BANG BANG! It loudly ringed through her ears, oh so sensitive her hearing and smell were…
She held her ears and shot her head towards the cell door. Her eyes were daring her to look away from the elf looking down at her.
“Pathetic,” The elf said, this looked similar to the one who captured me but wasn't quite the same one. I smelled the air around without looking suspicious. Wait… I know that scent… oh… Oh. Hahahaha, It's Thranduil Prince of Mirkwood, son of Oropher. I had only met him once when I was a little kid when my father, Elrond, and he were having a meeting.
“It would be so easy to kill you but if my father didn't have told me to keep you alive I would have.” He said in a dark menacing tone, when he was with Elrond his voice was different but that was centuries ago. I cannot blame him, so much stuff, bad stuff, probably that had happened in between that time.
I walked into the light the mask of darkness fading off of my body. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Prince Thranduil, long platinum blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and thick eyebrows that were raised with shock, as if he finally saw me without the darkness covering me.
“Y-Your Elrond’s daughter…. Alyvia? Is that truly you?” Thranduil stuttered. Reached his hand out to hold mine as if a simple gesture will cure my trouble in life.
“You look as if a simple gesture will cure the troubles in my life, well guess what it won't!” I shouted, all the anger from decades and decades of torture and pain rising in my chest up to my throat. “I have been punched, tortured, kicked, thrown, cut, pulled, dragged. I am done with being captured and tortured, I AM DONE!” I yelled hitting my fist on the bars breaking them, snapping them in half. “I am done…” I whisper-shouted, tears streaming down my face I fell to the floor.
Thranduil came over to me and held me close, comforting me.
The icy heart of Thranduil’s is actually… friendly..?
