A/N: Forgive the extremely long delay and also the brevity of this chapter. I will work on having a longer one up soon, but my personal life encountered terrible tragedy that took quite a took on my writing ability. I hope you'll forgive me and enjoy the chapter.
Chapter Nine: Cassiopeia
The evening was cool, a final respite from a hot and sticky day. All the windows were open and the curtains danced in the breeze.
Thranduil sat at his great desk. It shone a deep wooden color and reflected the golden glow of the candles.
There was a quiet, almost hesitant knock on the door.
"Yes?" The King spoke.
Slowly, the door opened and an Elf walked slowly inside, shutting the door behind him.
"Your Majesty." The Elf spoke and bowed slightly.
Thranduil rose from his chair, regarding in his mind where all the weapons were in the room.
"Varyar."
"I was wondering if I could have a few words with you, please, sir?"
Looking over his companion, the words of his son rung clear in his mind, along with the warnings.
"Of course, you have been a loyal servant of Eryn Lasgalen and a close friend to my son, you are welcome here anytime. Please, sit." The King gestured to a padded chair on the other side of his desk. It was a good idea to keep Varyar on the other side of the desk and keep something in between them in case things went ill.
Varyar looked deeply into the eyes of the King.
"Arcon sees these recent events as a great way to achieve his own ends. To use the power of the armies against you and your family in order to gain the kingdom and strike out against the world. I believe he is quite mad, but he alone holds a knowledge that I have kept secret from all. I would listen to him in order to just gain your attention. Now I realize that I cannot cause such pain for my own cause. I know that I must come and confront you after all these years."
Confused would be an understatement for the King at this point.
"I don't quite follow you."
"You knew my mother. You know her, My Lord. Before you met your wife."
"Where does that fit in? Yes, I knew your mother, she left and lived in seclusion many years ago, before you were born."
"Yes, because she was so far out she died by spider attack, there was no one nearby to help her. She died alone, for I was in lessons when it happened." Varyar's voice began to shake, this was what he had been waiting his entire life to say.
"You wish to tell me something. Please, do so or move on with your life."
Varyar met the King gaze inch for inch, not relenting for a moment. "Your Majesty, the point I am trying to reach is that," he took a deep breath, "I am your son."