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(Few days later)

I was ready to start kicking and screaming any minute. I was so sick of this forsaken room. Naturally elves healed quickly but the wait was tedious and was trying on my patience. I had nothing to do and everyone was busy. I could see Gwaenor and Estennil grudgingly get dragged away by their duties. So all I had for company was Avorndir and Irewen, which wasn't much fun at all. But they weren't very talkative, they were more concentrated on their work than anything.

And to make things worse they watched me like a hawk. So I couldn't even sneak away. Not that I would have anywhere to go. I was definitely not going back to my quarters. At least not by myself. I fidgeted in my boredom, which was just eating away at me. The temptation to sneak out of this room was more tempting by the second, until I couldn't take it. If Thranduil wasn't going to come to me then I was going to him.

I placed a pillow or two under the blanket and slipped out of the room. Avorndir and Irewen would hunt me down eventually. But I was just so bored! And to make matters worse, Thranduil had not come to see me. At all. I haven't seen him in weeks, which made me miserable. I stepped out of the room into the corridor and raced towards his wing. I hid behind a pillar when I heard footprints approaching, my heart sped up in dread, yet I couldn't help feel slightly excited. This wasn't the first time someone walked past my hiding spot. I couldn't see who it was but judging by their shadow I could see the person's form. They were very tall.

It never occurred to me that it was anyone I knew. But as the person walked past. A very familiar crown stood tall, their robes brushing against the floor. I jumped out and grabbed him. Thranduil.

The amount of shock splayed on his facial expression was hilarious. I stifled a giggle, he face relaxing into a pleasant smirk.

"I forget how young you are sometimes." He said, leaning down kissing my head softly.

"And you also should not be out of bed! You have been injured, your body needs time to recover." He continued like a scolding mother. I giggled again at him.

"But I feel fine!" I argued lightly.

"I believe that is because of the poppy milk, it is highly likely you feel terrible." He countered half-heartedly. His hand came around mine, the size different was remarkable. I felt like a little elfling again.

Poppy milk? I felt perfectly fine though… was I really ok? I thought I was. Then I remembered taking the poppy milk when given and how much I was given for the pain.

"Let me take you back to your room." He said softly, but I stopped dead. I was not going back to my room or to the healers. I stubbornly stood my ground.

"No! I will die of boredom!" I whined hugging his arm. He signed impatiently and dragged me in the opposite direction of the healing chambers, which was good enough for me. Moments later we came upon his chambers. Was this all a happy dream? He pulled me inside, through the carved doors and gently pushed me down onto a seat with pillows.

"After Moriel's trial. I depart for the City of Dale." I looked up at Thranduil in shock. Moriel's name sending a shiver of fear through my being.

"You will not remain in Mirkwood in my absence. You will join your parents in Lothlorien." He said when I said nothing.

"Why? I can fight just as well as any." I said devastatingly. Why was he sending me away!? I could help. Even if it wasn't with fighting but healing.

"No! I will not have you anywhere near that battle! My decision is final." He said demandingly. I grumpily crossed my arms and looked up at the ceiling, away from him. It hurt to look at him now.

"But what if you do not come back?" I asked despairingly. I turned my face away into the lounge so he could see my face. I was afraid of what he would see. I could hear him coming closer to me. His smooth hands uncrossing my arms. His hand slid under my cheek forcing me to look at him. My eyes stung with tears that I refused to let fall. His thumb traced over the corner of my lips and cheek.

"Do you doubt my fighting skills?" he asked playfully, but upon seeing my crestfallen expression all playfulness disappeared.

"I promise you I will return… I give you my word." He said softly, he held my hand over his heart. But there was no guarantee. No assurance to his words.

"If I were there, I could help!" I said desperately trying to persuade him.

"No!" he said firmly, he moved away from me in distaste. My hand clamped around the sleeve of his robe. He won't turn away from me.

"Why not!?" I asked angrily. His gazed turned icy. I shrank back into the pillows as he walked menacingly towards me. He leaned down so he was close to my face.

"If you were anyone else I would have you thrown in the dungeons for your defiance!" he muttered before taking a sip of wine. The red liquid made his lips a rosy colour.

"So then put me in the dungeon! You cannot make me stay!" I said obstinately. He groaned at my disagreement.

"Do not move, I will send for someone to escort you back to the healing room." With that said he began to walk to the door, he would have. If I hadn't pulled him down to me. His weight was half on me and almost crushed me. And if looks could kill. I would be long dead.

(Meanwhile)

"Lady or not I will put you over my knee." Gwaenor muttered seductively into her ear. Causing the lady Estennil to blush deeply.

"I do not believe you would do that." She countered cheekily. She stubbornly refused to believe he would do that. To prove his point. In a flash Gwaenor had his arms around her ready to pull her over onto his thigh.

"No!" Estennil protested through a fit of laughter.

"Oh? Do you believe me now?" Gwaenor asked playfully, he poked her in the side, making her jump and squirm. She giggled hysterically. Gwaenor ceased his tickling and kissed her on the crook of her neck. When his parents returned, which was soon, he hoped they would all meet each other. He hadn't quite told Estennil how he felt yet. The thought made him nervous. He didn't realise he had gone to quite.

"Gwaenor? What is it?" Estennil asked apprehensively. He met her eyes with a smile.

"I- I have been wanting to tell you, that I ah…" he stumbled over his words nervously. Estennil giggled amusedly.

"Yes?" she asked already suspecting the answer. He signed wanting to be out with it. He fidgeted anxiously.

"I love you! More than anything." the words rushed out of his mouth. Estennil put a finger to his lips. She slowly raised her head and softly kissed the corner of his mouth. He turned his face to capture her lips fully.

I shall end the chapter there :P as it is so late already! Hope you guys liked it!?

Until next time

Ps I probably won't be able to update until next weekend.