Only if you love me

by Arithwen Greenleaf

It's a story about a woman who finds herself in Mirkwood and is obliged to stay there by Thranduil but what are his intentions? Err doesen't exactly revolve around Legolas but Thranduil. Please read it though! *Co-authored with Elithien Silverfrost*

3. Chapter 3

Disclaimer~ Anything you can find in a book that belongs to Tolkien obviously belongs to him and not us.

OMG!! Everyone go to this site. http://imladris.nu/claudio/slthranduil.html for a very sizzling pic of Thranduil. *drools*

**Warning very very hot elf here** er.nothing really happens much in this story. Sorry. I had to write this chap alone because arithwen was busy with some personal stuff and I'm also sick as hell and have been in hospital for half of this week! So sorry if it isn't as good as you would've liked. Please R/R

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Chapter 3

A lazy yawn escaped from my mouth as the maid behind me gently ran the silver brush through my golden hair.

I had been waiting for days but I still got no word from Kellin. I was beginning to miss him desperately. What made the wait seem even longer was the fact that I had nothing to do.

Because I was a guest here there was nothing for me to do. I spent most of my time just sitting around or talking with a few of the elves I had met at the Masquerade.

Besides Kellin there was another distressing matter that occupied my mind. The king. Ever since that encounter in his office I had been trying to avoid him but as fate would have it he seemed to be everywhere I was, making the chore impossible.

He really did scare me. Not only with his potency but also just the way he looked at me every time he saw me.

There wasn't a day that passed by where I would not see him. I'd be walking down the hall and he'd be there. I'd be on my way to see a friend he'd be there. He was everywhere.

I thanked the maid, who was done with my hair, and walked out of my chambers. I had to do something to preoccupy myself so I thought that I'd go and see Neniel, an elf I met at the Masquerade.

Neniel was a nice lady, typically friendly and compassionate, like all elves. Whenever I was bored I could always go and talk to her. She was so easy to talk and get along with.

I turned a corner and walked a little more before getting to a door, which I knocked on.

I heard a few crashes and the sound of things knocking over before the door opened and a lady with crystalline blue eyes and tussled honey blonde hair staring at me wide eyed.

" Arielle!" she said happily.

" Sorry. Did I interrupt you in something?" I asked.

" No I was just writing a letter to my brother. Of course as usual I've managed to spill the ink all over my table." She said smiling.

" Are you busy?" I asked her hopefully.

" No. Come. You can help me give this to the messengers." She said going back in her room.

I watched in the door way as she folded and slipped the paper in an envelope before sealing it with white wax that was waiting near the fire.

She walked back out of the room smiling at me and linked her arm through mine and closing her door and starting to walk with me.

" Have you any news of your friend?" she asked me.

" No." I said dourly.

" Do not lose heart Arielle. They will find him soon enough." She said optimistically. " Oh guess what? My brothers wife is pregnant." She said happily.

" You are going to be an aunty! I can imagine you running around Rivendell after your niece or nephew." I teased, making both us of us laugh.

" I just got a letter from him this morning. This is my reply." She said pointing to the note in her hand.

We gave the letter to the elf who would deliver it for us and then found ourselves walking down different halls, talking, with no particular sense as to where we were going.

I laughed as we continued to walk down different halls but quietened when I heard some voices. I turned my head behind us but couldn't see anyone behind us.

I continued to walk with Neniel but I tried to listen to their voice. I straightaway noticed one voice. Alcolyte. There were other voices as well but I couldn't really recognise any of the others.

We turned a corner and I froze when I saw a group of elves at the other end of the hall walking towards us. The elf in the centre of all of their talking and arguing was the king himself, who looked up at the paper he was reading and looked right down the hall at me.

" Come on. Quickly." I said taking Neniel's arm and dragging her down the hall we were just in.

" Where are we going?" she asked me confused.

" I dropped my necklace." I lied to her as I dragged her into another dimly lit hall that did not have as much lamps as the other hall. I could hear their voices coming closer.

" But we did not even go down this way." She said.

" Shh." I said stopping and blowing out one of the lamps in hope that he would not see me.

" What are we-"

" Shh their coming." I said looking at her desperately.

" Who?" she asked me frowning.

" Be quiet." I whispered hearing their voices.

Before I could anything to stop her Neniel had walked out of the dark hall that we were hidden in and into the main hall.

I saw a smile come over her face.

" Your majesty!" she exclaimed happily as she bowed.

She turned around and looked at me beckoning with my hands to come out. " Arielle it's only the king." She said.

I groaned and hit my head on the wall. Now I would have to show myself.

I walked out of the hall and smiled politely as the king and approximately fifteen other elves behind him came into my view.

" Good afternoon your majesty." I said quietly bowing, trying to avoid making eye contact with him.

Neniel started to talk to the elves, who all seemed to know her and her brother, but none of what she said really registered in my head.

I looked around the hall trying to find something to fix my attention on. I could feel his eyes on me.

As if a magnet or something of the sort attracted me I looked up at him even though I didn't want to. I could help it.

He was wearing forest green today and a crown of green leaves and blood red holly was on his silvery hair that was done up in the normal elven fashion. His head was cocked slightly to his left and one of his arms were crossed and the other held a white feathered quill that had silver streaks running through it, to his face, covering his lips and part of his nose and cheek. His mysterious dark eyes were ever watching me and he had a smug yet incredibly seductive look on his face.

He knew he made me uncomfortable and nervous. He knew that I was trying to avoid him. He knew that he scared me. He knew I found him incredibly intimidating and menacing. He knew that I felt weak and timid whenever I was around him. He liked it. It was like he took pleasure from making me feel this way.

I felt like he could see right through me and knew everything that went on in my mind and everything I felt.

He too was not listening to a word that Neniel said. He seemed to be paying all his attention on me, observing my every move.

I could just make out from behind the quill his tongue licking his lips and his teeth running over them as his eyes travelled down my body slowly. His eyes narrowed as if if he tried hard enough he'd be able to see through the material. He moved the quill away from his face and ran the tip of it over the bottom of his jaw his head tilting further as he looked at me, his tongue now running over his teeth.

I looked away from him not being able to handle his prying eyes and looked at Neniel trying to catch up on what she was talking about but I couldn't help but flicker my gaze back on the king who still stared at me.

A shiver ran down my spine. He was so hauntingly beautiful and seductive with every move that he made. So beautiful and frightening. Why did I always have to feel so helpless and defenceless around him? It was like every time we were in the same room I was having this silent battle with him and I always seemed to be losing to his potency. Always.

" Excuse me Neniel." He said still staring at me, causing me to pull away from my thoughts and look at him, mainly because it was the first time I had heard him speak that day. I loved his voice. " Could I have a word with you Arielle? Alone." he asked me his deep eyes staring directly into mine.

Neniel stopped talking and looked at me questioningly, as did the other elves.

I nodded and followed the king down another hall. He opened a door for me and I walked inside.

