"Tahlia, my little lamb, are you okay?" a voice says. It's Thranduil, my ada, "you blacked out. What happened?"
"Ada, where am I? One minute I was in the throne room and then I was, dreaming, but it was no dream. I think it was a memory, the day Azog was brought in, and I was taken away," I trail off.
Azog bursts in, "Is she awake? How is she?" he pants.
"I will be okay, I just remembered something," I say. In truth, I am exhausted.
"What did you remember Pet?" Azog inquires.
"I was a baby, on ada's lap; Legolas tickled my nose with his hair. Then your parents came with you. You were covered in fresh cuts. Ada sent Legolas and I to our rooms. I was taken by a sorcerer, Pharom. I was changed into a human, he said he'd get me when I came of age," you retell the story in near perfect detail. "How long ago was I taken Ada?" you ask.
"Four hundred and ninety seven years ago, you were three at the time. Only eight months in human terms. Azog at the time was three months older," Thranduil says, "I thought I had lost you forever."
Another figure rushes into the room, which had once been mine, updated in hope I would one day return. The figure turned out to be a tall, blonde elf. He looks around, his eyes find me. His eyes widen and mouth gapes, "Is this her? Are you my baby sister?" he asks. I nod. "Oh my little sister, I am so sorry! I should not have left you, can you forgive me?" he cries.
"Legolas, my dearest brother, it is not your fault. Pharom had planned out my abduction. Of course I can," I say. I stand and embrace my brother, tickling his nose with the ends of my red-brown hair. "You remember that?" he says, picking me up and spinning me around. "Ehem," It is Azog. Legolas puts me down, becoming deadly serious "Azog. It has been a long time. Since you first bonded with Lunam," he says stiffly.
"Yes, just over a century ago. It is good to see you again Legolas," Azog replies.
"You look different, like an elf," Legolas continues.
"Yes. Your darling sister caused that and she gave me back my arm. Something I am grateful for," Azog says, kissing my forehead. "Come, we can catch up over lunch, I want everyone to know I have my daughter back," Thranduil announces. He leads us through a maze of tunnels through to a large, open room. In the middle was a long table, filled with platters of food, similar to the keep, although with a lot more vegetables and fruits. I follow my ada to the head of the table, Legolas sitting on his right and me on his left, Azog on my other side.
A mass of elves stream in through the open doors, throwing wary looks at myself and Azog before sitting down. Once everyone had settled, Thranduil stood and spoke, "Welcome everyone, thank you for making it. Originally, I invited you all here for the sake of it. But in the past few hours, I have had my daughter, my little lamb, my Tahlia return to me by none other than Azog, cursed the same day my daughter was taken from me. Not only is my daughter back, but she and her betrothed are to be married, meeting each other through pure chance four hundred and ninety seven years after Pharom first declared war on us!" a cheer rises from the crowd of elves. It is not like the rowdy cheer of the orcs, but a lighter cheer, like leaves in the wind. "Now, my kin; let us eat, drink and be merry!" he finishes his speech and sits down to eat. "Ada, what do you mean betrothed? We were only babes at the time," I ask.
"Azog's family were the highest ranking in the realm other than the royal family. It was arranged that, when you both were of age, you would be married. You, my lamb, are not yet of age but he is. The marriage was to take place in three days, on your birthday, but it does not need to if you have no wish for it to," my ada explains.
"I would love to get married in my birthplace, your majesty, but would you Tahlia?" Azog chips in. I had no idea, apparently I was nearly five hundred and I could be married to Azog, my soul mate. Doing so would fulfil Azog's customs, my father's wishes and my own wants on top of that. "I would love to ada," I hug him, gaining the attention of every elf in the room.
"Marvellous! My little girl will be married in three days!" he declares. I feel a blush creep up my neck and face.
"Just one more thing ada, well two actually, I'm sorry for punching your nose, if I had known I never would've. Azog brought a dress for me to meet the orc leaders before he changed, may I wear that for my wedding gown?" I ask.
"You did not know who I was, do not say sorry for defending yourself," my ada says, touching his nose briefly before continuing, "as for the gown. Usually the gown is of elfish make but that is of little importance, it is your choice."
"Oh thank you ada!" I say. I spend the rest of the meal making polite conversation with nearby elves, Azog and catching up with Legolas. As it turned out, he was married to Tauriel, a sylvian elf who was captain of the guard. It was a controversial marriage but it had ada's blessing and everyone loves her.
The meal ends and Azog and I go out of the forest to the cave with Lunam and Tenebrae to get our riding gear and rode them back to the palace. Thranduil is at the gates to greet you. "Where were you keeping all your riding gear?" he asks.
"Oh, you know, in a certain cave, which I hid with plants and stuff," I shrug.
"Would that be the same cave that you slept in when you escaped the dungeons?"
"Yep, the very same," myself and Thranduil burst into peals of laughter. Have you found out if you are in-pup Lunam? I ask eager to find out.
Yes I am, not sure how many yet though, she answers. I squeal in excitement and rush over and hug her, Does Azog and Tenebrae know?
Tenebrae found out when I did, but Azog has no idea as yet, she chuckles. We both walk, side by side to the stables, Tenebrae following shortly after while Azog and Thranduil talk about wedding plans.