"Uhh.....ummm......uhhh...." I stutter at Galather's words. My cheeks burn.
Galather starts laughing, but thankfully Ninthalor ignores him.
"My king, we were all worried about your health. It seems as thought you haven't been eating or drinking enough."
"Ah. Right." I mumble, wanting so badly to be able to jump up and run out of the room.
Finally, Deryth speaks. "Have you been not eating, my lord?"
I sigh, "No, I haven't." The three other elves in the room exchange worried glances and it causes me to feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Why didn't you say anything, Thranduil?" Ninthalors exclaims. "I could've helped you!"
I stare at the bedspread in silence.
"Galather and I could've helped too." Deryth says to my surprise. I force myself to look at her, regardless of my previous embarrassment.
"Really?" I say in disbelief. She smiles brightly.
"Of course."
"Thank you, Deryth." I tell her. "I have been very troubled after my father's death and it is nice to know I have friends to support me."
"Thranduil, you always have people here for you, even when you feel alone." Ninthalor explains.
I nod at his words and think about my father. He would want me to be happy. He would want me to strive to become a better king than him.
He would want me to be happy.
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The King of Mirkwood (Thranduil fan fic)
FanfictionThis 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...
