Fifty Shades Of Elf (Thranduil x Reader)

Chapter 6

You sat at the end of your bed, hands folded neatly on your lap. Pain from your stomach below was all that you were able to feel, but a blank expression lay spread across your face as your eyes remained unmoving off the wall. For the months that had passed since your arrival, no one but Galion knew of your presence in the Kingdom. The King had hidden you away from the eye of his people, for so long that everyone had now forgotten of your existence. And for those past months, you'd always wake up in pain, but always unable to understand why you felt that pain, and it was always in my lower half of your body. Thranduil had set rules for you to obey that had been etched into your mind after hours and hours of reciting:

1. Do not step outside of your chambers unless told to do so by either myself or Galion
2. Eat as much or as little as you please, but always eat the berries l give you
3. Do not allow anyone to see or know of your existence
4. You are to behave, and not speak unless spoken to.
5. You may call me whatever suits

You had trouble remembering something. . .but that was the thing. You were trying to remember something that you couldn't remember. It was infuriating at times. A knock then sounded, your sensitive ears immediately picking it up.

"Come in."

"My Lord asked for you to eat this." said Galion as he entered the chamber, noticing your emotionless face, but saying nothing of it, "He also requested for you to remember. I know not of what he was intending, only being instructed to inform you of that."  He set down the silver tray which consisted of red and green grapes, bread and butter and of course, a glass of Dorwinion Wine.

"Will that be all?" You asked,

"My Lord also requested for you to eat these after you have had your fill of the contents on the tray." He added, handing you a small handful of berries.

You inspected these berries, tilting your head slightly as something familiar yet awfully unfamiliar struck you. You simply shrugged it off, wavering Galion off with a thank you. You weren't particularly hungry, so you didn't eat, and instead, decided that you needed to catch up on some much-needed sleep. You suddenly felt exhausted at the thought of sleep. And with not a second later, you had removed off your layers until you were in your undergarments, deciding to wear the sleeping robe that Thranduil had made for you with only the finest of elven silks. Its silkiness lulled you to sleep almost before you could even make it under the covers, falling asleep within seconds above the covers.

You woke up a few hours later, letting out a yawn and stretch, flinching as you felt that familiar sense of pain. You got to your feet, discarding your clothing in an unordered fashion as you made your way to the ensuite, closing and locking the door behind you. You decided that your [h/c] hair needed a wash, turning on the taps and waited for the water to become tepid. Your head hurt, a headache setting comfortably in, your placed a hand to your head, squeezing your eyes shut. Perhaps you'd gotten up too quickly., or maybe you'd overslept even. You stepped into the shower, falling to your knees as you began to cry, hanging your head, your hands covering your eyes. You cried and cried and cried, crying your heart out. You just wanted to go home, be home. You wanted your husband back, you wanted your baby back. And you certainly didn't want this King to take you over into his life. You weren't ready to leave that world behind, you never would be. This was all just a mistake. You had begged and begged and squirmed and pleaded to be freed, very much in the same state as you were in now. But this was Thranduil's Realm, and whoever set their foot in it, becomes apart of it. You were too young, and already had experienced pain for a lifetime. You almost cried yourself sick, having to cover your mouth, trembling as you continued to pour your heart out silently. Your body had just had enough of everything, the berries that he had you eat, for a reason that was blind to you, you just ate them because he told you to. You succumbed easily to orders, and because of this, you had been dragged into a life you would almost call slavery. Before this, there were no such thing as  those rules he had set for you not a week ago. Before those,  . . . .you didn't remember. You didn't remember anything, and it bothered you so much, you wanted to know why he gave you those berries. He'd always just say, 'It's what keeping you alive.' but l believed him just about as much as l believed that this was fate. But still, those words chilled your bones.

After what felt like hours, which probably because it had been, you felt better, but no better about your situation. You didn't cry anymore, you didn't need to. Those hours had changed you, the once cheerful, spritely humorous girl now abandoned, now an emotionless, humourless girl. You did not leave the chamber, just as the rules had stated, and sat on your bed, waiting patiently for something new to happen. The shower had not eased your physical pain that you felt. You were ruined, you had been broken, and repaired, and broken, and repaired to all just be broken down again. And you were worn out, but never let that show. The silver tray was still there, as were the grapes, bread, butter and wine. Those berries were there also. You took a couple of grapes and a bite of bread, washing it all down with a swig of wine, then eating the berries, just as you had been told to do.

"You were in there for an awfully long time. I had anticipated that you had potentially passed out." A voice came from the dark corner of the room. Unmistakable.

You let out a pained sigh on the inside, simply looking in the direction of where you heard the voice, but you didn't not reply. The figure stepped out of the corner, his eyebrow cocked,

"Are you not going to answer?" He questioned rather authoritatively.

You lowering your head in fearful submission, "No, sir." You replied. What a hypocrite.

"You did eat the berries didn't you?" He asked,

"Yes."

Your undergarments removed themselves, feeling your back being shoved back, pressed firmly against your bed sheets. A hand tightly, mercilessly over your mouth.

A moment passed, and you felt it, that familiar pain.

You screamed muffled cries of pain.