Another chapter! Yay! Thank you to all who reviewed! I love you! LOL
PS This chapter has a little twist; which will affect how I was going to
end it. MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, I love doing that.
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She had fainted, as Thranduil looked back, his eyes shining in horror.
The driver of the carriage had stopped and was gazing back at the great city as well as Thranduil's mind twisted. He had known something was to happen, and he had just managed to save his wife's life. But what now?
The fire engulfed the large valley, and his eyes wandered aimlessly over the scene. The flame was only in the palace, where he and Riania had been staying. Even from so far away, Thranduil managed to here a dragon's roar.
He had found them.
Hurriedly, Thranduil cried, "Go, go! To Mirkwood, now!" The driver, still stunned, only gaped back at Rivendell. The king threw himself from the carriage and grabbed the servant by the collar of his tunic. "Leave now," he growled dangerously. "You fool, go as quick as you can!" With that he got into the carriage and they galloped of toward Mirkwood.
It was a long while later, and they still traveled swiftly. Riania blinked a few times, and groaned. "Wha-what happened?" she stammered, when suddenly the memory flooded back like a frothy wave in the ocean. "No!" she screamed, terrified, and Thranduil was forced to grasp her by her arms to keep her from throwing herself out of their source of transportation. "Laine.." she sobbed, collapsing into her husbands comforting arms.
"Shh, shhh, it'll be all right," he soothed softly, voice low and rythmic. Now Riania's tears ran out, and she only stared blankly, empty, out in front of her, although she still trembled. This was when Thranduil began to really worry.
* * * * * *
Thranduil sat in his throne, head in his upturned hands. His head ached all over, and his muscles began to cramp. He had been up all night in worry.
Riania was still silent always, just staring out into oblivion, her eyes vacant. She was like a ghost, like she was dead. She didn't eat, she didn't move-for the most part. The only hope the King still had was the fact that sometimes his wife slept. If only she would eat..
He had been up all night trying to think of something, anything that could help Riania. He had found nothing.
The councilor, Traier, approached the throne, bowed slightly on one knee, lowering his head for a moment, as is custom, and then stood tall and with dignity.
"Your Highness," he murmured, almost disgustedly, it seemed. "I believe that the queen is growing better." At this Thranduil's head shot up in interest, and his eyes widened.
"How do you know? What happened?" Before his councilor could reply, the King dashed off of his throne, stumbling slightly, and down the corridor. He burst through the doors and saw that Riania was no longer just sleeping or staring. She was drinking water..
"Melamin," he whispered, approaching her lovingly. He was so happy and filled with gladness he did not see the nursemaid, distressed, trying to shoot him a warning glance. "Nae saian luume' It has been too long.." Riania seemed to look a bit frightened, and as Thranduil reached out to hold her, she somewhat shrunk away. The king was taken aback by her behavior.
"Cormamin lindua ele lle, amaelamin My heart sings to see thee," he tried to continue, but this time the Queen shielded herself, as if he was going to strike her. Now his arms dropped to his sides in puzzlement. "Mani marte What happened?" Thranduil demanded of the Elf woman sitting.
"Amin hiraetha I'm sorry," replied the Elf, shaking her head. "Amin dele ten' he I am worried about her. Amin caela n'noa But I have no idea." The King nearly panicked, but did not want to make Riania any more uncomfortable than she already was. For some reason she did not know her own language, and so he must speak common for her-he could accept that.
"My love, you have not been well, and now I am delighted to see you back-" He thought about his words for a moment. "Back to your old self again." The queen only looked at him as if he was a stranger about to kill her.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking as she cowered, hiding all of herself but her eyes behind the sheets of her bed.
"I am your husband, Thranduil," he muttered so that she could hear, turning away so that she would not see a single crystal tear roll down his cheek.
"So I know you.." she presumed out loud, still obviously confused, but also a little less scared.
"Yes," answered her husband, facing her again when he had composed himself. "And you have been ill for nearly a fortnight." The maid knew it was time to take her leave, and nearly fled the scene. Riania watched, eyes still occasionally wandering about the room, searching for a clue about something..
"Yes, well, right then," she murmured, but then she gazed straight into the eyes of her spouse. Her eyes frightened Thranduil-they showed bewilderment, fear, and unknowingness. Her eyes had always been lively, cheerful, and wise. Now they seemed almost.. Human.
"I just have one question, then," she alleged quietly, tearing her stare from Thranduil's.
