A broken promise(Thranduil Fanfic)

Chapter4

Things between Thranduil and Nellie are staring to get a little sweeter! This is where their relationship starts to grow. Is it me or is Thranduil like fruit? He could be bitter or sweet but either way good for you? haha ^_^

I did not turn back although I really wanted to see Thranduil’s reaction. I pushed my thoughts of him to the side as I wondered how I would spend my day. I guess going out with Legolas was out of the question, but maybe if I went on a tour I could figure a way out.

No one was around except a few servants so I guided myself around. It seemed that there was no obvious way out other than a gate that was guarded with elves. It seemed that the design of the place was to make sure only certain people could get in and out, and prisoners were not one of them. I wondered if there was a place to read so I could pass time. I hoped they had books on historic tales because those were my favorite. I enjoyed reading about hero’s in war.

I only had three books which my father gave me before he died, but since elves had big rooms I figured they would have a lot of books. I stopped and asked one of the servants who led me to a set of double doors. I slowly turned the knob and entered the room. The light illuminated through shelves and shelves of books. It was beautiful, reminding me of the beauty of light reflecting off of colored glass. I stood in the center of the room for a moment too awestruck to do anything. What should I read first?

I walked around and stopped when I noticed a huge portrait in the center of a back wall. It was of a very beautiful elf with long chestnut hair, and almost translucent green eyes. I kept staring at the picture because she looked familiar to me, but for whatever reason I could not recall her face. I walked away from the painting, finally decided on a book and sat down on the floor. There was a single window that let in the light of morning and blew the scent of flowers into the room. I became entranced in the story of tragic tale. I was transported into a world full of love, sacrifice and betrayal. A woman and a man so much in love that they became oblivious to the conspiracies surrounding them, eventually the man killed the woman in a fit of blind rage. My emotions were skyrocketing and falling as the story carried me. When I finally closed the book I wiped a tear that escaped my eyes, and placed it back on the shelf. The sun was no longer shining as bright. Time had flown before my eyes and it was getting late.

Suddenly, I could hear the creak of the door opening. I hid behind a shelf waiting to get a clear view of who it was. I could see the tip of Thranduil’s crown walk towards where I just was. He reached up and picked up the book I had just finished reading. He opened it and sat down. I did not want to disturb him but he caught me just as I was leaving.

“Why are you leaving?” he asked.

“I did not want to disturb you,” I responded.

“No. Sit down,” he said signaling for me to sit next to him.

I walked over and sat next to him. He closed the book and looked down at its cover.

“I enjoy reading. It seems to be the only escape for me, but a king should not escape the world,” he said softly.

“Sometimes all someone needs is an escape,” I said.

He looked up at me with passion in his eyes.

“I liked that book,” I said while pointing down to it. Trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

“You always have,” he whispered so softly even I couldn’t hear him.

“What?” I asked wondering what he had just said.

Thranduil ignored my words and got up, offering his hand to help me. I helped myself up and we both stood there and looked at each other. I didn’t want to bring up anything about me wanting to go home because I was enjoying the moment.

“I guess I’ll see you later.”

I turned to walk away, but his warm hand grabbed my wrist.

I swung my head around to look at him and caught his gaze. His grip on my wrist seemed to tighten and it was starting to hurt.

“You’re hurting me,” I said to him.

I did not want to try and push out of his grip because it was too strong. He loosened his grip and gave me an apologetic look. I stood there waiting for him to say something but he said nothing.

“Can you let go of me?” I asked him.

He seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking and let go of my wrist. He seemed to be overpowered by something for a moment but I brushed it off and walked towards the door, in the back of my mind hoping he would try and stop me again. Once I reached the door and turned around he was sitting on the floor reading the book, so I left him to his thoughts. That was very strange I thought to myself. It seemed that whenever I talk to him I forget why I’m here. Being around him makes me want to stay, but he’s a crazy person! I walked towards the main gate and saw Legolas walking in.

“How was it?” I asked him.

“We took care of it,” he told me.

“Would’ve been more fun if I would have accompanied you,” I said with a smile.

He nodded and walked away. When Legolas was walking in and the gate was open I could see the outside forest. It reminded me of home. Although I was being treated well for a prisoner I was kept from the outside world and home. I could not let anything sway me from getting out of there, and I knew how I was going to do it. All I had to do was wait for the sun the fall and darkness would be my cover.