Title: TH Elvenking's Visitors
Chapter 15: Forward
Spoiler Alert: The Hobbit, LOTR (books, maps and movies)
Warnings: Language, Sexual Situations, Violence, Humor, AU (means not all canon), Angst
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.
A/N: I read back over my chapters again. The hints of Thrandy's jealousy in ch 7, 8, and 11 are fun because it is the sickness taking over. The slow decent into the insanity of love. OK, they have hit bottom. It is time to bring them back up…slowly.
Hears the Scarlet Pimpernel whisper to his love, "Ever so slowly, so very slowly…so that it takes a very very long time."
M, "I don't know whether you're mad or…"
Scarlet Pimpernel, "…desperately in love. Tis all the same…"
*pauses remembering the movie where Gandalf was a villain and the Scarlet Pimpernel was a man of power who circled his enemy while insulting them and wearing shimmering metallic colors* heheheee OK, back to the story.
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"Wwwhat?" Alyssa's eyes went out of focus and dizziness took over.
"Here. Just lay back down. You need to rest. Transforming is said to take a lot of energy and time to adjust. Lay down."
"Transforming." Alyssa blindly smacked at the hands that grabbed her. "Don't touch me! Don't you fucking touch me." He let her go, and she held her hands to her face and brought them away trying to control her focus. Her eyes zoomed in and the ridges of her fingerprint appeared to be a massive maze. "What the hell?"
"Lay down." Thranduil spoke more forcefully this time seeing her panic rise.
"No, stay away from me. I'm not getting in that bed or any bed ever again. Beds are bad. This isn't right. Did you say Elvenqueen? I'm transforming into the Elvenqueen?" Alyssa had no desire to change into an Elf so Thranduil's dead wife could possess her body. She hoped maybe she heard him wrong.
"Yes."
Alyssa stayed still for several minutes before she ran a hand over the point on her ear. Was this his plan all along? She now believed he slept with her to see if he liked her body enough to use it for his Elvenqueen's reappearance. She repeated over and over that she had to remain in control and find a way out. "How much time to I have?"
"Until what?"
"How much longer am I going to still be me? When will everything be..." Alyssa waved her arm around, "finalized?" She tried to remain calm even though she was talking about her body being taken over by a ghost. She feared if she tried to bolt from the room he would have her locked in or put in a cell.
Thranduil lifted his head in thought and clasped his hands behind his back. He guessed she wanted to know when he would present her to his kingdom and make everything official. "As soon as possible. Tonight during the evening meal. Do not worry, I will find something suitable for your attire."
"Suitable? Something suitable." Her eyes finally blinked into focus as her anger rose. "Why did you do this to me? Why make me into the Elvenqueen when you just bonded with Galadriel?"
He shook his head having no idea how she came up with that. "I am bonded with you."
"Then why were you talking about Galadriel earlier?"
Thranduil breathed in taking a quick step toward her. "Why were you talking about Gandalf and how Legolas never looks tired but I do? You spoke of wanting to move to live with Elrond in your old age and living with Bilbo in the Shire. Shall I mention all the other men you threw in my face today?"
"I'm not throwing anything in your face. You idiot." Alyssa started for the door and paused a foot away from it and turned back to him. "So I'm turning into the Elvenqueen and we are bonded?" Her voice was high pitched and shaky.
He took a deep breath tipping his head to the side in relief. "Yes exactly. Now you understand. I cannot have two Elvenqueens. Only one." The thought of him being with another was bizarre to him and he decided that belief accounted for her behavior. "By the end of the day you will be my Elvenqueen."
"Do I get any say in this?" She folded her arms.
Thranduil knew women preferred to plan these things out and he had no desire to wait hundreds of years for coronation plans to unfold. "No."
"You're a barbaric ass."
"I know this is a short amount of time for planning. I can assure you that everything will be perfection."
"Go fuck yourself." Her deadpan response was a mask over the furry she felt inside. She had no idea if her own consciousness would still exist after or if she would be in her body unable to move completely under another's control for thousands of years.
He thought about how she might still harbor ill feelings toward him for his harsh words earlier. "At the meeting, the words I said to them…I did not know you could understand me and I thought you were trying to make me jealous. It was the sickness taking over. What I said to them was not real. Do you understand? This is real. The bond is real."
Alyssa thought about how he had commented that he was going to use her for a time then get rid of her. The whole time he had bonded with her and had no intention of letting her go because he needed a female body for his love to possess. "Yes, I understand. I watched the Mummy and Stargate. I know how this works. You were trying out my body to see if you liked it. You needed a body. I'm that body."
Thranduil felt confusion over her words, so he let himself speak the truth and hoped she understood him since he could not fully comprehend her words. "I needed somebody, yes. You are that someone, and yes I admire your body and more. I wish to give you the other broach…to be my Elvenqueen. To rule alongside me. Together."
