Tharwen held Thranduil who curled into a ball on her lap. He wasn't asleep, just looking at her longingly and sadly, playing with her hair that fell over her shoulders.

"It feels like we're little again, doesn't it?" He asked softly.

"We'll always be children at heart."

"Yes. You'll always be my little sister right?" He asked, twirling her hair in between two fingers, with wide, innocent eyes.

Tharwen smiled gently down at Thranduil.

He looked so vulnerable and scared, Tharwen kissed his forehead softly and hugged him closer, whispering in his ear. "I'll always be your little baby sister Thrandy. No matter what happens."

"I love you." Thranduil said smiling, half braiding Tharwens hair.

"I love you too."

There was a small silence before Thranduil spoke up again.

"Remember when we used to fool around, and you promised if you never met your One, you would love me?" He asked, sitting up so he could rest his head on Tharwen's shoulder.

"Yes I do, and I meant it."

"You told me, that you told Thorin you couldn't love any other race... Why did you tell him that?"

"Because I didn't want to tell him I did not love him. It's not fair for him, to love me when my heart does not return his feelings." She said, leaning back with Thranduil still resting against her shoulder and staring up at the ceiling, well she would, if she could see.

"You lied to him."

"It's better than what would have happened, with Dharwen dead, there's no one the Kiz'lan can attempt to attack. If I grow too attached to them now, I'll lose them. I'm doing this to keep everyone safe." She said, leaning her head against his.

"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight,
Not a footprint to be seen.
A kingdom of isolation,
And it looks like I'm the Queen.

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside,
Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried.

Don't let them in, don't let them see,
Be the good girl you always have to be.
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know,
Well, now they know.

Let it go, let it go,
Can't hold it back anymore.
Let it go, let it go,
Turn away and slam the door.

I don't care,
What they're going to say.
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway.

It's funny how some distance.
Makes everything seem small,
And the fears that once controlled me.
Can't get to me at all.

It's time to see what I can do,
To test the limits and break through.
No right, no wrong, no rules for me,
I'm free.

Let it go, let it go,
I am one with the wind and sky.
Let it go, let it go,
You'll never see me cry.

Here I stand,
And here I'll stay,
Let the storm rage on.

My power flurries through the air into the ground.
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around.
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast,
I'm never going back,
The past is in the past.

Let it go, let it go,
When I'll rise like the break of dawn.
Let it go, let it go,
That perfect girl is gone.

Here I stand,
In the light of day.
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway."

She sang softly, the room soon shining with a soft bright glow.

"Your magic." Thranduil said watching, softly gasping as swirls simmered on the wall infront off them, leaving patterns carved into the walls.

Tharwen slung an arm around Thranduil, eyelids dropping low and a small smile playing on her lips.

"Is it beautiful brother?" She asked him.

"Yes it is, just like you." He complimented.

Tharwen closed her eyes, the magic and Thranduil's presence brought back memories, emotions and a sense of security.

"You have to be careful. This fight could might as well kill you." Dharwen whispered to her with a worried expression etched onto his face.

"I'll be allright, if anything happens I know when to shift." She replied.

He cupped her face and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. "I could never live with myself if you got hurt." He pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close.

"We have to fight for our people, for our land." Tharwen said, tilting Dharwen's head up to look at him with fiery eyes. "We can do this." She smiled.

They looked out over the battlements and gazed down at the army below the walls. They were gruesome creatures, with marred flesh and scared spirits, glowing red eyes with sharp teeth. In the center of the army stood a man cloaked in black leather and armour, helmet on his head and spear raised in one hand and a mace in the other.

He seemed to lock eyes with Tharwen, giving her a sadistic grin and drew a line across his throat...

The memory shifted as Tharwen saw her own past, Thranduil, Elrond, Glorfindel and her arguing among each other before she had shoved Elrond into a stream, Thranduil being done the same by Glorfindel.

"That was mean!" Thranduil spluttered as he and Elrond waded out from the stream and proceded to hug her and Glorfindel.

"Don't get my clothes wet!" She shouted when Thranduil lunged at her.

"Shouldn't have pushed me in darling!" Thranduil said catching her and lifting her up in a hug.

As she was lifted over Thranduil's head she could see Elrond tackled into the ground and Glorfindel on top of him, ruffling his hair with a wide grin on his face.

"Best friends forever!" Glorfindel cried out as Thranduil and Tharwen joined the two rolling on the ground.

