Chapter 33

The elvan king watched with rage filled eyes how desperately the elleth was kissing him. She was trying her best to make him open his mouth to grant her access but in no luck. No matter how hard she tried she was not able to make him part his mouth. She even used both her hands to hold his face still thinking that way it may be easier to access of his mouth but still it led to nothing but failure.

Being in complete desparation she slid her hands downwards following the trail of his stomach to his lower abdomen and from there to his lower regions. She thought it was best to stimulate him, it would get him more excited and would start responding to it. Rubbing her palm down there Erumara realized there was a lot she needed to do, the king was after all very stubborn. She started to gently stroke him over his pants hoping to get a moan out out him but...

What the unfortunate elleth realized that king's hands that she placed over her chest one of them was slowly sliding up and soon his long fingers circled around her throat. With every second pressure increasing ready to crush it at any given second.

Erumara only understood something was not in order when she started to fill the air in her throat getting blocked. Pulling away quickly from the king's lips Erumara looked at him with desperate eyes.

"My lord." She almost gasped at the king's unexpected action. She has kissed many ellons before but so far no one has dared to crush her throat.

"What do you think you are doing?" The king hissed lowly. "You insolent child?"

"I was only trying to pleasure you my lord." Erumara replied pretending to be an innocent child but the king was no fool, before him her acting skilled seemed pretty poor. After all he who has been acting every day to act like a wise father to his innocent little daughter but inside he was a beast that wanted to devour that little girl.

"You must be starving for centuries? Are you not my lord?" Erumara knew she was speaking the truth and was expecting the king's expression to fall and his vulnerability to flash for once. But to her surprise he smirked. The smirk alone reflected to cruel and animalistic side of him that hides underneath the wise face.

"Tell me my lord…do you not get the temptation?" She parted her lips to lick the bottom part of it and continued. "You surely do feel the urge? Do you not? Everyone who is alone does."

'Cleaver girl!' Thranduil thought in his mind. "And what advise do you have for me? Elleth?"

"I am offering myself to you." Thranduil's expression remained blank but he found the shamelessness of this elleth to be quite repulsive.

"Take me my lord…quench your thirst with me." Taking a step forward she continued. "Ravish me till you hunger is satisfied."

Widening his smirk Thranduil pulled Erumara towards him by her throat.

"You are indeed one brave little elfling!" He spoke in a sarcastic tone wile leaning his face closer to her. So close that his nose crossed with her's; making her think that he would kiss but ofcourse turned his face moving closer to her ear only to purr seductive to her.

"Are you sure you are ready for this?"

"More than anything!" Erumara replied as if she was in a trance at his deep sultry voice.

"It will hurt." He teased.

"It matters not…as long as it is you."

As soon as she said those words her eyes widened noticing the king this time was actually leaning towards her lips but he stopped as he was only inches away from her lips and that exact moment with a sudden jolt Erumara's body awaken from the elven king's hypnotizing gaze as she felt her throat starting to crush.

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Legolas was passing through the long corridor that was connected to the terrace that was right with the great ballroom. Just as the prince neared the terrace out of nowhere, all of a sudden an elleth falls at his feet; a half-naked elleth at that.

Looking up from the elleth at his feet, the prince noticed his father few feet away leaning on the way so casually as if nothing happened.

"Adar!" was the only word that escaped Legolas's mouth.

The prince was no longer able to conceal his surprise. Seeing his father like this was the last thing he ever expected. To him his father was a noble elder and very wise but now his actions seemed to prove him otherwise.

Opening his robe quickly Legolas covered Erumara's upper bare body and pushed her behind him for protection.

"Take her to her mother." The prince commanded a guard that was passing by.

What angered Legolas the most was that in all this time the expression on his father's face still remained unchanged. The smug grin still lingered on his face.

"What were you doing with that elleth?" Legolas asked in a demanding tone approaching his father who stood leaning on the wall with his arms crossed in front of him. Leglas was burning in rage. Something that his father surely noticed.

"Have you forgotten who I am?" the elven king snarled. "My son!"

"Have you forgotten who I am Legolas?" The king repeated through gritted teeth. Legolas opened his mouth to answer but his father cut him off before that.

"In-case you have forgotten let me remind you..." Taking a step closer to him he spoke. "I am your father, I am the king and this is my realm and you my son have no authority to question me standing on my kingdom…leaving under my rulers. Is that clear?"

"Ad-" Again his father cut him off.

"Is that clear Legolas?"

"….Yes…" the prince replied hesitantly.

"Now get out of my sight…go enjoy the feast I have thrown."

Bowing his head in respect Legolas was about to make his exit but his father once again stopped him in his tracks.

"in case you are wondering…" Legolas looked over his head to acknowledge his father. "…I have no poor taste in females, thank me for that or else you would have been born ugly…"

Legolas could not help but roll his eyes at his father's remark.

