Title: TH Elvenking's Visitors
Chapter 4: Chamber
Spoiler Alert: The Hobbit (books, maps and movies)
Warnings: Language, Sexual Situations, Violence, Blood.
Pairing: Thranduil/OC
Summary: Ship - Thranduil lost his wife years ago to war. After the death of the dragon, there is a group of humans who are causing problems. One sparks Thranduil's interest.
Alyssa felt her consciousness returning. She was aware she was lying in a bed with soft blankets around her face. She kept her eyes closed and stretched her legs noticing that her ankle hurt somewhat.
She felt a tug at the end of one of the blankets. "Leave me alone boy. Go play. I want to sleep."
A bump into the mattress lightly shook her. "Ok, Sammy. Fine. I'll take you for a walk. I was having his horrible dream anyway. There was this killer wolf and a bloody Elf King that…" Her eyes slightly parted as she pulled the blankets down noticing that they were not hers.
"Who is this Sammy?" A man's voice spoke slowly. And the smooth yet irritated voice made her think of dark dungeons with hidden rooms where you would not want to find yourself.
Alyssa jerked to the side half sitting up and pulled the blankets up a few inches.
It was the Elvenking Thranduil, and he was glaring at her with steely blue eyes and the slightest ridge between his brows.
She couldn't speak or even find the knowledge of how to open her mouth. Even her lungs stopped functioning. Her eyes fixed on his as if he possessed the power to hypnotize her against her will. Her eyes started to burn, so she blinked once feeling her body tremble then she took a breath.
He's an elf. He's not an actor, but a ruler…in Middle Earth. I really am in… "Mirkwood."
She watched as the anger drained from his face.
He tipped his head to the side and inspected her face as if he was a scientist and he found a new species to catalogue. He sat next to her on his bed that was covered with silver sheets and a silvery gold blanket. He reached out his hand toward her then drew it back. "Do you feel feverish?" His eyes went over the visible parts of her body.
Alyssa felt warmth spread over her body, and she didn't know if it was fear or excitement. In all of her wildest dreams, she never one truly believed that Elves were real let alone that she would actually see one. But to talk to one and not just any Elf but for it to be the all commanding Thranduil who was even more attractive than she ever thought…She couldn't help, but be in awe of him. "Yes." She knew that she was indicating that he made her flush and feel passionate because he was near, but she couldn't help herself.
Thranduil felt worry that his fears were correct and she was ill. He wasn't sure what to do to help her and everything over the last few hours while she slept had aggravated him.
Now that she was awake and the healer was not there, his frustration climbed up his body like a vine. He couldn't even stand the slight pressure of his crown on his head, so he took it off and set it on the table next to his bed.
"May I touch you?" Thranduil saw the flush of her skin and wanted to see how warm she was. He thought if she was very warm then he was going to order cool water to be brought in for her to bath in. But he wasn't sure if that would help enough to keep her comfortable and away from death's door.
Alyssa couldn't comprehend what was happening. He took off his crown and wants to know if I'm feverish and if he can… "touch me." She sat up straighter noticing that she said the last two words of her statement out loud.
Her heart sped up as his hand reached for her and settled on the side of her face. His fingers inched up touching her forehead then lowered feeling her neck. "What…what are you doing?" Her jerky breaths increased when the palm of his hand brushed her collarbone as he continued to look her over.
"Trying to decide if you are hot. Part of you may be." He believed she was definitely warm and he traced his hand over all of the red areas not able to determine if he did in fact have a fever.
He had heard before that Elven cures for ailments sometimes killed humans. So he was trying to collect any information he could because he knew he couldn't do much else. He had heard before that humans die from sicknesses brought on by not being clothed properly or from catching from each other or animals.
"If I'm hot?" Alyssa felt the stirring of temper from the insult when she understood he found her lacking.
She told herself that she knew almost nothing about the real interworking of an Elven kingdom and what their customs were. So, she tried to remain calm reminding herself she didn't want him angry again.
"Yes, you are human, so I cannot tell. I have not been around many of you to know." He leaned closer looking into her eyes checking if they looked bloodshot. "I do not know what to look for to know if you are alright. Your eyes do not look that good and neither does your skin color." He noticed that she was still pale compared to what he remembered from his throne room and that her eyes were showing signs of redness from being bloodshot.
"Well, most guys look for tits and ass, but I have to give you credit for looking at my eyes and checking out my neck first. Even if you don't like them. Now, you can stop patting me down. If you haven't decided by now, then that means no. No, I'm not hot." She realized as the words were coming out that she sounded angry and that she felt let down. She always pretended with her friends online that if one of them ever met an Elf or sexy Dwarf that the men would be completely drawn to their beauty. Watching him pick over her like she was a broken down pony at a horse sale, did nothing for her mood or her headache.
