"King Oropher has been slain!" A soldier calls across the battlefield. "The King of the Woodland Realm is dead!"
My heart skips a beat. I drop my sword and run over to the soldier. A few feet away from him lies my father, unmoving and showered with blood. I stifle a sob.
"Ada?" I ask like a young elf, half expecting him to stand up and welcome me into his strong arms. But the stale look of death destroys such fantasies and brings me back to reality.
My father is gone.
The tears spring out of my eyes as I crouch down and hold his blood crusted body close to mine.
"Ada!" I cry out, my voice choked up. "I love you, Ada." I whisper. I stroke his long blonde silvery hair. My body trembles with each shuddering sob-filled breath I take.
"Prince Thranduil?" I hear a familiar voice ask gently. I turn and see Ninthalor Ildroun, one of my father's closest friends and member of the Mirkwood guard.
"He's gone Ninthalor!" I sob. The older elf kneels down next to me and places his hand on my shoulder.
"Thranduil, listen to me." He says. I stare deeply into his soft brown eyes. "Oropher would not want you so upset. He would want you to lead the survivors home and take your rightful place as king of the Woodland Realm."
I stare at him and wipe my eyes. Then I slowly get up and stand tall.
Then I march the one third of an army I have left back home, ready to bury the dead.
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The King of Mirkwood (Thranduil fan fic)
FanficThis is the end, Thranduil. Embrace it. An aching pain grows in my chest. The hurtful emotions that have been inside of me. Some positive, some negative. Even so, questions linger in my mind. Who will take the throne? What will happen to my kingdom...
