A/N: Hey! Jjjjaded! Sorry, I was just listening to the song. It's been
quite a while. I was so bored of looking for updated fics that I decided to
update my own. Sorry for the delay.
-Meant to Be- Chapter 3-
Her soft golden hair curtained her face. Thranduil felt her warmth as she embraced him on the bed. She had her eyes closed. He wanted to kiss her, but she pulled away. She was teasing him! Then, she kissed him. His eyes flew wide open, and then, he melted into the kiss. Then, slowly, clothes came off piece-by-piece. Then-
"Thranduil!!! Wake up!!!"
"Arrghh!!!!" Thranduil cried aloud, and fell off the bed, crashing onto the bedroom floor with a loud thud, in a very unelvish manner. The throb in his southern regions gave a fresh pink flush to his face, adding to his embarrassment. He blinked and saw his father's advisor, Ariketh, who was standing at the foot of his bed, a worried look on his face.
"I sincerely apologize for the intrusion sire, but it is late and you are expected to attend a meeting today!" Thranduil looked up at him with disbelief. He was tired, upset, worried, flustered, confused and painfully aroused, all at the same time. "Please, Ari, for the last time, it is Thranduil!" he cried. Ariketh helped him get up on his feet. He brushed a few strands of hair away from Thranduil's face. They stared at each other for a while, Thranduil, pouting, and Ari's eyes softening. "I'm sorry Thranduil. I know, this is extremely difficult, but you have to be strong. Alright?" Ari gulped as he did not want to remind Thranduil of the past events, which were still extremely fresh and hurtful, but he had to make him understand what he was getting at.
Thranduil completely understood Ari, but he could not help feeling a fresh wave of fear, worry and tears wash over him. *No! No! Don't make Ari upset too. Just don't cry! Not infront of Ari at least. Stop being selfish Thranduil! * Thranduil scolded himself. He blinked his eyes a few times, and then forced an extremely weak smile for Ari. He loved Ari dearly, like an uncle. "Alright, Ari." Ariketh smiled. "Alright. Now Thranduil, a maid will come here soon, to help you. I have to go off now for I need to inform the guests that you shall be arriving a tad later than expected. They shall enjoy a longer breakfast then. I shall see you in an hour!" He left.
Thranduil hadn't realized he had held his breath. When the door closed, he let go, and fell onto the floor. His lips quivered and he felt great drops of tears splash down his cheeks. Sobs racked his frame and he buried his face in his hands. He felt so helpless. What Ari said made him upset all over again. The loss of his beloved parents was so agonizing. It wrenched and pounded at his heart without mercy, leaving him alone and fragile. Then, amidst his own sobs, he heard Legolas start to cry. He stumbled towards Legolas, and picked the tiny elf into his arms. With Legolas in his arms, he sank to the floor, rocking him. "Shh..shh.What is the matter ion- nin?" Seeing Legolas calmed him down a bit. The baby sensed Thranduil's calmness, and stopped crying. Before Thranduil could register what that meant, a soft knock on the door was heard and immediately a maid entered Thranduil's room, leaving him on the floor, Legolas in his arms, his face still red and puffy with obvious tearstains. His eyes widened.
It was her. It was the girl from his dream.
It was Inwe.
She tried to cover up her gasp. But Thranduil did not mind. She blushed slightly and bowed her head. "Good..good morning, sire." She stuttered. Thranduil blushed. He could not find any words to say! When he heard her softly cough, he realized, with horror, that he was staring at her. Images of scenes from his, dream, flashed through his mind. He quickly wiped his face the best as he could and cleared his throat. "Ah..oh.Good morning." He mentally smacked himself. *Elbereth! I must look like a fool! *
Her eyes shifted around the room. Then, she looked back at Thranduil. "I..I was sent here, to help you get ready, and to take care of the little one." She said softly. Her eyes fell upon Legolas and she could not hide her wide smile and familiar sparkle in her eyes that all ladies have when they come across something extremely cute. Babies in particular. Before she could help herself, she asked, "What is his name?" Thranduil finally smiled a genuine smile. "His name is Legolas".
She smiled sheepishly. Then she started. "Ah, well. Firstly, sire, I was supposed to fill your tub with hot water, but it was already filled while you were asleep. [Thranduil felt a wave of embarrassment, knowing that at least another soul had seen him with his guard off, half nude and asleep.] So now, whilst you freshen up, I'll take care of cleaning up your chamber, and I shall take care of your son." Thranduil merely nodded. Then, with difficulty and disinclination, he handed Legolas to her. Legolas started to cry. Inwe felt extremely flustered. Thranduil could not help but chuckle. It was fast, but Thranduil swore he saw Inwe's knees buckle for a split second. He shrugged it off. "Never mind that. I shall bathe him then." He took Legolas back and proceeded to the bathroom.
