Hidden Intention(Thranduil X Reader)

Episode Eight

"Thank you for coming Nandriel." You said to her as your back faced her. But you can feel the deadly glare she gave you. Her anger radiating out of her like a burning flame. Putting her hands on her hips she spoked, "What do you want?"

You turned around with a sword in your hand. Wearing training garbs with your hair tied into a low ponytail. After a week lodging in your home, letting off your rage, you made up your mind to face the problem. Not running from it.

Running will never solve it.

Nandriel's pale face twisted into a mad rage. Her red hair shone bright under the sun. Taking a deep breath you spoke away your intention of calling her here.

"I need to settle it once and for all Nandriel." As soon as you said that, she smirked in knowing. You hate how her eyes glistened wickedly.

"I know that you are a liar (Y/N). I already told you that I love him and suddenly you decided to confess your feeling. What a fate. " She mocked you.

"You spent away the chances you have (Y/N). A lifetime of chances to be true. A way too many chances for a lowly elf as you." She spat.

You can feel your eyes bulged out of your sockets. Yes, you tried to take Thranduil from her. But you still think of her as your friend. Hearing what she says to you make your heart bleed. You knew that being selfish will cost you the friendship you shared with the princess but it made no less painful for you to accept it.

"Say what you want Nandriel. Come take your sword. I will say what my heart desire to him if I win. And if I lose, you can take him." You offered her.

You started brandishing your sword high in the air. But her smirk stay there, glued on her face. Looking so confident that she could win the fight without even batting an eyelash to you. She sticks her nose up in the air and laughed.

"Don't you forget (Y/N), I am one of the best swordswomen in my realm. I am not a weak peasant that you thought I am." She declared proudly.

"I never thought you as a peasant Nandriel nor you are weak." You muttered. You rolled your shoulders.

"5 points." You said.

She walked to the weaponry and took a fine sword. She slashed through the air and grinned. "Not my sword but this will do." She shed away her skirt, leaving her with a tight legging.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

Both of you started circling each other. You waited for her to take the first strike and she did. She lunged forward and made a motion to struck you. You quickly jumped backward to dodge the attack. Unknowing to you, that was her plan. She spun around, sliding forward and point the tip of her sword to your chest.

"Point one." She smirked. You drew away her sword with yours as you took your fighting stance.

"Don't get cocky." And the dance continues.

Feren were searching for you. He heard that you were back to the palace after your so called 'holiday'. As he ran passed the training ground, he heard the sound of swords clashing through the air. He stops in his track and peek his head through the door. He saw you and Princess Nandriel fought each other. Feren rubbed the back of his neck.

'What are these two doing? With both of them sweating and panting.'

But he knew not to interfere.