"Now is not the time," Dawn called over her shoulder as entered her bedroom. Ever since she had woken up, she felt too different. Before, she felt alone and different, like she didn't belong. Suddenly everyone, except Dearon of course, treated her with a new respect. Even Thranduil seemed to care about her more. Four months after Joy was born, he decided they need to "make love." Dawn thought that wouldn't be appropriate, considering the fact that they weren't in love. However, she had been too much in a daze to even realize it had happened, but soon awoke from it when she found herself pregnant again. That had truly infuriated her, so much that she had even moved back out of their room to one as far away from his as possible. They had also begun to argue more often.
"You always say that when you do not have your way," he said while following inside. "I mean it, no means no."
"But that is not fair!"
"I do not care. I am king, and what I say goes." She threw her brush at him and screamed. He dodged it easily and glared. "And stop throwing your temper tantrums. You are not a child."
"Do not tell me what to do! I can do whatever I please!"
"No you cannot! You may be queen, but the one person you WILL answer to is me!" She stood on her tip toes and glared at him.
"You will see. I will get what I want. One way or another, I WILL win." He smirked down at her, with an evil glint in his eye.
"We shall see. Goodnight Dawn." He turned and left, knowing full well that he had won. The next morning he went to see her to breakfast. He knocked and waited, but she did not open it. "Dawn. Open the door this instance." When she still did not answer, he went to open the door. He was surprised to find it was locked. "Dawn!" He hit and kicked the door until it came off the hedges. He looked are surprised. The room was empty, and the window was open…He ran outside to the stables and saw an elf feeding the horse. "Have you seen the queen?"
"No I have not," he replied. "But another elf said he saw her go riding with Joy and Violet." Thranduil stared at the open gates in shock. Not only had she managed to escape, but she took their daughters with her. Maybe they had only just gone riding and she snuck out in fear of being escorted around. But who was he kidding? She had left him and his family. But why did she leave Cílion? He'd worry about that later. He first had to find them before the spiders did.
"Ready my horse and me ten of my best warriors." The elf nodded before doing as instructed. Within the next our, Thranduil and his warrior ventured into the forest. For hours they searched. He had to find them. Joy was barely a year old and Dawn was due any day now. He had to hurry. As night fell, he began to give up all hope of ever finding them again.
"Ada!" He turned and looked in the direction the noise came from. He could barely make out a small figure running towards him.
"Violet!" He jumped off his horse and ran towards her, catching her in a tight embrace. He kissed the top of her head and held her close while she cried. "It will be alright now. Where are your mother and sister?" The five year old looked up at him with tear filled eyes.
"I saved Joy. I hid her really good."
"That is good, but where is your mama?"
"A spider took her. I am sorry Ada. I tried to save her."
"There was nothing you could do, but do not worry. We will find her. I promise." She nodded before laying her head on his shoulder. He only hoped he had not just told her a lie.