Galadriel's Daughter, the Prophesied Child.

Chapter 6: Meeting the Elven King

Chapter 6

Kyrnn's POV

"You're in my kingdom, Mirkwood." A deep melodic voice spoke to me. Was it just me or did he sound...angry? Not good, I told myself.

Looking up, I saw a beautiful elf - intimidatingly beautiful, that is. He wore his white blond hair carelessly flowing down from his face, and his overall attire marked him as one of wealth and importance. An elaborate cloak for example, a piece of jewelery here and there. He reeked of power, and had a dangerous aura.

"Wh-who are you?" I stuttered. Remebering my earlier experience, "How did I get here? Why am I here? Are...are you going to hurt me?" I asked, terrified.

Piercing blue eyes stared at my face, searching for answers.

"I believe that is you, elleth, whom I should be asking that. Be gratefull I saved your life and be silent." he said in a chilling voice.

Well, I thought bitterly. I am not his to order! And I still don't know how I got here.

"And as for who I am," he continued in that same tone. "I am Thranduil of Mirkwood, king of the forest, son of Oropher." At his words, Kyrnn flinched back. This is the elven king that my entire village warned me about? she thought. I'm doomed.

Thranduil's POV

At my words, the elleth paled and flinched back, wincing at the sudden movement. I wondered why I regretted intimidating her like that. But it had to be done, I reminded myself. I must find out if she 's threat. I spoke again, giving her time to answer.

"Now, who are you?"

After a long pause, she almost inaudible replied, " I am...Kyrnn."

Kyrnn...I mused. That is not an elvish name, and most ill fitting for a true lady of our elven race.

Kyrnn's POV

The king look lost in thought. There was really no other way to say it.

I stared at the elven king, wondering whether it would be a good idea to disturb him from his pondering. After a while, I got bored.

Taking this chance to observe where I was, I glanced around the room, hoping to preoccupy myself in some form of entertainment.

The entire place reeked of luxury and wealth. On my right, beautifully paneled windows opened to reveal an intricately carved balcony, perhaps overview the village. Or the forest...? I thought. In any case, the person could be sure to have a stunning view of the sky, I noted.

Gazing around the room, I noticed how the walls were elaborately painted in stunning patterns, how the floors were polished against intricate tiles, how beautifully tapestries hung creatively here and there, how a warm hearth sat across the bed I was in.

Of course, that was not all. The furniture at first glance was of high quality; the highest, perhaps, I mused. After all, he is a king. I could have gone on and on about the amount of wealth displayed in this room alone forever if given the chance.

A sudden pang of sadness hit me as I was reminded of my now non-existent home.

In a way, it was ironic. But painfully so. Only a week ago had I been living the commoners ordinary lifestyle, and after a series of drastic events, I had ended up in the one place I would have never thought of. I chuckled bitterly. Mirkwood, I sighed. The Valor is cruel. What had I ever done to deserve any of this? I thought.

It was all my fault. The fire, the death of all those humans...my fault. If it weren't for me, the orcs wouldn't have come. Or would it...? A voice nagged in the back of my head. They would eventually have found you.

I didn't even realize that I had been crying until his voice tore me away from my thoughts. And then he spoke one word.

I didn't realize this now, but in the future, I would look back to this very moment, and I would realize. How one word changed my life forever, that one word that would me to a suspicion, and one word that would send that blasted prophecy into motion. The one word was the trigger - a series of steps that were now in motion which would lead me to decide the fate of all races, man, elf, dwarf, orc...and many others. It was then that my new life would begin.

"Pharâzindil."

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Okay guys (and ladies)

I apologize for that horrible cliffhanger, but I'm going through some tough times right now, and I just...can't. My dad and I had an argument about whether I could manage the track team, and as it turned out, it ended with a shouting match and the bloody moron shouting that "track is a waste of time!"
WTF WTF WTF WTF!!! I'm so fricking pissed off and I've been crying so...yeah. I promise to update soon thoughXD

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