"Definitely!" She smiled before bursting into giggles as Thranduil and Elrond began poking her sides, Glorfindel holding her legs.

"I love you all." He managed through her gasps and the boys stopped.

She was then wrapped by three sets off sweaty limbs and sweaty, wet and cold chests that squashed her between each other, arms and legs wrapping around her like vices.

"Awee." Elrond cooed.

Glorfindel pressed kisses to her face as Thranduil squeezed her harder in a hug.

"I love you too." He said looking at her with his eyes wide and innocent, before they, the four off them, were forced to face the darkening world, as they glazed over with tears.

Tharwen could hear Thranduil's unspoken words that were in his eyes.

"I love you, I'll love you forever and ever. You, me, Elrond and Glorfindel." His eyes said.

She felt her own eyes tearing up as Elrond and Glorfindel chimed in with cries of, "Me three." and "Me four!"

"I love you all!" She says again, mnaging to wrap her arms around the three off them.

The scene switched and she saw herself in her own room, curled up on the bed, the edge off a letter gripped in her hand and tissues scattered across the floor. Face flushed red, eyes sore and bloodshot from crying.

"Lath'rien!" Someone knocked on the door.

They were older now. Who would guess, they didn't drift apart like most of their other friendships they hand.

It was a week before Tharwen's birthday, she remembered that day because she was crying in her room, her father told her that King Oropher and Prince Thranduil could not attend the ceremony.

"Thrandy!" She threw the door open and jumped into his arms, tears still streaming down her face, wrapping her arms and legs around the Prince off Greenwood who caught her, but stumbled back.

"Why are you crying?" He asked, pulling her back slightly too look at her. "Did something happen?"

"Father said you weren't coming." She sobbed, pulling back into Thranduil's chest.

"It was supposed to be a surprise." Thranduil said softly, tucking loose strands off her light brown hair behind her ears.

"It sucked." She said, forcing a laugh.

"I'm here now." He said, putting Tharwen down and wrapping his arms around her shoulders to pull her in for a proper hug.

"I thought you weren't coming." She shook her head, smile breaking out across her face, pressing a kiss to Thranduil's lips.

He smiled into the kiss and backed her into the room, closing the door behind him. "Now you know I'd never miss it." He whispered, closing his eyes and wrapping Tharwen in his arms.

They stood there for a while, slowly, on the floor, small trails off white flames spread out from beneath the twos feet. There was no heat from the flames, just fire and light. It glowed with fierceness and power, creating patterns that ran around the room, engraved into the stone off the walls and ceiling, frost grew on the ceiling while the flames grew brighter beneath their feet.

Tharwen felt Thranduil turn and wrap his arms around her waist gently. She leaned into his embrace even more and Thranduil breathed on her neck.

Skin against skin, the rising heat, that they made... intense touches and lips pressed against each other desperately. Bodies wanting more contact. Their breatheless gasps as they broke apart in the need for air. The white glow off the new flames that had grew and crawled up the side off the room bathed his body, causing him to glow with a silver lining above her.

"Tharwen!" He gasps as the break apart to breathe. He's thrusting into her deeper and harder. The heat off the moment is unbearable.

"I love you." She breathes as he thrusts into her one last time, claiming her.

They lay side by side, breathing heavily, legs intertwined, arms around each other in a mass off tangled limbs, the heat still keeping both off them warm as they came down from their highs.

"I love you Tharwen." He whispers to her, holding her as she snuggles into his chest for warmth.

When Tharwen wakes up the next morning with Thranduil's arms around her. She can't feel more happier in her life, she's content, happy, at peace, but there's a puzzle piece missing and she know Thranduil isn't her one.

When Thranduil wakes up, he can tell just by the tension in the room, he isn't her one, but he isn't downcasted by the notion, instead he takes her in his arms and kisses her neck briefly. He tells her promises, that it doesn't matter, that he'll love her no matter what, and he still keeps the promise. They both know that last night wasn't because she hoped he was her one, or he wanted to know if she was hers, last night was pure love and friendship coming together in desperate moments.

Tharwen wanted Thranduil to be there when she needed him and when she didn't need him she still wanted him around. Thranduil wanted to show Tharwen love she had never been shown before. The devotion to her heart, to keeping her safe, yet allowing her to grow and become the beautiful queen she was today.

She didn't realise she was sharing memories with Thranduil until she heard Thranduil's thoughts in her head.

"I promised you I'd love you." He whispers as they both lay on the bed, curled up in each others embrace.

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