't go unnoticed by Glorfindel. He gracefully removed a strand of her hair from her face and slowly let his hand caress her face as he let his hand fall down in to his lap again.

"Your youth and mortality is alluring, something that is so precious that is doomed to die saddens my heart. But still I envy mortality." Glorfindel whispered as he closed his eyes and smiled lightly.

"How can you envy mortality? I would do anything to be able to live for ever, to not be parted from whom I love." She asked as she played with the hem of her dress, not daring to look over to his beautiful face not knowing what she would do if she noticed the same desire in his eyes.

"Would you rather live on and watch the people around you die, knowing you will have to live on with the pain of loss for ever? Elves can die too, not by age like men but we can be killed like anyone els, thats why the days are not long and the small things in life seems meaningless after a while." He answered with a new question.

Awilia could feel his eyes on her but she could still not dare to meet his eyes. Her voice was shaking slightly when she found her words "If I was immortal I could be with the one I love, but now I'm doomed to be alone with a love that can never be real." Her chest ached by her deceiving heart who only caused her pain.

"Thranduil." Glorfindel breathed out, so quiet she almost missed it.

When she heard his name tears welled in her eyes and she clutched her chest, every part of her being missed him, longed for him even if she tried to push it away. Sometimes she could almost feel him calling for her, missing her like she missed him. But she knew that was not possible, it could never be.

"My feelings for Thranduil died the night of the battle, he's a king and I'm a mere human. I don't know what I was thinking that someone like him would ever love me." Awilia said with a sigh with tears escaping her eyes.

She felt Glorfindels warm hand caress her face making her look at him and he cupped her face letting his thumbs trace her tears down her cheeks. Awilia parted her lips as she sucked in a breath. His sweet scent filled her nostrils, it was so different to Thranduils musky scent. Glorfindel smelled like fresh citrus blending with vanilla.

"It hurts me to hear you refer to yourself as a mere human. The stars should be envious of the beauty of your eyes. If you let me I would do anything to ease the pain you're feeling, you're like a precious gem I want to hide from the world. Keep for myself so I know you will always be safe and happy." He whispered against her lips and Awilia felt such a strong desire to lean in and let him capture her lips. Every fiber in her being was screaming for her to lean in to her desire.

Suddenly she could feel a wrath hit her conscious, it surrounded her and she could swear she could hear Thranduil growl for her to stop.

Awilia opened her eyes in fear and looked around to see if he was standing there but she couldn't see him anywhere. She shook her head to get his callings to stop.

"I'm going insane." She hissed lowly as she looked back at Glorfindel.

"Awilia, I do not wish to put you in a strange situation but did you lay with Thranduil?" He asked seriously as he hold her head in his hands.

Awilia could still hear Thranduils warnings to stay away from him. "You're mine Awilia, don't do this." Thranduil roared.

Awilia shook her head and she crashed her lips against Glorfindels and it felt like a flame was lighting inside her core. Her body buzzed by the desire to feel more of Glorfindel blending with Thranduils roaring anger. She was burning and she liked it.

She felt Glorfindel asking for entrance as he graced his tongue on her plump lips, she granted the access directly to piss Thranduil off. She could feel Thranduils anger like it was her own and suddenly she was hit with other emotions, betrayal and love. Everything became so confusing and she let her tongue dance with Glorfindel and she could feel his desire pressed against her and she couldn't deny the pooling heat in her lower stomach. Everything felt so wrong and right at the same time and the feelings confused her to the point that she wanted to scream for both of them to stop. But her body craved closeness and Thranduils heated jealousy made her even more aroused.

Her hands were now tangled up in Glorfindels long hair and she could feel his hand caress her back as he moved over to discover her body. Thranduils anger became to much growing every time her own desire grew.

She broke from the kiss standing up panting, trying to shut Thranduil out of her mind.

"Awilia, I apologize if I went to far." Glorfindel said as he stood up caressing her arm.

Awilia did not answer she simply turned around and ran away. Her mind was spinning with all the feelings, he body wanted release but her heart ached by the hurt and anger radiating from Thranduil.

"How can I feel you?" She whispered out in the cold air.

As she closed her eyes she could see Thranduil before her storming towards her, his eyes was blazing and she tried to move away but she was stuck to the ground. She felt him sweep her up from the ground and possessively claim her mouth and it felt like jolt of fire went through her veins by the sensation. She was drowning in to his hard body and the feeling of his strong arms holding her hard against his muscular chest. He kissed her with such passion she felt dizzy, she panted as she opened her eyes. She was alone in the garden, she looked around for Thranduil but he was nowhere to be found. Her heart was thorn between her feelings. What have I done? She thought before Thranduils voice took over.

"I'm taking you home Awilia. You belong to me, no one is allowed to touch you but me." Thranduils voice roared in her mind before she fell to the ground.