A Spoon full of sugar

Chapter four:

Written by: Gwilwileth

From then on it was a blur, I bleakly made out the shape of their stone city of caves made to look like that…city, the one I couldn't remember the name of at the time.

I vaguely noticed the heavy glances in my direction causing various reactions from shock to a knowing smirk, which I most certainly did not like.

We stopped in front of some large doors, how they opened and by who I did not notice for I was to busy immersing my self in what felt like a hallucination.  I hazily remember being pushed into the room, Daugnir ahead of me conversing with someone in their own tongue.

He gesticulated his hand sweeping in my direction before pointing ahead.  The guard or advisor, whoever it was kept on flickering his gaze towards me, his eyes indecipherable, a trait that all elves seem to have a natural talent for.  Eventually the discussion got slightly heated before Daugnir let out a self-satisfied smirk and beckoned for me to follow.

I did so, idly wondering where my sudden strength had come from.  I had not eaten, and I had had one night of fitful sleep, albeit with a thick blanket that had kept me warm.  I still had the flu; it's affects still at paramount though lately I had been ignoring it, mainly due to the fact that I knew I could so absolutely nothing about it.

I had not been paying attention and walked straight into Daugnir who glared at me slightly, before his eyes flashed in amusement though this was quickly quenched.  I frowned, extremely perplexed, blinking rapidly as I look around slightly.

"Bow!"  I heard someone hiss and I looked at them somewhat puzzled.  It was Daugnir, who was already on his knees staring reverently at the floor "Bow!"

I did so unsteadily, not entirely sure whether I would actually be able to get back up afterwards, my 'burst' of adrenaline was starting to wane and I felt the need to collapse.

We knelt for what seemed like ten minutes before we were given permission to stand up.  Daugnir steadily stood, and started to recount some events, at least that's what I assumed he was talking about.  I slowly stood up, my limbs aching.  I bit my dry chapped lips and winced, they were sore and I knew if I felt the need to speak soon, or if I drank anything acidic or ate anything slightly seasoned with salt I would scream bloody murder.

"What is your name?" I looked up in surprise only just taking in King Thranduil, who was dressed to perfection, his robes obviously expensive made of heavy materials in vibrant colours.  His blonde hair seemed to be brushed to perfection, neatly braided to stay out of his face.  His eyes, however, were icy and radiated power and I felt my knees quiver.

I opened my mouth to reply, taking a deep breath only to wince in pain as my chapped lips cracked.  My body then convulsed in further wracking coughs, a combination of both the flu and my water deprived state adding up to, well this.  I put my hand up as if to offer a sorry, before I fell to my knees, my legs no longer able to support my body.

No one came to my aid, in fact they seemed to be watching my display in amusement and well, interest, apparently my suffering on the floor was something they had never seen before, and who was I not to continue.

I eventually stopped coughing, taking in large gulps of air in attempt to calm my body down.  I then sneezed, one, twice, three times.

I blinked back the tears that had formed in my eyes from the exertation and looked back up to the King who didn't seem amused, in fact her seemed slightly horrified.

"What is your name?" he questioned again and I forced my self not to roll my eyes or look at him disbelievingly.

Again I didn't answer, and this time there was audible muttering around the room, and the king got angrier, and started to glow brightly.  I cowered in fear, I may have whimpered as well.

"Her name is Cinderella, my liege."

The King glanced at Daugnir briefly before casting his heavy, intimidating gaze back at me "is this true?" I paused before nodding vigorously.

"And you are a spy." He stated causing me to frown in confusion, what was he talking about?

"I must admit, using women as spies seems below even the Necromancer's work but he does whatever he can."  Necromancer?  So, I was most definitely in Mirkwood, and the whole 'the hobbit' thing hadn't happened yet for Gandalf, Saruman and whoever else hadn't driven him out yet.

"Why he decided to clad you in a human whore's attire I do not know." I glowered, how dare he say such a thing!  I looked down at my nightdress, which was now stained by mud, grass and the general sludge of my previous prison.  I blushed when I realised the straps on either side has slowly eased themselves down my arms, almost to my elbows, and all to much flesh was showing, leaving nothing to the imagination, at least cleavage wise.  I hastily pulled them back up to their correct place on my shoulder before looking back at the king.

"You obviously do not agree" I obviously did not hold a natural talent for hiding my emotions in fact he seemed to be reading me like an open book "But I suppose if you have been brought up in such a way you know no different."

My chest burned with indignation and had I a voice to speak I would have spoken back quite harshly and probably have ended up with my head waiting to be sliced off.  As it was my punishment was just as nice a stay in one of their famous prisons, I was bursting with excitement.

"Take her away, we will question her further tomorrow."  Rapid Sindarin or maybe even Sylvan was fired over my head in quick succession and this time a new, very handsome elf took me away.

We continued along various corridors, my arm in a vice grip though I didn't notice after all I was busy marvelling over the subterranean hallways and rooms covered in bright tapestries and trees along with the tinkle of water from far away.

Eventually we arrived at a door, where I was stopped, glared at before the elf unlocked the large door and pushed me in, not harshly but not with care either, "My name is Edraithil, if you need anything do not hesitate to ask I will give you what I am allowed to.  First of all you will need clothes, you may" here he paused "like what you are wearing but it is unsuitable for your room it is quite cold."  I nodded slightly and was suddenly plunged into darkness as the door was closed and locked, Edraithil was going away.

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A/n Not much we can say other then a huge apology for having you wait so long.  We have both had conflicting schedules lately, exams and coursework have been piling up as it's the end of our year now (only 8 weeks left).  The good thing is all coursework has been completed now on Gwilwileth's side and Earedien, well I haven't but it shouldn't get in the way as I never do it anyway *coughs*

But to reviews…

Mayrana:  Yes, he's going to be in it.  Fanfiction's with all OC's are annoying to say the least- you read the fanfiction to hear abut the actual character, at least that's my personal opinion.

Candy:  If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise would it?

Rouge:  Thank you very much.

Elrohir lover:  Thank you on both accounts.

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