This office didn't look the same as the other one I had been in. He obviously had numerous offices in different locations of the palace for convenience.

I heard the door close and he walked past me towards the front of the table where he half leaned and half sat.

I watched him as he massaged his neck with his hand while tilting his head back and rolling it in circular motions over his shoulders, his eyes closed and a small, soft groan escaping from his lips.

I found myself staring at him, unable to take my eyes off him. Why was every move that he made so seductive? He could not possibly be wholly an elf. Surely he must've been part Maiar or Valar. No normal man could be so perfect and seductive yet intimidating, terrifying at the same time.

I broke out of my trance when I realised that he was staring at me with an amused look on his face.

" You can come closer you know." He said his cocking his head again as he looked down my body, his voice so smooth and liquidly like fluid silk. " I promise won't bight.hard."

I walked towards him carefully making sure that I was at least a metre away from him.

" What is it you wanted to talk to me about sire?" I asked him.

" I was wondering if perhaps you may have some clue as to where your friend is." He said turning the feather in his head.

" No." I answered him.

The king was silent just staring at me.

" Why?" I asked him.

" Our search would be much easier if you knew. The forest is very big and he could be anywhere. There's also the chance that he could be dead. You know from first hand experience that the spiders are of barbaric nature. They do not come across people all the time and will not hesitate to devour whatever they find. They may be vacuous to some extent but are off great strength which they use to their advantage." He said calmly.

I frowned. Was he telling me that there was a chance that Kellin was dead? And why was his voice always so calm, sleek and superior!!! " But there is a chance that he is alive right?" I asked worried.

" There is but I would not count on it. The longer he is lost the higher the chances are that he is dead. I will make sure though that my men continue looking for him." He said.

Well that was a very straightforward answer.

I looked around me trying to block out the gored images of my friend that ran through my head.

" Do not worry yourself Arielle. I assure you that at this moment he is alright. I can sense it." He said reassuringly.

I sighed still feeling slightly uneasy.

" Perhaps you should join me for dinner tonight." He said.

At once my thoughts strayed from Kellin and I looked up at the king. Alarms ran off in my head.

" Sire I."

" We can discuss matters of your friend then." He cut in.

I sighed. He knew I'd do anything when it came to Kellin.

" Alright." I said finally.

" Perfect." He said, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked at me with those dark eyes.

He stood up and made his way to the door opening it for me again and I walked out feeling his hand on the small of my back as he guided me back out into the main hall.

Everyone was talking again but they all quietened when I came out with the king, close behind me.

I walked up to Neniel and smiled casually at her as the king walked in front of her.

" I am sorry Lady Neniel but we must get going. I have a lot of work to attend to." He said apologetically, kissing Neniel's hand.

He looked at me and kissed my hand as well, holding it longer than necessarily afterwards, before walking off with the other elves following after him.

" What was that all about?" Neniel asked when they were out of site.

" What was what all about?" I asked as I started to walk with Neniel following me.

" All of that with the king." She said her eyes wide open.

" Nothing happened." I said casually trying to breathe normally, which was hard because my thoughts kept on running over to tonight.

" Why did he want to see you alone?" she asked.

" To talk about Kellin." I said simply.

" Was that it?"

" Yes."

" Did you see the way he was looking at you? And he was touching you when you came out."

" You are hallucinating Neniel."

" I think his majesty fancies you Arielle."

I looked at her incredulously when she said that.

" Neniel you speak like a drunk. The king does not fancy me and that is it." I said before walking off on her.

As I walked back to my room I could hear her voice swimming in my head.

The king doesn't fancy me I assured myself. He couldn't. I was simply Arielle.

A gut feeling formed in my stomach as I remembered him kissing me. His silky seductive voice came into my head.

I ignored it.

I denied anything that had happened with the king. He wasn't attracted to me and I was not attracted to him, despite his seductiveness.

I opened the door to my chamber and sighed closing it and leaning against it.

I knew there was no point in trying to deny it. Neniel was right and it scared me.

The king did fancy me.

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Taking a deep breath I tried to control my heartbeat that was beating up to twice its normal pace.

I nervously ran my hands over the soft lilac chiffon material of my dress and straightened up the white jewel that hung from my necklace. My hands then strayed up to my hair fixing up the amethyst jewels that held my hair up.

Why did I feel so nervous with him? I was only having dinner with him.alone.in the same room as him.alone.. with no way out. I should have no reason to be nervous.

It was only a meal with this terrifying, seductive, beautiful man who could possibly have feelings for me, and had control over the fate of my best friend and myself.

I looked across the long table towards the head. The king was seated there eating his dinner quietly. Even though I was hungry a few hours ago my appetite had disappeared suddenly.

He wore garments of velvet that were a dark blue and wore a crown of silver on his head. He always looked so beautiful no matter what he wore or how his hair was set out.

He lifted up his empty glass and a servant came and refilled it for him.

I stared at the glass as it got refilled incredulously. It amazed me on how much he could drink and still not show any trace of being intoxicated. He had already drunk a few glasses and I was still on my first.

" Sire you said that you would not count on the fact that Kellin may be alive. What exactly did you mean by that?" I asked looking at him.

" I do not mean to be harsh with you Arielle but unless your friend his a good warrior I doubt he would stay alive much longer. You yourself is lucky for getting away." The king replied.

" But he is a good warrior." I said hopefully.

" Then perhaps he will be able to stay alive until we find him. But do not get your hopes up. I'm not trying to hurt you. I just think that you should not be given false hope." The king answered.

I nodded and looked down at my plate.

" So tell me how it was that you got lost? You say you were travelling to Rivendell. If so then how did you make your way to Mirkwood when we're on the east side of the Anduin and Lothlorien and Rivendell are on the left." he asked looking at me.

I paused. That was a good question. He probably thought that we were completely brainless for getting ourselves lost.

" We were travelling to Rivendell and Kellin said that it would be easier if we'd cross the Anduin in order to avoid the marshes at the Gladden River. We were supposed to travel north on the east side of the river until we got to Old Ford. We'd cross back again and go through the High Pass to Rivendell. So I followed him." I said.

" That still does not explain how you made your way into my woods." He said taking a sip of his wine.

" It was raining and we went under the trees for shade. We then decided to travel under the shade of the trees but kept on wandering further east instead of staying near the shore. Then we got lost." I said eating some of my food.

" Was he with you when you were found by the border guards?" he asked me.

" No. He said he was going to find a way out and left me. He never came back." I said remembering.

" So he left you alone, unarmed without any knowledge of where you were or what roamed the forests to fend for yourself?" The king asked me.

I looked at him. He made Kellin sound so bad but all that he said was true.

" Yes." I answered slowly wondering what the king was thinking.

" And now you want me to send out my guards, risking their lives to find him?" he asked me again.

" Yes." I answered him again frowning.

" You do realise that there is a chance that he could already have found his way to Rivendell without you."

" No. Kellin would never leave me." I said trying to defend Kellin.

" Did he not leave you before?" the king asked me.

