Lúthien bit her lips aggressively, at his sudden attack. It was unfair. She saw Thranduil was smiling wickedly.

"Would you please?" His lips were drawing the victorious round-curved lines, and he turned his back to her.

Aye. She lose.

She was half, unconscious state. Lúthien knew that she must focus at healing Thranduil; but, his bare, hardened - muscular abdomen was gorgeous, and his hardened back was...

Lúthien gulped unnoticeably, and unwrapped his bandages, on his back.

Full of scars.

She gulped hardly. She heard that he was laughing, but she ignored. He must be thinking that she was still awed, and gulping by his, this gorgeous looks, but no.

She saw the long, white, thin deep scars was drawn on his back, messing her attentions to every thoughts of his deep wound. His back was literally messed with the scars. She moved her eyes to his opened wound again, and now she realized that why he was hiding his injuries at first.

This, long, deep wounded injury was nothing to him; because of the other ones were much more than that. On his left shoulder, there was short, but deepened cicatrics were shaped. She drawed her finger onto the medical ointment of healing the scars, and touched gently, tracing his every scars on his back quietly with her shaking fingers. He stirred at her sudden touches, but he let her to go on, to undisturb what she was doing.

Lúthien kept spread the bitter scented medicines on his back, every place, where the scars were. The solemn mutuality was crossing between the heavy air. Surely, she could never dare imagine about the life, how he lived; but not much like this. It showed that his life was rather more closed to the fire and brimstone, also with swords and weaponries, than splendid, and well - designed life of the Royal family. To protect his own people. But, alas! He failed at keeping his own family safely. That was the most ironical cruel fates of leader: protecting his people, but can't protect his own people. How Irony.

Exchanging his own beloved everything forcibly, withdrawing himself to protect them, burst into the lonesome burdened place. And left whole alone.

This, was the 'Mutual Truths' of powers of ruling, and the secrets, about the unwanted truths of the King, of the leader.

And, this was the truth of the POWER.

Lúthien thought bitterly. She finished healing his wounds. And she prayed silently, with her all heart.

'May the Valar's blessings would guard, and protect you.' She whispered. She wrapped his wounded back again. And she spoke bit cooly.

"You may wear your clothes, Thranduil. It's done!" She rose up, and put the medical healing herbs, and stuffs into her bag. As she speak a bit loudly, he just laughed lightly.

Lúthien was kept thinking about some gloomy things, which made herself feel pain; but she tried to erase that woe, and did think about her favourite things, that makes feel her more vividly alive.

She hummed the lovely tunes of her favourite songs. And yes, it did work. She chuckled with dreamy thoughts within her, and that makes enough to seem herself as unearthly, freewilling spirit, even to Thranduil.

"What makes you to laugh like that, on a sudden?" Thranduil asked with amused voice to Lúthien, who was now dancing gleefully; spinning around on her spot ridiculously, closing her eyes, in front of his nose.

Lúthien answered with dreaming voices, unconsciously. She chuckled brightly. "Well, I do not know; perhaps because of thinking about my favourite things, I guess? Do you want a join?" She offered her one hand gently, her other hand at her back, bowing to him playfully.

Thranduil's lip drawed a 'smirking smile' lines, gently. Why not.

He took her hand softly, and whispered to her. "I think that was the men's line, I remember." He chuckled.

"Oh, my lord Thranduil, there's no men, and women's works are seperated in here; at least not to me. If men could do, then so does women.

I can do men's, and women's both. And.." Lúthien lead him flawlessly, and glanced Thranduil, who was doing women's line perfectly.

Her warmed hazel eyes had met with his shining ocean eyes together, and soon their eye has drawed the shapes of the upside down crescent moon vividly.

"I think so could you. Look at you, you're already doing it wonderfully! Oh dear Eru, I never knew that this ellon could dance his switched lines perfectly! Who would ever know?" She glanced him with surprise. She literally laughed care freely.

Thranduil watched that her eyelines drew curved lines. He smiled quietly too. Who knew? That they would dance, switching their lines.

There was no music, nor starlights above them, but it was just enough with for their laughters.

For the first time, they threw their each burdens away, which weighed their shoulders heavily, from their hands. It was the first time, he laid his heavy weights of responsibilities as the king down, and just being himself, and laughed carefreely.

ooOoo

Thranduil looked around carefully, checking Lúthien was not here with him. He exhaled deeply, and found the spot where he had transported first. He tried to trace where any signs of magic that lead him to here, from the Dol-Guldur. Perhaps, there could be a connection between place by place. Then, it could be dangerous to her, moreover, to this area.

He inhaled deeply, and closed his eyes gravely. He sensed nothing, and thankfully there was no signs of any dangers, except the some strange light.

Yet, it wasn't strange at all. Rather familiar one.

The light came through the air, and stopped in front of him, and soon he knew why, he had felt familiar. Soon, the light grew more hugely, and turned into the forms of man. Thranduil smirked, and shook his head slightly. He spoke with lowered voice.

"So, after all this time, now you found me." He sneered wickedly.

"You... Ha," The tall silhouette of illusion sighed deeply, on his waist his hand was shuddering with between anger and relief, rubbed his eyes annoyingly.

"You're late, Celeborn."

The silver haired, and tall height of ellon was giving him a 'death glare' sharply.