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
"You are my husband, and I assume that was a maid in here earlier, yes?"
"Right.."
"But, then, who am I?"
***
She had fainted, as Thranduil looked back, his eyes shining in horror.
The driver of the carriage had stopped and was gazing back at the great city as well as Thranduil's mind twisted. He had known something was to happen, and he had just managed to save his wife's life. But what now?
The fire engulfed the large valley, and his eyes wandered aimlessly over the scene. The flame was only in the palace, where he and Riania had been staying. Even from so far away, Thranduil managed to here a dragon's roar.
He had found them.
Hurriedly, Thranduil cried, "Go, go! To Mirkwood, now!" The driver, still stunned, only gaped back at Rivendell. The king threw himself from the carriage and grabbed the servant by the collar of his tunic. "Leave now," he growled dangerously. "You fool, go as quick as you can!" With that he got into the carriage and they galloped of toward Mirkwood.
It was a long while later, and they still traveled swiftly. Riania blinked a few times, and groaned. "Wha-what happened?" she stammered, when suddenly the memory flooded back like a frothy wave in the ocean. "No!" she screamed, terrified, and Thranduil was forced to grasp her by her arms to keep her from throwing herself out of their source of transportation. "Laine.." she sobbed, collapsing into her husbands comforting arms.
"Shh, shhh, it'll be all right," he soothed softly, voice low and rythmic. Now Riania's tears ran out, and she only stared blankly, empty, out in front of her, although she still trembled. This was when Thranduil began to really worry.
* * * * * *
Thranduil sat in his throne, head in his upturned hands. His head ached all over, and his muscles began to cramp. He had been up all night in worry.
Riania was still silent always, just staring out into oblivion, her eyes vacant. She was like a ghost, like she was dead. She didn't eat, she didn't move-for the most part. The only hope the King still had was the fact that sometimes his wife slept. If only she would eat..
He had been up all night trying to think of something, anything that could help Riania. He had found nothing.
The councilor, Traier, approached the throne, bowed slightly on one knee, lowering his head for a moment, as is custom, and then stood tall and with dignity.
"Your Highness," he murmured, almost disgustedly, it seemed. "I believe that the queen is growing better." At this Thranduil's head shot up in interest, and his eyes widened.
"How do you know? What happened?" Before his councilor could reply, the King dashed off of his throne, stumbling slightly, and down the corridor. He burst through the doors and saw that Riania was no longer just sleeping or staring. She was drinking water..
"Melamin," he whispered, approaching her lovingly. He was so happy and filled with gladness he did not see the nursemaid, distressed, trying to shoot him a warning glance. "Nae saian luume' It has been too long.." Riania seemed to look a bit frightened, and as Thranduil reached out to hold her, she somewhat shrunk away. The king was taken aback by her behavior.
"Cormamin lindua ele lle, amaelamin My heart sings to see thee," he tried to continue, but this time the Queen shielded herself, as if he was going to strike her. Now his arms dropped to his sides in puzzlement. "Mani marte What happened?" Thranduil demanded of the Elf woman sitting.
"Amin hiraetha I'm sorry," replied the Elf, shaking her head. "Amin dele ten' he I am worried about her. Amin caela n'noa But I have no idea." The King nearly panicked, but did not want to make Riania any more uncomfortable than she already was. For some reason she did not know her own language, and so he must speak common for her-he could accept that.
"My love, you have not been well, and now I am delighted to see you back-" He thought about his words for a moment. "Back to your old self again." The queen only looked at him as if he was a stranger about to kill her.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking as she cowered, hiding all of herself but her eyes behind the sheets of her bed.
"I am your husband, Thranduil," he muttered so that she could hear, turning away so that she would not see a single crystal tear roll down his cheek.
"So I know you.." she presumed out loud, still obviously confused, but also a little less scared.
"Yes," answered her husband, facing her again when he had composed himself. "And you have been ill for nearly a fortnight." The maid knew it was time to take her leave, and nearly fled the scene. Riania watched, eyes still occasionally wandering about the room, searching for a clue about something..
"Yes, well, right then," she murmured, but then she gazed straight into the eyes of her spouse. Her eyes frightened Thranduil-they showed bewilderment, fear, and unknowingness. Her eyes had always been lively, cheerful, and wise. Now they seemed almost.. Human.
"I just have one question, then," she alleged quietly, tearing her stare from Thranduil's.
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
"You are my husband, and I assume that was a maid in here earlier, yes?"
"Right.."
"But, then, who am I?"