He leaned closer and she moved back. His hand was touching her face again as he spoke. "No. I may have over reacted to begin with. You are right. You are not hot. At least I do not need you to strip and bathe." He felt relief that she was not feverish enough to need to soak in cool water especially since he was not sure if it would have really helped her. He pondered that it could have made her worse because she was cold when she started to get sick, so maybe he needed to make her warmer. "Maybe we can make you hotter."
Alyssa smacked his hand away from her, but caught herself before she shoved him off the bed. "I'm not stripping on some pole for you and cleaning myself for what? To present myself to you? Make me hotter? From the way you just talked, you could drape golden cloth over my face and wrap me in gold and it would not make any difference. It wouldn't make me any hotter. I'm not going to doll myself up. So let's just go with I'm not hot."
He thought her words were strange again, but he believed that she was just confirming what he said that she was not ill enough to try using cool water as a cure. "No. You are not."
The arrogance of his words struck her. He acted as if he wished her to perform for him and bath for his watching pleasure that she would have done it, but he decided she was not hot enough for him after all. "Why are you still looking at me? And why are you even still here?"
He raised an eyebrow. "There could be something else wrong with you, and if so then I want to know what it is. And, I am here because this is my sleeping chamber."
She felt furious that he was now inspecting her for flaws, but the last part baffled her. She was confused, tired, hungry and now she found out she had been sleeping in his bed. That image struck her.
She moved her foot thinking that these were his sheets his body slid against while he slept. Does he sleep naked?
She pictured him taking off his silver robe and sliding off the remainder of his attire. Every inch of muscular skin exposed. Every flexed muscle in view for her to see. His long golden hair flowing over his shoulders then skimming over her body as he covered her for a slow languid kiss while he watched her with those intense sapphire eyes. The brush of skin. The heat of arousal. The strength of his arms as he tips over the edge from a slow seduction to a feverish need for more. His body commanding more from her that she was all too willing to give.
She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. It only made it worse because then she was more aware of his movements on the mattress and the warmth of his body where he was so close to her hip and leg. She gave up and opened her eyes and they moved of their own volition to him. The most intoxicating being of all Middle Earth. Power. Strength. Skill in battle. Sharp intelligence. Thousands of years old having experienced things far beyond her comprehension. The King. A being of legend.
Her desire and fluttering eyelashes fueled her anger with him. She was angry at him for acting like she was a horse for sale. She corrected herself…a broken down pony. She pictured him checking her teeth next, but her mind shifted to picturing him shirtless gain and inspecting her mouth with his probing tongue. She wondered what else thousands of years made you skilled at and practically huffed out angry air at him.
She had to slow her heart before it jumped out of her chest and ran around the room. She guessed he would complain about that too. Several deep breaths only resulted in making her dizzy.
Her mind and body were reacting two very different ways to him, and it was maddening. She wanted to touch him again and wanted him touching her. On top of that, he kept insulting her, but wouldn't leave her alone. She wanted to wrap her arms around him to pull him to her for a kiss and she wanted to slap him for his audacity.
"You are worse now than when I came in." He felt panic because it seemed she was having problems breathing and her movements appeared agitated. He would have cut off his sword arm at this point if he thought it might help her.
"Insults? Are you trying to torture me? If you are, then it's working." Alyssa rubbed her temples feeling like she longed to stay in his bed with him joining her, but she wanted to smack him with his blankets and storm out.
"What is wrong?" Thranduil gripped her bicep and pulled her arm back. He wondered if she had hit her head in the rocks and had some type of internal bleeding he could not see. He wanted to look at her ears to check for bleeding.
Alyssa didn't have time to answer as his door was flung open hitting the wall with a thump. She recognized Tauriel from a movie trailer she had watched.
Tauriel was speaking in Elvish, and Alyssa had no clue what he was talking about. So she sat still, watched her movements and guessed.
"What are you doing with the human?" Tauriel spoke in Elven and pointed to Alyssa.
Thranduil let go of Alyssa's arm and went to Tauriel. "She is ill. She might be feverish, but I am not sure. She is losing track of what I speak of and becoming agitated."
Tauriel looked her over and put her hands on her hips. "She is ill and you brought her in here? Into your room? This is not proper procedure, so what is happening? I am the head of your guard and need to know what is happening especially when the sanctity of our dwelling has been breached. They said you strode in with her and you were half naked. How did she get outside? Have you asked her?" Tauriel paced back and forth.