Inwe gulped as he left. She felt so embarrassed. She hoped and prayed to Elbereth that Thranduil did not see her knees buckle.
Thranduil took off his and Legolas' clothes. Carefully, he entered the tub. Luckily, it was still mildly warm. Legolas started to laugh and splash about. Thranduil could not help grinning, despite his state a few minutes ago. Legolas looked up at Thranduil and held out his arms expectantly. Thranduil grinned. He hugged Legolas and blew a wet raspberry on his belly. Legolas let out a shrill cry of delight. Thranduil thought, *maybe it will not be such a terrible day after all. *
Once satisfied, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe and walked out into his chambers. His room was now completely clean and tidy. His eyes roamed around, searching for Inwe. He found her coming in from another door from another part of his large chambers, with a set of clothes and robes for him to wear for the day. She blushed and set his clothes down onto his bed. "For the day, milord. I shall clean the rest of your chambers. Call me for assistance." She left.
Thranduil looked down at his clothes distastefully. He really did not feel like wearing so many layers, but he was expected at a meeting, so he had no choice. He dried Legolas first and changed him. Then, slowly, he changed into his own attire. With Legolas on his lap, he sat down in front of a mirror and combed his and Legolas' hair. He then attempted to braid his hair. He collected a group of strands, tried to braid, then, he let out a sigh of frustration, as his hair did not seem to cooperate with him. Legolas looked up at him questionably but Thranduil was feeling his veins being grated slowly and irritatingly. Then, Inwe came in, and saw the frustrated look upon his face. "Are you alright milord? Do you need my assistance?" she asked timidly.
Thranduil was never the proud type. He did not have a usual 'royal' arrogance, none of his family ever did. He immediately said yes. Inwe felt confused. She thought that a king would not need to seek aid. She thought that they had much pride. But she went towards him anyway. "What does my king need?" she asked. "I..uh..I need help in braiding my hair. It does not want to keep in place!" he grumbled. Inwe blushed. *Me?! Braid KING Thranduil's hair?!* With shaky hands, she started to braid his hair. Her mind was screaming. *His hair, is SILK. It can't be hair. It IS silk. *
Thranduil's mind was also screaming. He enjoyed the sensation of Inwe's hands gliding through his hair. However, the nice sensation decided to travel from his head to his crotch. *Ai!!!!! Elbereth! Help me please!!*
Finally, she was finished. "There!" she said happily[but inside exactly the opposite], quite proud at her work. The braids were pretty and intricate. Thranduil thanked her with a smile. Then, he looked at Legolas. "Ion-nin, now listen. Ada must go now, all right? Be nice to Inwe, all right? Ada will come back for you as soon as he finishes his meeting with a few old fogies." Inwe giggled. Thranduil smiled at her sheepishly, and then handed Legolas to her. Thankfully, Legolas decided to be nice to her. He smiled at her and Inwe felt absolute relief. Crying and wailing babes were not her favorite things; she always felt that she was to be blamed for it. He bid them farewell and left. His feet suddenly felt like lead.
He finally reached the hall and straightened himself before entering. The guards opened the oak doors. Immediately, he was greeted by various elves, 'good mornings' and 'how do you fares?' He could not recognize most of them, only a few were familiar. He felt relieved when he spotted Ariketh sitting at his usual seat, next to his. He felt his heart pound as the realization set in. That seat, was HIS seat. Not his ada's. Not anymore. It was his. And he did not want it to be his. He made his was to his seat and the meeting commenced.
The meeting seemed to go along fine, or so Thranduil thought. At first, it was daily news, news from Mirkwood and other lands. Then, they started to talk about him. Thranduil hated to be the center of attraction or subject of a conversation. He desperately tried to change the subject but failed miserably. An older elf asked, "Are you alright?"
"Are you able to cope?"
"What are your plans?"
"How is your son?"
"Will you be alright?"
That was it. *Oh no. Please don't. Don't ask about me. Don't bother about me! Don't remind me, please! I have enough not having others to remind me! You speak as if it is so simple, losing your parents. As if you really, really UNDERSTAND what I feel, elves do not perish very often, you all do not know how I feel, carrying all the weight of the expectance of others! *
The voices were hammering his mind. Thranduil could not think properly. Words of encouragement stung instead of mended. He couldn't take it. His head was pounding, and his chest was bursting. Finally, he rose from his seat.
"ENOUGH!"
Everyone fell silent. Ariketh looked up at him, concern written all over his face.
"I know, you are concerned and I appreciate that greatly but frankly now I do not wish to speak of it! Farewell!" Thranduil cried, and stormed out of the hall, giving Ariketh no time to chase after him. Thranduil felt his eyes stinging as he ran back towards his chambers. All he wanted to do then was stay in bed with his baby and cry to sleep.
