{Thranduil x Reader} (Recontinued!)

(original) Chapter Two

Amra sighed, leaning against a tree. "Must you be so shy?" She called back to you.

"Yes." You called back in a teasing tone, pulling your shirt on. You winced, only slightly, careful not to disturb your bandaged stomach. You grabbed your bag and yawned as you came to the clearing "Where to now?"

"Wherever you want, I suppose..." she slung her quiver over her shoulder "Maybe somewhere with a healer."

"I'm fine...It really wasn't that bad."

"I've seen my share of cuts, and it tore through at-"

"Please don't talk about that kind of stuff. It's gross."

Amra simply rolled her eyes "You're too squeamish...-" She frowned. "Someone is coming." She pulled you behind a tree, hand ghosting at one of the daggers at her belt. Though you couldn't see from where you stood, you heard a few people walking...as well as something bigger. Amra let out a low hiss "You've got to be shitting me..." You stood very still. Only elves could get that reaction out of her, and you weren't anxious to meet any anytime soon. Even if that last incident with Thranduil was almost eight months a go.

"Who goes there?" A voice barked.

Amra flashed you a look like 'Stay put.' Before stepping out. "Of course it's her." A familiar voice sneered. You attempted to peek oh so stealthily out from behind the tree, only to be shot at by an archer. You pressed your back against the tree, trying to keep calm. That arrow would have sliced your ear if he had a clearer shot. To your absolute terror, a pair of footsteps drew closer.

"There's a girl here." A solider announced, yanking you out. Amra groaned, smacking her palm to her forehead. The King of Mirkwood himself raised an eyebrow "Bring them both to camp."

-.-.-.-.-

You found yourself once again trapped by Thranduil....more or less. Really they just put you in a tent and put a lazy guard out front. Amra, however...From what you could see, she was being guarded heavily. Her tent was a few yards away, closer to the edge of camp than you were. You watched, slowly forming a plan as the guard decreased. There was either a meeting or training going on....which, you didn't care. Carefully, very carefully, you wiggled out from under the back of your tent. You crept carefully around the central tent, nearly jumping ten feet up as something nudged you. You breathed a sigh of relief as you found it was only an elk. It nudged your satchel again, snuffling. You rummaged through the bag, pulling out a handful of berries. It-or rather he, greedily ate them up, nuzzling you affectionately. You giggled, petting his snout. He let out a happy sound...almost akin to the neighing of a horse. You gave him another gentle pat before turning, back on your way to find Amra. You froze immediately at the sight of Thranduil.

"Did I not make it clear you are a prisoner?" He snapped, grabbing your arm. "Because, I-"

"What are you doing to Amra?" You interjected, trying your best not to shake.

"Interrogating her, foolish girl."

"For what?"

"Some one stole a good amount of gold from us, and your companion is the only suspect." He hissed.

You struggled to get out of his grip "It wasn't her!"

"We'll see, now won't we?" His tone was alarmingly venomous. He promptly marched you back to your tent, pushing you in surprisingly gently.

You sighed, laying down "What a brat...." You muttered.
-.-.-.-

Never had Thranduil been so frustrated in his whole life. This girl, this HUMAN girl could not respect a single order of his, and you talked to him in such an undignified way. And yet....you had not left his mind since your first meeting. Perhaps it was your pitiable past...or your bright eyes...Even that glimpse of a smile he had seen sparked something in him.
He paced around the camp, practically fuming about his current predicament. His icy eyes narrowed as he saw the side of your tent illuminated. He nearly stomped over, opening the flap. He wasn't exactly prepared for what he saw. You sat, staring at the flame, severely under dressed in a pair of breeches and a shirt with the sleeves and torso torn off. His eyes quickly darted to the blood stained bandage
"What happened?" He said, startling you out of your thoughts. Your cheeks went red as you noticed him staring at you.

"T-that's none of your concern-"

"Do you forget your place as prisoner?" Thranduil hissed.

"...We were attacked by orcs...one of them singled me out because I was unarmed."

He stood, studying you for a second "Show me."

"W-"

"Do as I say."

You bit your lip, slowly unwrapping the bandage and removing the wad of cloth that covered the gash. He knelt beside you, wiping a bit of blood from the wound. Though it wasn't fresh, it bled as if it was. He frowned, pulling you up from the ground

"Come."

"Wh-"

"Do not question me, girl." He tugged you along, to his tent. He gave you an almost threatening look as he opened a chest.
You looked around, trying not to gape. If this is where he slept when he traveled, his chamber at Mirkwood must have been ridiculously extravagant.
Thranduil made you sit on his bed, sitting beside you and threading a needle. You stared, eyes wide.

He glanced up, sighing "You may speak."
"What the hell are you doing?"

A ghost of a smile graced his face
"It won't heal if it's not stitched. You'll bleed out."

You blinked "Oh."

He gently pushed you so you lay on your back "Stay still, aier (short one)."
You gave a yelp as he stuck the needle into your skin, covering your mouth. He sewed the wound shut swiftly, cutting the thread at the end. You sat back up.

"Halt." He commanded, pulling out a roll of fabric. He wrapped your stomach, significantly less gently. You winced, looking up at him. He stood "Leave now...and sleep. Your fate will be decided at a
council in the morning."

You stood up, looking down "...thank you, Lord Thranduil."
"You are welcome... Quel esta. Rest well."