Ch 34

When it started to rain Moreira did not know, all she knew was she could taste her freedom in each drop that were softly caressing her unbounded body that was free from all regulation and rules with this kingdom of Woodland Realm. Spreading her hands like wings of an eagle and humming the tune of her favourite song Moreira let the rain shower her while she danced in her own world; a world where nothing can stop her dreams from coming true.

All the while Moreira was so lost into the evening that she did not even realize that a figure was approaching her. She only noticed just as it got closer. It appeared to be an ellon. First she was happy to see that someone was joining her too but soon with her keen elven sight she noticed how drowned his eyes with the consumption of alcohol. Even in her drunken state she could clearly notice his lusty eyes.

Scared! I am scared!

A part of Moreira was telling her to run inside but the other part of her brain was too consumed with wine to support the idea and thus she remained frozen on the spot. Just watching as the ellon nearing her with every step; she could feel the aura of danger yet her head was unable to process it.

With her large wide eyes Moreira watched how close the ellon was he was probably a hand and half way from her.

Run…move away from here…run!

Her body was still unable to process those messages and that is when the most supprizing this happened. The ellon just halt himself to stop only a hand distance from Moreira. Then bend his upper body to bend to a deep bow placing his hands on his chest gesturing a message of both respect and apology. With that the ellon quickly exited from there as if he was running for his own dear life.

Moreira blinked her eyes once…twice…three times. She did not understand the ellon's change in behaviour. She wondered why all of a sudden he simply looked like a prey standing in front of his predator. To her it made no sense but soon she could feel the heat radiating from behind. Her senses told her that she was not alone there was another presence behind her.

On her instinct she turned around and noticed a familiar figure. He wore a black tunic made up of the finest silk and embroidered with finest of gems on it. Over his tunic he wore a red long coat and down there his long legs were covered in black trousers and boots that came up to his knees. On top of his head sat the crafted wooden crown of Woodland Realm proudly making him look even taller than he already was. His long blonde hair which was drenched in rain now clung to his sharp chiselled face.

It was that beautiful creature that she saw earlier Moreira realized. Her face beamed up in joy. A wide grin took over her face displaying both sets of her teeth.

"Moreria!" came his stiff voice dripping with anger.

The grin on the princess's face changed into a frown.

"Moreira…Did you drink my wine today?"

A giggle left the princess's lips.

"Moreira!"

She laughed harder but also hiccupped all of a sudden followed by it came a very disgusting sounding burp. Moreira quickly covered mouth with both her hands before another of those burp could escape her.

The elven king held his breath letting his cool down the anger that was building up inside him. If Thranduil had his eyes closed he would thought it was done by a dwarf but alas his eyes were open to witness such hideous and unruly behaviour from his little girl.

"Go to your room Moeria." The king commanded.

"No." she replied pouting her rosy lips. Going three steps backward.

"Moreira!" his jaw tightened in anger. The muscles under his jaw were pulsating in rage but ofcourse Moreira could not see it.

"No! No! No!" she protested like a child.

And that was it; he had enough of her childishness. With couple of strode he nears her and bending down he picked up Moreira and threw her over his shoulders as if she was a runaway dear finally getting caught.

"Where are you taking me?" Moreira asked with her one hand hammering against his back and other clutching onto his hair tightly but ofcourse it had no effect on him nor did it make him change his course.

"Where are you taking me?" Moreira whined.

"It is not important for you know... elfling!"

…

Once inside the princess's chamber the king slowly put her down.

"Why did you bring me back?" Moreira demanded placing both her hands on her waist. "The feast is not over."

"It is over for you." He answers in a sharp tongue. "You are drunk beyond limit, therefore it is dangerous for you to be present there."

He was not even a bit surprised as he noticed how Moreira was watching him, like a curious child. Her mouth almost gaped in an O shape. The elven king drew a sharp breath, closed his eyes and nodded his head in disappointment. He was not going to let it pass, it was his strict order that no wine should be served to the princess yet here she was standing before him so drunk that she tripped on her dress almost three times while making her way towards her dresser. It was decided in morrow he will have words with all the one who worked as server at the feast and not only that all four of her maids including the new one the fifth one has to answer to him why no one has stopped her. They were not far away from her while Moreira was drinking. But why none of them thought it was important to stop her…well it will the answer that those ladies need to give him first thing tomorrow morning.