Alyssa blinked trying to remember the story he told her about the broach in the box that belonged to his wife who was killed by wolves. She had told him he would give it to another. "So that is how this works. You give me the broach and I become the Elvenqueen." She wondered if the broach held the soul of his love and by giving it to her some type of magic would cause her to be possessed by the other woman. He had broke her heart to the point that the idea of him actually wanting her was so fantastical that she truly believed he wished his dead wife to possess her body and live again.
In the back of his mind he was already deciding on what their matching outfits would look like for the coronation. The broach would be a splendid touch. "Yes, I give you the broach and you become the Elvenqueen." His smile warmed at the thought of having Alyssa by his side, now and forever.
"And I stop being me?" Alyssa ran her hand over her arm feeling the remains of her dried blood where his sword cut her by accident. She absently wondered if that was part of the ceremony to bring back his love.
Thranduil thought about how her name would change with the title of queen. "Yes."
"The Elvenqueen will have all of my memories?" Alyssa was back to worrying about being the cause of the death of all Middle Earth if the secret about who the ring bearer was got out.
Thranduil stepped closer to her wondering why she was talking about herself that way. He guessed she was worried about her own memories being erased by the transformation. "Memories should remain intact."
"Will she keep my secret about the ring?"
Thranduil supposed this was the strangest conversation he had ever had with her and remembering the light boxes and spy conversations that was saying something he thought. "She…" He waved a hand at her. "…will take the secret to the grave I would think and I would not ask it of her."
Alyssa thought he was trying to manipulate her so she wanted to add a stipulation if she could. "Alright. One condition."
Thranduil knew the coronation was a very important thing that was usually planned hundreds of years in advance and for her to concede to whatever he could plan in one day was a massive concession on her part. "Name it and all will be as you say."
"You will have part of your army take the humans who arrived to Rivendell where they will live unharmed till Gandalf can find a way to get them home. They can never be forced to leave Rivendell to go somewhere else in Middle Earth unless it is to take them home to our planet and time. They will not be questioned in any way about the future, the Lord of the Rings books and movies and the Hobbit books and movies and if possible you will have someone enchant them so they can't talk about it. And it has to not harm them in anyway." She wondered if she left something out. "And if someone can, make them forget their memories of what happened here. And do it without killing them, harming them, or letting them be harmed."
"It shall be done and they will leave within the hour."
"Vow it." Alyssa watched him closely.
"I vow." Thranduil bowed to her before going to the door and staring at it for several moments before he could open it. He strode out to plan their wedding, her coronation, and send the pesky humans away. He thought it could not have been more perfect for him if he had planned for it. He believed she had taken the news well and he was anxious to start their life together.
Alyssa watched him leave having no intention of letting her body be taken over by the Elvenqueen. She didn't care how romantic it would be for Thranduil and Lenore to be reunited after her tragic death. She wasn't going to play host and believed the wording of the vow would let her leave.
She went to the door and focused on a quiet conversation Thranduil was having with Tauriel. Her concentration caused her new Elven ears to up the volume to the point she could hear every word. He relayed the vow almost word per word then left.
Alyssa jogged up to Tauriel as she moved away. "Can you take me to the humans?"
Tauriel glanced over Alyssa's hair seeing it was all light brown now. It gave her hope that one day Tauriel might be the Elvenqueen and rule with Legolas. Tauriel nodded determining that she would assist Alyssa with anything she asked for. Galadriel had after all said that Alyssa might persuade Thranduil in her favor. "This way my Elvenqueen." She strode forward.
"Don't call me that and can you find me something that fits and a good pair of boots?"
"As you wish my Lady. I have a few outfits that you might prefer if you do not mind that they are mine." Tauriel thought it might be a way of testing if she had issues with her station. She knew that Thranduil would rather strut around naked than to wear something that another had already owned.
"I wouldn't mind at all, but we need to hurry."
Thranduil spend the next few hours ordering around almost every servant in his kingdom. Refreshments, flowers, and magical Elven lights that shimmered in the exact color of Alyssa's eyes were arranged with great care. Everything was set to begin at the exact moment of the sunset, so that star and moon light would bathe the scene when he presents her to his people. He only had thirty minutes left for preparation.
Thranduil adjusted his crown for the hundredth time that hour and addressed the servant who just returned. "Tell me her garments fit her perfectly."
The servant bowed low. "I cannot my Lord."
Thranduil's eyes flashed with annoyance and anger. "It cannot be too tight. I accounted for her many curves. Alright is it too tight around the bust?"
"I would not know my Lord." He bowed lower.
Thranduil turned fully to the man who was almost pressing himself to the floor. He jerked him up and peered into his eyes. "Why are you trying my patience? Tell me if the dress does not fit. Out with it."
"I do not know if it would fit. She was not there to try it on. I had ladies check your rooms and no one has seen her in hours."
Thranduil shoved him away and stormed around in search of her.
A/N: Please tell me what you think? Positive/Negative…it is all helpful. I would like to thank everyone who gives me feedback with reviews and messages. And to all those who follow along, I'm glad you like my story, and I hope to hear from you. :) Does he find her on the road or does she make it to Rivendell? Choices…choices.