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I swallowed nervously as I took the elven lord's sudden appearance. What could he want?

"My lord." I bowed with a hand over my heart. Which I could feel racing terribly. Of course not out of fright. He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. There was something there. He held his arm out for me to take. I looked up at his towering form with uncertainty. He gently picked my hand up and rested it under and over his own arm. He strides were much slower making it easy for me to keep up. My stomach flipped nervously. His pace was unruffled and smooth as we walked to a familiar tree. It still had a lively glow after all this time. I placed my hand on the rough, jagged bark.

I could feel eyes on me. I turned to find Thranduil staring intently at me. His long hair gleamed in the soft light of the night. Beams of moonlight streamed in from the cover of the trees. He observed me for a long while.

"There is a darkness that clouds the light from your features." He spoke softly after a while. His voice was calming, I could detect a purpose for this little visit but not the intent. Whatever that purpose may be, I did not like where this meeting was going. His stance was almost arrogant and demanding. But he was king. I acknowledged his words but remained silent, knowing he wasn't finished.

"I have watched you for many years now. Watched you grow from an elfling. I have not forgotten of your power that you so ardently hide from me, from your family. Do you deny it?" he stood taller, further daunting me.

"No." I spoke barely above a whisper. I didn't want to play this game of his. He pondered his thoughts for a few moments

"I have a proposal to make, if you would accept." Thranduil said. His voice no matter how intimidating made my heart flutter. This feeling that I was overcome with was almost unfamiliar to me. But the sentiments were clear to me.

"You have the power to heal, yet you do not use it." He paused, but continued to circle me like some predator.

"My 'gift' has unpleasant after affects for me." I answered hesitantly not wanting to enclose this information to him. Depending on how much I used my ability, it sometimes took me days to recover. It just took so much out of me. Mentally of course.

"Not even for your king?" he asked quizzically, ignoring my statement all together. He was calm but his eyes hardened to an almost icy glaze. Daring me to argue and deny him further. I caught myself before getting lost in

"Would you subject me to such tidings? As my king would you demand it?" I asked curiously.

He looked up into the trees. Something flickered against his skin. In fact the entire left side of his face began to change. The skin receded, exposing the delicate muscle and tendrils of his face. Thranduil the king of Mirkwood turned his face to stare at me. Horror filled me. It was a scar. What happened to him? My mouth gaped in shock. He turned away from me.

"I took you into my kingdom and this is how you choose to repay me" he said dismissively turning his back to me, making his cloak spread out behind him. But not before I saw his eyes darken with discontent.

"I did not believe kindness needs to be rewarded. Would you have cast me away to die?" I said intently, dismayed at the turn of events. He sneered slightly at me but didn't answer.

"Are you so blind that you cannot see through your own vain? Why would you ask me of this? " I continued somewhat anxiously. The look he gave me was full of venom, successfully silencing me. I had overstepped the mark. Compared to him I was only a lowly sindar elf. Somehow this saddened me that he most likely thought ill of me. But my mind was set on my view of the situation. He wanted me to heal an old wound. Why? I didn't know. Perhaps it pained him still.

"You think me vain? Perhaps even selfish. If you do this for me, you will be rewarded. If not… possibly time in the dungeon will sway you from your hasty decision." he let his threat idle.

His smirk widened as he saw the defeat in my eyes. I signed, suddenly feeling very tired. I hesitated, choosing my next words very carefully. The dungeons were not pleasant at all. I didn't particularly feel like making friends with the (hopefully non-existent) rodents.

"Very well, my lord. I will do as you ask." I replied, suppressing a cringe. He smirked in triumph.

"Very good..." he smiled, pleased with the outcome.

"And Ivoriel, if you ever speak to me as you have done this evening, there will be consequences." His words sent shivers down my spine. It was the first time in a long time that he had spoken my name. I turned swiftly and made a hasty exit. Almost running home.

…

On the way I bumped into Gwaenor. Who had been standing next to a column. Almost hidden in the shadow of it.

"Ivoriel! Where have you been? I waited for you…" Gwaenor said accusingly.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. I forgot." I apologised. I completely forgot that we were going to watch the moon rise. Well it wasn't too late.

"Come on!" he said hurriedly, holding my hand and pulling me to our tree. Thankfully which was far away from where the king had ensnared me. I smiled as the cool air hit us. The cold didn't bother us like it did the mortal race. In fact it was very pleasant against my skin.

We rushed up and down flights of stairs and down corridors until we reached our tree. Which was a great big oak. Gwaenor began climbing. The great oak was sprinkled with snow and was a little slippery. But that never deterred us. I started to climb up after him. He pulled me up to where he was so I could continue climbing in front of him for my own safety in case I slip.

We climbed to the very top and carefully rested on the very tops of the trees. The crisp leaves covered the expanse of the top of the forest like water. Like a lake of leaves. A gently breeze shuffled the leaves making them look like they were dancing to their own special song. My eyes trailed to the moon that had almost fully risen. The stars shone brightly around the puffs of clouds. The mountains were a dominant view in the distance. And I swear I could see the moons rays shine on the lake. Like it had its own source of light.

The moon was big and beautiful as always but not like the stars. Never like the stars. It all felt so special.

"I think Naneth is going to have another baby…" Gwaenor said quietly, playing with a leaf near his chest. I gasped I shock delight.

"Really!? That's lovely and you only tell me this now?" I said flicking his forehead. He only whined 'ow!'

"I bet it's a girl." I teased.

"I bet it's a boy." He countered. We playfully glared at each other.

"If it is a girl, you have to ask Estennil to the winter festival." I said without hesitation.

"And if I win, you have to hint that you want to go with Hatholon to the next feast! You know that Ellon that's always staring at you." Gwaenor said cheekily. He winked at me. I gave his a staged disgusted look.

"Fine, agreed." I said shaking his hand. My skin felt soft against his.

"Until then." He replied, looking back at the bright full moon.

Hope I'm forgiven for the lateness, hopefully this chapter made up for it. But my brain is decaying from writers block so I don't know if this chapter was any good: /

Well until next time…