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Ivoriel dreamt of descending darkness and whispering voices in a speech that echoed eerily in her mind. The light that radiated from her body began to fade quickly. 'No light'.

She awoke in a cold sweat. Her heart trying to escape from the cage of her chest.

"Adar?" she asked rubbing her eyes. She opened her eyes only to have memories flood her mind. Her Adar was never going to be there anymore when she woke up. She sniffled and looked around her. No one was here. This wasn't the healing chambers she realised. The walls were made of wood and stone, delicate carvings of flowers and vines adorned the ceiling and door. Ivoriel being so small had to jump off of the enormous bed. Her feet making little sound as she landed on the cold floor. Her fingers brushed against the covers of the bed she slept in. The silky covers were as smooth as water and as soft as the malleable fabric. A chest lay at the end of her bed where a pretty pale lavender dress lay for her. She gently pulled her old dress off which had a few dirt patches at the ends of it and put on the new dress. It had long sleeves made of a fragile lace that made her very modest. She stood on her tip toes to look in the mirror to comb her silvery hair. She stopped after her stomach grumbled. She giggled. She walked across the room to peek out into the corridor. She had absolutely no idea where she was and there wasn't anybody outside her door. She smiled.

'Time for an adventure!' She thought excitedly as she crept down the corridor. It had beautiful arches and columns. After exploring for some time she came across a dead end with a strange wooden door. Her curiosity flared as her hand went to the handle and pulled it down. The door opened without a squeak or protest but as she closed the door she heard soft footfalls come down the corridor she had just been in. Only problem now she could hear talking from not only one elf but a lot of them. With nowhere to run she dashed into the room, adrenaline spiked her blood. She looked around; there weren't many hiding spots except under the stone table that was situated in the middle of the room. Ivoriel crawled under it to the far end so no one could see her. She stayed very still as the door opened and at least 12 or more people entered. They slowly began taking seats at the table she was under. She was too terrified of getting into trouble that she made no move and held her breathe.

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Boredom. The word couldn't even begin to describe what she was feeling. She'd been sitting in the same spot for an hour now. She watched the sun's rays that shone through the window shift ever so slowly.

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She turned around slowly, quieter than a mouse. But as fate has its way a pair of gleaming boots caught her attention like a moth to an open flame.

She couldn't resist. She had to touch them; ever so gently she brushed her hand on the smooth leather. The person slightly jerked their foot back in surprise. She shrugged, the elf was already aware that she was there but she heard no mention of her in their conversations. The person was keeping silent of her presence. She guessed she was going to be in big trouble she silently tried to make a quiet escape but the person inconspicuously placed the toe of their boot on the end of her dress halting her quick getaway. The weight of their foot was heavy, restricting her movement. She started to get bored again as they droned on about whatever it was they were talking about. Ivoriel, left with nothing else to do but start poking the person where their toes were. They never moved or recoiled from her touch so she carried on with unbuckling the straps on the boots. She blocked off her air supply as she desperately held in her giggles. Still they didn't move.

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It felt like hours to Ivoriel until their meeting was finished. The elves around the table began to stand, some even began to leave. Ivoriel looked around excitedly. She made to move but realised the person's boot was still firmly placed on her dress.

"My king?" an ellon by the sound of it began to talk. Ivoriel froze. The king? Uh oh.

"You're dismissed, Ionor. I wish a moment alone." Thranduil's liquid voice sounded across the room. The door closed and Ivoriel suddenly found herself being dragged unceremoniously out from under the table. Gentleness be damned it seemed. He lifted her up to his eye level. His face only inches from hers.

"And what did you think you are doing?" he hissed. Ivoriel ignored him and automatically reached to touch his crown curiously. He leaned away from her but that did not deter her from her little mission. The red and orange hue of the leaves and berries had caught her attention. She touched it gently. She slowly moved her hand down his hair. Her tiny fingers running through a strand of his radiant hair with a fascination. She looked at him then and could sense a darkness in him. It was unfortunately one she recognised. Grief. She understood this pain.

She leaned in and wrapped her small arms around his neck, surprising him to some extent. 'She just wants some comfort' Thranduil reassured himself. As she rested her head in the crook of his neck. He smelt like wine and something floral, woody almost. Her breathe tickled him.

She jumped down from his lap so suddenly and raced out of the room. He made to follow only to realise his boot falling partially off. He signed as he lost sight of her as she passed the door.

End of chapter! Reviews are most welcome! Had to end it there I feel like I'm going to pass out :P good night readers or should I say morning... until next time