A/N: Hey y'all! This is short, but I *do* want to get to the good stuff...
I just had a wonderful breakthrough with this story, I'm sure you'll like
where it's going!
Disclaimer: I own Larien, and the pretty portrait of Thranduil's wife! Yay!
Chapter 16:
Silent minutes passed, and Thranduil felt Galadriel poking through his thoughts.
"Thranduil, you have to get a hold of yourself." Galadriel told Thranduil after another silent minute passed. "It is destiny that your son wed the human. I looked into my mirror and I saw a son. A son with the beauty of his mother, and the strength of his father."
A son... a beautiful son who would save the world. Thranduil turned to face Galadriel's mystical eyes. "What do I do?" He asked like a confused child.
"Give your consent. Let them be happy, if you do not let them marry and share a bond, it will surely mean their deaths, for they share a deep love already. Their death, especially the death of the human, would mean the destruction of Middle Earth." The Lady of Lothlórien advised.
Thranduil stood up and started for the door. "I will go and give them my approval. I have not been wise to not tell them immediately of what I think."
Galadriel gave him an encouraging smile. "Go and rest, I do not think they should be interrupted tonight." She told him wisely.
Thranduil bowed to her, but was pondering the warning all the way back to the royal wing. He was about to forget the warning and tell them, when he heard his son moan in rapture. He froze with his hand touching the doorknob. Silently, he tried to open the door, but it was locked. Another moan, this time from Larien, wafted through the door.
Thranduil stood in a state of shock. He certainly *hoped* that they weren't doing what he was thinking they were. Quietly, he opened his own door down the hallway and slipped in his room. He unclothed himself and lay down in his bed.
Yes, his son would wed the human woman. He now knew that they were inseparable.
He glanced up at the large painting of a beautiful elf. She was smiling and she had a baby sleeping in her arms. Her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders and her brown eyes shone. There was an intricate tiara on her head, and, like her ring, it shone with beautiful emerald stones. It was the portrait of his wife, right after she had given birth to Legolas. This was the only portrayal that did justice to her, showing her not only as a wonderful queen, but also a caring mother.
Thranduil blew out the only candle still lit in the room, throwing it into semi-darkness, leaving him to sleep alone, again.
A/N: Again, I apologize for the short chappy, but with five reviews, the next one'll be up in no time!! (HINT: FIVE REVIEWS!!)
Disclaimer: I own Larien, and the pretty portrait of Thranduil's wife! Yay!
Chapter 16:
Silent minutes passed, and Thranduil felt Galadriel poking through his thoughts.
"Thranduil, you have to get a hold of yourself." Galadriel told Thranduil after another silent minute passed. "It is destiny that your son wed the human. I looked into my mirror and I saw a son. A son with the beauty of his mother, and the strength of his father."
A son... a beautiful son who would save the world. Thranduil turned to face Galadriel's mystical eyes. "What do I do?" He asked like a confused child.
"Give your consent. Let them be happy, if you do not let them marry and share a bond, it will surely mean their deaths, for they share a deep love already. Their death, especially the death of the human, would mean the destruction of Middle Earth." The Lady of Lothlórien advised.
Thranduil stood up and started for the door. "I will go and give them my approval. I have not been wise to not tell them immediately of what I think."
Galadriel gave him an encouraging smile. "Go and rest, I do not think they should be interrupted tonight." She told him wisely.
Thranduil bowed to her, but was pondering the warning all the way back to the royal wing. He was about to forget the warning and tell them, when he heard his son moan in rapture. He froze with his hand touching the doorknob. Silently, he tried to open the door, but it was locked. Another moan, this time from Larien, wafted through the door.
Thranduil stood in a state of shock. He certainly *hoped* that they weren't doing what he was thinking they were. Quietly, he opened his own door down the hallway and slipped in his room. He unclothed himself and lay down in his bed.
Yes, his son would wed the human woman. He now knew that they were inseparable.
He glanced up at the large painting of a beautiful elf. She was smiling and she had a baby sleeping in her arms. Her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders and her brown eyes shone. There was an intricate tiara on her head, and, like her ring, it shone with beautiful emerald stones. It was the portrait of his wife, right after she had given birth to Legolas. This was the only portrayal that did justice to her, showing her not only as a wonderful queen, but also a caring mother.
Thranduil blew out the only candle still lit in the room, throwing it into semi-darkness, leaving him to sleep alone, again.
A/N: Again, I apologize for the short chappy, but with five reviews, the next one'll be up in no time!! (HINT: FIVE REVIEWS!!)