"You have to listen to me! When I tell you to stay in your room, then stay in it!" yelled Thranduil. He had dragged me in to his room. It was everything a king's room should be, but I had no time to admire it. Thranduil was beyond furious. "You didn't tell me to stay in my room! You left me alone," I fought back. Thranduil was silent as he watched me with a spiteful look. "You said you were a dwarf." He inhaled deeply as if "dwarf" was a curse word. "But I am one," I said. He looked at me and said "Not fully, no. You have to choose, which one to you want to be." I almost started laughing as I asked "Choose? Are you mad?" Thranduil only nodded, as he said "Yes, choose. You are to be the queen of Mirkwood. Do you really think a dwarf would be suitable?" I couldn't take it. Why would he say such things? Were the dwarves really that spiteful. "So you hate me?" I asked. The Elven-King seemed to be in a deep shock. He told me he could never hate me. He was honest but I could only think about his hate towards dwarfs. "Why do you hate the dwarfs so much?" I asked. Thranduil then said "They are thieves." I sighed, it was impossible to talk with an elf. I wished he would accept me with my dwarvish blood but it seemed out of the question. I didn't know what to do.

In the next few weekends Thranduil did the best to make me happy. He was worried for that I had not laughed for a long time. It never occured to him that his words had hurted me and asking me to leave behind my dwarven heritage was something I could not do. I didn't feel like laughing. I was nervous. I had always thought that the Starlight event was far behind but it kept coming closer. Soon the whole world will know and all the dwarves. I was lucky my father wasn't alive. It would have shocked him, maybe even caused him a heart-attack. His own daughter with an elf. But I was an elf too. I couldn't decide if I should abandon one side of me or should I fight back and stay true to my beliefs, if I was friends with both of the races, then why couldn't Thranduil? He gave me presents daily. Mostly they were diamonds, rubines, all sort of jewels but sometimes he would bring me roses, daisyies. He told me they reminded him of me. In his best days I liked him. Thranduil would tell me stories, what had happened for that he was wise and had lived far longer than I had. He always talked fondly of Legolas, but Thranduil was troubled. Legolas had fallen in love with the king's guard, Tauriel. I hadn't talked much to the elleth but she seemed to be as reckless as I was. She was good in fighting. I had tried too to talk sense in to Thranduil, but he still wouldn't let me fight. Nobody would. For them I was not ready. Thranduil had laughed and said "How can somebody so small be good in fighting?"

In his worst days I didn't want to be close to him. The spiders Legolas had talked about kept coming. Tauriel did many trips with other elves to get rid of them but it never helped. In those days Thranduil ordered me to stay in my own room or more likely forced me there. He would always apologize later but it didn't helped. I still felt like a prisoner. They did caught some prisoners from time to time, orcs. He would always torture them and then look at me as if it was nothing, a daily routine perhaps. I knew he had to be like that, because he was the king but this was taking it too far.

A few days before the Starlight celebrations I was ordered to go in to my room once more. On my way there I heard two elven maids talking about dwarves lost in the forest. I was shocked and tried to ask them more but the guards escorting me dragged me back in to my room. Why would there be dwarves in the forest? Luckily a maid came to bring me food. I asked her, what all the fuss was about. I could tell she was told to be silent but I begged her. She said that some dwarves had been found in the forest and Thranduil took them captive, then she left. I was shocked. Could he really do something like that, was he really that evil? I walked to my balcony only to realise there was nobody, no guards, nothing. I climbed down. It was high but I made it thanks to the vines. The only place I knew where to find Thranduil was his throne. There were guards before the bridge, that lead to the throne. They were shocked to see me there and tried to take me away from there but I yelled "Thranduil!" I started to yell curse words in dwarvish for that I knew it would drag Thranduil's attention and it did. He asked the guards to let me through. I noticed a tall dwarf standing before the throne. His face show suprise when he noticed me. Thranduil walked up to me, then looked at the dwarf and said "See? Even somebody from your own kin doesn't want anything to do with dwarves." I wanted to say he was wrong but Thranduil whispered to my ear "Silent or he will die!" I remained quiet while the dwarf regained his voice. When he did, he said in a low voice "She is no dwarf." Thranduil smirked and said "Oh but he has dwarven blood in her, Thorin Oakenshield." I was shocked as I heard his name. Thorin Oakenshield was the heir to the throne in Erebor, he was the King Under the Mountain every dwarf respected. Thranduil then asked me to leave. I didn't even fight back but as I left I heard Thorin say "So you do everything an elf asks you to do? Pity." I stopped for a brief moment to look back at him. I was about to say no, when Thranduil said "Ofcourse she does. We are married after all."

I started crying as soon as I made it to my room. I had embarrased myself in front of the most important dwarf. He was a born leader. My father had always talked fondly of him. Even in his young age he had been amazing in fighting. He was a king. I must admit, he was handsome. He had long dark curles and a built of a true warrior. I had always thought the elves to be too slim. He was captivating from the first sight. And yet here I was, getting married to his enemy. I was surprised for that Thranduil had said we are already married. Thorin looked as if he had been hit with a warhammer, I guess your own kin betraying you is not exactly the nicest thing.