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Pale hands tightly gripped Ivoriel's wrists, pinning them at the sides of her head. Thranduil's form hovered over Ivoriel's. To another's perspective this position would seem very intimate.

"Perhaps I should throw you in a cell. Maybe I should lock you in my chambers until I return…" he said idly, flexing his fingers around her wrists. His weight pinned Ivoriel to the couch, limiting her room for escape. Her eyes flashed dangerously at him. This savageness expressed through her eyes surprised him somewhat. A trickle of anxiety at the back of his mind worried that Moriel's imprisonment affected her psychologically.

"Ivoriel, I care too much to put you in the path of harm! You need to recover from the recent events that have occurred." He said, gently stroking her bottom lip with his thumb. Her eyes were glassy with tears.

"No!" she whispered, shaking her head. A tear slithered down her cheek. Thranduil stopped it in its path by placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Please could you do that for me? It would very much put my mind at rest to know you are safe." But no matter how much he tried to persuade, she would not budge.

"Why are you so stubborn?" Thranduil whined resignedly.

"Why do you have to forsake so many lives? And to what cause?" Ivoriel asked, desperately trying to change his mind. Thranduil's gaze darkened considerable to an icy steel blue hue. Which was a dramatic change from his usual livid grey blue eyes. Ivoriel couldn't help but feel mesmerised by them. She could feel herself begin to get lost in them, like a lonely boat afloat and lost at sea.

"The dwarves of Erebor have withheld something from me for a very long time. I wish to have it back." He said adamantly. Ivoriel opened her mouth to protest but Thranduil was having no of that and pulled her up to meet his lips, in a chaste kiss.

They didn't hear it but Captain Ectheldirhad been knocking on the king's chamber door for at least ten minutes. He had decided to enter, as he had been ordered to report immediately to his lord elven king.

"My lord! Ah pardon the intrusion! I- I shall wait outside." The captain stuttered apologetically. Ectheldir nervously turned around and waited outside as to give them time to straighten themselves. Thranduil sat up holding Ivoriel in his lap like a child.

"And so the gossip shall begin." Thranduil groaned quietly in her ear. Ivoriel could feel the vibration run from his chest. She sat uncomfortably on his thigh yet comfortably at the same time. Of course Ivoriel was ignorant of the effect she had on him as she leaned into his warm embrace, not even when she felt an unusual hardness at his crutch settle against the side of her leg. Ectheldir marched back in and held a handful of reports from the other captains as well out to his king. The captain looked around nervously, he avoided the king's eye. Instead he looked at Ivoriel, her beauty distracting him greatly. She looked to be ill but she appeared radiant, especially her hair. Which seemed luminous almost, like an innocent silvery light in the dark.

"Ectheldir? The reports?" Thranduil asked strangely patient, his eyes piercing the captain's sea blue eyes.

"Ah-yes! My lord!" Ectheldir said handing the reports to Thranduil. Thranduil's other arm snaked around Ivoriel's hip as he read through the letters. Ivoriel looked briefly at the paperwork then at the captain. Ectheldir bowed quickly as Thranduil dismissed him with a single wave of his hand. Ivoriel jumped up from his lap when the heavy door closed with a soft thump

"Where do you think you are going?" Thranduil asked mischievously, setting aside the paperwork. Before Ivoriel could blink she was hauled back on his lap once more. His arms forming a giant cage around her. She could feel his nose gliding an inch from the delicate skin of her neck.

"Nowhere, my lord." She answered quickly. She thought that perhaps she shouldn't be so close to him. Not that she could get away even if she wanted to.

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I knew it was stupid. I knew I shouldn't, but it could not be helped. My bare feet hit the cool stone at the end of the stairs leading to the last floor of the dungeons. A shiver of revulsion ran up my spine, though still, I pressed on.

It was dark here, but my keen eyesight had no difficulty seeing in the dark. A flicker of a dying candle illuminated someone lying on the floor.

A guard that had been supervising Moriel's cell lay on the ground, unnaturally still. Blood seeped from under his helmet and around him.

Panic became the very foundation of my being. It vibrated through my every fibre. My heart leapt in my throat. I stepped in something wet… and cold. Its colour dark against my skin as I leaned down and examined the body. I placed my hands on his wrists.

I could feel a pulse! His breathing was so shallow I could barely detect the movement from his abdomen. I dragged him as gently as I could to my lap. I barely realised what I was doing as my hands took his helmet off. I discovered a shallow gash across his throat and a savage stab wound to his chest that was awfully close to his heart.

Moriel did this! Her cell door was left wide open. I moved my hand gently across his throat. He swallowed in his unconsciousness. A slither of blue mist that looked almost like water moved across the wounded area of his neck and to his chest. He didn't wake but I could feel his pulse become stronger with each second. His breathes became more regular and deeper. I placed my hand over his heart which was strong under the palm of my hand. The stronger he got the wearier I became, but I had to help him! I couldn't let him die because I wasn't strong enough…

A strangled sound of relief escaped my mouth when the elf coughed dryly.

"You live!" I cried in joy. The shock reflected in the young guards forest green eyes. He grasped my wrist tightly.

"She has escaped!" he said in apprehension. I helped him rise to his feet slowly. The aftershock of almost dying catching up to him. He felt his chest and neck, not quite believing

"I must inform the king!" he gasped, gripping my hand tightly and pulling me with him. He limped slightly as we raced to the king.

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Moriel ran free through the trees. They seemed against her. Whispering to each. Even the animals were driven away by her presence. She was evil and naturally repulsed all living things. Except of course the dead and other foul beings that plagued the world with their cruelty and malice. Ivoriel was the light, the light that repelled Moriel. It wasn't over. Not yet.

Soo what did you guys think? Good? Bad?

Ps I had the craziest thought! Has anyone ever made a snow white fanfic, Thranduil could be the knight in shiny armour and the dwarves! Omg :'D