Emyra laughed lightly as she ran through the forest, her red hair was in a loose braid going down her back, her bow clasped in her hands, her brother and sister following close behind.
"I win again!" Emyra laughed more as she stopped leaning against a tree near the palace gates. Alassëa giggled slightly, as she came up to Emyra with her fake bow.
"Again? Thats the third time in a row Myra."
"Yes Emyra. You won. Why don't you tell the whole kingdom I'm sure they would love to hear about it." Rhydian huffed slightly, causing Emyra to giggle.
"Your just a sore loser Rhydian. Being King has made you think you can't lose!" Rhydian rolled his eyes at his younger sister comment.
"Maybe, I just injured my leg." He said faking a limp making both of the girls laugh.
"No you didn't!" Emyra laughed a little more. Rhydian shook his head.
"When are you going to stop playing games Emyra? When are you going to grow up?" Emyra's smile dropped, it was clear he wasn't joking anymore.
"Rhydian what has got into you? We haven't seen each other in ages, Alassëa wanted to play with both of us, since you seem to busy to pay any attention to her! I am grown up, and apparently more mature than you!" Emyra almost snapped at him, this was the first time they had fought, actually fought their entire lives.
"I'm late." He grumbled turning and walking towards the entrance of the Palace. Emyra sighed shaking her head watching Rhydian walk away. She took Alassëa's hand and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Would you like to play again?" She asked, the little elfling just giggled before taking off towards the woods.
"Okay! But this time you catch me!" Alassëa's almost seemed to sing it, her giggle's filling the air.
"Then you better run faster Little elf." Emyra replied taking off after her little sister.
Emyra sent Alassëa off with one of the maids to get her cleaned up and ready for dinner. She was just about to enter her room when a guard ran up to her.
"Lord Thranduil wishes to see you my Lady. He is in the Throne room." Emyra sighed, she knew exactly what it was about. The guards Thranduil had following her were making Alassëa uneasy, so Emyra lost them before she headed out with Rhydian and the girl to play a game of Orc and Maiden, she knew Thranduil would not be happy when he heard that she had managed to escape his guards, but she had too.
She moved into the throne room, Thranduil was sitting on his Throne one leg strung over the other, a large amount of green silk circling around him, she moved up the steps stopping before she reached the top, he dismissed the guards at the bottom with a wave of his hand before looking at Emyra.
"You ran away from your guards." He said with eyebrows raised. Emyra couldn't tell if he was angry or just simply not impressed as he sat there with a predator like stillness, she simply sighed.
"They scared Alassëa, and I was with my Brother." she countered, Thranduil sighed standing up wrapping his arm around her hips kissing her forehead.
"With Elrond's warning, you need to be protected all the time Emyra." Thranduil's voice was soft, he would have been angry with anyone else if they had done that, but it was Emyra, it was hard for him to be angry with her.
"I was armed, Thranduil I was fine, I promise."
"What if something had happened?"
"But nothing did." Emyra sighed her frustration with him was growing and he was wearing her patience thin, she gestured for him to sit back down and when he did she sat carefully on his lap, something she didn't do often if at all. "Thranduil, I am fine. Stop your worrying about me, and start worrying about the things you need to worry about." she leaned down pressing her lips to Thranduil's wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I do need to worry about you." He replied his breath spreading over her skin caused shivers to move down her spine.
"No..." Emyra started. "You are a King...You need to worry about your people, your Kingdom." She pressed a kiss just bellow his ear. "Besides, if you don't want me getting away from your guards, perhaps, you should train them better." He chuckled against her skin his eyes meeting hers.
"I assure you they are well trained." He raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I grew up with you Thranduil, they need to be trained a whole lot better." Emyra went to stand up giggling when Thranduil grabbed her again.
"Where do you think your going?" He whispered in her ear, they were now standing, Emyra's back pressed up against Thranduil's lean body.
"To take a bath, get cleaned up." Emyra shifted in his grip. "Perhaps...My King...You will see me later this evening." She gently placed a hand on his cheek, giving him a gentle kiss, a kiss that was supposed to be a tease, but Thranduil held her close, the kiss Deepening. Emyra slipped from his grip smiling slightly at the annoyed sound he made. "You have work to do, and with my brother no less."
Like that she was gone, just as quickly as she had come, out one of the hidden passageways few knew existed, just as Rhydian came through the main doors. Thranduil moved back to sit in his throne, slinging his legs over the arm of the grand thing.
"Lord Thranduil." Rhydian greeted with a bright smile. Thranduil returned the smile, but making no effort to stand up to properly greet the elf before him, this was his home, his Kingdom, he was King here. Besides, Emyra's Brother had always somehow managed to get on Thranduil's nerves, made him colder than he was to most. He would have to pay a visit to Emyra later, she always softened his heart.