The Earth's Creation- A Thranduil fan fiction

Im mel cin

Naur sunk deeper into her bath, sighing. She was underground, at the base of the great tree which made the king's home. Within the massive roots of the marvelous tree, warm springs of water pooled, making natural hot baths. These roots resided in a cavern. The cavern's walls and floors were littered with glowing gems which provided soft green and blue light to the cave. Even below the water, the jewels glowed, tinting the water emerald or cerulean. The angelic sound of flowing water echoed around Naur as water cascaded from pool to pool. One such waterfall spilled into Naur's pool. She sat behind it and watched the glowing gems through the sheet of crystal water. Naur's pool alone was illuminated by an array of red gems. 

 Naur sat with her back against a snake like root. She curled her neck, resting her head on the root. She closed her eyes and listened to the tree breathe. She felt water coursing through the roots just as blood coursed through her veins. She felt its leaves shake and its branches creak hundreds of miles above her. She felt the vibrations of elven footsteps reverberate through the tree. Naur was more in tune with the life of Middle Earth than even the lady of light, Galadriel. 

Lossmir slept at the edge of the pool, happy to be near his mistress, but away from the water. The bird's snow feathers were muted with grey ash, but he refused a bath. Naur looked over at him and smiled. She stood and walked through the water fall, smiling as the soot was washed from her hair. She sunk back into the warm water, silently swimming over to her friend. Naur cupped the water in her hands and splashed it onto the sleeping bird. Lossmir squawked in shock as he was doused with water. He flapped his wings, pacing at the edge of the pool. Naur laughed as Lossmir puffed up his chest and shook his head. 

"You were dirty!" Naur insisted as Lossmir turned his back on her. "Oh, don't be like that," she cooed, resting her chin on the edge of the pool. Lossmir turned his head to face her, squawked, and turned back around. "Fine, I was planning on getting you a delectable meal of centipedes, eggs, and grain, but..." 

The bird immediately turned around and nuzzled Naur's face. 

"You are easily swayed my friend," she said with a laugh. The bird moved its wings in a near shrug like fashion. 

Naur's fire had not only given the bird near immortality, but great intelligence as well. Though, whether the intelligence was used or not was up to the picky raven. 

Naur sighed as she began to remember her troubles. 

"Lossmir, what am I to do?" she asked the bird, misery in her voice. "How can I stay here knowing I am putting an entire kingdom at risk? But how can I leave Thranduil when I love him so?" she sighed again. "Can I truly be so selfish as to consider staying? My feelings do not warrant the deaths of thousands! But, Thranduil insists he can protect his kingdom." She shook her head. "No. No kingdom can fend off the army of darkness," she said. "I will leave tonight, while the moon is new. None will see me," she said, resolved. 

She sunk back into the pool. 

"I know I am making the right choice, Lossmir," she said, tears forming. "So, why am I in such pain?" 

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Naur was in her old room once again. Two elven maids flitted around her, brushing her garnet and indigo hair and twisting it into complicated braids. The curtains closing off her balcony were open exposing her entire room to the air. On occasion, a leaf would be blown into Naur's room. Lossmir would immediately fly over, take it gently into his beak, and add it to his collection in the corner of the room. At one point, a maid tried to clean up the pile and was met with vicious pecking. Lossmir now sat on his pile. 

There was a soft knock on the door. One maid released her section of Naur's hair and scurried over to open the door. She gasped and fell to a curtsy. 

"My King!" she exclaimed, shaking. She had never spoken to the king. 

"Is the lady Naur here?" Thranduil asked, craning his neck to peek into the room. 

"Well, yes, but-"

"Wonderful," Thranduil said, pushing open the door and entering. 

The king recoiled when he saw her. Naur sat completely naked at the vanity. 

"As I tried to say, my king, the lady is not yet dressed," the maid said, exasperated. 

"N-naur, my," he cleared his throat "My apologies," he said with a stiff bow, averting his eyes. 

Naur laughed, and turned to face him. The king's ears burned. This was mortifying for him. 

"It is quite alright, my king," she said warmly. "How may I assist you?" she asked, completely un-bothered at her state. 

Thranduil kept his head up, gazing at the ceiling. What made the situation so much worse was how badly we wanted to look at her. 

"I was simply hoping to see you," he said, embarrassed by his request. 

"Well, you have seen me," she said, still smiling. "Quite a lot of me, actually." 

She found this all terribly amusing. One of her maids handed her a pale green robe which the lady quickly put on. 

"It is safe to look, my king," she teased, standing up. "Ladies, will you give us a moment?" she asked. 

The maids seemed unsure, but never the less, promptly exited the room. As soon as they were gone, Naur burst into laughter. 

"That was...humiliating," Thranduil said, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

"I did not mind so much," Naur said kindly, approaching the king and putting her hand on his pale cheek. 

Thranduil sighed and moved his hand to sit on top of hers. He leaned his head into her touch, breathing it in. He reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest. She rested her cheek against him, listening to his slow heart beat. Thranduil tilted his chin down and lightly kissed the top of her head. Her dark hair smelled of the Earth. It was the purest scent he had ever encountered. 

"I am so happy you have chosen to stay with me," he whispered. "This is the happiest I have ever been," he added, laughing a tad. 

Naur's throat tightened. She had to tell him. She had to tell him she was leaving. That she was not staying with him. That she would not make him happy, only sorrowful. 

"Im mel cin, Naurmir," he said in a voice softer than the wind. 

Naur truly meant to tell him she was leaving. But instead, she said:

"Im mel cin sui eithel, Thranduil." 

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Im mel cin: I love you

Im mel cin sui eithel: I love you as well

Naurmir: Fire gem

Lossmir: Snow gem