The Woodland Realm

Mirkwood

Healing Ward

Their last day at the Healing Ward. Finally. They earned it with their „untolerable" behavior. After that embarrassing class, Mirella alongside Thranduil had an even more embarrassing conversation with the Master Healer, who for some unknown reason was kind enough not to run to the King and „tell him about the misfortunate events that occured during her lecture". And though she was keeping her promise about not letting Oropher know about it, she never missed a chance to refer to them as „rebels" throughout their week long guest appearance at the Healing Ward.

Mirella tries to sneak up to the huge, shiny gate of the Ward, hoping she can stay alone just for a few more minutes. Her hopes doesn't agree. As she turns the last corner before the great entrance, her eyes instantly catch the sight of her least favorite blonde elf. There's not much she could do to avoid meeting the Prince because A) walking through that gate is less than optional and B) he was waiting for her at the same spot yesterday. And the day before that, And before that. And so on for seven days.

She walks up to him, noticing the ever so annoying smirk on his lips. They're both wearing the uniform of the healers. Silver trousers and waistcoat, white cape with standing collars, silver shoes. The Prince catches her wondering gaze.

„How do I look?"

„Flawless..."

„Thank you. I happened to woke up like this." He winks playfully. They keep on doing this scene moring after morning, sometimes with minor alterings.

„Phenomenal. Do you want me to bow down?" His brows flinch at the unexpected offer.

„Wait, what was that?"

„What was what, love?"

„Your brows flinched."

„Did they?" The light brown haired elf smiles and starts to walk through the ward gate. She's tall as every elf maid, but somehow she till looks more shapely. Her hips moving paralysingly with every step. Thranduil swallows and with long steps quickly pulls up with her.

„You do it a lot. Flinching your brows. Subconsciously, I suppose. When you're excited, maybe?"

„I don't even know what you're talking about." His smile tells a different tale but she won't argue on this one.

On their first day, the Master Healer gave them her instructions about anything and everything she wanted them to do while they spent their time with the healers. One of her first instruction was to change into the uniforms. They had to find and carry the vials the healers needed, sometimes they even had to mix weird looking and smelling liquids, other times they had to make notes about different plants or diseases.

Thranduil was not impressed by the way things were going. The elves at the ward made sure he had zero time for small talks or gentle whispers to the ears, not to mention that sometimes he was forced to spend his whole day separated from his favorite elf. He was hoping all day he could have a glimpse at her. Not only in the morning when they walked in together or at the evening when they walked out.

What the two „rebels" don't know, is that someone very special is waiting for them. They don't even suspect anything when a very serious looking elf sends them in the room of the Master Healer. Surprise.

„Son!" Mirella turns to the Prince in slow motion but suspiciously enough, he refuses to return the look. She evidently hopes for some kind of explanation.

„Father..." And she definitely won't get it.

The King seems rather entertained for some odd reasons and bows as he takes the girl's hand.

„Mirella, is it? The young lady who seems to be just as passionate about the mysterious world of healing as my son, apparently. I'm sorry it took me this long to meet you personally, since I heard so much about the gentle affection you share with my son. Besides, you really do have beautiful eyes, my dear."

Above mentioned Prince closes his eyes while exhaling slowly. There isn't a trace of the signature smirk on his face. Mirella blushes rapidly and in her despair, she says the first thing coming into her mind. Unfortunately.

„Oh, no. No, my King. We just really love to practice biology together." It's Thranduil's turn now to look at her in disbelief. Oropher doesn't even blink.

„Of course you do, my dear. At your age..." At least the King's having fun.