Starlight (Vikings/The Hobbit crossover) AU

Mother Nature

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(A/N - Someone had brought to my attention that I miscalculated both Legolas and Gilthoniel's ages. It has since been corrected). 

Sigurd Point of View

                I was nervous very nervous. As I stood across from Gilthoniel's room my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. This afternoon was time for me and Gilthoniel to spend together. No annoying brothers and most definitely no conniving Margrethe to interfere. I planned to go for a walk in the woods where I would show my paradise which, was a beautiful field with lush grass and littered with various types of flowers. It was also a place where I would play her song on my oud (Air type of instrument). A composed song that was made with the thought of her. I hoped that she would feel the love that I had for her through this song. Unlike my brothers I did not want to forgo the romantic aspect of love the one where a man woos his lover before, engaging in physical activity. I knew for a fact that Hvitserk and Ubbe already kissed her pillowy lips. However, I hoped by the end of the day that I went a few steps further than they did to win Gilthoniel's heart.

                  My feet shifted from left to right as I stared at her closed door, waiting for her to step out. Gilthoniel, my brothers, and I were training right after Margrethe was sold. And like last time we were all in awe of Gilthoniel's fighting skills. Her skills were truly beyond measure. I was so lost in my thought that I did not notice the beautiful woman in front of me. I was brought out of my deep thoughts when I felt the warmth of Gilthoniel's hand caressing the right side of my face. My snake eyes looked up to connect with her beautiful blue ones. It was from there I noticed that she was totally dressed in the most beautiful dress. She wore a different circlet than, this morning and a dress that only an elven princess could wear. Gilthoniel in every sense of the word took my breath away.

"You... you look so beautiful, sweetheart", I blurted out. My cheeks quickly turned a bright pink after my loud outburst.
Gilthoniel responded by look downward with a smile on her beautiful face before, looking back up at me.
"Thank you, Sigurd. You look very handsome. I hope you do not mind, but I asked my servant, Rina, to prepare a basket of food for the both of us. Just in case we get hungry on the way", she said. She motioned to over to her servant who was standing behind her with a basket in hand.
I reached out to hold both of her hands in mine while, I looked at her with love and adoration. "I do not mind at all, Gilthoniel. I must admit that I forgot about bringing some food with us to where we're going", I said.
"Very good", she let go of my hands to take the basket full of food and a flask full of ale, "Shall we go then?", she asked.
I nodded in agreement and voluntarily took the picnic basket from her servant, Rina. In an almost burst of courage I immediately took her small hand in mine. Gilthoniel did not seem to mind holding my hand. In fact, she intertwined her fingers with mine which silently boosted my confidence that she was reciprocating my affections. Both of us were all smiles as we left the palace behind for the forest clearing. As for her servant Rina she had stayed behind to do her duties.

         The two of us talked mostly about ourselves while we walked through the various streets that led to the forest edge. Although all our attention was on each other the eyes of Kattegat were solely focused on us. They were fascinated to see Gilthoniel, an elven princess, in the arms of their prince. I swelled with pride to be by her side with nothing but love in my eyes for her only. It not only made me happy, but my brothers as well that we no longer had to worry about Margrethe spoiling our freedom to pursue our princess. We were currently talking about the beauty of music. It was surprising how knowledgeable she was in art music. I could see her eyes light up every time she talked about the talented musicians of Rivendell and her homeland of Mirkwood. Although Gilthoniel herself was not as talented as them she knew how to play the harp. A talent that I would make a point to see soon.

My arm was now around her waist with my hand resting naturally on her hip. We were surrounded by the thicker part of the woods which, caught Gilthoniel's attention. The silence that had fallen between us was an opportunity for me to see her in her most natural element. It did not take a fool to see that Gilthoniel was the happiest when she was in the forest and not in some building. I watched closely as she reached out to lightly brush her fingertips on various trees, bushes, and flowers. There were times during our walk that I would see her eyes close for a short time before, opening them.

"What is it that you hear, Sweetheart?", I asked curiously. I remember vividly that forest elves could hear and feel the energy of the forest more so than, normal man. A feeling that I wished to experience.
"They are complaining mostly of how much their tree trunks ache after a long, deep sleep", she replied with a playful looking smile. "They are also curious about such an odd pair that are walking amongst them".
I laughed. "Is that so? I would like to think that they would be grateful", I replied.
"Grateful? For what exactly", she said.
Both of us stopped for just a moment to face each other. My hand never leaving her hip. Our faces were so close that it would only take one step for me to kiss those soft lips of hers.
"That a beautiful woman like you would give them the gift of speech after, being silent. A forest such as this must have seen and heard many things before and after the settlement of Kattegat", I replied.
She smiled brightly with a slight touch of pink appearing on her cheeks. I gave her a quick peck on her cheek as I brought her body close to mine before, continuing with our walk.

Once we arrived at the hidden field that was full of flowers and tall grass that I played her song for the first time. My eyes were trained on her as I played, looking to see her reaction. Gilthoniel was smiling, swaying to the melody of the music that seemed to surround the two of us. Once, I was finished my heart seemed to skip a beat as I suddenly felt her lips on mine. We pulled away from each other, smiling ear to ear as our lips once again touched one last time.

We were lost in each other's company. There was nothing but happiness flowing between us. Thinking of nothing except the love that we held for each other.

-In Mirkwood-
Thranduil (Gilthoniel's father) POV

         It has been a substantial amount of time since, my one and only daughter, Gilthoniel, left Mirkwood. I detested the idea of such a high being as herself living with humans. Vikings no less. However, I knew my daughter more than, anyone else which, includes Gilthoniel herself. Even after her mother died my duties as a father never stopped. I love my daughter with all my heart and soul. However, in my grief, my love and attention towards her were severely lacking. In the period right after her mother died my heart ached to look at the spitting image of my lost soulmate in our daughter. I acted more like a king than, her father. In my self-loathing and selfishness, I left my oldest, Legolas, to comfort and love his sister while I wallowed in my grief. Even more so as the two grew up I pushed them to become the royalty they are as well as, trained them hard so that they would be able to fend for themselves. It was brought to my attention by Legolas that Gilthoniel hated the fact that what seemed like all my love was going to him instead, of her.

          I could feel the bitterness and hate that she had towards me through our bond as a family. She did her best to hide her feelings by training harder and patrolling more than, she should. Investing the time that would be spent with either I or Legolas in studying. Gilthoniel was pulling away from us as much as she could. My heart felt so heavy that I watched my daughter draw into herself rather than, being her natural self. Perhaps that was the reason that demon witch, Lilith, attached herself deep into my daughter's soul. Gilthoniel although strong physically she was weak emotionally and mentally. I hated myself every single day that she had gone missing. I hated the fact that I was too late rescuing her. She was never the same person after that. Long periods of silence, more walks in the garden by herself, and the icy tone to her voice was more evident. Sure, she indulged more in talking to me as well as, part-taking in a few glasses of wine. However, Gilthoniel was never truly free. That is why I permitted her to go on adventures and experiencing the world outside of the home. I set her free in the only way I knew how. Letting her life amongst the mortals was the only way to show my love to her. My only wish is that she did not fall in love with any one of them. It was most apparent that falling in love with them would only bring her heartbreak.  

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