The Deal (Thranduil story) LOTR

Being a Queen

Third Person pov

Alysanne stirred in the soft embrace of the morning light filtering through the window of their chamber. The warmth of the sun kissed her cheeks, and a gentle breeze caressed her arm. She gradually became aware of Thranduil, still deep in slumber beside her, his muscular arm lazily wrapped around her waist, his head buried in her hair. Startled by the unfamiliar touch she did not dare to move and stilled.

The firm yet tender hold of Thranduil's arm kept her close. Then ina gentle stir Thranduil woke. His ocean elven eyes, finally open, he slowly withdrew his arm from her waist, she felt the fleeting touch of his fingers on her waist. 

His hands are so soft

Thranduil climbed off the bed, revealing the graceful strength of his form. She observed him from the comfort of the bed space, and couldn't help but appreciate the sheer beauty that unfolded before her eyes. His movements were deliberate and elegant, he is so handsome, the beauty of the elves are indeed untattainable.

She admired his muscular frame and the regal bearing that seemed an inherent part of his being. The sunlight played upon his silver hair, casting a luminous halo around him. As he turns his attention towards her, she immediately darted her gaze somewhere else.

Alysanne

I prayed to the gods for him not to hear my pounding heart, tearing my eyes away from him and focusing on the sheets. I let my mind run impossible thoughts at the thought of him like this, things he could do. He seemed to find it amusing and gave me one of his smirks that heated my cheeks uncontrollably. 

"Good morning" he says with a raspy voice, God it's me again, looking unhinged and regal while I, on the other hand, was entangled in the messy sheets with dishevelled hair and a horny mind toying with me.

"Morning" I mumbled, cursing under my breath for marvelling at his muscular body longer than I would admit. I bite my lower lip and cast my eyes down avoiding his stare.

He had papers in his hands, letters and reports, I asked myself what they could hold but did not dare ask him about it. It's morning and I do not want to stir another argument.

He swiftly puts on his long cloak and heads out of the room, "I'll meet you at the council at 10 am sharp", without another look. I growled, visibly upset with the treatment he served me with in the early morning. I slowly make my way out of bed, the marbled ground cold to the touch, I head towards the bathroom and on the way hear a small voice calling out for me.

"Good Morning your majesty" She bowed, I was startled to see that it was the same elven servant I met the day before.

"The King appointed me as your personal servant, I will be at your disposition Your Majesty" She smiled softly.

I let out a happy sigh, having someone by my side is a comforting feeling, "It's a pleasure to have you by my side Amber, I hope you will be able to direct me better from now on in my duties" I tell her.

"I will prepare your garments while you are in the bathroom," She said hurrying around the room, rigorously changing the sheets, and preparing my dress for the soon-to-be-held council.

" I also took the liberty to add fragrance in your bath my lady, magnolia and argan oil, it is said to be the hardest fragrance to harvest in the white mountains", she said in a sweet voice, "All the high ladies of the realm dreams to have them, it is said to be a fertile aid too", I was loss at words at the mention of fertility, forming a lump in my throat

"Thank you Amber", I replied and headed towards the bathroom letting my nerves relax for some times before the tempestuous daily council.

The fragrance of magnolia and argan oil enveloped the air as Alysanne luxuriated in her bath.