Faith Of A King (Thranduil)

Part 1

Third POV

"Hir vuin (my king) a trespasser has passed our borders, the elleth (she-elf) does not will to reveal her identity." The guard in silver armour spoke clearly with a straight back holding a Aluminium material Elvish spear with Mirkwood carving beside him straight with a tight grip.

Thranduil slowly turned his face to the blonde gaurd stood at the end of his throne. His tired but icy blue eyes glared upon the guard. The shades of sea blue seemed to blend with each other as it stared.

Thranduil felt his insides shudder as another moment went by with fatigue and faint hunger. He had sat on his throne for the past week with his vision blurring out momentarily.

Elves especially royal sindar Elves like Thranduil did not fall hungry until they had gone with no food and water by a few months.

Thranduil felt his head throb painfully, today was not a good day for him. He couldn't bear the pain, the sorrowful pain of insecurity and weakness fill him.

Thranduil felt his vision dull slightly but he was stood composed and strong in front of the guard though he had reached the peak of his weakness.

"Throw her to the dungeons, I will deal with the elleth later for now, call arani the healer.Ego!(go)" Thranduil demands with his anger twisted tone. He kept his voice strong and composed.

Thranduil glanced at the 3 blonde and one brown haired Advisors around him, two on each side stood strong with fear in their eyes, because of their king.

No person should fear their king, Thranduil knew he did not make a good king as his father; Oropher.

"You may leave." The king stated coldly making the advisors bow in courtesy before scurry out as calmly as possible.

Deep sadness filled Thranduil. His Advisors especially danatri use to adore him and willingly would stay in his presence but now they were desperate to not be in his presence.

Thranduil had grown cold over the hundred years after receiving the ugly demented scar from the serpent of the North; Smaug. The young girl had brought the dragon to her feet. Thranduil was stunned until of course he felt the burning fire.

He, before attacking the Elven clan that had been accused of using dark magic, he lost his dear wife. It was 50 years before he commenced a battle to kill the dark magic users. He was still grieving after his wife, feeling worthless as a husband and king.

After receiving the scar his confidence and security plummeted to deep ends until the hatred and loneliness filled the hole and he had become arrogant and detached.

Though days like this his wall would break and he would call for his personal healer Arani.

Suddenly Thranduil felt the magic bestowed upon to his scar to conceal from all started to reveal itself. He was becoming too weak.

He felt a searing pain as he felt the left side of his face burn and he did not need a mirror to know that the muscles and tissues of his face were revealed to many and his one blind blue eye.

Just in time Arani came through the halls of the throne revealing the weakening king.

She gasped quietly, sadness enveloping. She felt her heart wrench at how broken the king was. He was punishing himself. He was sat on his throne strong with his revealed scar but even with his arrogant position on the throne, Arani caught him looking done with everything. The everyday hopelessness that filled him.

She rushed towards the king and up the throne. She did not feel the need to curtesy or bow greatly after all she had known Thranduil since he was a small babe.