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.

36. Chapter 36

Author's Note: I would like to begin by thanking the newest addition to the favoriters/followers mariihamadeh and Bakeneko-sama as well as all of my commenters, favoriters, followers, and silent observers. Secondly I would like to say this: I know it's short. The next chapter will likely be much longer. It may take a while to write. The next one is the chapter that turns the story M. Ye have been warned.

In an instant everything had changed. The world spun and inverted while Himelon's feet left the ground. Icy air whipped through hair and fabric while the familiar sense of a fluttering stomach took hold. Nothing was solid and, even though the fall lasted only a few seconds, it seemed to be an eternity of chopped up images as the pair tumbled from the window to the snow bank below, and rolled out into a more flat area of the snow dusted forest. Thranduil had landed first. Sharp and with a thud that nearly knocked the wind out of him. What came next succeeded where the ground had failed. Only a few seconds behind the Elven King came a certain raven haired elf who landed directly on Thranduil's abdomen. It was the second impact that started the roll. No sooner had the starlight haired King let out a forced gasp did they start tumbling again. And when it was all over Thranduil found himself instinctively propped up on his hands and knees gasping for breath and coughing. At the moment he didn't care how ungraceful it may be. He just needed air. Not far away Himelon had found his way back to his feet and staggered slightly toward the other.

"Thranduil?" the raven haired ellon whispered gently as he laid a slender, cold hand on the starlight haired male's shoulder, "Are you hurt?" The concern was evident in Himelon's voice. He knew that he had fallen directly on the other and was fairly certain something in his own back had popped on impact, but Thranduil's coughing and shuddering breaths were of greater concern at the moment to him. No sooner had the hand been laid ever so gently on the blonde's shoulder had Thranduil taken grasp of it and yanked Himelon down to the ground.

"You," Thranduil half purred, half growled as he pinned the other face down in the snow, "are going to pay for that." The words had been whispered only a hair's breadth away from Himelon's ear and the threat sent gentle shivers along his spine.