a.n. shows a little dark twisted side of thranduil...

Chapter 22

I watched with hungry eyes while the little dove before spoke in her soft music like voice. How do you do it little one? How do you manage to bring out the demon that I so carefully lock inside of me.

Again I helplessly watch as you take another step towards me wiping off those crystals like tears. What a savage brute you have turned this old elf into my Moreira. You do not understand how danger it is do you? Ofcourse you do not…if you did then you would not be standing here…you would run away from me, far far away.

"It matters not, if ashamed is what you feel…then…t-then…" she speaks sobbing words sobbing in between. Oh my little one I beg you, stay away…do not come any closer. Stay away Moreira…stay away.

"Then taint me too…." She was speaking but I could hear no more. My feet already started moving forward. I was trying to stop myself yet nothing was working. I knew I was possessed.

Before she even realized I was standing before her, grabbing her by the waist. Oh so tiny she is, her waist is so small. So fragile her bones feel yet the beast inside have gone far too savage to care for anything…I push her till her back hit against the wall with a loud thud. She is injured on the back yet I cannot do anything but to capture her mouth in mine in the most brutal way ever possible.

As if on instinct she puts both her hands over my chest and shoulder and tries to push me away. Huh…how fascinating! She thinks to stand a chance against me. It had me get a hold of both those wrists and tightly pin them above her head.

How dare you!

"Moreira…Moreira…Moreira…"

In between the kiss I see the shock in her eyes…the fear…and soon a drop of tear fall on my face. I realize Moreira is crying…Moreira is crying…

…

Just as the realization hits him Thranduil quickly pulled himself away from the young princess but alas! It was already done…he has ruined it all.

With one of her trembling hands Moreira touches her bloody lips. The elven king looks down shamefully. He could not bring himself to look into those eyes shining with tears any longer.

She felt helpless, that much he could tell. So did he but she could not see it.

Moreira opened her out to speak but no words came out.

"…Why?" she whispered. "Why did you do this?" her voice was barely audible.

"…Moreira…" he extended his hand to touch her but she retreated back; her whole form still shivering from the after math. "Forgive me…my-"

She turned around and started to run cutting him off mid-way. The elven king watched with wide eyes as his little princess tried to run away from him in fear. He knew everything that they shared all this time is over…it will never be the same again. Moreira will never be his…he has lost her forever.

'No…it cannot be. You are the one I cannot bear to lose.'

Just as Moreira was about to open the door a long arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back with a haste.

"Nothing happened my little dove…everything will be okay my little princess…everything." she heard the king's voice in her hear and right then she felt a hand on top of her head. The king starts to chant something in a very ancient tongue something that Moreira did not understand nor has she ever heard those syllables. It was very foreign to her. The young princess tried the best to break free but alas….

The elven king quickly manages to catch the unconscious from of Moreira before it hits the grounds picking her up and cradles like a child.

"For give me…forgive me my precious…!" is all he says placing a kiss on her forehead. "Forgive my selfishness...forgive my greed...for these are all your doing."

"She will wake up in three to four days." Lord Elrond said coming out of Moreira's room. "There is no danger?"

Outside her room stood Legolas, a very tensed looking Haldir, three of Elrond's children and Anariel with both her parents Nuren and Galion.

"Is she badly injured?" Legolas asked only for Haldir to look up at the prince with worried eyes.

"There is nothing to worry about, a week is all that she requires." said Elrond.

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A knock on the door got the elven king's attention who in fact was sitting in a pretty relaxed position in his office drinking wine and going through scrolls.

"My lord...lord Elrond wishes for an audience with you?" Galion spoke opening the door. Before Thradnuil could give the permission the said person entered the elven king's office in a haste and motioned for Galion to leave. The butler simply obeyed and closed the door as he exited leaving both the elven lords to their discussion.

Elrond watched as the elven king poured a full goblet of wine and passed it to him. "Have some wine Elrond." In elronds's eyes he seemed way to relaxed than normal. "We have a lot to discuss, after all so many thing are going on in middle earth. News have reached my ears that the old fool has sided with the dwarves. Mithrandir can be quite troublesome." The last sounded more like a comment to Elrond.

"Are you not concerned about Moreira?"

"No." Thranduil replied right away. "Not when she is watched by the best healer in middle earth."

"Tell me king Thranduil," Elrond paused to take a sip of his wine. "What made you erase her memories? What right do you have to play with such sensitive matters?"

Elrond was expecting Thranduil get angry and yell but to his surprise he remained quite calm while the smirk on his lips perked up more.

"Only to keep her safe."

There was sign of hunger in Thradnuil's eyes that Elrond found very strange...though he could not actually point out what it really was; but was sure that it was something very wild.