I paused. Why was he questioning me again? And why was he being so inquisitive and negative towards Kellin?

" He did it in order to help us get out-"

" But he still left you." the king cut in.

" Sire if you do not wish to assist me in finding my friend you do not have to. I will go and search for him myself." I said quietly slightly angry at how he regarded Kellin.

" Do you seriously think that I am going to go out there yourself?" he asked as if the idea was absurd. " Milady I am not as foolish as your friend to let you stray so freely into danger when I know what loiters in the woods."

" He did not know that-"

" What fool would not know that there is evil in these woods? Why do you think this place is now called Mirkwood instead of Greenwood?" The king cut in again.

I looked down at my plate. Why was he being so hard on Kellin? If he weren't the king I would've probably already shouted at him and maybe even slapped him.

I hated it when people spoke badly of Kellin. Ever since I was a little girl I'd always defend Kellin even if he had in fact done something wrong.

" Sire I have known this elf all of my life and I hold him close to me as a brother and I know he feels the same for me. Under no circumstances would he knowingly put my life in danger." I said heatedly.

The king stared at me amused at my defensive reaction.

" Forgive me milady. I am not always this inquisitive. It just amazes me just how your friend so conveniently managed to get you lost and then lose you in the middle of the woods." the king said a derisive smile.

I sighed and took a long mouthful from my wineglass.

" What is your last name?" the king asked me.

" Clearwaters." I answered him.

The king suddenly looked up at me and I noticed a trace of shock in his face. " Clearwaters?" he asked me.

" Yes. Why?" I asked.

" Was your father's name Aranwë?" he asked me.

My eyes widened at the mention of that name. " No. Aranwë was my brother." I said shocked. " How did you know his name?" I asked.

" I met him. I met him before the war." Thranduil said looking at me oddly.

" Did you meet an elf name Rénaan?" I asked hopefully, wondering if he had met my father.

Thranduil looked at his plate thoughtfully and I could tell he was trying to remember. " What did he look like or who's command was he under?" he asked me.

" I don't know." I said softly.

" Where you child when the war began?" Thranduil asked me.

" No. I wasn't even born." I answered.

At this the king looked up at me again shock clearly written all over his face. " What?" he asked me.

" I wasn't born. I was only conceived before the war." I answered him wondering why he looked so shocked.

" But then that would mean you are only a century and twenty nine years of age."

I nodded at his calculations and smiled at the look of shock on his face.

" I thought you would at least be a few centuries older than that even though you do not look it but then none of our kin look their age. I should have guessed. You still look incredibly innocent." He commented making me laugh.

Ever since my childhood I was made fun of by everyone because of how innocent looking I was, especially Celebrian and my mother.

The time passed us by without us knowing. After some while of talking with the king I started to feel a little more comfortable around him.

He wasn't so bad once you got to know him, but that still did not prevent me from being frightened of him.

I surreptitiously watched Thranduil as he led me towards my new chambers.

I had thought before tonight that he looked beautiful normally but now I knew that that was nothing compared to how beautiful he looked when he smiled and laughed.

Before now I had never seen him really smile. There were always his satisfied smirks and smug amusement looks but I had never seen him actually smile.

I do not think that I have ever seen anything more beautiful than him ever in my life. Not even The Lady Galadriel or Lord Celeborn. His smile was so beautiful I couldn't even explain how he looked. And he looked even more wonderful when he smiled.

" Here we are." He said smiling as we came to some double doors that were made out of oak.

The doors were large and had intricate curves and swirls engraved in it. On each side of the doors there was candle stand that had five lit candles.

He opened the doors and I walked in and gasped at what I saw before. This chamber was much larger than mine and more beautiful. The whole room was furnished in soft silks and transparent fabric that were either silver or blue and the furniture was of some rich auburn coloured wood.

" On your right there is a door that will lead you to your own bathing room and on your left there is a lounging room where you can take your guests. There is a door in that room that leads our to another hall. Both entrances are accessible to you." He said softly behind me.

I turned around and looked at him wide eyed. " This room is so beautiful." I said happily looking at him. " Thank you so much sire." I breathed.

All of a sudden I saw the king's eyes brighten and he took a step towards me and picked up the stone that hung from chain.

" What is this?" he asked me paying all his attention on the luminescent globule.

I breathed in relief when I realised that he only wanted to see the stone. For a second I had thought that he wanted to kiss me again. " It's a moonstone." I answered him as he continued to observe it.

" Valar this is beautiful." He breathed.

I smiled. One weakness that he had was his love for precious stones. I had figured that myself while he was telling me of the hoards filled with different jewels he had.

" I've already got it though." He said looking up at me and smiling.

It was only then when I realised just how close we were. His body was merely centimetres away from my own. We were so close I could feel the warmth of his body next to mine.

A shiver ran through me as he traced the chain that the jewel hung from, his fingers touching my bare skin.

As if he had felt me shiver under his touch he looked at me.

" You have the most beautiful eyes that I have ever seen." He whispered as his hand came up and caressed my cheek.

' Oh no' I thought trying desperately to think of something to say that might prevent him from getting any closer than what he already was to me.

" I love it when you look at me." He whispered.

I felt his other arm come around my waist pulling my body towards him, abolishing the little space we had between us as he kissed me his hands beginning to wander freely over my body.

I could feel myself getting weak as his hand snaked around my neck, his mouth sucking gently on my bottom lip.

He then deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue in my mouth beginning an erotic dance.

I leaned into his kiss, as much as I didn't want it I couldn't refuse. How was it that everything he did always seemed so right and so good though I knew it was wrong? It was like he had cast a spell of some sort upon me and I was a slave to his will.

I could feel his other hand massaging my breasts gently making me moan in his kiss softly as I put my arms around his neck.

My conscience was screaming at me telling me not to let him kiss me. I was only making things more complicated but I couldn't help myself. He was so beautiful and so irresistible.

His other hand wandered around to my back and began to deftly undo the strings of my dress soon removing them without any hassle.

I suddenly realised what he was trying to do when I felt his warm hands start to travel down my bare back, caressing my skin.

I frantically broke away and took a step away from him staring at him wide eyed my chest heaving with a need for air. It never occurred to me that he may have wanted more than just a kiss from me.

" What are you doing?" I whispered looking at him recklessly.

An amused smirk crossed his lips and he pulled me by the arms roughly towards him and kissed me again harder, longer and deeper.

He then broke away from me and began to back away from me towards the door a satisfied sadistic smile on his face.

" *Namarie tithen wilwarin nin*" he said seductively, even mockingly, to me as he blew a kiss towards me.

His eyes never left me and he looked at me tauntingly. He kissed the air and closed the door in front of him, leaving me alone in complete shock and utter horror and astonishment to deal with the pleasureful infliction he had just bestowed me.

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" And I was wondering if perhaps you have a few maps that I could use?" I asked Alcolyte as I walked with casually with him down a hall.

I was asking him if I could borrow a map of Arda so that I could try to figure out where Kellin could be.

