Encounters with the Elven King

Sudden Confession

Sudden Confession

A drop of water resonated around the closed atmosphere. Slowly the elleth opened her tired eyes. Once more did she find herself in a strange room, another she had not been in before. A soft, ethereal glow emanated from one side of the room and the sound of water near by made her curiosity peak as she sat up. Expensive silks ruffled and slid off her once frozen limbs, pooling around her, as her raven eyes surveyed the area.

The room was magnificent and vast. White and wheat colored yew and other sacred woods decorated the area. Elks running across different seasons were carved delicately into the bed post and cabinets. Various silks and tapestries layered the walls intricately against the natural golden hue that protruded from the them. The whole of the kingdom could be seen from this underground room as a foyer opened up ahead. There also appeared to be a leak in the wall, but following it's path she noted that it connected to a small basin. The small wash was cut out from the same stone that made up Mirkwood.

Carefully, Isilmë let her legs hang from the side of the bed as she draped one of the blankets around herself. Somewhere in the back of her mind she remained calm, as if she knew where she was when in reality she did not. Her heart felt heavy still as she stood and took tentative steps toward the basin. She allowed her fingertips to feel the refreshing water within as it carried itself further down another carved path.

Curiosity finally peaked at the raven haired elleth. Why was she in one of the royal suites? Yes, she recognized the area but not the room. She'd walked many times down these halls following Tauriel or Legolas and the entourage of Guards and Knights of Mirkwood. Sighing deeply, she wrapped the blanket tighter around her form for comfort. She noticed at her wakefulness that she wore only the sheer-like tunic from her previous -and delusional- day. She needed answers now...

Her bare feet softly padded down one of the corridors. Her tired mind and physical state of being could be seen in her eyes as she continued thinking about her painful realization. She berated herself constantly for acting this way. She would not be some love-sick child pinning after the King like the rest of the single elleths in the Kingdom! No. She would not let it go further... But why did her soul and heart feel as if she were sinking? Surely she hadn't formed any sort of attachment already, not this soon at least. Elves were known for many things including their long years before finding such a thing as love or a significant other... But it appeared the Valar had other plans with Isilmë's poor soul.

Quickly, Isilmë realized that she was already near one of the throne rooms as she opened one of the doors with shaky hands. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the King already there. He sat with his legs crossed atop some stairs, dressed in different layers of the finest of silks with a faraway gaze in his eyes. There was no audience today as he tried to relax, his one hand under his chin as he contemplated whatever it was he was thinking of.

At the soft sound of the door being opened he quickly stood. His hard gaze fell onto the intruder but quickly softened at the sight of the elleth before him. With calculated steps, he made his way toward Isilmë as she stepped out from behind the door. Confusion still warred in the elleths mind, screaming at her internally as he finally stood a breath's hair away. She dared not even look at him, a noticeable frown making it's way onto her face.

A sigh escaped her as Thranduil silently engulfed her within his arms. The warring immediately stopped as she allowed her head to fall forward near his collar. The King placed one hand behind her neck and the other on her lower back as he brought her closer and flushed against his own body. His eyes examined her slowly as that unknown fear tried to rear it's ugly head back around.

"Sut naa lle umien, mellon?"

Isilmë's closed eyes tightened as she took in a shaky breath. "Mankoi lle irma sint, Heru en amin?" At her question, Thranduil pulled back enough to catch her olive-like eyes with his own blue-gray ones. He took silent note of the warring behind her eyes as she studied his own.

After much silence and deliberation he finally -and carefully- questioned her. "Am I no longer friend to you?"

With pleading and watery eyes, the elleth took in another unstable breath, letting her head fall as she shook it. "Amin hiraetha," she whispered as she gripped onto the front of his tunic. "I-I cannot view you as such. Not anymore."

Thranduil's eyebrow rose in question as he placed his hands on her arms. They both mistook each other's actions as he held her away from him. A cold, protective visage glazed over his eyes as they narrowed. Had he thought differently?

Isilmë looked at him with sad eyes before looking away. "Amin hiraetha. I understand if I am to never be allowed in your presence, but I cannot forsake these feelings the Valar have burdened me with toward you."

His curiosity was peaked at the mention of the Valar. He decided to remain silent and hear her thoughts without letting his hurt turn to anger. Whatever she was feeling was coming from deep within her heart. He knew her words to be true for he had seen the emotions behind her eyes earlier.

"I cannot be friends with someone my heart yearns for," she finally confessed.

Thranduil's mind reeled at the information. He had thought her to be possibly fading out of unrequited love for another elf. It was he, himself, the whole time whom was blind to see her growing affection towards him. Maybe not as blind as he thought... But then, why had she been so distant these past couple of months after the Fall Solstice?

Before Isilmë had the time to react and maybe walk away from the silent King she knew would not return such affections, she was pulled once more into his arms. He cradled her head near his own as he closed his eyes in silent contentment.

"It will be no burden... There is much for us to speak of, melamin."

**Sut naa lle umien: How are you doing

**Mellon: Friend

**Mankoi lle irma sint: Why do you want to know

**Heru en amin: My lord (non-familiar)

**Amin hiraetha: I'm sorry

**Melamin: My Love