Jubchili: lol, I'm glad I could make you so happy.

The random mood swings, she could handle.

The times he had to keep her inside for her own safety, locked away from the world like a porcelain doll, she could handle.

The dishonor and obvious distaste both he and she sufferred in public because he had chosen a human bride, she could handle.

But, the screaming, she could not handle.

It would start as soft murmurs in the night, barely enough for her to hear so she would just wander the halls, find something to stuff in her ears and go back to bed.

But, then the screaming started and her skin began to crawl. The howls were easily enough terrifying on their own, coming from him, it made it all the more terrible. She would be jolted from sleep to him jerking on his side of the bed. She had never been good in situations like this (of course, this had never happened eith anyone other than him), so she had just curled on the edge of the bed, waiting to hear him wake, gasping for breath through tear stained teeth.

It hurt to hear this process, it was only made worse by her inability to comfort.

One night, it became too much, she couldn't do it again.

The night of Spring Harvest, after a granduous ball in the main palace, they retired to their bedroom. A joined bath, tender touches and Fiel was out like a light. Her belly had swollen to a visible lump but she was only having odd cravings, praying the stress from his night terrors would not effect their unborn child.

When her eyes opened, the screams weren't that bad, but they were enough. Sharp pangs between hurried whispers, his fingers twisting in the sheets, legs shaking.

She grunted, rolling around, getting to her knees on his side. She took a hold of his left shoulder and began to simply shake him.

"Thranduil," she whispered. "Thranduil please wake up..."

He only yelped.

Her shaking began to grow more insistent. "Please! Please wake up! I'm scared!"

He always kept her from feeling this way but now it was him scaring her and she was pretty sure he didn't even know it.

She flinched when he gasped, eyes flying open. Long fingers snatched at her right hand as she pulled away, holding her firm . Something growled between his teeth but she just stared at his face. As he slowly came down from his dazed state, he wanted to hide.

As he went to turn, to leave, she reached out and took a hold of the right side of his face, keeping him still. "Oh baby," her tone was tender, despaired.

And he hated her for it.

She saw clear through. Tendon, bone, sinew, all exposed to her tender eyes. Her fingers shook gainst the side of his face then she finally pulled away. And he fell back into his pillows, reaching to grip his bangs with his right hand. Fiel stared at him for a moment then twisted around, pulling the sheets up around her legs. She was all but swallowed by her single pillow, staring at the ceiling until he fell asleep again.

This time, when the screaming started, she only scrambled for him left hand, holding it tightly in her own.

This chapter will be revised in the future because I am not content.