" Well I myself haven't got any maps of Arda but I know where you could get some." He said helpfully. " Would you like me to take you there?"

" Yes please." I said gratefully.

We continued to talk until we came to some doors.

" This is one of the libraries." Alcolyte explained to me as he unlocked it with a key.

" Why is it locked?" I asked him as he took the key out and opened the doors.

I stared in shock and took a step in. There were so many books and scrolls filled with writing and knowledge in shelves that reached the great roof. I had never seen so many books in the room at the same time.

" It's locked because it belongs to his majesty."

The smile on my face dropped at the mention of him and I turned around. " It belongs to the king?" I asked him.

" Yes."

" Then I couldn't possibly use it. It is his."

" Nonsense Arielle. I am sure he would not mind if you looked around. He never uses it anyway. That is why it is locked. He hates books." Alcolyte said shrugging.

" I can't though." I said trying to push past him but he blocked my way out.

" Arielle I assure you he would not mind." He said looking at me earnestly.

" Here are the keys. I'll leave you be to look around. When you have finished please return them to me." He said before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

I turned around and looked at the library feeling a little strange. I didn't want to be here, especially knowing that it belonged to the king.

I had not seen him since that night that we had dinner together, mostly because I had taken refuge in my new chambers, which was well equipped with everything, including a bookshelf filled with an assortment of fictional books that kept me occupied.

Besides the fact that this library belonged to the king this library was beautiful. The shelves were arranged in a circle and in the centre of the circle were a few comfortable couches. There was a large ladder leaning on each shelf to help a person pick the books from the top of a shelf.

My eyes widened happily when I saw a harp in front of one of the couches. I loved to play the harp.

I walked over to it and ran my fingers over the strings hearing the beautiful music that came from it. I was tempted to sit down and just play the musical instrument but I remembered that there was a reason as to why I had come here.

I could feel the excitement running through me as I walked towards the bookshelves. There were so many books of every category, fiction and non- fiction.

I knelt down on the ground and picked a book off the shelf about medicine and started to flick through it.

" Maps are on the other shelf."

I jumped when I heard a soft voice from behind me, thinking that I was the only person here.

I turned around and my eyes widened when I saw the king there.

" Your majesty!" I exclaimed not expecting to see him here. " I'm sorry." I said my voice beginning to stutter as I quickly put the book back on the shelf and stood up.

" I should leave." I said hurrying past him.

I walked to the door and tried to open but frowned when it wouldn't. I turned the knob and pulled trying again but it was useless. It must have been locked.

That was just what I needed. To be locked alone in the same room as this elf.

I felt around my body, wondering where I had kept the keys, but it wasn't on me. I turned around to see if I had left it on the coach but found the king lazily leaning on one of the shelves, his arm held out towards me with the keys dangling off his index finger.

I walked over to him and reached for the keys but he snatched them away from me before I could grasp them and smiled at my attempt.

" Where are they?" I asked him when I saw they were no longer in his hands.

" Magic." He answered.

He reached forward ran his hand through my hair and withdrawed his hand from me swinging the keys around his finger by the key holder.

I reached for the keys again but again he took it away from me teasingly before I could get it, laughing at my futile attempt.

" What type of a map are you looking for?" he asked me.

I frowned. Didn't he understand that I didn't want to be in the same room as him?

" One of Arda." I answered him.

" Come with me." He said.

I sighed and followed him as he led me to another bookshelf.

" I thought you never came here." I said as he picked up a scroll and gave it to me.

" I don't. I just know where everything is." He replied.

" You should be grateful that you have this many books." I said walking away from him towards the coach and sitting down.

" Books do not make a good warrior nor a good king." He answered coming and sitting down next to me the keys still swinging on his finger.

I ignored him and looked at the scroll locating places that I knew.

He sat there silently now, the keys not swinging, and he watched me. I could feel his eyes burning into my skin.

I could just see through my fallen hair him looking at me, his head cocked and his tongue licking his lips as he studied me.

" Can you play the harp?" he asked me as his hand came and folded my hair behind my ear so he could see all of my face.

" Yes." I answered turning the map around.

" Play a song for me." He said taking the scroll out of my hands.

" Sire could I please have the map back?" I asked him.

I saw a small smile come across his lips. " Come and get it." He said, his voice so suave and seductive.

I lunged towards him tried to get the map off him but he leant back holding the scroll out of my reach and I ended up lying down on top of him, our faces centimetres apart.

" I thought you only desired the map. If you wanted something more all you had to do was ask." He said narcissistically running his finger running down my jaw, his eyebrows raised seductively.

With much will power I got off him and grabbed the map off him.

I hated it how he made me feel weak and small whenever he spoke and looked at me.

" Play a song for me." He repeated.

" I would rather not." I replied unrolling the scroll.

I stopped when his hands came over mine stopping me from undoing it any further.

" That wasn't a request fair one. It was an order." He said softly in my ear, his warm breath travelling down my neck, sending chills down my spine.

I put the scroll down on the ground next to my foot and pulled the harp closer to me and began to play it, my fingers strumming them effortlessly.

From the corner of my eye I could see him watching me intently, his eyes travelling over my body.

" You are so beautiful." He whispered in my ear, his hands beginning to run through my hair.

I continued to play the harp despite the fluttering feeling that was forming inside my stomach.

'Oh no. Please don't kiss me. Please don't kiss me.' I thought desperately.

He pushed my hair aside to my other shoulder and caressed my cheek and neck with his delicate hands.

" *Vanima wilwarin nin*" he said wistfully. " *Caral revia o nin*"

' He'll realise that I won't submit myself to him and eventually go away.' I assured myself as I tried to control my breathing and continued to play the harp.

He kissed my temple and cheek and started to trail hot wet kisses along my jawbone. His hand tangled itself in my hair as he began to kiss and suck my neck, his flickering tongue sending sparks through my body while his other hand had somehow found its way up the skirt of my dress and was sliding up my leg.

My chest was now heaving up and down and my heart was beating over twenty times its normal rate but I didn't know what to do.

I wanted to stop him but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Why did he make me feel so paralysed?

I felt a thousand butterflies were being confined in my stomach as I felt his hand gently massaging its way up my thigh while his mouth continued to spill searing kisses over my neck and jaw.

I faltered on the harp as his hand slid further up my thigh. Too high.

He looked up at me a small smile on his face. He retreated his hand from under my dress and turned my head towards him and kissed my lips passionately before returning to flourishing kisses on my neck.

" *Gliri an nin*" he whispered silkily in my ear.

I tried to think of a song to sing but it was almost impossible with him flickering his tongue over me.

"Lathron ben ned eryn, glamor uin galan ir govannem. An uir aewath linnathar a chervess olthad nîn." I started to sing my eyes fluttering closed as he began to suck my ear lobes.

"He bada min nadhras galen a parth lothen. Trevódiel orath drestennin, broniannem lennath dhuir a charnath arnediad..no.oh." I tried to sing but he made it insufferable.

