Sorry, truly sorry for not posting in FOREVER. But, despite what you may
hear ~_^ I'm a very busy girl with school-having a tad bit of trouble, if
you catch my drift. So anyways, on with the long awaited posting! By the
way, the chapters should be longer and probably better written now, I've
been practicing with other things. So, tell me what you think..
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Thranduil had left Miroros some time ago, seeking the solitude that Rivendell's forest provided. So many worries plagued his mind, he would have never thought it imaginable. And yet here he was, his thoughts flooding over with grief. How he longed to be with Riania again, to hold her in his arms, to love her through the night.. But he did not wish to disturb her. She was at her old home, and probably wanted to visit old friends and places. He would suit himself with the forest.
As he sauntered aimlessly through the wilderness, he sub-consciously found himself somewhere he remembered perfectly-a place he didn't even know he was heading for. A place to clear his mind.
The waterfall streamed on, just as it had from so long ago, when he and Riania were married. It was beautiful, and brought back so many wonderful memories of his, in a sense, childhood years. He had aged and matured much since then-not physically, but emotionally and thoughtfully. That's why he considered it his boy-hood.
But being a King was all right-sometimes. Thranduil loved his wife much more than his Kingdom, and his conscience haunted him for that. He was supposed to put his Lands before all else, and yet.. He would rather save Riania than it. He had already begun to hate his conscience.
* * * * *
Riania limped off to breakfast, finding her way as if she had still lived here. It was a wonderful, spectacular feeling she had when she looked around. She hadn't realized how much she truly missed this place. She made her way to the Hall, and gasped.
Laine, a little girl the last she remembered her, was sitting beneath the sunlight eating casually. She had been Brioslo's younger sister-but when he and his parents had died, she was sent away to live with a distant relative in Lothlorien. But now she was here! Hurriedly, Riania made her way over to her.
"Laine!" she grinned mischievously, and the girl turned, brushing away her ash-blonde hair. Her thin pink lips frowned, and her brow furrowed- surprisingly attractive-as though she did not recognize this visitor. Riania only smiled more broadly. "It's me! Riania? Brioslo's best friend from so long ago!" Suddenly her eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock, but eventually curled into a beam.
"Riania! You look so.. Different!" came the sweet, innocent voice she recognized, but it was older.
"So do you! The last time we were together, you were just a little thing.." Laine stood and they embraced in a long, emotional hug. "Oh, I've missed you. How long have you been home?" asked Riania as they separated.
"Only a little while. When I got home I heard from many people that I missed your wedding, to a prince?" Laine smirked.
"Well, then he was a prince. Now he's the King."
"You mean, the old one.."
"Yes, and I fell it's my own fault."
"Your fault? To assassinate your own family? Nonsense."
"But it was because of me marrying Sriosnio-I mean, Thranduil, that his parents were murdered. You see.." Riania then went on to explain the dragon and her encounters.
"Oh," spoke Laine softly, looking away. "I'm sorry."
"Yes, me too."
* * * * *
Thranduil now found himself sitting upon a boulder just behind the line of trees surrounding the lake. He was currently trying to tell his fears and worries apart from the reality of things. He had to have a somewhat clear mind at all times, or else he may miss something of Riania, like at the banquet..
He sighed, shaking his head in frustration. Why could he not concentrate? They were all safe-Riania, his child, himself.. Suddenly a feeling washed over Thranduil, like a tidal wave. He did not know what it was, all he knew was that they (Riania and himself) had to leave, as soon as possible. They had only just arrived, yes, and hardly anyone had time to greet them, but this emotion Thranduil was feeling was quite intense. He immediately stood and took off running as swiftly as he could towards the palace..
* * * *
Riania and Laine chatted happily in the gardens, enjoying the day's warmth and comfort. People passed and said hello to her, and she greeted them back. She was having a positively lovely time, glad to be back, glad to speak with old friends..
Suddenly Thranduil came staggering around the bend in the path. Riania was facing him on her side of the bench, and Laine's back was to him, but they both knew something was wrong. Riania immediately stood and rushed over to her gasping husband.
"Must-leave.. Don't know why.. Got to get out.." The King took several breaths before he spoke further. "Riania, I know we've just arrived, but we *must* go home, to Mirkwood. Do not ask questions, for I have no answers, but you know me when it comes to these things. Trust me, we must go now." Regret filled her as she understood the urgency of this situation, and she only nodded, swallowing back tears for having to go.
