The Deal (Thranduil story) LOTR

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Music: The Untold Secession studios

Head of the family - The Crown

Third Person

It has been weeks since Alysanne addressed the Elvenking. She resumed to her usual duties, attended meetings, councils and dinners with him but not a single word was exchanges between the royal couple. She slept in another room, and relocated her furnitures. Nevertheless, her medical condition did not improve, in fact it only worsen, the elven healers powerless, had no idea whatsoever about her condition and were helpless to her suffering.

As she was reviewing parchments and missives deeply focused on internal domestic affairs of the kingdom, the doors suddenly flung open revealing a panicked Amber.

"Your Majesty!" her voice trembled with anxiety as she rushed into the room.

Alysanne's eyes widened with alarm, the wind blowed over the papers falling to the ground. "What has happened?" she asked swiflty.

Barely able to contain her distress, the servant blurted out the dire news, "We must hurry!" she exclaimed, her voice wretched with distress.

"Dagorlad is rising, Tauriel is already sent with our elven soldiers along with Celeborn and the Lothlorien army" she yelled, "Our King and the army will head towards Dagorlad. The prince is already on the move with Rohan's army!" practically crying.

Oh no. He did not dare include Legolas in this....

Alysanne's gaze darkened with protectiveness at the sole mention of Legolas. Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes widened in realization. The pain still lingered in her heart but the urgency of the situation pushed her to rise. She felt the weight of responsibility falling heavily upon her shoulders as she realized the imminent danger that had befallen the realms.

Shit Shit Shit

She couldn't let Thranduil leave the realm alone and unprotected and even less Legolas. The high guards, had not yet arrived, leaving a wide gap of vulnerability. Her mind raced with solutions, strategies, how to prevent an inevitable war.

For god's sake, how long are they going to take? She cursed under her breath.

She slammed her hands on the table out of frustration and anger, the urgency of the moment eclipsed her pain and Amber scurried to help her mistress.

They left the healer's quarters and were met with chaos and utter disorganization among the halls, a blur of hurried footsteps from servants and yelling guards crawling among the halls. Elven guards ran towards the grand doors, the clinking sound of their armour resonating through the halls.

Alysanne's mind raced, calculating the implications of the unfolding crisis. The absence of the high guards, the absence of her own wyvern.... every piece of the puzzle formed a mosaic of imminent danger. She concentrated for a moment and called Valar loudly, but no answer.

Damn it

As they approached the council room, the sounds of hushed discussions reached their ears. Thranduil's voice, usually measured and composed, now thrived with urgency.

Alysanne's steps were faltering with the pain clinging onto Amber's arm. She pushed the doors of the council room and entered only to find the Elvenking with furrowed brows, immersed in the strategic discussions with his councillors , a map of Dagorlad unfolded before him.

"Thranduil," Alysanne's pained voice cut through the proceedings, her presence commanding attention, all eyes turned towards the young woman.

He absentmindedly turned his attention towards her, his expression a mixture of anger and concern but mostly startled to see her addressing him again.