"A Elleth ivorcheneb, dartho, ú-aníron cuinad ereb. Avo awartho nin, annathon le chên, a mar mhilui.ai heruamin*" I moaned as he grated his teeth against my delicate elven tips.

His tongue began to flicker around my ear sending shivers through my body.

"Gweston le, meleth ú-thinnatha a harthad edlothiatha adwain. Avo doltho mhorn, melethril nîn." I managed to utter my eyes still closed and my hands still strumming at the harp.

" *Lle aerlinn i raeg gliri vanima nin*" he said, or more groaned, softly.

" What would his majesty like to hear?" I asked him, my voice trembling and my neck tilting as he continued to kiss and suck my neck.

" You screaming my name as I make love to you." he hissed in my ear, sending tremors all through my body.

There was no point in trying to reassure myself that he was going to go away because it was clear that he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

Why did I feel so utterly lost under his touch? I could think of nothing but him. I felt so naïve and defenceless.

Another moan escaped from my mouth as he continued his kissing, licking, sucking and bighting, his hands massaging my thigh again. I felt so weak with him. Everything he said and did sent tremors through me.

He turned my head towards him and kissed my lips while taking my hands away from the harp. He put my arms around his neck and began to push me back on the couch so that I was lying down.

" Sire-" I started as he climbed on top of me and began to kiss my collarbones and neck, his hands on top of mine, pinning me down to the coach.

" Hush." His whispering voice cut in, kissing my lips passionately, his tongue coiling with mine and his hair is draping over his shoulders like a silky curtain.

I could hear my mother's voice drifting into my head. Ever since I was child she had always taught me to remain chaste until I got married and so far I had done just as she had said but I highly doubted that I'd be able to keep my virginity any longer with the king who was determined to take me.

I heard the doors of the library opened and I could clearly hear the light footsteps of a person come in but the king continued to kiss me.

" Your majesty." Came a voice and I felt a little relief because I knew from the voice it was Alcolyte.

Thranduil ignored him and came back to my lips for another searing hot kiss, his tongue erotically caressing mine.

" Your majesty you are needed in your office." Alcolyte said again but the king continued to ignore him.

" Your majesty you are wanted in your office right now." Alcolyte repeated his voice more firmer and ordering now.

His ordering tone got the king's attention and he stopped kissing me and looked up at Alcolyte.

" Cancel whatever I had arranged and leave us." Thranduil said his voice carefree before returning to me for another kiss.

" Your highness there are orcs from Dol Guldur nearing our borders. I suggest that you leave Lady Arielle at this moment and go to your office where you are needed unless you wish to follow in your father's footsteps and be foolish enough to let them come and destroy us like before." Alcolyte said angrily.

Thranduil's head snapped up and he looked at Alcolyte with a deathly glint in his eyes.

" You had better watch your tongue Alcolyte or else you shall find that you no longer have you." He said his voice deathly low and soft.

" As king your majesty you have duties to attend to and it is my job to make sure you do not go astray." Alcolyte said, a trace of anger present in his voice.

" I know what my duties are Alcolyte and none of them involve taking orders from one of my subjects!" The king shouted. " Leave from my sight before I have you detained." He said his voice returning to his normal frightful calmness.

The king looked back at me and started to kiss my neck.

I looked helplessly at Alcolyte, pleadingly and I saw a dark look cross his face as he bowed and left giving me a look of what seemed like sympathy.

I was now sitting up but that king still continued to kiss me.

" Perhaps you should go." I said softly hoping he would go and leave me alone.

The king looked at me and ran his fingers through my hair pushing my down on my back with his body, his head shaking as he kissed my lips fervently again. " No my little butterfly. You will not fly away from me again. I am not letting you go this time." He uttered as he kissed me again his hands massaging my breasts.

My head tilted back and I frowned at my weakness as he began to suck at my neck his hands pushing my sleeves back, revealing my arms.

He then suddenly stopped kissing me and sat up, anger clearly written over his face.

He threw the keys to the library towards me before standing up and walking out of the library saying something that sounded like ' Bloody Alcolyte '

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I stared into the distance as I floated in the in-ground pool of my bathroom, water lapping warmly over my naked body.

I was still quite flustered over the whole ordeal with the king. I was so certain that he was going to take me but then he just left.

After he had left and after I had gotten over the shock I had locked up the library given the keys to a maid to give to Alcolyte and hid in my room.

I was so confused and I felt so lost. I didn't know why I always let the king seduce me. It felt at times like I even wanted him to. I felt so weak around him and he was so hard to refuse with his perfect seductiveness.

With a sigh I got out of the pool and wiped myself dry before putting on my robe. I walked out into the main part of my chamber and found two maids there, one laying out a dress the other arranging jewellery on the dressing table.

The one who was working on the dress turned around and looked at me.

" Milady quickly you must get ready. You do realise that you are very late don't you?" she said walking over to me and took off my robe and started to dress me.

I stood there lazily as the maids started to dress me up like children playing with a doll.

I knew I was late. That was the whole point of taking a very long relaxing in the bath. There was another party going on just for the king's entertainment. I didn't really want to go, especially after this afternoon but I had to or else it would be very rude.

After a considerable amount of time I was ready and despite the numerous times the maids had said that I looked incredibly beautiful I didn't want to go. I felt very uncomfortable in this dress. Not because the fabric was irritating, because it wasn't. it was mainly because the dress was very revealing.

The dress barely sat on my shoulders and revealed basically me entire chest, including some cleavage. The rest of the dress was tight fitting and the sleeves of the dress weren't actual sleeves but material that hung loose from my shoulders and joined at the elbows and wrists leaving most of my arms bare.

Besides that the dress was beautiful and I could understand why all the maids were pleased with their work. The colour of the dress was indescribable because it was so intermittent. It could be described as the colour of the sunset but it was neither red, orange or yellow but more of a pink blended in with all of those colours. The material itself seemed to be made of thousands of diamonds sewed together and it glittered in the light.

My hair was done up in half a pony's tail and the half that was tied up was done in a bun. There were decorative jewels and slides that kept my hair up, their colours matching my dress, just like the mithril chain I wore with pinkish diamonds.

I walked alone down the corridors towards the main hall where the celebrations were being held. I could already hear the elves singing and laughing. These elves loved merry-making and they loved drinking, just like Thranduil.

Lothlorien was mainly a quiet place and I wasn't too accustomed to all of this feasting. Especially when I was constantly thinking of Kellin or trying to avoid the king.

I entered the room and was immediately greeted by Neniel who came and hugged me before dragging me towards a table and giving me a drink. By the way she was laughing I think she had already drunk a fair bit of wine.

I looked around as I stood with a group of elves. The musicians were playing beautiful music and there were people dancing, drinking, laughing and talking all around the hall.

I saw Galdorilin laughing with a lady on his arm in a group of elves. He saw him looking at him and he smiled at me, waving.

I smiled back at him and waved. He seemed to have been having a good time.