-TBC-
A/N: So do I or do I deserve a review now? Please do, it's not that hard is it?
-Meant to Be- Chapter 3-
Her soft golden hair curtained her face. Thranduil felt her warmth as she embraced him on the bed. She had her eyes closed. He wanted to kiss her, but she pulled away. She was teasing him! Then, she kissed him. His eyes flew wide open, and then, he melted into the kiss. Then, slowly, clothes came off piece-by-piece. Then-
"Thranduil!!! Wake up!!!"
"Arrghh!!!!" Thranduil cried aloud, and fell off the bed, crashing onto the bedroom floor with a loud thud, in a very unelvish manner. The throb in his southern regions gave a fresh pink flush to his face, adding to his embarrassment. He blinked and saw his father's advisor, Ariketh, who was standing at the foot of his bed, a worried look on his face.
"I sincerely apologize for the intrusion sire, but it is late and you are expected to attend a meeting today!" Thranduil looked up at him with disbelief. He was tired, upset, worried, flustered, confused and painfully aroused, all at the same time. "Please, Ari, for the last time, it is Thranduil!" he cried. Ariketh helped him get up on his feet. He brushed a few strands of hair away from Thranduil's face. They stared at each other for a while, Thranduil, pouting, and Ari's eyes softening. "I'm sorry Thranduil. I know, this is extremely difficult, but you have to be strong. Alright?" Ari gulped as he did not want to remind Thranduil of the past events, which were still extremely fresh and hurtful, but he had to make him understand what he was getting at.
Thranduil completely understood Ari, but he could not help feeling a fresh wave of fear, worry and tears wash over him. *No! No! Don't make Ari upset too. Just don't cry! Not infront of Ari at least. Stop being selfish Thranduil! * Thranduil scolded himself. He blinked his eyes a few times, and then forced an extremely weak smile for Ari. He loved Ari dearly, like an uncle. "Alright, Ari." Ariketh smiled. "Alright. Now Thranduil, a maid will come here soon, to help you. I have to go off now for I need to inform the guests that you shall be arriving a tad later than expected. They shall enjoy a longer breakfast then. I shall see you in an hour!" He left.
Thranduil hadn't realized he had held his breath. When the door closed, he let go, and fell onto the floor. His lips quivered and he felt great drops of tears splash down his cheeks. Sobs racked his frame and he buried his face in his hands. He felt so helpless. What Ari said made him upset all over again. The loss of his beloved parents was so agonizing. It wrenched and pounded at his heart without mercy, leaving him alone and fragile. Then, amidst his own sobs, he heard Legolas start to cry. He stumbled towards Legolas, and picked the tiny elf into his arms. With Legolas in his arms, he sank to the floor, rocking him. "Shh..shh.What is the matter ion- nin?" Seeing Legolas calmed him down a bit. The baby sensed Thranduil's calmness, and stopped crying. Before Thranduil could register what that meant, a soft knock on the door was heard and immediately a maid entered Thranduil's room, leaving him on the floor, Legolas in his arms, his face still red and puffy with obvious tearstains. His eyes widened.
It was her. It was the girl from his dream.
It was Inwe.
She tried to cover up her gasp. But Thranduil did not mind. She blushed slightly and bowed her head. "Good..good morning, sire." She stuttered. Thranduil blushed. He could not find any words to say! When he heard her softly cough, he realized, with horror, that he was staring at her. Images of scenes from his, dream, flashed through his mind. He quickly wiped his face the best as he could and cleared his throat. "Ah..oh.Good morning." He mentally smacked himself. *Elbereth! I must look like a fool! *
Her eyes shifted around the room. Then, she looked back at Thranduil. "I..I was sent here, to help you get ready, and to take care of the little one." She said softly. Her eyes fell upon Legolas and she could not hide her wide smile and familiar sparkle in her eyes that all ladies have when they come across something extremely cute. Babies in particular. Before she could help herself, she asked, "What is his name?" Thranduil finally smiled a genuine smile. "His name is Legolas".
She smiled sheepishly. Then she started. "Ah, well. Firstly, sire, I was supposed to fill your tub with hot water, but it was already filled while you were asleep. [Thranduil felt a wave of embarrassment, knowing that at least another soul had seen him with his guard off, half nude and asleep.] So now, whilst you freshen up, I'll take care of cleaning up your chamber, and I shall take care of your son." Thranduil merely nodded. Then, with difficulty and disinclination, he handed Legolas to her. Legolas started to cry. Inwe felt extremely flustered. Thranduil could not help but chuckle. It was fast, but Thranduil swore he saw Inwe's knees buckle for a split second. He shrugged it off. "Never mind that. I shall bathe him then." He took Legolas back and proceeded to the bathroom.
Inwe gulped as he left. She felt so embarrassed. She hoped and prayed to Elbereth that Thranduil did not see her knees buckle.
