I haven't updated for a while. Lots pf stuff going on. But i did not want to keep you waiting any longer. So here is a short chapter that will helps the understanding of the relationship between Legolas, Thranduil and Eveena. As you will undesrtand...the conversation between them is...unfinished.

Unfinished

"I am your husband and your king, you will do as I say. No more of this rebellious act. I know what you have been doing Eveena, and you are dumb if you think for one second I haven't been more than patient with you. This time is over! Do you understand what I am saying girl?"

Girl...I'm not a girl anymore. Pointing that out right now wasn't the best of ideas though. I could feel his anger on the grip he had of my upper arms. Although he was sort of asking a question, i figured he didn't really want an answer for real, he was more in a tantrum monologue than anything. My eyes were locked with his, my arms still holding that book pressed against my chest.

"From now on, you will come everyday to diner unless I, not a maid, I tell you otherwise. Am i clear? You will dress formal for the occasion each night. I am also tired of this secluded thing going on, you will be strolling the courts gardens from now on, your private gardens are forbidden to you. I will have a guard posted there everyday to make sure you never step foot again unless I give specific order to. You will interact with the ladies of my court and do your duty as a Queen."

I never thought he would be so pissed off. That was, how can I say, very unusuall. I could put up with this for a while, until his anger diminished a bit, than he will stop taking this so seriously and let me skip dinner once in a while, stroll my gardens once in a while and than he will forget those rules he put up. I knew Thranduil, he had so much on his mind. To be honest, he was frightening me a bit right now. I just nodded and deviated my gaze towards the ground. His grip loosened a bit, most likely his frown wouldn't be as obvious as when he entered. His voiced was a bit softer this time around. I can tell he was ready for a real fight, but that didn't go exactly as he planned.

"Did you eat supper here?" I shook my head indicating no, still not looking at the king.

"I haven't eaten anything yet."

A knock was heard at the door and Thranduil finally released my upper arms slowly turning towards the sound.

"Mother are you in here?"

Legolas' voice eased the tension between us, but the silence kept the both of us on edge, I hadn't answered yet and could tell Thranduil was waiting for words to come out of my mouth.

"Yes...my prince...was there something you needed?" I didn't know really what was appropriate to say in the presence of Thranduil but at the same time in a very unofficial situation. Although Thranduil made no comments, I could tell his shoulder stiffened a little and his head tilted to the right lightly. Well "my prince" was obviously unacceptable right now. The sound of the hesitation in Legolas' voice was more than obvious.

"Well...no...not really...nevermind...I just would have liked if you undid my hair for the night...I...I mean...I haven't seen you in a while and..." He didn't get to finish his sentence that the king had crossed the room in less than five long strech and was opening the door. There was surprise in the eyes of Legolas but mostly happiness to see his dad and I.

"Father! I'm sorry I hadn't realize you were with mother."

"Its fine son. We were just talking, in fact I was about to order fruits and chocolate since your mother hasn't eaten yet. Want some?" The young prince nodded fervently and waltzed into the room. When he caught sight of me clutching my book to my chest, knuckles white from the pressure applied to it and my unreadable gaze lowered to the ground, he halted his movements.

"Mother? You all right?" I lifted my eyes and met Legolas' first. A fake smile made his way to my lips.

"Of course. Come sit on the chair." Thranduil locked eyes with me once again but this time I could not really tell what was going on in his head. I put down my book on the table adjacent to the chair Legolas currently occupied, my hands trembling a little. Although the king saw it, he made no comments on it and simply left in a rustling of fabric. I knew he woud be back in less than a minute, he only nteeded time to find a maid or a guard to rely the order to.

I turned to the young prince and affaired my hands with undoing the tresses that rested around his head. Legolas was holding his brush in his hand, waiting patiently. I wonder how Thranduil's first wife was. Even though his son inherited mostly his fathers features, he did not ressemble him in character. I can only imagine how kind, gentle and beautiful she was. Obviously I probaby wasn't even close to that or the king wouldn't have done what he did, or said what he said to me. The young prince kept talking about his archery practice with his father today, what interesting book the scholars gave him to read about the people of middle earth.

I did not hear the King coming in the room for I was deep in thoughts, runing my fingers in the golden locks in front of me. I took the prince's brush and finished detangling his hair. When I felt his breath over my shoulder or the warmth emanating from his body, I stiffened once again.

"What did you learn in this particular book you are speaking about?" Obviously Legolas knew his father had been back for a while since he answered right away, as if his monologue hadn't even been interrupted.

"Well, i did learn about the Shire and the Hobbits, which you have rarely spoken of father." He than went about those said Hobbits which his father added information once in a while.

" Is their Hobbits where you come from mother?"

I hesitated for a while, not really wanting to get into this father and son conversation but the cold gaze the king was giving me made words comeout of my mouth in haste.

"No. I hadn't even heard of them before arriving in your father's kingdom."

"Oh."

I gave him back his brush and went in front of my mirror to undo my own tresses while they were eating.

"Legolas, it's time for bed. Go on, I'll come by your room in a little while." The prince nodded and exit the room, but not before wishing me good night which I reciprocated, rising from my chair to offer him a little curtesy. I sat back down in front of said mirror and went back to work. I heard Thranduil lock the door once again and saw his imposing figure behind me through the glass. He halted my now trembling hands with his larger one and undid my elaborate tresses letting my long chestnut locks fall on my shoulder.

"You did not eat."

"No."

"Why?"

"I prefer eating later, before I go to bed." His hand halted for a second and resumed their work.

"You seem a bit distant from my son, may I inquire why?"

"..."

"The way you two behave in private is...unusual for a mother and a son."

"He is growing into a young ellon, he is not a child anymore." What I did not say was that he was growing into the futur king and that I did not know anymore if he was suppose to be my child or if he was to order me around like a mere servant in a couple of years, just like his father was doing. Silence filled the room.

"I expect you at diner tomorrow, and the days after as well." With that said he released my hair and let his hand linger on my bare shoulder for a while.

"As you wish my king."

"I will not tolerate disobedience this time around Eveena." I knew he meant business and I knew what his wrath could be. He left without another word and finally I could breath properly and didn't need to walk on burning coal anymore.