Blind Lover From Abroad {Thranduil Fanfic {18+}

In Denial

Here's the next chapter.

Elvish tongue is in Bold.
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I went to bed angry at Thranduil; the so called Elf King of Mirkwood, who decided to, after interrogating me; when I was captured by his son Legolas, did he finally take me under his care, and I was ballsy as ever, spoke out against how he was going to throw a male elf, who had little kids, and a pregnant wife onto the streets, and I couldn't stand it, so I spoke out against him in front of his people in the throne room, which angered him, and resulted in our fight last night.
Our argument was indeed a heated one; where I told him to get out of my room he gave me, and that's what he did, and that morning, I woke up to voices chattering outside my room, which indeed woke me up, and I didn't know what language that was, it was a weird language to say the least.
I slowly sit up; my eyes moving side to side as I listen to the voices, until I heard the name Thranduil, did I tilt my head to the side, and I immediately knew, though I kicked Thranduil out of my room, he gave me himself in his castle as I mentioned before, that he was going to come here in the room, even if I do not want him to see me.

I then heard my door to my room open; and I could smell Thranduil's smell, it smelled floral, and herbal mixed with a cedar wood, and mint scent as he walked into my room, and I heard him say.
"Good morning.
Have you thought about your behavior?"

Again he thinks I'm in the wrong!
Damn him!
I thought to myself angrily, me seething.

"Frustrated are you not?
Do not be surprised I am here.
I am only making sure you are comfortable."
He says to me, and he sounded like he wasn't happy either I probably showed hostility in my body language.

"I'm not pleased you're here Thranduil."
I say to him; with sarcasm lacing my voice.

"I can see that.
Your face shows how you feel more than you realize, including your body language."
He replied, and I could hear the honesty lacing his voice.

I blink at that; me never realizing my face expressed how I truly felt, since nobody told me that before, especially they never told me my body as well expressed my emotions, and my guess is that probably started happening after I lost most my sight.
"Though you are not pleased I am here; I came to call a truce over our petty little argument."
He says to me, and I could hear the remorse in his voice.

"Are you sure you want a truce?"
I ask him.

"Indeed I do."
He replied, and I felt his eyes staring through my soul, and I could hear the seriousness within his voice, so he meant what he said, that he wants a truce.

"Fine.
As long as you know how it upset me about that farmer.
I mean I grew up poor; and I was nearly on the streets several times, so I knew how he felt.
Especially since I had a deadbeat Dad; who was never around."
I tell him, me folding my arms to my big breasted chest.

"Was your life that horrid?
That you struggled so much?"
He asked me, and I could hear his curiosity lacing his voice within the air.

"Well; my mother raised me all by her lonesome-self; and at age thirteen, though child labor is illegal, I had to acquire a job to help her out, that is until I lost most of my sight when I was older.
I was eighteen when I lost most of my sight."
I tell him.

"I see.
I can see why you understood the farmer's situation now, which I apologize for."
He says to me, and I watched his shadowy figure, that had colors of silver and gray, and white around his head, his hair I could tell was white too, it resting upon some of his shoulders, though it was severely blurred.
He then moved closer to me; and I pull away on instinct when I felt his warm hand touch my cheek.
I watch him pull his blurry hand away.
"My apologies; I should ask to touch you; especially since you are enraged at me."