=AEVERIE=
THE world I once knew and loved, shattered and has slipped away. For me, MEANING is lost. I cling to this soft, pillow, already damped with my tears as if my life depended on it. I was wondering how I am still breathing when it feels as if my heart has been shattered and my soul ripped apart.
These tears streaming down my face felt so warm. It makes the pain so real.
With my eyes closed, I prayed so hard for the heaven's to take these emotions away, this pain and grief that I am feeling in my heart right now.
I hear the door to my chamber open and footsteps approaching me. In my mind, I was hoping it was one of Sauron's men, ready to stab me with a sword just to end the pain i'm feeling, but I heard a voice gently call out my name.
'Aeverie..' that deep gentle voice...
I hastily looked up, not caring if I look a mess. I find myself staring into the piercing eyes of the dashing elven king who has saved me.
'Thranduil..' I mumbled quietly as I wiped the tears away from my face.
'They've already been buried my dear..' he spoke softly. Standing a safe distance from me.
The ache in my heart grows. The thought of my family buried underground forever, shatters my heart more. The thought of not seeing them anymore, feeling their warmth, their love, it just---it just hurts so much.
The tears started to stream down my cheeks once again. This time, my eyes locked into the elven king's eyes as if I wanted him to see the pain in them.
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THRANDUIL stared down at the fragile mortal princess in front of him. His lips formed into a thin line as he slowly stepped forward with his eyes meeting the princess's amber eyes.
'Princess Aeverie...' he spoke with so much gentleness as if to not scare her. He extended his hand to the crying princess with the intention of helping her to stand up but he was not prepared for what happened next.
The vulnerable and quite broken princess jumped up to embrace him, sobbing her heart out on his armored chest. He swallowed hard. The sudden gesture caught him off-guard. He is not used to this kind of interaction, much more so, from a mortal human. It took him a while to finally take in what just happened. He slowly directed his eyes down to where princess Aeverie's head was resting, crying her heart out against his armor. He realized just then that this girl embracing him is a mortal, with a heart so fragile, too much pain and grief might even kill her right there and then.
'Shh. It's okay Aeverie..' he whispered softly, remembering how he used to hush his son Legolas' cries, when he was just a little elfling boy.
Minutes passed by, and he felt the arms around his waist, slowly loosening. He looked down to the princess again who was still leaning against his chest but just then realized there were no more sobs coming from her. He swiftly touched the princess's face and found that she fell unconscious. Her fragile body leaned freely on his arms and without a second thought, he lifted her up and gently laid her down on the bed. He covered her with a blanket and with a shaky hand, caressed the top of her head, the soft strands of her curly locks tangling through his fingers.
'It will be okay princess.. you will be okay..' he mumbled softly as he stared down at Aeverie's angelic face.
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The Elven King's Princess
FantasyPrincess Aeverie Everhart was saved by the Elven King, Thranduil, during the attack of Sauron's army in Willowmere. With her family dead and her kingdom in ruins, she was taken in by Thranduil, together with the surviving people of Willowmere. She...
