Encounters with the Elven King

Late Night Visitor

Late Night Visitor

"I have been cheated." Isilmë exclaimed, raising her hands into the air. It was nearing midnight, when the moon was at it's highest, and, Isilmë walked back and forth in her chamber. She was currently in the confines of her own home with her dearest younger sister.

"Cheated? By the King?" The younger elleth looked at Isilmë in bewilderment, her hands clasped together above her knees.

"By who else?"

"I am sure he meant well." At those softly spoken words Isilmë turned to face her sister, a pointed finger in the air.

"Oh, of that I have no doubt! He manipulated my emotions. Am I still but a child? So easily read; like an open book? I feel as though I were completely bare before his very eyes." Isilmë waved her hands in gesture to her own form as she spoke.

"Dear sister, do not be so harsh on yourself. Our King does not rule because of his lineage alone."

"I know, Aurë." Isilmë paused and then sighed. She closed her eyes and recited what she always told her little sister, pacing once more. "Was it not I who told you of all his triumphs and glory? Thranduil is most benevolent and kind to accept our family as part of his people many years before our time. He has won the hearts and loyalty of our brethren. He is a fine and just King. And he has kept us all safe through his own power alone and not by some ring."

Aurë's expression turned into one of shock. "Thranduil? You mean... his highness?" She's never voiced her opinion to the strong headed Isilmë before, but since when was her sister on a first term basis with the King? Was she even on a first term basis with him? Oh, what if news of this got out?

"Shush, you. I treat him no different than any friend of mine as I do you." Isilmë dismissively waved her hand and Aurë's worries.

"Me? But we are sisters, and he our King?"

"And?" Isilmë looked at Aurë as if she had grown another head. Was it not normal for one to call their friend by name?

"I fear for you, my dear sister." Aurë hung her delicate head and shook it from side to side. She would have to learn to give up and give into her sister's wild ways. But! She had to try at least. "What if word of this got out?"

"Then I will come to find you, simply." Isilmë threatened Aurë jokingly as she walked over towards her little sister. "You are the only one, besides maybe his son, that knows of this. And it muststay that way." The elder elleth smiled as she combed her fingers through Aurë's hair.

"What must stay what way?" Isilmë's hand froze mid movement before both sisters turned to face the voice of their new intruder.

"My King." "Your highness."

It was not uncommon for elves to have late night visitors, especially if their flames were still on and the doors to their flets open for invitation. It was rare, however, when such a visitor was the King of Mirkwood.

Aurë wasted no time, if there was one thing she had in common with Isilmë, it was her cheekiness. She stood and bowed to her kind before raising her head to meet his chin. Aurë would never dare look him in the eye like her sister did. "She was just explaining to me how much she cherishes what little of your time and presence you are able to bestow upon her."

Isilmë pointedly glared at her sister as Aurë smiled graciously and bowed her head towards their King once more. She turned to face her sister, kissed her cheek and bade both Isilmë and the King a good night. Triumphantly, she left the room with a mischievous smile on her soft features.