'Aaah!' the sound of Moreira whimper brought him back. He looked in her direction to see that her earring got stuck with the fabric of her dress.

"Such a pity!" He exclaimed under his breath. At this state she was so vulnerable that she was not even realizing that it was just a small thread that got wrapped around the hook of the earring.

"Here…allow me to assist you." He offered making his way to stand behind her.

With her widened eyes Moreira watched the beautiful ellon behind her as he slowly moved her hair from her back to a side on her shoulder. His long fingers tenderly touched her back before moving towards her shoulder where her wretched earring remained stuck with the fabric. Pulling her shoulder back he noticed how badly the last stone got tangled in mess of threads. If he pulled it harder chances are there that it would cut Moreira's ear.

Looking around to find no sharp object near by the elven king leaned down towards her should only to cut through the thread using his teeth.

A gasp left Moreira's already parted lips while her eyelids closed down feeling the king's breath fanning on her shoulder. It sent a strange kind of shiver all the way down her spine. A unique tingling sensation passed all throughout her body something that she never felt before. The muscles of her inner thigh for some reason felt contracted all of a sudden. An unknown euphoria was travelling through her veins she could sense it but yet could not exactly feel it. What was happening to her? Just as she wondered the picture of beautiful creature earlier the day flashed before her eyes once more making her snap her eyes open.

It did not escape the king's eyes how suddenly his princess shot her eyes open. He could even feel how her whole body tightened under his touch. His body told him that it was his only chance to claim her but the his heart suggested otherwise.

Moreira once again started to giggle like child at time humming her tunes.

"Help me!" She sang signalling the elven king to help her undress. Such a tempting offer, a very tempting offer for the old elder that it made him swallow hard. He swallowed once more not knowing which path to follow. His feet made him take two step backs.

Moreira somehow clumsily managed to unhook the chains from her back and her absolute naked spine stood before him. It would not be long before that wretched dress completely falls down pooling at her feet.

The elven king felt his heart stop for a moment and then it started drumming inside. After a long time in his long flow of life Thranduil felt his heart beat like this.

"Help me please!" There you go now she was pleading him.

Do not do something that you that shall ruin everything.

Moreira started to push down the dress from her shoulders.

An object of desire that she has become…

The dress slowly sliding down her arms, slowly…slowly…slowly…

A touch just a touch to feel the curve of the spine…shall do no harm!

Slowly…slowly…the dress is slipping now revealing the fair skin of her naked shoulders.

A taboo…a forbidden act it shall be…it should never take place between a father and daughter.

She is no daughter! She is not my blood…

Then what is she? A lover? Love is something that shall never happen between the two of you…it will be nothing but a forbidden act; a sin it shall be.

Thranduil walked to the other side of the room in few long strides. His heart told him it was safe to keep a distance from her.

Moreira was way too occupied to notice anything else. The dress seemed way too difficult to take it off and specially since it was wet, it clung to her like a skin.

He needed not to look around and see whether the dress has fallen to the ground, he already heard it, the sound of small jewelled tassels hitting the ground. An unethical temptation to turn around was providing his neck a sly ache. A lava of pain was escalating in his loin at the thought of being all alone with her in the darkness…the things that he could do to her took his excitement to another height. And he could see no way of returning instead he could feel himself getting trapped on the web more and more.

Fortunately for him the elven king found himself standing before the princess's large cupboard. Wasting no time he took out a night gown for his little one and threw it back in her direction.

"Put this on!" he barked at her.

Settling his mind he made his way towards the fireplace to light up fire. At that moment it was necessity for her or else he was more than sure by the next morning she might catch cold. While he worked on lighting up the fire a pair of thin arms snaked around his waist.

Looking over his shoulder he saw how Moreira was flashing him a childish grin while her eyes held a mischievous look in them. She looked exactly like a prematurely grown child.

Why her?

A long hiss left his lips. It was not what he wanted yet this is what was he craved.

To him she was a child, to him almost a majority of the young elleth's were like a child to him but Moreira was different. How? She was not only a child but behaved most of the time fifty years younger than what she actually was. Having dirty thoughts regarding her made him feel disgusted at his own self yet he could not help it, because it was the only source that made him ache for pleasure. It was the only source of his release, the only source for him relax and possibly the only thing that has made him linger the surface of middle earth after so many hardships and losses.