"Can't you just please stop, being sassy for one moment? Huh? Have you gone mad, because of the wound at Dol-Guldur? Did you think that we would not worry you? WHY. DID YOU NOT. SEND. YOUR. SIGNAL, THAT. YOU'RE. ALIVE, YOU, BAS-"

Thranduil saw that Celeborn was clenching his jaw dangerously. He was pressing his anger, obviously. The smile had drawn upon Thranduil's face. He knew that he's speaking like that, but within those words, he knew there was also genuine concerns about his friend's safety, too. He felt sorry, and grateful together.

"Sorry, Ada." Thranduil smiled lightly, and he knew that would make his friend speechless.

"Where's my shy spring boy? And who's this disgusting autumn man? Ha... never mind..

Anyway, where are you now? Where's here?Seems like you're in the chamber; of course not yours. I have tried to track your traces, but.. some familiar power has already erased on it. Oh, don't avoid my looks, Thranduil. How will you come back? I was going to send Feren to you."

He saw that Celeborn was looking around the place, where he, more specifically, his vision, was standing on.

"I have no idea, either. I was unconscious state for three days, and it is today, that I now woke up from the bed."

"Then, wait- who's with you now? Who the Valar had take care you for? I think I must have to thank for saving my reckless mellon, and.. Thranduil, it can't be..."

Thranduil frowned at Celeborn's startled speechless eyes. What had he seen? He turned his back, to see what he was awed with, but when he did, there was nothing only but loneliness air which was so missed before.

"What were you looking at, mellon nîn. There's nothing."

"There was, and not what; it was who... never mind.." Celeborn murmured silently.

Thranduil ignored his friend's oddity, and kept continued his words. There was no more times, for spending like this. He must seek the way, to return.

"Celeborn, I have to return. There must be more attacks, by some orcs, or uruks from the Isengard. Yes, - the Dol-Guldur has destroyed, but not the rest of the others. We would not know when will the evils of darkness ambush us again. And, I have lost enough."

"Can you exactly tell me where you are? I will ask Elrond for aid."

"I think I'm at in the domains of the lost realm of Arnor,"

"Oh - not there again.."

"No, it isn't."

Thranduil turned his back, sighing. And as he heard the firm voice, which was softened, but it was strict.

"Here's not the Arnor. And, as you expected, my answers as healer, would be, NO." Lúthien said firmly, in the darkness. Which makes enough to frightened at suddenness, but when she lights of her chamber again, she had not found out the strange blurring light.

Thranduil thanked for his friend's prompt decision. He did not want to blush his faces with this problem with her. He only just want one thing: no more losing his own beloved people, which makes him to shut his heart and life from the other's, from the world.

"Lúthien, I know what you have done for me, and I am very grateful with that your kindness; which is I can not delay my departure from here."

"Do what you will, aran nín, but after your wound has healed, or at least sealed. My point is only that. Forgive me for being overeacting. But I do insist you to please take care for your own sake too, Thranduil." Lúthien's eyes were pleading, with worrying. She barely knew what costs with the crown, but strangely she thought that could help this wandering ellon. So this was why, she took cared about for him, more than the other.

Lúthien handed him the two, silvery swords, which were sheathed in it's cover, and gently strode to outside of her room.

"I think you could use my chamber for now; as I don't have the another guest rooms or some of that." As she walked away from him, the only one word from this strange ellon, halted her.

"Lúthien... Hannon le..."

She did not turn herself, but she smirked silently, and responded at his words sacrilegiously.

"Lost mae, hîr nín. Staying in here, doesn't mean that I would not ask for your help while you're with me." As she came out from her chamber, she could hear that he was chuckling lightly.

She scoffed at her words too. But as his laughter echoed in her ears, she had to move her steps away hurriedly.

She grasped her chest desperately. It was choking at for some reason; which she does not know about.

Lúthien... Hannon le... His last words made her heart in pain. Lúthien, was that your truthful heart? Was the reason that you cared about him, who you only met for four days, just for the thought that you might could help him?

"Maybe not.." She mumbled.

ooOoo

The beeping sounds were only that she could hear again. Smoking was filling with the forests again, and also her sights, to blur. And someone was crying painfully again. Again. It was him. And he was alone, again. The dead burnt bodies, which had turned into the ashes, and with someone who was in his arms tightly, with no lifes within.

And death, and fire again.

Again, he was crying.

Again, he was standing along in the fire.

Again,

She was crying. Lúthien bit her lips aggressively, and ran outside, insanely. She came out from her couch, and ran outside, through the door, and ran.

"Why, why!!" Why Eru, why me! Who the arda is he!! Why he is always in the flames! And who this man, who's driving me insanely!!

Lúthien sobbed. The moan, which was borne from the tears had grew more aloud painfully. She screamed madly. Her heart was profoundly whimpering at this nonsense.

"Who the hell are you... AAAAAHHH!!!!" She screamed, and sobbed aggressively. Who are you!!!! Why are you making me so hurt this much?!!!

"Why are you crying even at in the fire.. Why are you not running away..." Please don't do this to me, Ilúvatar.. I am very vulnerable to carry this. I am weak.

"Who are you.." Lúthien recalled her dreams again.

A/N: SORRY, I'M LATE. But thanks for patiently waiting! And always thanks for reading my story!

Sindarin translations

Hannon le - thank you

Lost mae - Sleep well

hîr nín - my lord