Of Ice And Starlight

by TimeTraveler2233.00

In a time before the dragon had claimed Erebor and Greenwood was still vibrant, an old forgotten elf may change the fate of a king or two. This is is me. Playing with an idea and an AU involing and OC. No violence toward the author or fellow readers please. I may change the rating later though. Changed rating to "T" just in case for the upcomming chapters.

35. Chapter 35

Author's note: I'm not dead yet I promise! Just got sucked up by college and BOFA is all...speaking of which, we're going to take the tack of "The story is set before Smaug so BOFA doesn't apply...at least not yet...maybe...I don't know." Anyway, enjoy this little tid-bit to say I'm not dead yet!

Snow. It was nearly winter solstice and there was snow everywhere. Many of the Silvan elves had taken to remaining inside if they could help it while of few of the visiting Sindar elves couldn't seem to be kept out of it. Himelon was among the snow obsessed. More than once Thranduil or a guard had found the raven haired ellon passed out in the snow or half covered in a newly fallen snow drift from sleeping outside. At first this had been very alarming to the Elven King. Most elves, despite their seeming imperviousness to the cold, found being cold exceedingly undesirable. Himelon on the other hand, was always cold and seemed to become ever livelier the colder he, and the weather, became. The starlight haired king had been initially worried this might be a sign of illness. After speaking with the visiting Lord Elrond however, Thranduil had discovered that was just who Himelon was. He was born to be of ice and starlight.

On this day in particular though, the raven haired elf male was plotting how in properly introduce a certain Elven King to snow and ice. From observing Thranduil's careful movements to avoid getting more than ankle deep in snow, Himelon had figured the Elven King had perhaps never really been properly introduced. As far as the raven haired elf was concerned, snow and cold were comfort and safety. Not something to be avoided. And so the plotting had begun. Once Thranduil had slipped off to his private bathing chambers Himelon made a point of taking all of the Elven King's fabric so there would be nothing left to cover up with. After properly hiding it Himelon had placed himself firmly on the window sill with a simple silver sleeping robe in hand and waited for the emergence of the none too pleased Thranduil.

"What sort of stupid servant thinks it's okay to take my clothes!" the exclamation of the Elven King had been punctuated by the aggressive flinging open of the doors to his private bathing chambers. Continuing to rant aggressively Thranduil hadn't taken notice of the raven haired ellon smirking at him as he rummaged around the room for something to wear.

"Looking for something?" Himelon's soft voice had ripped through Thranduil's agitated haze as he stiffened and slowly shuffled around the nearest chair to hide his lower half. Thranduil had been surprisingly careful to shield himself to spare the other all of the details. In response to Thranduil's furrowed brow and white knuckle grip on the chair, he received delicate and melodious laughter. It was the first time since meeting the raven haired ellon that Thranduil had seen him smile and laugh like that. It was mirthful and Himelon looked…playful. Yet another first for the Elven King.

"So you took them." Thranduil half sighed with a tilt of his head and an ever more furrowed brow, "Why exactly?" Part of the starlight haired male thought he knew why, but the rest was eager to know.

"Because I want to show you something," Himelon chuckled as he threw the thin silver sleeping robe into Thranduil's grasp. No sooner had Thranduil slipped the material on had Himelon led him over to a wide open window. The cold air from outside made the Elven King's skin turn slightly pink and he instinctively reached to close the window.

"Why exactly would I need to be nude to see this?" Thranduil's tone had become rather agitated again and Himelon's own grasp thwarting his attempt to close the window wasn't helping things.

"Not to see it," Himelon grinned as he turned Thranduil around and sat him down of the window sill, "To experience it." Before Thranduil could even get a breath to speak in, the raven haired ellon's pale hand had made contact with his broad chest and the starlight haired male was falling backwards. In a mass of rather undignified flailing and a small sharp gasp Thranduil had managed to grab onto a sleeve of ebony fabric and before Himelon could process what was happening, he too found himself being pulled out the window and down to the snow below.