(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!"
"You talk too much elf-boy," Arya muttered, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she had done due to the pain of her injuries. Legolas scrunched up his nose in disdain of the nickname, but a smile soon found his way onto his face.
"I am not a boy."
Her eyes opened then, and her familiar hazel eyes met his striking blue ones. A small smile made itself present on her face as she looked at him, a twinkle of mischief evident in her eyes.
"No. You are not."
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Arya woke up some years ago with a grey-haired wizard leaning over her. She had no memories, no indications that told her who or what she was. With the outer appearances of an elf, but eyes that flash orange and strange symbols that appear on her skin - no one seems able to tell her anything about her past.
She joined the quest of Thorin's dwarven company to have something to do, and she quickly became a part of their group. After a long and arduous journey but still a far away from the mountain they stumble into trouble. And whom is there to save her, but a certain Mirkwood prince with long blond hair and a pair of startling blue eyes.
With one of them bursting with light, and the other filled with darkness their story will be anything but easy. Feelings, however, are hard to suppress, and with a war brewing on the horizon they might not have a lot of time.
Read on if:
You would like to figure out what Arya is.
You would like to see one of Tolkiens beloved characters discover love.
You love dwarves, elves, hobbits and wizards
You love Middle-Earth
You just want to read it for the heck of it
You do not have anything better to do
...Just please do it?
Please and thank you.