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Watching his son dissolving into the crowd with disappointment did brain pain to Thranduil's cold heart. A cold heart, the king is cold hearted everyone easily concluded that about him but none has ever tried to realize how or why it has become so cold. The amount of pain this heart endured before becoming cold towards the world.

There was only one who ever dared to investigate, and entered his cold heart. And her stubbornness was a definite success. Because after a long time his heart once again feels warm and her presence alone is the cause of it. She does not wish to, nor does she want bring him any pain but unaware she is that each action by her makes a reaction in his heart. Little does she even know that, she has raised a beast inside him? A two faced beast one that can be very kind and when things don't follow nothing will be more brutal than it. And now it wa brutal state, so brutal that he himself feared its wrath.

The cold wind softly caressed his face. He closed his eyes at the feeling of it. Tom him it felt as if it was his little girl that was touching him. Droplets of water hit his face exactly on the surface of his scar but he could not feel it, that part of him had no senses.

"Do you feel anything?" Miriel asked softly tracing the hideous scar with her soft hands just as he let go of the concealing spell.

Thranduil closed his eyes and concentrated on his senses to see if he could feel anything but alas…nothing! He felt nothing.

His wife leaned up and kissed his face where the burnt scar was face.

"Someday…Thranduil, someday someone will be able to bring back senses in here."

"If it does not happen now, it shall happen never." He replied pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"It shall maybe not now but centuries later…when your life shall be changed forever, you will finally know what being happy means…your life shall be complete…you will laugh every day and the whole of Woodland realm shall light up in joy and sing song in delight."

"But I am happy now Miriel…I have you."

"Then you shall be more happy…your life will delighted."

"You are Miriel…not Galadriel, try not to speak like your naneth it does not suit you." The elven king replied pinching the bridge of his wife's small nose.

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"Are you a lady my lord?" Little Moreira asked sitting on his lap, while he remained seated on his throne.

"No I am not my dear." He replied wrapping his arms around her but careful not to crush her as he brought her closer to him so that she stays warm in his warmth.

"Why not?" Now that was one of her challenging question that the king had no answer to. Moreira's just a child who barely even understands the difference between a male and a female. According to her both Nuren and Galion are sisters. She does not even understand the concept of husband and wife. And it this point how he would explain to her that he is actually a male and no female.

"Because I am different, my body is different. I am strong… I can fight." He replied carefully choosing his words. But the little one was not convinced by his words.

"Then why is Tauriel not a male my lord? She can fight and she is also not as beautiful as y-" Moreira stopped mid-sentence and screamed at the top of her lungs. Legolas, Galion and his wife with few other guards burst into the hall to see a crying Moreira who was scared out of her life and a king who just remained there frozen one the spot.

Galion was the first to notice that the king's concealing spell has slipped and it scared the child. He quickly motioned for Legolas to climb up the stairs and bring the child down.

Thranduil was able to conceal his scar back again in a flash but the little one saw what she saw and it scared her to the point where she would not even stop crying. Legolas quickly climbed up and took Moreira from his lap and exited his throne hall.

Shooing all the others away Galion slowly approached the king with a bottle of wine. Seeing the king lost in thought he slowly climbed up the stairs to pour him a glass of wine.

"My lord." He offered the king his glass of wine.

"I felt something for the first time I felt something…" the king spoke absent mindly taking the glass from his butler. "The moment that child's hand came in contact with my wound I felt a sensation there…for the first time and my spell somehow slipped."

The elven king shot his open as the sound of soft giggle reached his ear. For sometime his mind tried to reason why this strange memory flashed before his eyes. Does it hold any meaning? Looking down from the terrace he noticed his very reason for happiness now, his Moreira out in the rain dancing like free bird spreading her wings. He observed she in the garden that was closer to the stable and that was where she was heading. He could not help but watch with greedy eyes how improper the dress looked on her. Whole of her back was open for everyone to stare at. The design of big diamond held by gold chain faded in front of the beauty of her back curve.

"You fool!"

He cursed himself for picking out that particular dress, there was no doubt that she looked beautiful but to watch other looking at her with lust filled eyes was even painful. Soon Thranduil's keen eyes picked up another figure. His eyes widened realizing that Moreira was absolutely alone there and a figure clad in blue tunic was approaching her and she was not even aware. And to make matter worse it was not even that disgusting wrench Haldir.

a.n. sorry was unable to add the Thranduil x Mori part in this one but please be patient next chapter will be them I promise. it Is almost half done. now if you guys are interested you can help me for that chapter by letting me know...

1. what do you think should happen between them. I know i asked few days ago now i just want to double check that I am not heading the wrong way also a little spoiler there will be a big twist at the end of next chapter...i hope you are ready if possible brace yourself cuz thing are about to get very dirty.