I looked amongst the crowd that he was standing in to see if maybe the king was there and sure enough he was and once again I was blown away by his appearance.

As always he looked stunning except I had never before seen him looking so beautiful. He wore white attire and had silver embroidery weaving it's way in delicate patterns over the white. His robe was of silver as well and he wore a silver crown that careened its way in swirls around his head. Light seeped from his slim, muscly build and for a moment it seemed that he was more radiant than Lady Galadriel herself.

As if he had felt my gaze he turned his head towards me and I found myself breathless as he stared at me with his beautiful, dark, mysterious eyes. He lifted the wineglass to his lips and sipped it slowly, even seductively as he peered over it at me, his gaze unwavering. He brought the glass down and licked his lips, his every move enchanting me. He lifted up his hand and beckoned me to come to him with his index finger.

I felt as if I were under a spell and if Neniel's laughter hadn't been so loud I would've most probably gone over to him.

Instead I turned around to see what was so funny and didn't look back at the king knowing that if I did look at him again I'd fall under his trance again.

I slowly sipped at my wine and listened in on Neniel's friend's conversation. I could feel his eyes burning into my soul like spilt acid eating away at wood or molten lava corroding away at metal.

I turned around as I felt someone tap my shoulder and smiled when I saw Alcolyte standing there in rich red garments.

" Come with me for a walk?" he asked and I nodded taking his offered arm.

" Did you find the map you wanted?" he asked me and I nodded.

" He didn't..?" Alcolyte asked looking at me.

" No he didn't." I said I reply. " Thank you for coming in when you did though."

" No problem." Alcolyte said smiling. " You probably do not want anything to do with the king now do you?"

" Well after Kellin is found I plan to leave and not come back."

" Please don't think bad of Thranduil." Alcolyte said as she stopped walking and let me go looking at me seriously. " He really is a good king. He is the best king we have had yet. He's just young and gets carried away."

I looked at Alcolyte. Was he actually asking me to give myself to Thranduil?

" No I'm not." He said answering the question that was running in my head. " I am just telling you not to get angry with him. He has been king for a while and it must be hard for him to do his job on his own and not share his burden with someone. He is only a man in the end. He does get lonely like the rest of us though he is too proud to admit it."

" I know what you mean Alcolyte but that does not give him a right to go and just ravish anyone he wishes." I said.

" Perhaps he misread the look in your eyes." Alcolyte said.

" What do you mean by that?" I asked frowning.

" Was he not the gentleman you were searching so frantically at the masquerade?" He asked me.

" Yes but I did not know it was him." I said trying to defend myself.

" And why is it that you continuously stare at him?"

" I do not stare at him. And even I do I cannot help it. He stares at me." I said.

" Just know that he won't do anything to you if you tell him not to." Alcolyte said before walking away.

I stood there and watched Alcolyte walk away. I was speechless. He made the king look so small. I suddenly felt really sympathetic towards him. Maybe his snideness and smoothness was just a mask of who he really was.

I looked at the king and found him laughing with everyone else, with a woman on each arm, both of them treating him like a god, lavishing him with attention and kisses. Just looking at him you wouldn't think of him to be as what Alcolyte said.

I walked back to Neniel and I stayed with her and her friends for rest of the night, soon forgetting about the king.

Soon I became bored with nothing to really keep amused. I excused myself and started towards the door.

I walked out of the hall and into the passages, grateful that I could finally get some rest.

" Isn't it a bit too late for you to go wandering around by yourself?"

I jumped at the voice, knowing exactly who it belonged to by the calm, smooth, velvety tone.

I turned around and found the king leaning indolently on one of the pillars I had just passed looking at me amused at how easily I was scared.

" What are you doing here?" I asked him, looking around me to find that we were the only ones out here.

" What are you doing here?" he asked me his eyebrows raised as he stood up straight and walked around in front of me.

" I'm going to my room." I answered him.

" I wouldn't be too sure about that." He said me as one of his eyebrows arched superiorly.

I stared at him for a second. Any sympathy that I had felt before him was now gone. He wasn't the poor little angel Alcolyte had made him out to be. He was anything but an angel.

I stepped aside and tried to continue walking but he moved as well and blocked me causing me to bump into him. I moved back and tried to go around him again but he did the same thing, a smug smile forming over his lips.

He continued to play this game with me, much to my annoyance. I looked up at him with a frown.

" Excuse me." I said annoyed.

" What have you done wrong?" he asked me as he cocked his head.

" Could you please move out of my way?" I asked becoming more agitated with his teasing.

" But you are in my way." He said smiling with the satisfaction of knowing that I was getting annoyed. " I want to go that way." He said walking forwards, causing me to start walking backwards so that I would not hit him.

I looked up at him puzzled as he held my wrists so I could not get away from him and kept walking. I kept moving backwards until at last I hit the wall and could go no further.

I tried to now walk around him again but he put his hands on the wall around me blocking me from going anywhere.

" I've been watching you all night." He said softly his face inches from mine. " How come you did not come to me when I called?" he asked folding some hair behind my pointed elven ears.

" Please sire. I am tired." I said trying to avoid his eyes.

" Why so eager to leave my beautiful jewel?" he asked running his finger down my jaw, making me shiver. " Won't you stay with me?"

Once again I was beginning to feel weak.

He tilted my head up and kissed my lips passionately and I couldn't suppress myself as my hands slipped around his neck.

I didn't know what was wrong with me. My mind was always wanting me to get away from him but whenever he touched my body automatically yielded.

I could taste the sweet wine taste coming from his mouth. He pressed his body on top of mine, crushing my body against the walls. One of his hands were tangled in my hair and the other wandered the side of my body.

He released my lips but didn't move away from me, resting his forehead against mine.

" Is that a yes?" he asked, his hand caressing my cheek.

" No." I said breathlessly looking directly into his dark eyes.

He kissed me again more passionately than before if that was possible.

" How about now?" he asked pulling away again.

" No." I answered him again wishing that he would kiss me again.

" Then dance with me." He said softly, his soft, wet lips brushing against mine as he spoke. " I promise you that you can go to sleep afterwards. I just want one dance." He said.

" One." I said agreeing and he stepped away from me.

As soon as he stepped away I felt the cold air fleeting to my body.

He held my hand and led me back into the room, where the other elves were still celebrating. He brought me to the centre of the room and I put my other hand on his shoulder as he put his arm around my waist. His arm pulled my body close to him so that there was no space between us.

" You look beautiful tonight." He whispered in my ear as we began to dance slowly.

I looked over his shoulder and saw Neniel staring at me wide eyed. Alcolyte and Galdorilin who were both standing together were also looking at me as we danced.

The song ended but another one soon followed and I knew this one. Kellin would sing it all the time, saying it was for the woman of his dreams.

The king was saying something, his lips brushing against my ears and I wondered what he was saying but then I realised he was singing to the music. He was singing to me.

A shiver ran down my spine as his beautiful melodious voice filled my ears, and I knew that every word he sang he meant.

