The Earth's Creation- A Thranduil fan fiction

The Performer

From a small alcove, she watched the two men argue. The longer she listened, the more their gibberish made sense. Sauron had designed her to be able to walk, talk, fight, speak and learn to comprehend languages mere hours after her creation. 

"Throw it into the fire Isildur!" the tall pointy eared man yelled. 

The one called Isildur held a ring in his hand. That ring is what she had been so drawn to. He stared at it like it was his love. 

"No," he said, and turned away from his companion. 

"Isildur!" the other called again, but to no avail. 

Isildur did not even notice her as he walked pass. He was far to focused on the ring to look about. Realizing the tall man would soon walk past her as well, she tried to crawl farther into her hiding place, but accidently pulled a few rocks loose. The tall man's head snapped in her direction, his grey eyes piercing into her red eyes. 

"Who are you?" 

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Naur gazed about her, marveling at the palace of the woodland king. Shortly after her performance Thranduil had ordered her to follow him back to his sitting room. Thranduil walked at a brisk agile pace while Naur stumbled behind him, turning in circles, trying to take in all the glorious sights around her. Thranduil stopped and spun to face the shorter girl. 

"Keep up will you." 

"I'm sorry your majesty, but I cannot fully appreciate your palace if I walk as quickly as you." 

"Appreciate my palace? Do you think this is some kind of tour? That you are own some kind of holiday?" the elven king said, exasperated. 

Naur laughed a little. 

"Of course not your majesty. See, I am a travelling performer. I have made it my goal in life to see every inch of this middle earth. Your kingdom is simply next on my list." 

Thranduil could not believe what he was hearing. 

"You use your magic for nothing but dancing? You are daft girl. You could kill kings, fell kingdoms with your powers." 

Naur smiled up at the king. 

"Are you suggesting I do so your majesty?" 

The tips of Thranduil's ears turned red. 

"Be quiet girl," he muttered then continued on at a brisk pace, Naur slowly following behind him. 

When they did get to his sitting room, Thranduil sat in his favorite chair and poured himself a cup of wine. Naur on the other hand flitted around the room, admiring all of the fine things the king owned. 

"You really are much more childish than you first seemed," he said, finding some amusement in her fascination with his decor.  

"I am far from childish your majesty. I simply appreciate the beauty of this world."

Thranduil took a sip from his goblet, keeping his eyes trained on the girl at all times. 

"You find my home beautiful then?" 

"Yes, the most beautiful home I have seen. And I have seen many, many places." 

He watched as she walked in circles around the room. He studied her features closely. Her skin was dark and seemed to shine like onyx stone. Her hair was dark as well, but shone red and purple when sunlight hit it. Her eyes were fire, red with hints of orange and yellow. Her legs were long, her waist narrow, her bust large. Everything about her was crafted to an obvious perfection. She would have been almost boringly perfect if not for those eyes. 

"Where did you learn to use that magic?" 

"I was born with it." 

Thranduil laughed. 

"Impossible. A human cannot be born with that kind of magic." 

Naur turned her head to Thranduil and looked him in the eyes. 

"Who said I was human?"  

"Well you aren't an elf, and you certainly aren't a dwarf." 

Naur shrugged and took a seat opposite to Thranduil. 

"I am not quite sure what I am your majesty." 

This was a lie. Of course she knew very well what she was. But she hadn't a death wish, so it remained a secret. 

"Well then, I shall just have to figure that out."