My Dearest King

by ardesladyofrivendell

Emyra is a highborn Elf, since she was a young child Emyra visited the palace as her Duty, as a result she has always been part Thranduil's life, she was always by his side as one of his closest friends and a member of the Royal court. However, everything changed when Thranduil's wife, Daeris, perished, leaving their young son Legolas behind. Emyra must overcome many things.

2. Chapter 2

Emyra now travelled to Greenwood alone, she was no longer in training or needing her Fathers guidance. She still enjoyed the journey as much as she had so many years before, and was always thrilled when she travelled to Greenwood

Upon arrival Emyra, as gracefully as possible, dismounted her horse making her way up the stairs where, once at the top the doors opened for her, she knew the palace of by heart and no longer got lost like she used to. Emyra made her way to the throne room, a few elves bowing their heads as she went, she nodded her head smiling in return as she was supposed to, all of her training was drilled into her now and she did it all as naturally as breathing.

Emyra smiled upon seeing the silver haired Prince speaking to an advisor.

"Thranduil!" Emyra called. Thranduil turned around and smiled at her thanking the advisor before moving in a graceful motion towards her. Emyra bowed her head slightly, Thranduil returning the gesture, he took her hand pressing a gentle kiss to it with a smile on his lips, though his lips lingered on her hand longer than usual. Emyra raised her eyebrows, it was odd for the Prince to elongate his kiss on her hand or to even make physical contact with someone. By the time Thranduil looked up Emyra had replaced the expression on her face with a gentle smile.

"How have you been Thranduil?" Emyra asked walking beside Thranduil towards the Throne room where she would find King Oropher.

"Well as can be expected." Thranduil replied looking over at Emyra clasping his hands tightly behind his back. "I have been busy, there are a lot of dark whispers in the wind."

Emyra nodded in agreement, her family had felt it as well, it was the reason she had rode to Greenwood a month earlier than she normally would. They entered the Throne room together and Oropher greeted the pair, but he looked tired, even to Emyra it was clear he was tired.

"It is lovely to see you again Lady Emyra." Oropher pressed a gentle kiss to her hand. "I apologize for the short greeting, but we must start the council at once." Emyra glanced at Thranduil a worried expression crossed both their faces as they moved to discuss the events.

That evening, after the council, Emyra left Greenwood in a hurry to tell her Father the news and prepare for everything.

The Kingdoms were at war.