=AEVERIE=
SLEEP avoided me like a plague. I toss and turn on my bed, feeling uneasy. How am I supposed to sleep? And it's almost morning! I just can't seem to stop thinking about what had transpired in Thranduil's room. What was I thinking, doing that? Oh my... I think I might've crossed the line this time.
But—but he didn't stop me either...he didn't question me. He was so gentle and sweet and his eyes... Oh his eyes tell me differently... I don't want to make a fool of myself by entertaining assumptions, but---what I saw in his eyes filled my heart with bliss. The gentleness in them, the affection that I felt while looking at them. Could it be? Could it be that he also felt the same way? But---I know it's wrong to think of it that way because he is the elven king of Mirkwood, but it's not really hard to love him. Perhaps, he is as fragile and vulnerable as I am?
And I want to feel that, his gentleness, his affection. I want to feel that all the time. Because I know he has it to give. His people won't love him that much if he is really a cold, loveless ruler, which he is clearly not. As Legolas said, he is more than just the facade he built for himself. And I want to see that, I want to know him deeper, his whole being, his soul.
Maybe if I loved him enough, he will open up his heart to me eventually. Hopefully...
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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...
