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Eglanor searched for Ivoriel but to no avail. He was instructed by the king to watch over her. To keep her safe and he and failed. But someone's word caught his notice.

"I can't find my sister!" a gold haired elf said arriving upon the scene with another patrol of guards.

"An orc shoved her into the water!" an ebony haired elf replied. 'The water! Then she is surely dead.' He thought but Eglanor wouldn't give up and neither would her brother it seemed.

Gwaenor proceeded to look and ran along with the river. Desperately trying to spot his sister. He also noticed one of the king's guards with him searching as well. 'What does he want with her?' he thought angrily. Gwaenor gasped sharply as he saw Ivoriel's hair ghost around the surface of the water, then later her body submerging under the water. She was still alive. She had to be. She was getting pulled along with the current. 'Why wasn't she fighting it?' But then he spotted a small gash on her head, little mists of blood washed away with the current.

Gwaenor dived into the river, he was strong enough to fight against the strong current. He pulled her up to the surface of the water. Her body limp as if she were dead. Eglanor had reached them and pulled her out of Gwaenor's offering arms and laid her on the bank. He helped Gwaenor out of the water. Eglanor compressed her chest gently. It took a few moments before Ivoriel came back to consciousness and coughed up the water she had swallowed. Eglanor signed in relief at the sight

Back to Ivoriel's POV

My eyes snapped open to reality and I coughed frantically on water that was blocking my off my air supply. Exhaustion seemed to seep into my very bones. My head fell back on his shoulder, hitting his leather breast plate with a soft thud. I breathed in deeply. Enjoying the freedom of doing so again.

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Something roused me from my daze. The medical wing's ceiling was quite interesting especially when the light played with the cravings, creating fascinating patterns. This was a sign that I have gone mad. Or completely and utterly bored. I didn't notice I had a visitor, until I looked about the room. I was greeted by a relieved smile from Malenor. I smiled back but it soon turned to a grimace as the pain flared at my subconscious movement. Malenor noticed and came to sit on the corner of my bed.

"Do not move. You are lucky to be alive! Ivoriel, the king informed me that you were in the guard, you could have died!" he said sternly, his eyes flashed and that's how I knew he wasn't mad. He was furious.

Thranduil has surprisingly made an effort to come and see you while you were unconscious… you would not happen to be keeping something from me." He said, raising an eyebrow mischiefly. Oh no! Of course he would have other ideas of why Thranduil had visited. I shivered faintly.

"Of course not!" I said slightly offended at his implication. I could see he didn't believe me.

"You are relieved from your duty and I fully support his decision." He continued. I looked around in bemusedly. There were a handful of others will injuries here. Why was I so special that I could so easily be dismissed? It wasn't fair!

"No! He cannot do that." I said in denial.

"I am afraid he can! He is our king. He is only concerned for your safety and his people. But what I am disappointed in is that you did not tell your mother and I about being in the guard."

I played with my fingers guiltily. Malenor put his hand over mine in comfort.

"I am not angry. But please do not scare us like that." He said softly. My ears pricked at the sound of light snoring. I turned my head towards the source of the noise. I saw a very familiar pair of feet on a chair behind the curtain of the window.

"He never left you know… he was worried you would never wake." Malenor smiled with affection. I felt my chest tighten. I never meant to cause anyone worry.

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Fingers continually tapped on the surface of the wooden desk. Thranduil stared at the border reports from various captains of the woodland realm. The orc attack gnawed at him. Legolas had returned safely. But that was not what bother him. He had gone to see Ivoriel. 'Foolish' he scolded himself. But the anxiousness was too much he had to see her. His heart twinged uncomfortably at the state she was in.

'What did it matter? Guards are always managed to hurt themselves. Whether they sustain a wound from a spider or orc! There was even a young guard that had fallen from a tree last week.' he thought miserably. He was feeling things he shouldn't be. But dismissing her from her patrol responsibility had eased his mind. Perhaps I should move Ivoriel into my wing. Or even her family as not to rouse suspicion.

The tapping of the king's hand was driving Galion, Thranduil butler up the wall. 'Where are his thoughts today? Perhaps I have neglected to serve him more wine.' Galion thought idly. He shuffled slightly in boredom. But his movement caught Thranduil's attention.

"Galion, you may go." Thranduil said waving his hand nonchalantly. Galion made no hesitation to leave. Though the thought had crossed his mind that he should offer to bring something. I shall send another bottle of wine… or his lunch." Was Galion's last thought.

Thranduil poured another glass of his preferred wine. His ninth glass already. After some thought he had made up his mind. 'I will move the Laemirthor's into my wing. Malenor's father's chambers, I believe. It is rightfully his, as it had been his forefathers. Hm they had all been healers… but Ivoriel is not biologically his daughter…' his thoughts drifted about her then. The sun had begun to set, Thranduil had not noticed the time pass before he was almost sitting in the dark.

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