I was a daddy's girl, through and through. I followed him everywhere, even to weapons training. I would be in the stands just watching him as he sparred with the soldiers. When he was made the Head Guard of the soldiers, he made sure that there was still time set aside for me and my mother. Nothing kept my father from spending time with his family. I was his biggest supporter and he was my strongest rock.

When I turned 15, my mother became pregnant again, she had suffered two miscarriages before that. Luckily this pregnancy lasted the entire twelve months, and my baby sister was born. Her name was Threyna. She was the most annoying when she all but wanted to follow me around everywhere. By the time I turned 29 she would still cry when she wouldn't get her way, but my mother would always come to explain to her why she wasn't getting her way. My mother was a gift sent by the Gods for how much patience she had.

I remember we shared a very close relationship me and my mother. She would always know when something was bothering me or I was angry at something. I loved that I could walk in the room and she would know exactly how to approach my mood.

I can remember when it was my 30th birthday, the delegation of elves came to visit the Kingdom. I and my sister stood next to grandfather by the throne, my father and mother stood to my great grandfather's right. We were all decked out in our royal attire. I wore a gold headdress with and emerald stone in the center, with a green dress and cream corset. My sister wore a short blue dress, the Line of Durin colors, with a small golden headdress.

She kept pulling my hand down begging for me to bend down and talk to her. I complied smiling with love, because although she is annoying she is my sister and I her role model. I want her to be proud of me just as much as I am of her.

"Namad, I'm hungry. How much longer do we have to wait?" She whispered.

I could hear my father and grandfather chuckle as my mother looked on smiling. I had eyes only for my sister as I smiled, "I have a few biscuits in my pocket Poppet, would you like them?"

Her eyes were bright and shining as she nodded her head vigorously. "Yes please."

I plucked the biscuits from my pockets and gave them to her as she squealed. I hear a rough throat clearing and I knew everyone in the room froze. Even my sister whose eyes got wide, her hand clenched hard in mine, and the biscuits that were inches from her mouth stopped moving.

I turn around to see the King looking over at me with a disapproval eye, his jaw set tight. I stared back, without a hint of fear for retribution. The King only glares harder, until the guard announces the arrival of the Elven delegation. The King waves his hand to allow the elves to be let in, only then does he break my stare and we all release a quiet breath. My sister goes on to eat her biscuits and I squeeze her hand in support.

The King has been ill for quite some time. No longer is he the playful and joking great grandfather that I remember him to be. Now he is cold, unforgiving, and jealous of all things shiny. He no longer cares for family or kingdom, only that which will make his home glitter. My only sadness that comes from this illness is that my sister never got to see the great grandfather that he once was, she holds no love for the King only fear. I hold contempt for betraying family over jewels. My heart breaks every time I see that face once so full of love, devoid of all emotion.

BANG!!

I am brought from my musings to see the Elven King, Thranduil look at the closed box in front of him with shock and anger. He looks up from the box to glare hard at the King. My family's faces all show confusion.

The King sneered, "The price for the work done has gone up. Until you pay the debt, these jewel will remain here"

Thranduil said nothing, only to stand straight and look around the room. His eyes stopped on me and my sister.

"That was not what we agreed upon. I have already paid my dues and if you continue in this path, I will have no choice but to consider new allies. Unless you want us to have a war. I have spies who can infiltrate and kidnap your beloved "Summer Star" right from under your nose"

I growled as my family went to reach for their weapons, "You'll have to catch me first"

The King bellowed, " Enough! I don't care about your threats on the Princess, the new debt stands, either pay it or don't. Either way I gain the riches."

Thranduil lifted his eyes to stare at the King, tilting his head slightly, he turned on his heel and left, but not before looking at me once more. He smirked as the door shut behind him.

Without being dismissed, I grabbed my sister and carried her out of the throne room, ignoring the shouts from the King at my insolence.

"Runa?"

"Yes Poppet?"

"What did the tall man mean? Is he going to take you away?" Her lip quiverred as fresh tears began slipping down her cheeks.

I reached the common room in the Royal Wing before I set her down on the sofa. Turning her towards me so she could look at my face I smiled wiping the stray tears from her cheeks, "No Threyna. No one is going to take me away from you, Amad, or Adad. If they try, they'll learn quickly that I won't be easy."

Her lips were still quivering but at least the tears were stopping. She smiled, "I'll protect you namad."

I smiled, "I feel better already. You're the best protector in all of Arda"

She curled up next to me on the sofa as I played with her braids, detangling them from the crown upon her head, as I took it off. We sat there for almost 20 minutes. She was yawning, just enjoying the petting she was getting as it lulled her to sleep.

Before she fell deep into her slumber she whispered, "Amralizi Runa"

I smiled, my eyes drooping as well. "I love you too Poppet."

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Runa- Old Norse for "Mighty Strength"

Khuzdul is taken from the dwarrow scholar and I will only be using a few phrases here and there

Khuzdul:

Amad: Mother

Adad: Father

Namad: Sister

Amralizi: I love you

Dashat (From Chapter 1): Son