"Thranduil…"
"Dawn…"
"Thranduil…"
"Dawn…"
"Thranduil… I am sorry."
"Ada!" Thranduil slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He was back in his room, surrounded by Legolas and some healers. He sat up and looked next to him. "Ada, do not do that again. Dearon and Violet have refused to come out of their rooms, Cílion has barely said a word, and Idril is-"
"Where is Dawn?" A healer stepped forward nervously.
"My lord-"
"Where is Dawn?!"
"Leave us," Legolas said quietly. The healers nodded and left.
"Where is she?" Legolas looked at the corner of the room. Thranduil followed his gaze and paled at the sight of a coffin. No…
"Ada lay back down." Thranduil still got up and slowly made his way to the coffin. Inside was Dawn's body. She had been bathed and dressed in an elegant, pale blue dress. And what he saw next angered him. She wore a crown, not of an eleven queen, but of a mortal one.
"Why is she wearing a mortal crown?"
"Your advisors thought it would be more fitting."
"No!" He took it off and threw it across the room. "She is to wear her crown, the one she received the day we wed." Legolas nodded and left. Once the door shut, Thranduil knelt by the coffin and cried. He had left Hiwen, his first love, to come back to his now dead second wife. He should have stayed with her. He should have died.
Within a few hours Thranduil had regain his strength and was ready to bury Dawn. He had personally placed her crown upon her head, but it was different. It didn't have the same emotion as when he ordered for it. It was as if he had no other choice, as if it was his duty. He himself had changed. Over the past ten years, he opened up more and slowly allowed happiness to enter back into his life, but not anymore. His heart was closed now, forever.
"Ada?" He looked down at his sweet, tear eyed Violet. "Was it my fault?"
"No. It was her fault." Violet looked at him confused, but Thranduil didn't take the time to explain to her. He instead went outside, with his people following close behind, and into the grave yard. Dawn was to be buried at the bottom of a hill under a tree. He gave her no real place of honor for a queen and would have it so that the sun never shined on her. In denying her that small freedom, he was talking away the last bit of hope he had that she would return.
"Today we bury our queen," he started. "She was a loving mother and a gentle wife." Each word sounded meaningless as it left his lips. "Now she will be with our long departed kin." He nodded towards the guards, who then laid the coffin into the grave and started to cover it with dirt. As the last mountain of dirt was dumped on the grave, Thranduil truly felt his heart lock away. He turned and left without another word.
Dawn had wanted this. Thranduil kept telling himself that. She wanted to be free. She did not want to be with you. A month had passed and he felt empty and alone. He didn't let himself get close to anyone. She had said that you were too cold. He closed himself off from everyone, even his children. He spent most days sitting in his throne, governing his people. No one else had liked her. They had disliked her even in death. They whispered to each other about how she had ruined their king and how he was better off without her. Yes, it was for the best. Soon another month passed and it was spring. She liked spring. We were married at the end of spring.
He would occasionally look out his window at the grave yard, just to see if he felt anything. He felt nothing. He would walk outside near it. He still didn't feel anything. It was on one of these walks that he noticed something odd about her grave. He moved closer and saw that it had been dug up and it was empty. He stared at it, and kept starring at it.
"My lord," said a guard as he approached him. "I was on my way to inform you of this robbery." Thranduil wasn't really listening. He didn't even really care. "My lord, what will be the punishment for this robbery?"
"Does it really need one?" The guard looked down, only to hide his confusion.
"She was the queen…"
"And I am the king."
"But my lord-"
"Find the thief and rebury her. That is your task, nothing more."
"My lord-"
"Do your job or else I will find someone else who can. Am I understood?"
"Yes my lord."
"Good. Now go do as instructed."
"Right away, my lord." The guard bowed and left. Thranduil still stared at the empty grave.
"Even in death, you are a thorn in my side."
Almost over. Sorry it's so short. I'll try and post another chapter later today.