Chapter 11 - Revelations

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There is more danger in the forest than shelob (spiders) and they walk on two legs. Looking forward to returning the forest patrols, Tauriel reunites with some of her friends only to learn a little more about the King's past that intrigues her. More importantly an old friend forces her to face her own feelings about him.

"Since when do my wishes mean nothing!?" Thranduil exploded angrily, his silvery blonde tresses flying behind him as he turned to face the small golden haired elf seated in one of the chairs before the hearth in his private study

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"Since when do my wishes mean nothing!?" Thranduil exploded angrily, his silvery blonde tresses flying behind him as he turned to face the small golden haired elf seated in one of the chairs before the hearth in his private study.

"Thranduil..."

"No! Not this time, nothing you say will stay my anger." He cut her off, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to her. "This is inexcusable even from you!" He exclaimed as he leaned down, grasping the arms of the chair to steady himself. "This is not Lórinand Gilaiwë!"

The tension in the room was thick as Tóriôn stood silently at the corner of the hearth, praying he would not be noticed. He had witnessed lovers quarrels between these two many times over the long centuries they had known each other. Never had he seen Thranduil so angry that he actually trembled in his struggle to maintain his calm demeanor. Glancing quickly at Lady Gilaiwë, he swallowed with difficulty as he noted the flush of her skin as she lifted her chin in defiance, her dark blue gaze fixed on that of the Elvenking.

"If you would allow me to explain." She stated quietly, refusing to shrink away from him. Yes, he was beyond angry with her and she understood that he had every right.

"I have been beside myself with worry." Thranduil stated, pushing himself away from her to resume his pacing in front of the hearth. "You were supposed to be here yesterday. With no word from you I could only assume the worst." He continued, his tone quieter but no less angry as he glanced between the two of them.

"I was delayed in Lake Town..."

"You had no cause to be there." Thranduil stated, glaring at her as he folded his arms across his chest.

"But I did." Gilaiwë insisted, shifting slightly in the chair as she glance at Tóriôn. "I thought it better that I go instead of Laûrläéthëe."

"What are you talking about?!" He asked, his tone more demanding than inquisitive as he stared at her. "She arrived here safely over a week ago and said nothing of this to me."

"Yes." She sighed, nodding toward him. "And I have been in Lake Town since then. The death of Smaug has brought many from other lands flooding into Erebor." She stated, meeting his gaze evenly. "There is a sickness there that is spreading. The human healers have not been able to contain it without succumbing to it themselves."

"I am aware of this." He told her, a deep frown forming on his brow. "I have sent nearly half of my healers there to assist them."

"And they are doing everything they can." She replied, her expression softening as her eyes implored him to understand. "Fládëithnôr has also sent additional healers. It took longer than I expected to get things taken care of. I had not realized how much time had passed." She told him apologetically.

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