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The next morning was bright, lighting up the Royal's room. Sunshine sprinkled through the open windows, dotting the wooden floors. Riania sighed tiredly, rolling over. As she did so, she was then looking into Thranduil's eyes. They were unaware of what was happening, signaling sleep. He was so wonderful to her, and now everything would be different since that he was King and done preparing for it. Although she'd have more responsibility too..
Riania then slightly noted that her things had been moved into Thranduil's room, seeing that her trunks were here and such. She sighed comfortably now, and snuggled under the sheets to more peaceful sleep..
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When Riania awoke again, she realized that Thranduil was up and about. She yawned and then sat up.
"Quel amrun good morning Thranduil," she smiled, and her husband turned from buttoning up his tunic.
"You too, Melamin," he returned, grinning. He came over to the bed after buttoning up the last hole in his shirt and planted a soft, tender kiss upon Riania's forehead. "Did you sleep well?"
"Of course," she murmured while his head was close. He stepped back.
"I must go to a counsel today," he announced, running a brush through his hair. "My advisors say something is about, and it's not good."
"Oh. Do you have any idea of what it must be?"
"None."
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Riania was having tea with her new friend in the palace, Lady Laurah, having a conversation about the counsel, when she gasped.
"Your Majesty!" exclaimed Laurah, covering her open mouth with her hand in shock.
"What? What is it?" asked Riania, concerning creasing her forehead, afraid something terrible was about to happen.
"You're-you're.."
"I'm what?"
"You're PREGNANT."
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"The dragon is out of control," announced Traier, a wise and old Elf of Mirkwood. "It is up to something, scheming against us, and we have no idea why." Thranduil swallowed hard, nervousness creeping into his system, making him shake uncontrollably.
"I may have an idea as to why that powerful dragon is conspiring against Mirkwood," put in the new King, standing unsteadily.
"And why would that be?" Traier demanded.
"My wife, Riania," managed Thranduil, licking his dry lips, "has a history with it, and now the beast is out to get her."
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The next morning was bright, lighting up the Royal's room. Sunshine sprinkled through the open windows, dotting the wooden floors. Riania sighed tiredly, rolling over. As she did so, she was then looking into Thranduil's eyes. They were unaware of what was happening, signaling sleep. He was so wonderful to her, and now everything would be different since that he was King and done preparing for it. Although she'd have more responsibility too..
Riania then slightly noted that her things had been moved into Thranduil's room, seeing that her trunks were here and such. She sighed comfortably now, and snuggled under the sheets to more peaceful sleep..
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When Riania awoke again, she realized that Thranduil was up and about. She yawned and then sat up.
"Quel amrun good morning Thranduil," she smiled, and her husband turned from buttoning up his tunic.
"You too, Melamin," he returned, grinning. He came over to the bed after buttoning up the last hole in his shirt and planted a soft, tender kiss upon Riania's forehead. "Did you sleep well?"
"Of course," she murmured while his head was close. He stepped back.
"I must go to a counsel today," he announced, running a brush through his hair. "My advisors say something is about, and it's not good."
"Oh. Do you have any idea of what it must be?"
"None."
* * * * *
Riania was having tea with her new friend in the palace, Lady Laurah, having a conversation about the counsel, when she gasped.
"Your Majesty!" exclaimed Laurah, covering her open mouth with her hand in shock.
"What? What is it?" asked Riania, concerning creasing her forehead, afraid something terrible was about to happen.
"You're-you're.."
"I'm what?"
"You're PREGNANT."
* * * * *
"The dragon is out of control," announced Traier, a wise and old Elf of Mirkwood. "It is up to something, scheming against us, and we have no idea why." Thranduil swallowed hard, nervousness creeping into his system, making him shake uncontrollably.
"I may have an idea as to why that powerful dragon is conspiring against Mirkwood," put in the new King, standing unsteadily.
"And why would that be?" Traier demanded.
"My wife, Riania," managed Thranduil, licking his dry lips, "has a history with it, and now the beast is out to get her."
