The week had passed to quickly and before Emyra could blink it was time for Thranduil's coronation. Rhydian stayed behind to watch the Kingdom while she traveled to Greenwood with her Parents. They had brought gifts with them as offerings to honor the new King and their Allegiance to him. Things were moving quickly for beings that had a lot of time, Emyra thought, she still couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that her closest friend was now a King.

Emyra kept to herself for the first part of the trip, they had stopped for the night at a elvish inn to rest, while around the dinner table Meikeena spoke of Thranduil.

" I heard that there is going to be some lovely Elleth's at the coronation. Thranduil will be expected to have a wife in the next hundred years or so, and maybe some little Prince's and Princesses of his own." Meikeena took a sip of her wine before continuing. "To assure that his blood line isn't broken of course, it would take ages for someone to be chosen, especially in the Elven kingdom. Continuing with the bloodlines is much easier for everyone." Meikeena smiled and drank some more of her wine smiling at the thought of little elves running around.

Emyra knew that was the way things worked but for an odd reason she felt a twist in the pit of her stomach, though she blamed it on the wine pushing her glass aside.

"Of course, its how things work, hopefully Thranduil will be as lucky as I was." Estalian took Meikeena's hand in his own giving it a light squeeze. "And may he be blessed with children as kind and beautiful as my own." He took Emyra's hand with his free one, she smiled back at him but there it was again, that odd feeling.

"This wine doesn't sit well with my stomach, I think I will retire." Emyra mumbled slowly getting up.

"It seems perfectly fine to me Emyra." Meikeena replied looking at her daughter Estalian agreeing. "Maybe yours is from a different barrel."

"I'm not sure Mother, sleep will most likely settle it." Emyra smiled kissing her Fathers, and Mothers cheeks and retired to the room, she was quickly asleep.

They left early the next morning, elves were after all not known for sleeping very long. Emyra sighed kicking her mare into a gallop. Emyra tuned out the rest of the trip making it a faint memory when they arrived in the new King's realm around midday.

They were greeted by some younger elves who bowed their head taking the horses, they all bowed their heads in return and followed another Elf into the palace, They were shown to their bedchambers, her parents were further down the hall and Emyra had a separate room, the one she was usually given during her stays. Emyra entered her room, taking her bags from the elf who followed her smiling gently at him.

"May I give you a gown? Just to wash and hang so it does not smell of horse and Travel?"

"Of course my Lady." He responded with a gentle smile. Emyra handed him her gown, he bowed slightly exiting the room. Emyra let out a sigh closing the door, she gently took the braid out of her hair and braided a much cleaner one, she glanced at herself in the mirror and if you knew her well, you could tell that behind her blue eyes she was past the point of tires, she was exhausted, everything had taken such a heavy toll on her. A soft knock on her door took Emyra out of her thoughts.

"You can come in." Emyra spoke softly in a numb voice. The door opened and Thranduil stepped in looking at Emyra and smiled softly, but she could tell he was only being polite.

"My Lady..." Thranduil walked over to her taking her hand kissing it.

"My Lord, how do you feel?" Emyra asked cupping his cheek with the hand he had kissed, lifting his head. she could see the sorrow deep inside his soul. Emyra took her hand away from his face giving him a gentle but tight hug which much to her surprise he returned. "I have known you for five hundred years now My lord, and I have not seen such sorrow in your eyes until this day." Emyra whispered stepping back from Thranduil.

"I mourn my Father, I miss him dearly." Thranduil sighed looking away from Emyra moving his gaze to look out the window of her room.

"My Kingdom shares your grief for the late King." Thranduil slowly looked back at her, his head held high as ever. The man that stood before her was slowly becoming someone different from the Prince she knew, to a noble King she feared she would not know right before her eyes. Thranduil extended his arm out while turning towards the door.

"Walk with me to the gardens Emyra." When Thranduil said her name it rolled of his tongue and sounded like warm honey in her ears. She wrapped her hand into the crook of his elbow and walked by his side until they reached the gardens. They sat on the marble bench they always sat on, they sat at opposite ends but their knees towards the center.

"I am grateful you are here Emyra." Thranduil took a deep breath, Emyra could tell he was about to say something he didn't want to but had to, like many times he had agreed with his Father as a young elf but didn't deep inside. "I want you to approve of my future wife." He looked away from her fixing his eyes on the berry bush beside them.

Emyra's breath caught in her throat and suddenly that rotten wine was making a fuss in her system again. Why now? She thought placing a hand on her stomach.

"Emyra, are you alright?" Thranduil asked concerned, but Emyra just nodded with a smile.

"I had some bad wine while we travelled here, its acting up again." Emyra went to put her hand on his but hesitated putting it back on her lap, she found it horribly hard to say what she was about to say. "...I will help you choose a beautiful wife Thranduil." Thranduil smiled at her lightly and bowed his head.

"..Thank you" He whispered and looked at her, but only for a fraction of a second, and in that second Emyra saw the same grief in his eyes again. They sat in silence for the next hour, simply enjoying each others company. Though Someone called Thranduil's name and he left giving her a small nod, wishing her a good evening.

That night Emyra found herself unable to sleep. Her mind was full and she knew her dreams would not be forgiving if she closed her eyes.