Alyssa watched as the beautiful red haired elf guard strode around asking what sounded like questions and pointing at her and the room. She feared now that the both of them were a couple and she had just showed up to find a human woman in their bed. She remembered people telling her that Tauriel was an excellent killer, and she watched more closely knowing that the shield of his blanket would not protect her against the elf.
Thranduil waved a hand. "Are your ears working? I told you she is ill, and not making much sense. When she feels better and a healer has seen her, I will ask her how she appeared outside."
Tauriel tapped her foot. "That still doesn't explain the half naked part. You ordered us not to seek outside relationships with other kinds because you said outside the dwelling it is a distraction that can get us killed. And with respect, you are doing just that. Frolicking with a human."
Thranduil's anger flared and he moved forward backing her into the wall. "Never speak to me this way again. I favor you, but you just went too far. I was not frolicking. I was killing wolves that were near our river, which your guards are supposed to make sure doesn't happen. What if a pack of dozens showed up? What if she died?" His voice floated off on the last word and his eyes went to the side glazing over.
Tauriel bowed as best she could. "Please have mercy my King. I did go too far. I have been told my young age of sixty leaves me impulsive, but it is what makes me good at my duties. I did not know you were in here. I was only told that one of the humans was in your lodging, so I came to investigate. It appears my duty should be else ware." She kept her eyes averted knowing why he was so strongly troubled. She had heard how the Queen had died.
He glared back at her. "Then remove yourself from my sight and see to your duties."
Alyssa watched Tauriel and Thranduil argue not knowing what was happening, but she felt some relief when Tauriel left.
There was only one problem with that. It meant she was alone with the King again.
He slowly strode back to the side of his bed.
Alyssa felt silly for hiding under the covers and wondered if she should get up or leave.
He spoke a few words in Elvish then pointed to the other side of the room. He forgot to switch back to a language she could understand and had offered her a drink of water and nourishment.
She thought he was telling her to leave, so she tossed back the blanket on the opposite side of him and moved to slide out.
"No. You should remain where you are till they get here. I want them to inspect you first." He didn't want her over exerting herself before the healer or healers arrived.
Alyssa froze where she was. She had no idea why he would want her staying in his bed and why he was asking others to come see her. Then it clicked. He was selling her. That was why he was so concerned about her appearance and thought of having her take a bath. He had been inspecting her, but showed he had no interest in her himself and at the same time kept her in a bed. She feared that a potential owner or owners were on their way to try her out.
"No. I don't want to be inspected." She kept shaking her head no. "I don't want anyone looking at me or touching me."
Thranduil knew that healers had to touch and look in order to cure. And because she was not fully coherent most of the time, he saw it as his own personal duty to make sure she as cured. He now knew she did not want healers, and he wanted her to have what she wanted, but he very much wanted her alive and healthy. "It is not for you to say at this point. They are on their way even now and you will wait there for them."
Alyssa started rocking back and forth knowing that even if she jumped out of the bed and threw a fit, he was much stronger and no one in the realm was on her side. Her fellow travelers were, but they were locked up in a room somewhere. The thought of strange men pawing at her frightened her.
She had never been in a situation where a man even attempted to cross over the line of trust. She had a few boyfriends that she had been intimate with, but everything was always consensual. She thought if she was being sold as property then it meant her owner could probably do whatever they wanted with her and she had no say whatsoever. They could kill her or even tire of her and sell her to someone else.
Her panic stopped when she remembered that Thranduil had heeded her plea to take her companions out of the cells. She thought over the fact that he should have laughed at her and tossed her on the ground for the impudence because he was the ruler. He didn't. Somewhere inside of him there was a place that cared. She guessed something horrible must have happened to him in the past to cause his empathy to dwindle and wondered if it had anything to do with the woman he mentioned had asked him to save a baby dear.
She pondered that if she could just stay around him then she would be saved the fate of being a slave and passed around from man to man or woman for all she knew.
She dropped the blanket she was using as a shield. There was only one thing she could think of that she could do that would save her. It was something that at least half of her wanted desperately anyway. Even though he thought of her as a broken down pony with flaws that kept getting worse, she determined it was the best and only course of action left to her.
She was going to seduce the Elvenking and probably die trying.
A/N: :) Ok a little hotness. Heheheee I had to cause mayhem with the word hot. I just had too. And I have to say that I loved writing this chapter. The angst, the misunderstandings and the hotness…oh so worth it. What do you think this chapter?