"Gliri an nin, O hiril ned calad. Govadnin nuin elenath Varda. Tolan nin haust. I daw ú-thinnatha, Ir nin garle ned nin ranc. Karnela' nin, Di i calad ned i ithil Avo awartho nin, Melui hiril nin. Thon darthan le an Pân ned uir" he sang softly his voice flowing like sweet honey.

I never knew that he could sing so well. I never imagined him to be the singing type.

The song stopped and we stopped dancing but he did not let me go. He stared into my eyes his hands caressing my cheek and I knew he was going to kiss me again.

I quickly stepped away from him before he could do anything.

" Arielle?" said a voice behind me.

I turned around and smiled when I saw Neniel.

" What's going on." She said in an undertone jerking her head towards the king who was being spoken to by Alcolyte and Galdorilin.

" I don't know." I told her truthfully. " He only asked me dance with him."

" Good evening lady Arielle." Said a voice and I turned to find Galdorilin smiling at me.

" I thought you were going to your room." Neniel said interrupting Galdorilin.

" I am." I said to her.

" I'll escort you." said the king who came up behind Galdorilin.

" That isn't necessary sire." I said quickly.

" No please. It would be my pleasure." He said in his silky voice.

I saw Alcolyte pass Galdorilin a look and Galdorilin returning the look to him.

I forced a smile at Neniel and walked with the king out of the hall as he led me towards my chambers.

" Sire you don't have to do this." I said quietly.

" I don't have to but I want to." He replied.

I looked around myself as we walked and I realised that where he was leading me wasn't the way that I cam from my room.

" Where are we going? This isn't the way to my chamber." I said getting slightly worried as to where he was leading me.

" I know. We're going another way. This way is more easy." He said looking at me reassuringly.

I nodded and continued to walk fixing up the sleeves of my dress. That was one disadvantage of this wonderful dress. Even though it was beautiful and comfortable I had to constantly fix up the sleeves so that they at least covered parts of my arms.

We came to the double doors and he opened them for me. I walked into the room but stopped as I looked at it.

This chamber didn't look anything like my own. The four-posted bed that was on a type of dais was much larger and was furnished with silky materials of white and gold. There were transparent white curtains around the bed that were held to the posts by gold sashes.

The whole entire room was white and gold, unlike mine that was silver and blue. On the right hand side of the room there was a white door and next to it's entrance there was a small table with a vase filled with white lilies. In the left hand side of the room there was a settee that was white adorned with golden tassels and white and gold cushions. Next to it was a small stool that had a bowl of fruit.

There were a few candles here and there illuminating the whole entire room and casting shadows upon the walls.

" Sire this isn't my room." I said turning around.

" I know it isn't." he said looking at me. His hands were behind his back as he held the handles of the door, closing them shut with a low thud. " This is my room."

A feeling of dread swept over me. I knew what he wanted. The same thing that he had tried to obtain from me earlier on today.

My breathing quickened as I watched him walk towards me slowly, the feeling of butterflies fluttering filled by stomach.

" You said you would let me go." I said my voice trembling.

" I said I'd let you go to sleep. And you can sleep.with me." He said softly as I took a step back away from him.

How could I have been so blind as to walk into his trap? He had planned all of this out. Everything. He most probably even told Alcolyte to make me fell sympathetic towards him so that I'd lose my guard.

" I thought that perhaps we could finish of what was started." He said his voice atrociously soft and gentle as he ran his finger down my jaw, neck, between my breasts and stopping at my abdomen where he put his arm around my waist and pulled me towards him, covering my lips with his own.

Once again my mother's voice ran through my mind. I could feel my mind screaming in his grasp but my body succumbing to his potency as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He released my lips and started to shower my jaw and neck with burning wet kisses. His hands undoing the chain I wore and throwing it on the floor giving him more access to my bare skin.

" I cannot." I said weakly trying to gain control of my yielding body.

" You fight a losing battle with yourself fair one." He said huskily as he returned to my lips for another searing kiss.

" We are not wed nor are we even in love." I said pulling away from him.

" That composes no predicament." He said as he kissed down my neck towards my collarbones, alternating between licking and sucking.

" You would break the laws of the Eldar?" I uttered as my head tilted back, allowing him full access.

" I would break them all over your body." He answered, his lips releasing torturing pleasure all over my skin, his hand probing my body.

" You know this is wrong." I whispered as my fingers dug into his shoulder and neck as he traced my collarbones with his flickering tongue. " You know this is illicit. This is so sinful."

He kissed my lips hungrily and passionately his hands slipping the sleeves of my dress off my shoulders. There went a whole night's worth of trying to keep them in place on my arms.

" The Ainur created sin so that we may be shown their mercy." He whispered heavily.

I tried to object but he took advantage of my open mouth and kissed me again, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

He was right. I was fighting a losing battle with myself.

I could hear my own voice groaning at the delight he inflicted inside my mouth. My hands got lost amongst his hair as I ran my fingers through the sleek silken strands.

" *Nin mernlle.*" he whispered huskily as he ran his fingers through my hair, his lips grazing mine as he spoke before we sank into another long, passionate kiss.

His hands reached up to my hair and pulled out the slides and clips that held it up gently, throwing it on the floor and running his fingers between my golden locks.

" *Nin irma lle. Nin fauk ten' lle *" he whispered again his hand travelling in sweet caresses down my neck and over my shoulders where he removed the sleeves of my dress completely off my arms.

He kissed me again as one of his hands started to push the dress further down.

Shaking my head I broke away from him. I still had some form of restraint remaining in me.

" Sire please." I whispered tears forming in my eyes my chest heaving madly.

I was so afraid as to what he was going to do to me. I had never been this intimate with anyone ever before and it was merely kissing.

" *N' lollie tuulo' nin vanimaer. Im sintlle irma nin vee'sai vee' im lle*" he uttered breathlessly tearing the strings off my dress.

" No," I whispered shaking my head.

He tangled his hands in my hair and gave me another fervent kiss. I could feel his tongue moving erotically in my mouth, our tongues coiling together.

Heat emanated from his body as he kissed my shoulder pulling my dress further down.

" Please don't hurt me." I whispered tears travelling down my cheeks.

" Shhh." He whispered covering my mouth with one of his fingers as he looked at me gently. " I would never hurt you." He whispered as he started to kiss away the tears that dribbled down my cheeks.

For some reason I couldn't believe him mainly because of the glint that was in his eyes as he looked down at my body but there was some assurance in his voice.

" *Karnela' nin*" he uttered as he kissed my lips passionately.

I groaned as he sucked on my ear lobes, his tongue flickering madly.

" This is sinful." I breathed as my eyes fluttered closed.

" It is not sinful to feel pleasure." He whispered silkily to me. " Forget about any morality tonight fair one. Think not of the world outside. It's only you and me now. Let us pretend that we have no tomorrow." He said brushing the hair out of my face and looking me straight in the eye, his breathing as erotic as mine. " Love me. Love me like you have loved no other." He uttered fervently his hands tangling themselves in my hair.

