The Earth's Creation- A Thranduil fan fiction

Tea

She scrambled away from the pointy eared man, struggling to form words. All she accomplished were a few unintelligible vowels. The man was by her side in a moment, examining her in confusion.

"What in the valor's name are you," he mumbled to himself.

"I....I....sss-"

"Don't try and speak young one, not yet," he said, quieting her.

He then proceeded to examine her thoroughly. At some point, he realized what she was created from, and who by. He could not allow her to stay here where she would be used by the enemy.

He removed his war tattered cloak and wrapped it around her. Then, he picked her up into his arms.

"My name is Elrond. You are safe now, creature of Mt.Doom."

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Three days bustled by at the court of King Thranduil. The past three days had been simply glorious since Naur had arrived. The strange fire mage had brought excitement to all in the palace, and had broken Thranduil's dull routine.

Each day when Thranduil rose, he would be made ready by his servants, then go to the palace gardens for breakfast. However, instead of dining alone, he found Naur there, admiring the flowers. And so they took breakfast together three days in a row, as well as lunch and diner.

However today, the fourth day of her stay in the woodland king's palace, Thranduil invited Naur to take tea with him in his study. He did not invite her simply because he enjoyed her company, though of course he did. He invited her because although they had been talking together for three days, he still knew nothing about her other than her name.

The king was pulled from his thoughts by his squire opening the door and annoucing Naur. Thranduil rose and watched the dark skinned fire mage enter his study, a soft smile on her face.

"Good afternoon King Thranduil," she said, bowing.

That was one thing Thranduil found amusing about Naur, she always bowed, never curtsied.

She was refreshingly odd.

"Good afternoon," he said, taking in her appearance.

She was wearing the same costume as the day she had arrived.

"I see you have yet again ignored the dress I had sent to your room. You do know those garments are meant to be worn, not simply examined and ignored," the king said, sitting in an elegant, and rather uncomfortable seat, by the fire.

"Those were dresses? I thought they were curtains," Naur said, her red eyes twinkling.

The king shook his head at her joke.

"Sit vagabond," he said, gesturing to the chair opposite his.

He only addressed Naur as vagabond, and if it bothered her, she never showed it. In fact, she never showed anything except for happiness, amusement and wonder.

Naur sat, looking at the cold fireplace. The fireplace had three logs in it.

"Would you mind?" Thranduil asked, tilting his head to the fireplace.

"Not at all," Naur said, grinning.

She pressed her hands together, then pulled them apart, a small stream of fire between them. She pushed the flames to the fireplace and in a moment, there was a fire burning merrily in the hearth.

They both stared into the fire.

"Tell me vagabond, where do you come from?"

"Oh nowhere too fascinating," she said, brushing off the question.

"Tell me, I want to know."

A servant carried in a teapot and two teacups on a silver platter. He left in on the small table between the two chairs, then took his leave. Naur poured herself and the king a cup of tea.

"I was born East of here, but raised West of here."

"That is vague, vagabond. Tell me the names of the villages."

Naur laughed lightly, then sipped her tea.

"I hardly see how this is of interest your majesty."

She was dodging his questions and Thranduil was not having it.

"It is not of interest to me. I simply want to know where my guest is from. So tell me, from what kingdom are you hail from?"

The fire roared up as Naur slammed her teacup down onto the tray.

"It is none of your concern," she roared, her eyes glowing.

As suddenly as the outburst happened it ceased. The fire was once again at a low burn, and Naur was sitting, sipping her tea.

"Leave me," he muttered, waving her away.

Naur nodded and rose.

"I apologize KIng Thranduil, I did not mean for that to happen."

Thranduil slightly nodded his head. He heard the door open and close as she left him to his thoughts.

That was the first time Thranduil saw Naur lose control and it was not going to be the last.