For the love of a Dragon (Thranduil fanfic)

Chapter 4

Thranduil P.O.V

(5 days later)

I woke up with a start. I felt the sheets layered on top of me, and as my vision focused, I immediately noticed something off. How odd. I was in.....the healing room.

Looking up at the twisty wooden roof, I tried to remember what got me here. Then I recalled walking out of the gates, fighting a spider, the jab in the waist...and her.

 I sat up. Pain stabbed my torso, making me groan in discomfort. I lifted up my shirt to see a bandage wrapped tightly around me. I blinked and looked properly. The bandage wasn't of Mirkwoodian make. It looked so familiar; like it was on the tip of my tongue. I decided to get back to it later.

I slowly got up, using the bedpost as a support. I grunted and almost fell onto my face but managed to stand and hobble slowly. I hobbled to the door to see Legolas standing there vigilantly. "Ada!" he said in surprise. "How are you feeling?" 

"Alright," I answered flatly. "The healer certainly outdid herself, dealing with a wound like that." 

Legolas diverted his gaze uncertainly. "It was not the healer who saved you," he said in a small voice. My eyes flared. 

He understood and he told me where to go. I trudged up the stairs, taking a break every few seconds, and got there eventually. I was about to open the door when I heard the noise coming from inside.

"You! Go back to where you belong, you witch!" a female voice yelled venomously. I stopped short. That was the healer, was it not? But why was she screaming so? 

"Make me if you can, you dog! If it wasn't for me, the King would be dead!" another voice replied, anger sparking in her words.

I furrowed my eyebrows. The owner of that voice saved my life. But why was the healer referring to her as a witch? She should've know better! 

"We got long rid of you and your foul kind a long time ago. None were left! But now I see you have come out of the shadows." 

I heard the unmistakable ting of a dagger. "And everything that comes out of the shadows, is a curse," the healer snarled.

"You don't want to do that," my saviour said in a dangerously low voice. I squinted my eyes. That tone of defiance and flame of rebellion was so familiar. I just needed to put my finger on it... 

"Yes. I. Would," growled the palace healer, and then the fight began.

I should have stopped them but I needed to know what was going on. There were grunts and tings and clashes of daggers that burnt my ears. Whoever was fighting against the healer definitely had immense skill if they had lasted for this long.

Suddenly someone fell to their knees their voice went quiet. If I didn't intervene now, there would be a death on my hands.

"FARN!" I bellowed, bursting through the doors. Both looked at me, startled. The healer was holding a dagger to the throat of....my prisoner. 

My eyes widened at her. How on Earth did she escape? How did she come by me at the gate? How did she -

This was not the time for questions.

"Maurine, ego! Gwao hi!" I said sternly. The healer bowed and left, knocking the elleth to the ground. She grunted in pain and cursed. 

I helped her onto her knees, and she stiffened at my touch, struggling in my grip but I kept hold of her arms. "Who are you?" I asked. She glared at me, not answering. 

"ANSWER ME!" I said louder, shaking her slightly. 

The mysterious elleth finally relented."I am Celegwen," she said, looking down. 

Celegwen. Celegwen.....Then it all made sense.

Her defiance and disrespect towards me, the bandage, her name, the healer's rage towards her.... She was one of the Laiquendi.

My father had banished the Laiquendi and conquered their land as his own. As a king and a son I had kept those traditions. But the elleth in my hands, I could not bring harm to her. I didn't know why. "Look at me," I said gently. 

She slowly brought her eyes to mine. I looked into her beautiful brown eyes, searching for something, anything. Behind pride, behind steel, behind a heart of stone, behind scars of horrific experiences....there was fear.

Fear of what I was going to do to her. Her fear was in my hands.

I stood her up and sat her down on a bench. I turned to the wall. I wanted to know more about her, but I had a reputation to uphold. 

"It has been a long time since a Laiquendi travelled this far east," I said, rather truthfully. I heard a light gasp from behind me and knew my intuition was correct. 

"My father thought he had banished you all; and you diminished into a wandering exiled race," I continued. "In fact if I recall, I was one of the guards to 'escort' you out of the palace; away from a dying ellon." I turned to see her eyes drained and tearful; I had gotten her into a vulnerable state, just as I had wanted. 

"But that matter aside, if it wasn't for you I would not be here," I turned to her and knelt so I was at her level. Her head was bowed down, her hair a curtain to shield me out. I took it and tucked it behind her ear. I lifted her chin to see her raw eyes. 

"I cannot have you leave again. I need to put you somewhere where I can keep an eye on you. You can stay in the library."

I grasped her forearm so she wouldn't run off and led her to the library. She felt so small. I felt like I had to protect her in some way, even though I had only just met her a few days ago, and she was a Green-Elf. My father would have killed me if he found out what I was doing. I left her in the library and put a guard at the door. I couldn't have her leave again. Where had these feelings come from? 

I just couldn't accept her gone again.

Meh.....mushy ending. I didn't want to make it "his chambers" because that's really cliche and in almost EVERY Thranduil fanfic I've read she's put in his chambers (no offence to all you Thranduil writers your stories are still great ;) ) 

I'M GOING TO THE PRESCREENING OF THE HOBBIT 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well, the prescreening in my city, anyway, I'm really excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

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Elvish Translations!

Farn!=Enough!

Maurine! Ego! Gwao hi!=Maurine, leave! Go now!

Elleth=female Elf