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The very moment we arrived home I snuck around the crowds that rejoiced in the return of their loved ones and the king and into the fortress. When no one was around I sprinted to my room. I was so tired. I striped my armour off, it clattered to the floor in a bloody heap. I only had a tunic and pants on that had patches of blood soaked into the fabric just about everywhere which had seeped through the armour. Falling face first into the bed I groaned deliriously at the softness. It almost didn't feel real. My legs dangled off the edge, my toes not quite reaching the stone floor.
I don't remember falling asleep but I did, because the next moment my eyes refocused on the world around me. The sun must have been setting by now. My attention snapped to the movement in the corner of my eye. Aewenel was asleep in the chair and very much pregnant. I couldn't believe the size of her. The chair wasn't really comfortable and absolutely not appropriate for the condition she was in. I slid from the bed and ambled over to her form. I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and softly shook her.
"Aewenel? Naneth?" I asked as her eyes focused on my face. Her eyes widened in shock and not a moment later tears formed in her eyes.
"Ivoriel! You are unhurt!" she threw her arms around me which was incredibly difficult considering the bulge that stood between us.
"Yes! I am fine." I whispered soothingly into her ear. Her body shook from her anguish. I never meant for my parents to get this upset. I immediately felt guilty. It weighed me down like heavy armour.
"Promise you will never ever do that again!" she cried, I could feel the tears fall on my thin outfit.
"I am terribly sorry! I will not. I give you my word." I said in reassurance. My Naneth hugged me tighter. Her ragged breathes could easily be heard. But after a while she calmed and the tears stopped flowing as freely.
"Your adar would love to see you! He is tending to the wounded. I am afraid I must stay here, Malenor insists. He has gotten overly protected." She huffed glancing down at herself. She drew me in another hug before letting me get cleaned up and dressed suitably.
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I reached the healing chambers, my hand placed on the handle ready to enter before a guard halted me.
"My sincere apologies my lady. My lord elven king desires to see you." The young guard stammered breathlessly. He nervously shifted his armoured feet. I smiled at him hoping to ease his nerves even in the slightest.
"I need to see Malenor first. I will only be a moment." I reassured him when he opened his mouth about to argue. I turned the door knob and entered. The chambers were rather full of muddied and bloody soldiers. The guard trailed into the room after me, he seemed uncomfortable here. I eventually spotted Malenor. I could see the relief in his eyes so clearly. A very happy smile broke out across his face and gave me a quick hug.
"Oh thank the Valar!" he said, his hands a tad bloody and he smelt strongly of herbs. I smiled broadly at him, almost cheekily. I clasped my hands together in front of me. I had missed being in the safety of home.
"Need any help?" I asked looking around. The look he gave me was confirmation enough. Thranduil would have to wait. I looked at the young guard that stood behind me hoping he would understand that my Adar would very much need my help aiding him in healing the wounded. He nodded once.
"I will inform the king of your decision." The young Ellon said understandingly and hastily left. I quickly got to work with the most severely injured which was a broken arm and a few ribs.
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I cautiously tip toed further into the darkened room. I couldn't see him even with my keen eyesight. Thranduil was nowhere to be seen. I almost turned to leave. I squealed when someone enclosed me in their long arms. That was until realising it was the very Ellon I was looking for. Thranduil. My heart fluttered as his familiar scent flooded my senses. The small smile that formed on my lips was uncontrollable. I turned in his grip, he was considerably taller than me. He bent his head down and I stood on my tippy toes to experimentally kiss him on the corner of the mouth. In his impatience his grabbed me firmly around the waist and lifted me to deepen the kiss more to his liking. He held me so close I could feel a warmness spread through me like no other. My hands gently wound into his hair which felt smooth and silky to the touch. His groan was muffled by our lips moulding together but I felt its sound nonetheless. I could feel his thin, long fingers play with the back of my deep pearl dress. I gasped when I felt a cool breeze flutter around my legs that I realised he had raised it as if he meant to take it off. His lips caressed my ear with a soft kiss. I shivered, a feeling akin to delight washing over me. I never noticed until now that he had edged us to closest available piece of furniture. He lowered me to the couch and began to kiss me fervently.
"Sire? The feast has begun already! You will be late." Galion exclaimed from the door, his eyes were cast down. Thranduil groaned in mildly concealed frustration.
"Let's skip the feast." He whispered, breathing hotly against my neck.
"But you must go!" I scolded, the laughter in my eyes betraying my feigned seriousness.
"And so do you." Was his only reply.
"Hmm I am afraid not. I have to look after my Naneth." I said kissing his nose. He supported most of his weight with his elbows until now that is. I became trapped under him.
"You may… if you can get up." He smiled, his teeth showing. I giggled breathlessly.
"My lord!" Galion said loudly behind the presumably door. We could see the shadow of his form under the shred of light that escaped under the door. I could almost hear his foot tapping with impatience. Thranduil groaned loudly.
"In a moment!" he said loudly, slowly getting off me. I muffled my laughter into the pillows. Which earned a poke in the ribs.
"I am not finished." He threatened playfully, pulling me up from the cushions. He dragged me along to the door and while he would be at the party I would be taking care of my mother.
Once we stepped outside his chambers we met Galion who was not amused. Not at all. But that didn't matter now. We were home and safe.
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Elves danced merrily at the feast though some sat and drank wine with little cheer in their mourning. Though Ivoriel sat comfortably in her naneth's chambers. They both listened to the celebrations that echoed around the halls of the woodland realm. Though unbeknownst to everyone a troublesome shadow slinked about in the line of trees just outside the gate.
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