"The Queen of Greenwood is dead."
The words rolled off of her Father's tongue but only seemed to be distant echoes in Emyra's ears, like the day her mother had died and the sound of the condolences had just become a whisper on the wind.
The room soon became an uproar of panic, how was it, that the Queen of one of the most powerful kingdom's ended up dead, no body, meant no grave. Her stomach twisted with every panicked call or question, but Emyra had one thought on her mind, she had to get to Greenwood.
"I will go to Greenwood, I will report back any news I hear." Everyone in the room fell silent, it had been ten years, ten years since Emyra had stepped foot in Greenwood, ten years since she had even mumbled Thranduil's name, or could even hear Thranduil's name without her blood going cold.
"Must you go?" Alassëa asked softly looking up at Emyra. Emyra gently kissed the young girls head smiling gently.
"Yes, I must go, I will be back soon Alassëa." Alassëa nodded in the way ten year old's nodded in an unconvinced way, she moved back standing in front of Rhydian.
"Travel safely little sister, there is a darkness lurking." Emyra bowed her head lightly, she mounted her horse with unearthly grace, and seemed to disappear before anyone could blink.
Emyra stopped at the gate, a very new gate that had not been there before. She slid off her horse gently patting the mare's neck.
"And who, may I ask are you?" A guard asked, Emyra wasn't sure if she was supposed to feel offended, but the guard looked knew, he wouldn't have known her. She signalled for her own guard to sheathe his sword.
"Emyra, Princess of the Northern Kingdoms, and a Highly respected member of your King's council." Emyra almost cringed at the words, she hadn't said that in years. The Guard almost instantly bowed, before turning.
"Open the gates." She thanked him, taking her mare's reins leading her through the gate, like usual she handed her off to another elf who took the horse to the stable's before continuing up the grand stairs, she heard many whispering about her sudden appearance after ten years, but Emyra took no notice of it, she just kept walking, walking the halls that had once been so familiar to her, that now seemed like a distant memory that caused a new pain in her heart.
"The King wishes to be alone." A guard's eyes narrowed, but Emyra was more determined on getting in then he was on keeping her out, she could tell. She smiled kindly at the guard.
"Excuse me." She smiled an innocent smile moving past the guard pushing the grand oak doors open, the guard followed her yelling, she heard the sound of a sword unsheathe but knew her own man would handle it.
"Did I not say, I did not want to be disturbed?" Thranduil growled, his back was to her, his hand clasped tightly together in that Kingly manner he had always had.
"Thranduil." Emyra's voice was soft careful. As soon as her voice filled the quiet hall Thranduil turned instantly. He waved his Guard of and Emyra nodded at hers signalling he was alright to go, Thranduil wouldn't harm her. He took an uneasy step towards her, he looked lost for words, something Thranduil never was, he always knew what to say, when to say it, he always knew what to do and how to act, everything he said, and every action he made was always precise, he did not make mistakes, and he did not lose his words.
Emyra's eyes drifted to Thranduil's hand, his wedding band was missing, Emyra found that very strange. She looked back up at him.
"Why are you here?" His voice was a little colder than Emyra had expected it to be, and Thranduil noticed that as well.
"Am I no longer welcome here?" Emyra countered, Thranduil looked shocked, almost hurt she had asked such a question.
"You are always welcome here." Thranduil replied softly but he turned away from her sharply. "But do you think I want you here now? Do you think, Emyra, I need anymore heartache?"
"I am not going anywhere Thranduil." He turned sharply and moved so fast Emyra didn't have time to step back, he was so close to her, a fire in his eyes she had not seen before, a fire that terrified her beyond belief, she took a shaky breath.
"I do not need you here, nor do I want you here. Not now!" Thranduil almost sneered at her. Emyra gently placed her hand on his cheek, he instantly relaxed and his facial expression softened at her touch, he let out a shaky sigh.
"I am not going anywhere." Emyra moved her hand from his cheek back to her side. "Even if you don't want me here." She turned walking forward a bit. "I will be in my chambers, if, and when, you need me." With that she left the room, left Thranduil standing there.
A/N: I'm sorry I kinda disappeared, I have had lots of Exams and they are killing the creative juices in my brain :( I should be posting more regularly again now.