"Wake up!" the words seemed to echo around in the darkness for everywhere, "Do I have to drag you out myself?" the question was accented with a sharp shoving sensation. As the scene unfolded from the blackness the first sight was milky white of a soft blanket. From beneath the silken fabric a head of starlight hair peeked. It was followed by an, all too sleep-dazed, porcelain face accented with ice blue eyes. With a small groan the starlight haired male began to scan the white room for his attacker only to find he was face down on the strong wooden floor! Stunned he shot to his feet and whirled to search the immediate area.
"Oh good! You're awake." The same voice from before called from the corner opposite the starlight haired male's current position. He spun quickly to catch a glimpse of the individual speaking. All the came into view was the view of raven hair and silver clothes. Yet he knew the other. The image was unclear and yet so familiar. The raven haired male moved slowly to lay a hand on his shoulder.
"Well get dressed," he spoke with a chuckle, "Or did you forget that I'm going to show you the harbor today?" The starlight haired male wanted to speak. But he never could manage to hear his own words. His mouth moved as he dressed in a sliver tunic and black pants per usual. The cool marble the was intermingled with the wood of his home comforted his feet as he returned to face the blurred visage of the raven haired male. Silently they walked side by side down through the extravagantly carved building and into the open grassy area that would, eventually, transition into the sea sand.
"Can't catch me!" the raven haired male laughed as he shoved the starlight haired male in the side before tearing off toward the sea. He gave chase coming ever so close to grabbing the individual in front of him, yet all his fingers found was the gentle caress of black hair. For hours they ran through the grass darting in and out of sparse groups of trees or particularly tall grass. Always the raven haired male was just a finger's breath away. Teasing and never reaching. It was wonderful though. The starlight haired male felt the deep hearted laughs tearing from his throat through his whole being and got the sense he had never been happier. As grass gave way to sand the blonde lunged forward through the air in a leap.
"Mine!" he shouted as his body made contact with silver cloth and ebony locks. They fell with a squeal tangling fabric and limbs as they rolled down the dunes to the edge of the sweet blue water. As the cool waves brushed against them the blonde sighed softly pulling the other male into a tight embrace.
"Mine." he uttered again much more softly this time. A heartfelt laugh from the raven haired male in his arms sent shivers up and down his spine. For a time they just laid there where sand met the sea content to never move again it seemed. By the time the starlight haired male sat up to move the sun was low in the sky. As he turned his eyes back ahead of him the blonde found himself standing near a harbor with thousands of silver ships waiting to sail free. The frame was pure white birch wood adorned with gems of moonlight and starlight while the sails were an elegant grey fabric the glistened against the reflection of the water. As he looked at them the starlight haired male felt a pang of sorrow and fear deep in his core.
"I sail East at dawn," the softly spoken statement was like thunder in the blonde's ears, "Our paths will likely not cross again." The starlight haired male wanted to grab hold of the other, command him to stay, or even go with him. The raven haired male's words were like acid but as his hand reached for the other blackness enveloped him once more.
Ice blue eyes shot open to reveal an intricately carved wooden ceiling. He laid in a large soft bed with red silk sheets and over-fluffed pillows. The air smelled of pine and gardenia flowers. His eyes roamed the large room that was all too familiar. Stone and wood wove together to make a solid yet elegant structure with two large doors carved in images depicting the history of the woodland realm as the only way in an out. He tried to quell his panic by closing his eyes and breathing deeply.
"Only a dream." he muttered to himself as he started to drift back into the world of sleep. "My King?" the question came softly and almost fearfully from a small female voice in the doorway, "Are you awake?" His eyes snapped open again at the sound. The sudden movement all the golden haired she-elf needed as permission before stepping completely across the threshold of the door. She was small for an elf and carried fresh white towels in her left hand while skillfully balancing a meal in the other. She wore a simple pale blue dress which her golden hair framed perfectly. The King rose silently from the bed and glided over to a solid mahogany dresser and mirror in the left corner of the room near a large window. From atop the dresser he carefully picked up the woven wood crown adorned with red berries and green leaves that had not to long ago belonged to his father.
"It's yours now Thranduil," he thought bitterly to himself. It had been only 50 years ago that he had inherited the crown and now he was being plagued with dreams that quickly turned to nightmares. He knew them to be memories but they were ones that he did not wish to remember. Not yet. Not now. Pushing the window open he closed his eyes as a small breeze heavy with the scent of the various flowers and trees in Greenwood flowed in and tousled his long starlight locks. Taking in a deep breath the Elven King took notice that it was nearly midday.
"Why was I not woken sooner?" Thranduil questioned the golden haired she-elf who was now busy laying out a long silver tunic and black pants next to newly polished silver boots, "Did you realize it was midday?" The eleth squeaked and jumped softly in surprise at the sudden address and demand to explain herself.
"I thought my lord would like to rest a bit longer," she responded quietly, "You've been having nightmares recently…" she trailed of looking down at the floor. It was true he'd been sleeping uneasily and he had snapped at her a few times for bringing it up. With the loss of his father and the strange dreams Thranduil's patience and temper had been wearing thin.
"Thank you." the Elven King spoke softly with a sigh as he glided passed her toward the large bathing pool in one of the adjourning rooms, "I have been sleeping poorly as of late." As he sunk into the warm water Thranduil couldn't help but wonder why he kept dreaming of Valinor and the raven haired elf male. It was ordinarily in one's early youth that their memories of the time before would return to them. For him they never had and now they wouldn't leave him be. Nothing was ever clear and it was frustrating to say the least. With a sigh he tried to put his dreams as far away from his thoughts as possible. Certainly there was something more important in his kingdom to think on. With that Thranduil rose and headed off to get dressed and finish grooming himself for the day.