Thranduil took off his and Legolas' clothes. Carefully, he entered the tub. Luckily, it was still mildly warm. Legolas started to laugh and splash about. Thranduil could not help grinning, despite his state a few minutes ago. Legolas looked up at Thranduil and held out his arms expectantly. Thranduil grinned. He hugged Legolas and blew a wet raspberry on his belly. Legolas let out a shrill cry of delight. Thranduil thought, *maybe it will not be such a terrible day after all. *
Once satisfied, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe and walked out into his chambers. His room was now completely clean and tidy. His eyes roamed around, searching for Inwe. He found her coming in from another door from another part of his large chambers, with a set of clothes and robes for him to wear for the day. She blushed and set his clothes down onto his bed. "For the day, milord. I shall clean the rest of your chambers. Call me for assistance." She left.
Thranduil looked down at his clothes distastefully. He really did not feel like wearing so many layers, but he was expected at a meeting, so he had no choice. He dried Legolas first and changed him. Then, slowly, he changed into his own attire. With Legolas on his lap, he sat down in front of a mirror and combed his and Legolas' hair. He then attempted to braid his hair. He collected a group of strands, tried to braid, then, he let out a sigh of frustration, as his hair did not seem to cooperate with him. Legolas looked up at him questionably but Thranduil was feeling his veins being grated slowly and irritatingly. Then, Inwe came in, and saw the frustrated look upon his face. "Are you alright milord? Do you need my assistance?" she asked timidly.
Thranduil was never the proud type. He did not have a usual 'royal' arrogance, none of his family ever did. He immediately said yes. Inwe felt confused. She thought that a king would not need to seek aid. She thought that they had much pride. But she went towards him anyway. "What does my king need?" she asked. "I..uh..I need help in braiding my hair. It does not want to keep in place!" he grumbled. Inwe blushed. *Me?! Braid KING Thranduil's hair?!* With shaky hands, she started to braid his hair. Her mind was screaming. *His hair, is SILK. It can't be hair. It IS silk. *
Thranduil's mind was also screaming. He enjoyed the sensation of Inwe's hands gliding through his hair. However, the nice sensation decided to travel from his head to his crotch. *Ai!!!!! Elbereth! Help me please!!*
Finally, she was finished. "There!" she said happily[but inside exactly the opposite], quite proud at her work. The braids were pretty and intricate. Thranduil thanked her with a smile. Then, he looked at Legolas. "Ion-nin, now listen. Ada must go now, all right? Be nice to Inwe, all right? Ada will come back for you as soon as he finishes his meeting with a few old fogies." Inwe giggled. Thranduil smiled at her sheepishly, and then handed Legolas to her. Thankfully, Legolas decided to be nice to her. He smiled at her and Inwe felt absolute relief. Crying and wailing babes were not her favorite things; she always felt that she was to be blamed for it. He bid them farewell and left. His feet suddenly felt like lead.
He finally reached the hall and straightened himself before entering. The guards opened the oak doors. Immediately, he was greeted by various elves, 'good mornings' and 'how do you fares?' He could not recognize most of them, only a few were familiar. He felt relieved when he spotted Ariketh sitting at his usual seat, next to his. He felt his heart pound as the realization set in. That seat, was HIS seat. Not his ada's. Not anymore. It was his. And he did not want it to be his. He made his was to his seat and the meeting commenced.
The meeting seemed to go along fine, or so Thranduil thought. At first, it was daily news, news from Mirkwood and other lands. Then, they started to talk about him. Thranduil hated to be the center of attraction or subject of a conversation. He desperately tried to change the subject but failed miserably. An older elf asked, "Are you alright?"
"Are you able to cope?"
"What are your plans?"
"How is your son?"
"Will you be alright?"
That was it. *Oh no. Please don't. Don't ask about me. Don't bother about me! Don't remind me, please! I have enough not having others to remind me! You speak as if it is so simple, losing your parents. As if you really, really UNDERSTAND what I feel, elves do not perish very often, you all do not know how I feel, carrying all the weight of the expectance of others! *
The voices were hammering his mind. Thranduil could not think properly. Words of encouragement stung instead of mended. He couldn't take it. His head was pounding, and his chest was bursting. Finally, he rose from his seat.
"ENOUGH!"
Everyone fell silent. Ariketh looked up at him, concern written all over his face.
"I know, you are concerned and I appreciate that greatly but frankly now I do not wish to speak of it! Farewell!" Thranduil cried, and stormed out of the hall, giving Ariketh no time to chase after him. Thranduil felt his eyes stinging as he ran back towards his chambers. All he wanted to do then was stay in bed with his baby and cry to sleep.
-TBC-
A/N: So do I or do I deserve a review now? Please do, it's not that hard is it?