"I am Thranduil."

Lúthien halted her minds, and turned to backward, where the voice was lowly whispering. What on the earth-

Thranduil was there. He was watching her with calmed eyes, not as she thought. His face was telling nothing but, just plain answer at her crying out.

"What," Lúthien glared him with teary eyes. How could she even do not notice, that he was following: she was being tracked.

"What are you speaking."

"You asked me; Who are you. So I answered at that. I am Thranduil."

He was annoyingly not speaking any of this, to her. He, definitely would know that wasn't asking to him. If he knew that she didn't realise that she was followed; and it seems he does know that.

"It wasn't asking to you, though, this is not your business. Did you follow me?" Lúthien sneered. This wasn't his' any of concerns.

"I only heard the someone's wailing indifferently, and I eventually learned that was you, which is why I'm here."

"Are you not going to ask me? It would be very hard to see the Eldar, who's crying like a lunatic madness." Lúthien stabbed herself with harshest words, but it was him, whose face was more wounded than hers, surprisingly. She saw that he was not frowning, but his eyes were grieving.

"Please don't speak like that. If you were that lunatic madness, like as you said, then you won't save me at first, and you would rather kill me, at first sight; not only just laying your sword at my neck." Thranduil moved his steps one by one, gradually to her, who was avoiding him.

"Can I trust you?" Lúthien slowly eased from her distrust to him, and her pain also.

"I am not going to insist you to; I will not ask you should must, just as I trusting you."

Lúthien bit her lips, and glanced his eyes, which she was now looking at properly. Thranduil gave his one hand, and he waited for.

Lúthien watched him, whose hand was now waiting for her, to take. And she walked closely, to him; not running away, in this time.

And in the shadow, there was not only one hand, but two.

ooOoo

Lúthien glanced at her side, which was now there Thranduil was walking along with her. He did ask nothing. Only just but with peaceful moods. And that makes her for more looking him in curiosities.

Thranduil turned his eyes to her; to the elleth, who he was grabbing her hand, and now walking side by side, together. He chuckled, and asked.

"Why are you kept looking at me?"

Lúthien saw that his eyes were curving like crescent moon, when he smiled. It was true. All elven lords were truly beautiful. And for him, the sweetness was more fitted than beautiful. wait- did I just say, that he's sweet?

"You are very peculiar, Thranduil." Avoiding his sweet eyes, she continued. And she regretted what she just spit it out to him. Oh Valar! Peculiar? Lúthien what have you done?!

Thranduil laughed brightly. With smiling deeply, which seemed very amused at her words.

"I will take that as compliment, my lady."

"Why are you not asking me about my crying?" She genuinely wanted to know why.

"Why did you not ask about my scars on my back, nor my wounds at first when I met you?" He asked her back, gently smiling.

"Because it was scar. I did not want to ask you about for the past, which-" you already had suffered, and still. Lúthien realized, and looked up for him with amazed gazes, for knowing what he was implying.

He nodded silently, smiling. When they have reached at her house, he spoke warmly.

"Sometimes, it is quite very thankfull that I have scars. Which is I could understand the others."

And he took her hand, which he was still holding, not releasing, and kissed on.

"May the Evenstar's blessings would be with you."

And that night, Thranduil was secretly kept being with her together, until he saw that she had fallen asleep deeply, and the smile was drawn upon her face lightly.

"You know what, Lúthien? You're peculiar as much as I am." He whispered gently, more closed to murmuring, smiling softly.

"I utterly agree with that: 'peculiar as much as I am'."

Thranduil stood, and returned his face to his back, where the scoring sound was coming from.

"Galadriel." As he followed the voice, there was graceful elleth was standing in front of him, much white, and pure, and unrefined as her white dress, and circlet on her head.

"I heard that you are very much alive, my friend." She was solemn, but her eyes were not. Very much of mischiefs inside, as she finally smiled.

"And you must heard that false information, from Celeborn." He smirked. This elleth's true point was much harder to figure than his old friend (well, she still was one of his old friend, too). He always was rather more used to understand speaking plainly, and directly.

"Oh, don't be so mean, Thranduil. I didn't mean offence." Galadriel smiled helplessly.

"What is it, Galadriel." Thranduil harshly spoke to her. She always was treated him very softly, when she wants to him something to be done.

"You are still such a impatient one, mellon nîn. Just as a millennia ago."

"I'm not well enough, as to listen for your teasing words, Galadriel. What do you want from me, speak plainly."

Thranduil saw that her face was still even, but only her voice was changing.

"Stay there."

"I'm sorry, what?" He frowned, and repeating her words in his mouth silently with disbelief.

"Stay there, Thranduil." Galadriel was now speaking genuinely.

"Don't be ridiculous, Galadriel. I have my son, and realm; people to protect. Are you asking me to hide in here safely, while my people, and my only family dying out of there, by foe?"

"Which is why I'm speaking you in like this. You shall return, when time is right."

This was unfunny.

"When?" He hissed. His friend was now speaking non senses to him. Thranduil glared at her dangerously. If she speaks something-

"When you've retrieved something, you had lost before."

"Galadriel!" He tried to press her anger, but he suddenly felt that he shouldn't have to. He helplessly smirked silently, alone in darkness. He watched the empty spot, where there was light, before.

Where the light has been, now there was filling within the new shines of dawn.