Infatuated

Chapter 3

Thranduil's POV

I sit on my throne, pondering.

It's been nights past the day she arrived.

My son.. he didn't let her go.

I wonder where she is at, or what she is doing.

She is very likely to be with Legolas.

I wonder what thoughts are in her head..

Why did she react with such confidence towards me?

Everyone is afraid of me. Why is she not?

What is she like..

A fool.

I am a king. The king.

She should bow down to me alongside everyone else.

"My king." I hear a deep voice.

My thoughts no longer clouded with that girl.

I look over to see one of my guards, I sit up.

"There is an elvish woman wondering about on castle grounds." He said.

It has to be her.

"Does she look from Mirkwood."

"No. I have never seen her before." He said.

I stand up, "No need to panic. I, myself, will handle it." I walk down my stairs from my throne.

He nods, turns back and marches out of the castle.

I follow my guard out the doors.

"Previously, she was over there." He pointed out towards the forest.

I nod.

The forest.. really.

I start to walk through the forest and immediately wanted to go back to my throne.

What is it about this girl that makes her want to come out here.

Ride a horse through at the very least.

I look around, there wasn't an animal in sight. Not even in the deep forest.

I look back over, in front of me and see.. her.

She's picking flowers.

I stop in my tracks.

Why is an elf so self-entitled doing something so vulnerable?

I watch as she smiles down finding another flower of different color.

She holds them in her one hand as she collects with the other.

She looks so small. So connected with the earth.

Things of which I am not.

I clear my throat.

She looks over and quickly draws her blade from behind her, Immediately pointing it in my direction, ready for anything that gets in her way.