He felt her nuzzling her face on his back while her hands rubbed his chest thoroughly.

A lustful sigh escaped his lips.

Taking both her hands in his he pulled himself off her embrace and turned towards her. She was watching him with hooded eyes. He could see how tired her eyes were. Taking the circlet of her head he tossed it towards the dresser.

Moreira giggled at his action, still letting the dorwinion wine control her head.

After that he undid her braid letting her entire hair loose.

Moreira's eyes closed down at the soothing sensation as the king started to run his finger through her dark locks.

"You hair," He paused to admire it for a while. "so beautiful."

"Then why not take it for yourself." She replied innocently.

"The whole of you is beauty, beautiful is what you are." He spoke in a low voice caressing her face.

Moreira did not reply him with words instead pulled him into a warm embrace.

Thranduil could feel his heart flutter just as Moreira rested her head on top of it.

Painful…being close to you bring a dull ache to my old thousand year old body. Ashamed is what I should be yet proud is what I feel.

Clearing his hazy mind the elven king pulled himself out of her spider web like embrace.

"Sleep well my little one." He kissed her head bidding farewell for the night.

With that he left her on her own thinking it was going to be a normal night….

As he was about to touch the handle of the door Moreira's high pitched scream and cry was all he heard and just as he turned all he saw was fire. For a moment it took him all the way back to the time when he faced the great serpent of the north. End of her night gown was on fire. It would not be long before his delicate Moreira turn into ashes by the flame.

No Moreira No!

The next few moments were completely blur to them both…

…

When Moreira opened her eyes next she realized she was someone's arms. Someone was holding her trembling form. That person was trying to soothe yet he himself was not calm she could feel how his heart was irrationally beating. For some reason Moreira felt safe in this all familiar embrace. She felt a hand gently stroking her head. His soft voice whispered in her ear;

"You are safe now…ssshhh…no need to cry…you are safe…you are safe my little one."

Hearing those words Moreira realized that she was crying but for some reason she could not actually feel it. She could not even feel how tightly both her hands were clasping onto the fabric of his tunic over his chest, he knuckles has turned absolutely white.

"You are safe…I give you my words no harm shall came to you…"

That warm voice comforted her, they made her feel safe. Slowly turning her head towards the blazing fire place she watched her night gown burn. Soon his hand turns her face other way.

"Do not look there." His soothing voice whispered in her ear.

Moreira eventually looked up to see her king looking down at her with tender gaze. His eyes full love warmth and love.

Who is it for?

Her mind questioned.

Looking carefully Moreira noticed the red velvet coat was missing from his attire and she realized what was covering her…her dignity. It was him, covering her…protecting her…keeping her safe from the dangers lurking around outside.

"There is no need to cry." He spoke whipping her tear with his finger.

Just as he was about to pull his hand away Moreira grasped it.

"hold me!" she softly whispered.

"I was not letting you go." He replied cupping her face with that same hand.

She decided to copy his move. Unfisting both her hand from his chest, her hands slid up gently taking his face in between her small palms.

"Moreira…" was the only word that came out of his lips.

His eyes appeared dilated, they were dark but for some reason it did not scare Moreira nor did it change her action. Moving from his eyes her focus was now on the lips…his beautiful fuller lips. They were parted why were they parted? Was it for her?

Thranduil could feel his heart stop, what was he seeing? Moreira was nearing, leaning towards him getting closer and closer…closer and closer…so close…he knows he can no longer hold himself but neither can she.

"What are you doing?"

Her eyes answered the question for him. yet he could not believe as he asked once more.

"Are you sure Mor-"

He did not get to finish the sentence…his lips got sealed and locked by her soft one, pulling him into a deep longing kiss.

Neither he nor she knew the night has arrived, finally that night has arrived...the night that changes everything between the elven king and his little princess...his daughter...his little faerie...his light...his gem...his Moreira.

Time shall wait for none, nor shall it ever go back!

A.N. so here it is...another update. I decided to break the chapter so next one coming up soon BE AWARE STEAM COMING UP.

And two people who I want to meantion for helping me with this chapter TEMPELLA and LOVINGHIMONLY thank you without your support and suggestions i probably would not have been able to write this chapter this way...though i am myself not sure how it turned out.

But yes here it is...question for you

1. leaning on the standing?

2. on the bed...

what do you prefer. (they will not be consummating their love yet... )