The love of the King (Thranduil Fanfiction)

The Discovery

Thranduil beheaded the orc that spoke of war with one swift swing of his sword. 

"Why did you do that?"  Legolas asked, "You promised to set him free." 

The king started to walk to his son's side, "And I did. I freed his wretched head from his miserable shoulders." Then he stomped on the writhing Orc's leg.

"There was more the orc could tell us." 

"There was nothing more he could tell me." 

Thranduil turned and sheathed his sword, walking away from the throne. 

"What did he mean by the flames of war?" 

The king spoke more urgently then, fear spreading across his normally emotionless face, "It means they intend to unleash a weapon so great it will destroy all before it." 

He walked faster down the winding path away from the throne, beckoning a guard to follow. 

"I want the watch doubled at our borders, all roads all rivers." He stopped to look back at Legolas, "No one enters this kingdom and no one leaves it ." He turned to walk away again and as he walked he leaned towards the guard at his side and whispered, "Where is the girl?" 

"In her room, as we left her." 

"Very well." He said, leaving his guard behind to walk to Eamane's room. 

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Thranduil found Eamane staring out of the window in her room. 

He snuck through the door and as it closed silently behind him he spoke, “I half expected you to be sneaking into places you shouldn‘t be.” 

Eamane turned, wide eyed and opened mouthed at the king.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered. Thranduil only stared at her. 

He was very curious. He wanted to see her original, Elven form, but he didn’t know how to tell her. He didn’t know what to say. 

So he decided to show her.

He walked around to her back, pressed his hands onto her shoulders gently and pushed her in front of the vanity that sat straight across from the bed. 

Then, he ran a hand down the length of her hair and it grew and turned a light -- almost platinum blonde, like his own. Her ears grew to a point and her eyes turned ice blue.

Eamane’s hand flew to her face. 

“W-what..?”

Thranduil couldn’t believe his eyes. She was more beautiful than he could ever imagine. Her platinum hair shone in the subtle light, even more so than his own, and her icy eyes stared into the mirror at herself in non-belief. 

He turned away, clenching his fists until his knuckles turn white.

“You…” He paused, having to take a deep breath before continuing, “You are the lost daughter of Lord Elrond of Rivendell.” 

Eamane finally looked away from her new, and unfamiliar reflection to look up at the king. 

“When Gandalf found you he concealed the elven part of you.”

Eamane felt her heart break. She had been lied to, all her life she was told she didn’t belong in Middle Earth. Now she knew the truth, and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into the silk covers on the bed, curl into a ball and cry herself to sleep. Her mouth hung agape as she stared at the side of Thranduil’s pale face.

“But why? Why would Gandalf do this to me?” 

They both fell silent for moments that felt like hours. Then finally, Thranduil spoke.

“I must be going…” 

Eamane reaches out and grabs Thranduil’s arm before he can walk out of the door, and when he turns to glare at her she asks, “Did you tell Thorin?” 

Thranduil stayed silent and decided not to tell her, not yet. So he pulled his arm out of her grasp and left. 

Again, Eamane was left alone.