Loki, the God of Mischief, has decided to leave Asgard for a career on Midgard as a Philosophy Professor. Despite his intellect and charm, he's unprepared for the challenge that awaits him in the form of Y/N, a shy but fiercely inquisitive student whose presence stirs a fascination in him. Y/N, equally entranced and intimidated by Loki, finds herself drawn into his world. Their connection is intense and undeniable, and fates weave a more intricate pattern when they find themselves in closer proximity than they expected to be. The lines of propriety and desire blur, and each moment seems to be a race towards the inevitable. But will Loki and Y/N surrender to the forces pulling them together, or will they resist the allure that threatens to change their lives completely?

(Book 2 of The Elf King trilogy) The familiar characters and some background information,are,of course,Tolkien,and of Marvels Loki Series.The new are my own creation,a continuation of those stories.I take no credit for Tolkien's or Marvels bodies of work. We separated in battle by Morgul magic.Witches. Separation always lead to dire consequences.It was strategic,happened so quickly,a wave of witches,creatures,and illusion.I fought through,managed to clear the illusion.Where was my husband?Gut wretching panic set in.I flew straight up,calling out,then screaming.Frantically scanned the field.I saw his elk.Dread filled my heart.Within a second I was there. Witches scattered all directions.I turned each I could to dust.They moved so fast,in such odd patterns,I only got a few.I covered the kings battered, bleeding body with mine as the witches kept attacking. They're attack on Thranduil had been brutal. "V!I need you!" At the kingdom: It was a long night.I managed to heal his wounds,as he thrashed and convulsed,no help from the healers.They were afraid to come near him. "Cowards!Get out!" Neither would the White council enter.This was Morgul dark magic,and he was considered cursed. Legolas,Tauriel, and our Orcian daughter was all I had.It was enough. The wounds slowly closed,his beauty,more entrancing than ever. Around dawn,his eyes fluttered open. "The light."he mumbled. Legolas quickly closed the shutters. My face fell to his chest,as I sobbed. "Little dove,no.All is well.Please, no."he crooned against my head, "Look.I am well." I raised my eyes,everyone gasped. His eyes glowed red. "Starving,in fact." "Starving?"I repeated cautiously, "-for what?" "Everything smells so wonderful.You smell wonderful."he said,sitting up. "Husband-"I began,then turned to the others,"Leave us." "No."legolas stated,"I won't let him harm you." "What?!"Thranduil said,"my son-" "Look."Legolas said,snatching a hand mirror from the bureau,holding it to him,"Look at your eyes,those fangs!"

The familiar characters and some background information,are,of course, Tolkien.The new are my own creation,a continuation of that story.I take no credit for Tolkien's body of work. The Kings Test At first it was a simple demonstration of basic commands.But it became apparent to Legolas how thick the tension was between them. He was sure one or the other would meet their demise before this 'demonstration' was over. "Relent."the king advises Gabriella, the tip of his sword mockingly flipping her raven locks."-you are out-skilled,out-maneuvered." "Never."she counters defiantly,in a low,dangerous tone,swatting his sword with such force,it practically flew from his hand. She gave him a challenging look,raising a brow. She wishes to play.Very well. He came at her full force,their blades clashing so fast,it was a blur. The king ruthlessly smacked the sword from her hand,but she quickly did a backwards flip before he could draw on her. "Had enough,little one?"he challenged. She stood,drawing two daggers from behind her. "I'll let you know when I've had enough,my Lord."she returned,her words dripping venom. Fiery little winch. "As you wish."he said,smiling wickedly. It was the first time he smiled at her,and it made her seethe! He skillfully picked up her sword with a flip of his,and took fighting stance.She came flying at him.Legolas covered his eyes. _________________________________ In 1984,19 year old Gabriella finds herself transported to Middle Earth,after loosing consciousness, receiving a round-house kick to the head.Is it all just a dream she's having while being comatose?Or is it true that there are no accidents,that everything happens for a reason?