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.

4. Chapter 4

Many funerals were held, honoring the fallen soldiers and the King. Oropher's bed of branches, leaves, and flowers was in the middle with him laying on it. His body was covered with a green velvet leaving only his face showing. Emyra looked at Oropher's face and smiled slightly remembering what a wonderful Elf he had always been. Many others had traveled to Greenwood to pay their respects to the Beloved King, even the Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel had arrived.

As the sun set, and the bodies were being carried to where they were to be buried, that was the first time Emyra had seen Thranduil since the battle. Emyra walked up to him following the line of mourning Elves to the graves.

"Lady Emyra." Each of them said with a bow of their head as she passed, she gave each of them a sympathetic smile, she had not lost anyone in the battle, but she felt the pain, and Oropher had been a friend, she had known him since she was a small child.

"My Lord?" She whispered quietly, waiting fro Thranduil to look at her. She saw all of his pain and misery when his ice blue eyes connected with her own, he didn't say a word, just responded with a small nod, that was all she needed. The simple gesture made her understand that Thranduil would live through his sorrow and take his Fathers place on the Throne.

The two stood in silence together for the rest of the evening, Emyra was happy she could be beside him and little did she know Thranduil felt the same way.
As the Evening drew on everyone retired to their bedchambers, Emyra gently placed her hand on Thranduil's shoulder.

"I will return in a week for your coronation." Emyra smiled at him, the gentle loving smile Thranduil had grown so used to.

"I will expect you to be here, your family as well." Thranduil bowed his head slightly, Emyra returned the gesture. Thranduil looked at her with a chilling expression on his face that made Emyra's stomach twist, in that moment she saw the light leave his eyes even though he wasn't dead, then he turned and left for his bedchamber.

That night Emyra rode home with her Family and what remained of their army, they had their own funerals to attend. Though Emyra couldn't shake that empty look in Thranduil's eyes, it was something that would haunt her.