Mirkwood was known to be quiet after a celebration had taken place. Usually people were too drunk, or too tired, to know where they were or how to find their way to their chambers.
Thranduil, had always strongly disagreed with his guards that were on duty to behave in such a way, yet most of the time they did. He made his rounds down to the Guards in the cellar frowning to find them drunk, and asleep.
"I said guard the wine, not drink it." His voice was cold, his frown deepening, he to was tired, and didn't really have the time nor the patience to deal with his Guards. Thranduil almost rolled his eyes as they started mumbling that they were deeply sorry. "Do not apologize, I have learned from this. The answer is simple, you will not be down here again"
Thranduil turned on his heel leaving to let the words linger in the air, he made his way back to his throne, or better yet he wished he were going to see Emyra, he had only seen glimpses of her at the celebration, they were good at keeping their distance at those things, in order not to draw attention, or any suspicion of the relationship that was going on between them in secret.
"My Lord." The voice pulled Thranduil from his thoughts, he looked at the Elf that stood before him and gestured for him to continue.
"Lord Elrond has arrived." The guard spoke softly. "He requests a Council with you My Lord, and the Lady Emyra." Thranduil tapped his finger on his knee.
"Very well, send for Lady Emyra, I will meet them both in my study." The guard nodded bowing and taking his leave whispering to another guard to find Emyra before taking his post outside the doors of the Throne room once again.
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Emyra sat on one of the chairs in her chamber that was located in front of the fire, she had a book balanced delicately on her finger tips, a knock echoed through the room, though she didn't look up.
"Come in." She called softly, she didn't know who would want her at this hour, especially after the celebration, besides Thranduil made it clear he was occupied, so she was not expecting him.
"Lady Emyra, Lord Thranduil has asked for you in his study." Emyra looked up from her book and over at the guard, furrowing her brow.
"Is there something wrong?" She asked concern clear in her voice.
"No My Lady, the Lord Elrond has requested a council with yourself and the King, that is all." Emyra nodded closing her book gently setting it on the table, she was luckily still dressed in her gown from the Celebration as they only thing she had changed was she took her hair out.
"I will be right there." The Guard bowed before leaving the room, when the sound of his footsteps faded Emyra left her room, she walked up the steps that lead to Thranduil's study, her heart was pounding in her chest, Elrond would not have come unannounced if it was not of great importance.
Emyra knocked gently waiting to be given permission to enter, when the familiar voice sounded she slipped into the room. She walked over to where Thranduil and Elrond were standing. She nodded her head slightly at both of them.
"I was told you had asked for Council. It must be urgent, has something happened?" Thranduil turned from Elrond his hands clasped firmly behind his back, he looked at Emyra.
"Emyra, I think its best you sit down." Thranduil looked at one of the chairs, Emyra did as she was asked not wanting to question him, but the way the both of them were acting made her nervous, had something happened with her family? Or were the Orcs growing bolder again?
"Lord Elrond, has reason to believe that your life could be in great danger." Emyra looked over at Elrond.
"You had a vision?" Emyra asked softly, her hands were shaking, she knew Thranduil had noticed as well as his gaze stayed on her hands for a little longer than a moment.
"Yes Emyra, I did." Elrond answered. "Your life, is in great danger if you stay here. I do not know why, I just know it is. If you stay here, it could cost you everything, even your life."
"I'm not leaving!" Emyra stood up fast enough that the chair moved back making an awful noise that rang in her ears.
"Emyra..." Emyra looked at Thranduil.
"I'm not leaving." She said it again her eyes narrowing. "This is my home now, I grew up here. I have friends here, people I consider my Family, I am not leaving. Your Visions are not set in stone Lord Elrond, If I feel my life is in danger I will act accordingly but until then, I remain here."
Elrond bowed his head respectfully. "I respect your decision, I wanted you to be warned. I've known you since you were no more than a little girl." Emyra nodded slightly, watching as Lord Elrond excused himself and took his leave, leaving her with Thranduil.
"Emyra...If your life is in danger..." Thranduil started but Emyra cut him off pressing her lips to his resting her hands on his chest.
"Thranduil...We will cross that bridge when or if we get there...and we will cross it together." Emyra smiled gently at him.
"If your life is in danger because of me...I would never forgive myself if something happened to you, after all you've been through, all I've put you through..."
"My life is not in danger." Emyra reassured him, but even she was not sure, however, she wasn't leaving, she was staying where she was, with Thranduil, if she was safe anywhere it was with him, with his protection.