So Gang of Awesome Followers!
Another chapter, another day! I have been gone due to sickness, evil doctors, a thing called a job and the horrid torture of summer classes. But I am here now. Never fear.
I decided to give you a brief chapter before I go on vacation… (like an actually vacation with no work or school!) I will be gone for a week, but I plan on writing while I am gone! Yay!
On a more serious note, I would like to dedicate this chapter to Robin Williams, and to all those who struggle with suicide, mental illness, loneliness, addiction… In spite of everything, all the people who I have personally know who struggle with such things, have been the most creative and enjoyable people I have known! This is my tribute to them!
And to all my readers, if any of you struggle with anything, or are just plain lonely, PM me! Reach out if you need a person to talk to you! I might just tell you jokes… but hopefully at least you will be laughing and get out of your head for a while!
I myself have major depressive disorder so I've been on the receiving end of the darkness and having the fanfic community has helped me through some dark times.
Well… um… yeah… That's enough sharing! But seriously, this chapter goes out to all those who struggle through this life.
It is worth living.
L'Chaim
Philosophie88
Gíl-wen knocked softly on Thranduil's chamber doors. She supposed that she could have gone in, but after the display at dinner she was unsure of what mood the king would be in, or if he even wish to entertain company. She had gone to Galion in the hopes that butler would have some insight into what really happened, but Galion had either not been privy to the incident or knew the specifics and was remaining loyal to his master. Gíl-wen suspected the latter.
"Fallen down the stairs…" the princess sighed. Her lover was a hopeless liar. She sensed that it had something more to do with a certain captain of her cousin's guard whose stubborn heart she had broken. She sighed again. Why could Glorfindel not just move on? Why did he have to act like a two year old whose favorite toy had been taken from him? Why… She knocked on the door a little louder. Why did Thranduil allow Fin to get the upper hand for that matter? Most likely Glorfindel and Thranduil had met in some random hall and Fin had let loose all his pent up frustration and heartbreak on the handsome face of her darling elven king. Well, one good thing that had come from such an encounter, or a fall down the stairs, if Thranduil was to be believed, Gíl-wen knew for sure, that any deformation did not detract from Thran's fine features.
Gíl-wen sighed and leaned back up against the door after knocking yet a third time.
Thran was extremely handsome; his lean jaw, bright blue eyes, which twinkled with mischief, when not dangerously cold... but that rarely happened, only when Glorfindel had made the comment about his father. His high forehead and long nose could have been awkward on any other ellon, but then they only defined his regal features and gave him a sense of pompousness. Everything about his features fit him, fit his personality. And his lips… Well…
"My lady, were you needing something?" Galion's voice broke Gíl-wen out of her daydream, and alerted her to her purpose for being there in the first place. She stood up straight and smoothed her gown.
"Ah yes, Galion, I am looking for your master. I have not seen him since supper, and since you will not give me a straight answer, I am afraid I have no choice but to kiss the truth out of my betrothed."
The butler's eyes twinkled merrily. "Well, I am afraid your sweet seduction shall have to wait my lady." Gíl-wen raised an incredulous eyebrow at his impertinence. "You see, my lady," more chuckling, "I have all but tucked your dearest lord in for the night, and it would be rather scandalous if you were to be seen in his chambers this late at night." Gil-wens jaw dropped in utter amazement, but before she could say anything else, the butler had swiftly stepped in front of her and pushed open the door slightly.
"Good night lady Gíl-wen." Galion said sincerely, yet with a mischievous twinkle still in his eyes. "I shall inform his majesty that you question his story and send your love."
And the woodland servant slipped inside, leaving an utterly bewildered Gíl-wen behind.
The princess heaved an exasperated sigh, shrugged her shoulders and turned to find her own chambers, muttering under her breath as she went. "Sylvans…"
Once Galion was inside the king's rooms, and he heard the princess' footsteps fade away, he let out a hearty laugh.
"I do not find this particularly amusing, Galion!" thundered a voice from the closet.
"Really sire," replied the butler as he ceased his chuckling. "I could not agree more. I find it rather educational instead."
"Educational!" came the exasperated closeted voice. "EDUCATIONAL... TO LOCK YOUR KING IN THE CLOSET… Please, do enlighten me!"
"Well," said Galion calmly. "I am teaching you how to properly dispose of me if my presence ever offends in the future." He chuckled lightly again. "Locking me in a room hardly does the trick."
"It was four stories up," interjected wardrobed Thranduil.
"Yes, aran nin, and I am a wood elf."
Glassary: Here is some more fun for you! Finwë is doing wonderful and shall be featured soon.
DeLacus: Thank you! They are my favorite bromance!
Gginsc: I was going to have Thranduil fight him. But I think Thranduil feels bad for him… more on that later.
Mandiecandie: Thank you! I love this story too ;) Again, there will be more on why Thranduil didn't fight him in the near future. Remember he is a guest in Elrond's house, and, as much as he is a arrogant ellon sometimes, he does have a stong sense of decorum.
Qeani: Galion is that elf who also annoys me because he is too damn cheerful. All. The. Time. And I can't help myself from writing him that way.
VivianChaotica: ummm… I think now Galion's death is imminent.
AgentMastermind: LOVE THE NAME! I am happy I'm back too… It's been far too long.
Alexandrion: Thank you so much! I am glad you are enjoying the story.