Faith Of A King (Thranduil)

Prologue

LISTEN TO 'I SEE FIRE' BY ED SHEERAN (while reading.)

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I remember the images as clear as day. How the fire crackled and roared in my ear as it swallowed the wooden trees surrounding our white caves carved gracefully that challenged the home structure of Rivendell.

The grace was still there as the fire around licked at the house. The palace. I was stood in front of my home.

Tears had fell from my amethyst eyes. My eyes flowed the same colour as the fire but more fiery and dampened. A trait from my kin; the Dragon Elves. We were long forgotten by many as we faded and secluded ourselves since the first age.

The Elven in golden tinted armour shot arrows and pierced my kin mercilessly. I saw the children and women fall to the rich soil that was now watered with innocent blood.

I slipped like a silent shadow around the palace to reach the magnificently tall front gates before running down the empty white halls that held prior history artefacts from our ancestors.

My mind had clogged around endlessly before I recognised the Elven armour; Mirkwood!

They were the warriors of Mirkwood. What had we ever done to Mirkwood?!

"Nana(mother)!" I cried as I picked up my silver dress to make it easier to run into the house.

My dark brown hair flew around my face because of the howling wind but the golden circlet on my head kept some of it at bay.

My watered eyes squinted as smoke swirled in the air.

The halls were trampled and some littered with bodies of servants and maids making everything seem more real and heart breaking.

"Ada (father) !" I cried as tears started to waver my vision. I gulped my tears down as I halted to a familiar hall. The throne hall.

The floor that was decorated with silk carpet and gold burned, after all my father was the king and he had a great obsession for fine things. The small thought wrenched my heart slowly causing a breaking sob to escape my reddened lips.

It broke my heart to see the home where many memories took place to burn into nothing.

I was rushing through the throne but no presence of my parents.I couldn't find my parents, it felt unreal not to just find them in the click of a finger, they were always there even if you didn't want them to be.

I heard the slow and graceful battle cries of the Mirkwood Elven soldiers causing me to jump.

Until I had remembered. My parents had gone to the terrace hall. It was hall made with no roof that looked like a extemely long balcony that my father made for my mother for she admired the twinkling stars and the glaring moon.

As I took the last turn to the terrace hall I breathed out a shuddered breath that held pain, disbelief and horror.

A hot bead slipped and raced down my pale cheek before dropping onto the white marble floor.

Their lay my father in a pool of red blood covering his torso. The blood had dampened his green royal robes causing a dark red stain. Right next to him was a Elven soldier, not a soldier he looked of a more higher status.

His lengthy hair fell straight in silver blonde colour, then did I notice the royal silver circlet and royal armour carved gracefully fit for a king. It must be the king who had pierced my mothers chest in front of my eyes before pulling back his Elvish sword and letting my mother fall to the floor in shambles right next to my father, her red robes not revealing the blood that leaked out of her.

"Nana..." I whispered to myself. Sorrowfully anger filled my veins. My hands clenched into a fist as it trembled with a lack of control. My eyes wavered with angry red as I felt my inner dragon turning wild.

I peered glaringly at the blue eyed king and saw him gaze at me with cold eyes.

His blonde hair swayed in the windy air gracefully. He stared blankly before grabbing rubbing his hand over the length of his sword which cleaned all the blood off.

He glanced at me regretfully and sadly for a moment before walking towards me with his long Elvish sword beside him in his grip.

The roaring sounds and the grumbling of the earth was unnoticed by me and him as well as the small roaring flames that sprawled the dark night.

I glared at him scornfully as hatred filled my heart. I saw him starting to raise his sword as he got closer.

"Smaug, rewsna ot rouye eneenq (Smaug, answer to your queen)!" I yelled in our mother tongue causing The king to halt as well his sword now raised beside him slightly, he stared at me confused before anger took his features.

"Who do you call, dark magic user?!" Thranduil demanded his voice coming out strong and shimmeringly cold.

"You killed my parents king thranduil and I will take yours in return!" I yelled my voice cracking. As I finished my talk, a sound of huge wings flapping echoed through over the battle cries.

Many halted as they saw a great beastly shadow over take them and,

Their flew Smaug. His scaled red skin shimmering in the night, his huge wings with sharp claws cut the air as his glowing yellow eyes met mine. The Dragon flew over my hometown intimidatingly.

Thranduils Icy blue eyes widened slightly as his eyes locked onto the roaring red dragon. A serpent like dragon from the north most likely.

The terrace hall revealed all if you were outside.

"Eoury ednamed, yme equeen (your demand, my queen)!" Smaug whispered in my mind.

My face turned to one of anger as Thrnaduil turned to me with a dirty stare but arrogance radiated off him. A smirk etched onto my face at the handsome kings cockiness.

"Thranduil, no-one is invincible, you are not strong as you think!" I spat at him before turning to Smaug that had started spewing fire and lava at the Elven soldiers of Mirkwood.

I saw how Thranduil clenched his jaw in anger and how panic swirled in his eyes at the downfall of his warriors.

"Ellik emih eif eouy enac, ero eracs amih eot eamahs! (Kill him......no, actually scar him to shame!)" I yelled in Anger.

Suddenly fire shrouded the whole place  as well as the terrace hall but the fire of a dragon did not affect me or my kin.

My eyes caught the limbs of my parents, tangled beautifully, their golden hair lnting like gold as fire enshrouded them. It wouldn't burn them but I would leave them here o be buried in time with third whole kingdom I knew it would be their wish.

I walked away in grief as flames swallowed everywhere and Thranduil screamed in pain, the good in my heart told me to turn and help but he had killed my parents. The king and queen.

Though my relationship with them was not strong as they both did not wish for a child like me. I remember their spats about how abnormal I was and that I was unlike both of them, they were graceful and elegant with golden hair while I was just swift like a warrior, no elegance in my moves, of course my dark auburn hair that was unlike my kins. They all had gold or pale blone hair.

The memories of humiliation, feeling small and self conscious seeped through me for a moment as did the memories.

I walked out the palace as my whole hometown burned with the memories and the angry fire gave a soft glow in the dark night. The Stars went blind because of the flaming fire.

None of my kin lived. I couldn't feel them. I couldn't feel Adran or ninia none of them.

I watched as pained Elven screams echoed of Mirkwood soldiers and hooves stepped onto the drenched soil aggressively.

The flaken wooden tress around me wailed and danced in the flames.

I let a last tear slip before I slipped through the woods with a heavy heart and avengeful mind.