I lost all control of myself and a feeling of insanity came over me as he kissed my lips.

With shaking hands I blindly searched his chest and undid the clasps that kept his shirt together. Within a matter of seconds he topless in front of me and undoing my dress. I kissed his neck and made my way down to his chest, my hands feeling his abdomen and back. His skin was so taut and smooth over his muscles.

He pushed my dress down and it fell to the floor around my ankles and I was left with nothing but myself before him.

He kissed my lips, his hands tangled in my hair, and he pulled away and looked down at my body.

He kissed my lips again this time more hungrily, pulling my naked body closer to his, our tongues coiling together lividly.

" You are so beautiful." He uttered looking at me eccentrically. " So beautiful. So perfect."

He kissed my lips again quickly before kissing his way down towards my chest.

A moan escaped my lips and my back arched in pleasure as he took my left breast into his mouth and started to tease it with his tongue and teeth before sucking on it. My arms snaked around his neck and my fingers got lost amongst his silky sleek hair.

He kissed my lips again and I felt his arms around my waist as he lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist, our tongues clashing together violently.

He laid me down on his bed, the feeling of the cool silk soft against my bare skin, and he climbed on top of me, kissing whatever part of my body he could.

Again he started to lavish my other breast with attention and I found myself groaning with the pleasure he imposed onto me.

He kissed his way back up my neck and met my lips for another incessant kiss. My arms wrapped around him, my body enjoying the feeling of having him so close to me.

I could feel his hands wander down my body and my body jolted as he stroked the sensitive part of my body between my legs. Ticklish shivers ran through my body as his fingers continued to stroke and caress at me his lips unceasingly spilling kisses over my face neck and chest.

Waves of pleasure spread through me and my breathing quickened, moans spilling from my mouth.

He was obviously very experienced. He knew exactly what to do and where to touch me.

" Tell me you like it." He whispered into my ear seductively.

I couldn't say anything; I couldn't even breathe properly, more like panting, as sweat started to form on my smooth skin.

I knew that the king possessed some kind of magic, which he used to guard his palace but what he was performing on me was far beyond that.

Soon I found I couldn't handle the pleasure he was handing me. I felt like I was going crazy as more waves of rapturousness crashed over me, taking me under.

My moans became frequent and I was now clutching desperately at the bed sheets, crushing them within my grasps, my back arched towards him blissfully.

Suddenly the feeling of utter paralysation overcame me before the feeling of a thousand fleeting fireworks seemed to go off deep within me, causing me to cry out in sheer ecstasy.

He took his hand away and kissed me fervently as both of our hands went down to his leggings, which within seconds were lying, on the floor of his bedchamber.

" Are you a virgin?" he asked me as he straddled me, using his knees to open my legs far apart.

I nodded and frowned when a sudden demonic glint appeared in his eyes as a lecherous smile came across his lips.

" Don't scream." He said looking down at me, a malevolent smile spreading across, his lips as his hair draped over his shoulders like a silk curtain.

I was going to ask him why but my thoughts were soon forgotten with the action he did next. An unsustainable scream came from my mouth as he entered me with a low pleasureful moan of his own.

He retracted and dove in again causing me to scream out again. I felt as if my body was being torn apart and pain filled my entire being.

" What are you doing to me." I shrieked as tears began to form in eyes.

" The worst has past my beautiful." He said comfortingly kissing my lips and thrusting in again painfully, my scream was not heard this time.

He continued this action, despite my pleas for him to stop, and soon enough the pain numbed away and soon became pleasurable.

Now I understood why all my other friends didn't wait until they got married as well. The feeling that I felt was beyond words. It was better than anything else I had ever felt.

" Ai Thranduil!" I cried, not realising I had used his first name, as he drove into me again his moans of pleasure filling my ears.

His thrusts became harder and faster, his moans became louder and his kisses never ceased.

My hips began to levitate to meet him, unintentionally. He gave out a moan when I did this so I continued to making him moan even more. I didn't know what I was doing but he liked it.

My fingers dug into his sweat-slicked back and I kissed his neck and shoulders.

" Arielle!!" he moaned as he propelled himself into me repeatedly.

He kissed my lips, his tongue jabbing in and out of my mouth in imitation of what he was doing with other parts of my body.

Not being able to abstain no longer the pleasure that satiated him, he reached the pinnacle of pleasure and both of our bodies convulsed into a maelstrom of utter ecstasy.

I threw my head back screaming his name as I felt the same feeling I had felt before except a million times more greater. I could hear him panting my name repeatedly as he felt the violent tremors of my body, pouring himself into me.

I lay in a sweaty, panting heap, my body tangled with his and my legs shaking madly, on his bed. It felt like the world around me was spinning and the only thing that seemed real to me was Thranduil and myself as I panted uncontrollably, my chest rising and falling with every gulp of air. I could hear him uttering complete nonsense into my ears as he continued to kiss my neck and cheek while resting himself next to me.

With exhaustion finally taking over me I closed my eyes and fell asleep in my king's arms to the sound of his soft cooing and the feel of his lips kissing me.

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~*~Translations~*~

Namarie tithen wilwarin nin ~ Farewell my little butterfly.

Vanima wilwarin nin~ My beautiful butterfly

Caral revia o nin ~ Do not fly from me.

Gliri an nin~ Sing to me

Ai heruamin~ Ah my lord.

Lle aerlinn i raeg gliri vanima nin~ You sing the wrong song my beautiful

Nin mernlle~ I want you

Nin irma lle. Nin fauk ten' lle~ I desire you. I thirst for you.

N' lollie tuulo' nin vanimaer. Im sintlle irma nin vee'sai vee' im lle~ Do not deny yourself from my fair one. I know you desire me as much as I you.

Karnela' nin~ Make love to me

Translation for the first song:

I hear someone in the woods, an echo of the day we met. Forever birds will sing for the lady of my dreams: she walks between green pasture and flowery field. Having traversed troubled days, we endured dark journeys and countless wounds. O Elfin maid with crystal eyes, wait, I won't live alone. Don't forsake me, I'll give thee a child, and a friendly home. I swear thee, love won't fade and hope will blossom anew. Don't summon the night, my love.

Translation for the second song:

Sing to me O Lady of light Meet me under the stars of Varda Come to my bed The night won't fade When I have thee in my arms Make love to me Beneath the light of the moon. Do not forsake me My lovely lady I'll wait for thee for all of eternity

The 2nd I made up myself 1st song I got from http://www.elvish.org/gwaith/language2.htm

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lol. So maybe I lied. A lot of stuff happened this chapter. Sorry if it all was a bit too smutty for you people.

Anywho she said that if anyone likes Maeglin she's got a story about him, one chaptered, and while we're at it if anyone likes Legolas I've got two fics about him, one completed one isn't. I'm hoping to do a sequel for the completed one because everyone keeps on asking me.

Well that's basically it. Thankyou and don't forget to review!

~Elithien Silverfrost.~