"I'm sorry Laine, but I must take my leave," choked Riania. She and her friend kissed cheeks, and she left with Thranduil to their rooms. After packing extremely quickly, the couple ordered their carriage and left. As they traveled down the road and were quite a few leagues away, a loud commotion cause them both to turn and look back out their windows. A fire blazed where Rivendell should be, and Riania let out a petrified scream.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Thranduil had left Miroros some time ago, seeking the solitude that Rivendell's forest provided. So many worries plagued his mind, he would have never thought it imaginable. And yet here he was, his thoughts flooding over with grief. How he longed to be with Riania again, to hold her in his arms, to love her through the night.. But he did not wish to disturb her. She was at her old home, and probably wanted to visit old friends and places. He would suit himself with the forest.
As he sauntered aimlessly through the wilderness, he sub-consciously found himself somewhere he remembered perfectly-a place he didn't even know he was heading for. A place to clear his mind.
The waterfall streamed on, just as it had from so long ago, when he and Riania were married. It was beautiful, and brought back so many wonderful memories of his, in a sense, childhood years. He had aged and matured much since then-not physically, but emotionally and thoughtfully. That's why he considered it his boy-hood.
But being a King was all right-sometimes. Thranduil loved his wife much more than his Kingdom, and his conscience haunted him for that. He was supposed to put his Lands before all else, and yet.. He would rather save Riania than it. He had already begun to hate his conscience.
* * * * *
Riania limped off to breakfast, finding her way as if she had still lived here. It was a wonderful, spectacular feeling she had when she looked around. She hadn't realized how much she truly missed this place. She made her way to the Hall, and gasped.
Laine, a little girl the last she remembered her, was sitting beneath the sunlight eating casually. She had been Brioslo's younger sister-but when he and his parents had died, she was sent away to live with a distant relative in Lothlorien. But now she was here! Hurriedly, Riania made her way over to her.
"Laine!" she grinned mischievously, and the girl turned, brushing away her ash-blonde hair. Her thin pink lips frowned, and her brow furrowed- surprisingly attractive-as though she did not recognize this visitor. Riania only smiled more broadly. "It's me! Riania? Brioslo's best friend from so long ago!" Suddenly her eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock, but eventually curled into a beam.
"Riania! You look so.. Different!" came the sweet, innocent voice she recognized, but it was older.
"So do you! The last time we were together, you were just a little thing.." Laine stood and they embraced in a long, emotional hug. "Oh, I've missed you. How long have you been home?" asked Riania as they separated.
"Only a little while. When I got home I heard from many people that I missed your wedding, to a prince?" Laine smirked.
"Well, then he was a prince. Now he's the King."
"You mean, the old one.."
"Yes, and I fell it's my own fault."
"Your fault? To assassinate your own family? Nonsense."
"But it was because of me marrying Sriosnio-I mean, Thranduil, that his parents were murdered. You see.." Riania then went on to explain the dragon and her encounters.
"Oh," spoke Laine softly, looking away. "I'm sorry."
"Yes, me too."
* * * * *
Thranduil now found himself sitting upon a boulder just behind the line of trees surrounding the lake. He was currently trying to tell his fears and worries apart from the reality of things. He had to have a somewhat clear mind at all times, or else he may miss something of Riania, like at the banquet..
He sighed, shaking his head in frustration. Why could he not concentrate? They were all safe-Riania, his child, himself.. Suddenly a feeling washed over Thranduil, like a tidal wave. He did not know what it was, all he knew was that they (Riania and himself) had to leave, as soon as possible. They had only just arrived, yes, and hardly anyone had time to greet them, but this emotion Thranduil was feeling was quite intense. He immediately stood and took off running as swiftly as he could towards the palace..
* * * *
Riania and Laine chatted happily in the gardens, enjoying the day's warmth and comfort. People passed and said hello to her, and she greeted them back. She was having a positively lovely time, glad to be back, glad to speak with old friends..
Suddenly Thranduil came staggering around the bend in the path. Riania was facing him on her side of the bench, and Laine's back was to him, but they both knew something was wrong. Riania immediately stood and rushed over to her gasping husband.
"Must-leave.. Don't know why.. Got to get out.." The King took several breaths before he spoke further. "Riania, I know we've just arrived, but we *must* go home, to Mirkwood. Do not ask questions, for I have no answers, but you know me when it comes to these things. Trust me, we must go now." Regret filled her as she understood the urgency of this situation, and she only nodded, swallowing back tears for having to go.
"I'm sorry Laine, but I must take my leave," choked Riania. She and her friend kissed cheeks, and she left with Thranduil to their rooms. After packing extremely quickly, the couple ordered their carriage and left. As they traveled down the road and were quite a few leagues away, a loud commotion cause them both to turn and look back out their windows. A fire blazed where Rivendell should be, and Riania let out a petrified scream.
