#36- Sunrise
The pink and white poured through the high window, catching in her hair, white gold glowing and changing to pale rose in the light.
But Thranduil didn't look at her.
She was such a common sight. Why should he bother?
Her eyes, a warm cyan, reflected the light of the sun.
But he didn't pay attention. Didn't she understand that he was upset? Heartbroken?
He needed to post more guards. Keep the gates locked at all times. It wasn't safe. Without a doubt, he had learned the hard way that the greenwood was no longer safe.
She should have known that.
Later, he was sorry for shouting at her, for throwing harsh variants of the word 'no' at her when she asked to please be allowed to go outside, to walk in the light of the sunrise with him. But she should have known! She should have known that something would happen!
But she didn't.
And neither did he.
This is the first in a (probably) three-part miniseries.
