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Perfect survivor	By : Nuredhel Category: +Third Age > General Views: 1679 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three: Hidden in plain sight

The unseen is what you fear
The things that hide within shadows
But be aware oh mortal soul
The real danger is the one you’ll never see
Hidden right underneath you nose
Hrafna was glad that the elves finally had realized that she was a friend but she still felt a little worried. She had convinced the royal family of her peaceful nature but what about the rest of the elves living within this place? They had no idea of who or what she was, would they trust their rulers words or would they feel threatened by her presence there? She could just wait and see and when she returned to the rooms she had gotten she felt tired and strangely empty headed. She needed to rest and get her thoughts sorted out. She was in a new world damn it, she would have been thrilled by the idea had she not been so unsure of how the others there would react to her. She sighed and got out of the lovely dress, found a tunic and a wide skirt. She had been promised help with the language and the way of life, someone would come to teach her all she needed to know already the day after and she was not sure if she was looking forward to it or not.
She lay on the bed and tried to sleep, the bed was very comfortable with huge pillows and thick soft blankets, she was used to much less luxurious surroundings than this. She fell asleep very slowly and slept but not well. She was dreaming about the orc attack and she felt how the memory made her body tense up, she was really unable to get completely rested this way.
Thranduil had been shocked and intrigued by the strange female, he had felt s sort of connection to her, he had no idea of what it was or how to explain it but he felt safe around her? It was odd but he knew that she was more dangerous than any other creature he had encountered. With her by his side he would be protected like never before, heck, he would like to see the orcs who managed to get past her. He had watched her room for a while and had seen her try to sleep, she was tossing around on the bed and he felt something which reminded him of jealousy when he remembered what Legolas had told him, that his son had seen her buck naked. It had to be a sight to behold. He grinned to himself, so her race was known for being seductive? He did not doubt that for a second, she awakened feelings within him he had thought to be dead and buried for ages.
He sighed and let go of the magic, he did not need to spy on her now that he knew she was no threat but she was so fascinating. He had not really encountered anything new for centuries, it had all been the same, every day melted into a grey fog of passing time and he saw her arrival as a welcome breath of fresh air. It made things a little less gloomy, he was curious of what more she could tell him of her world. He hoped that the teacher he had found would be to her liking, she needed to learn a lot.
Legolas was waiting for him outside of the council room, his son looked a bit confused. “What do you think of her? “
Thranduil smiled. “I think she will bring great change my son, I think she will bring us new hope!”
Legolas just nodded, his eyes were a bit distant. “Adar, she frightens me! I mean, she is so pretty and yet so deadly, she reminds me of a dragon!”
Thranduil raised an eyebrow, he was a bit shocked by his son’s words but he understood them well, yes, she did remind him too of a dragon. Something so mighty and powerful you are helpless as you watch it bring your own doom and death, yet you cannot help but to admire it. “You are right ion nin, she is like a dragon. But I have dealt with such dangers before, leave her to me, the Valar brought her here for a reason and I am very curious about it.”
Legolas got a smirk on his face. “Is it only because of that? Are you sure that it isn’t her …charm…that has gotten to you?”
Thranduil snorted and looked at his son with a frown. “Of course not, how can you even say something like that? “
Legolas just shrugged. “Well, she is a sight to behold, I do prefer blondes but she is gorgeous, I can see that you have noticed that fact. You were staring at her the whole time!”
Thranduil felt a bit trapped. “We were talking Legolas, it is normal to look at the person you are having a conversation with!”
Legolas just nodded and hid his crooked grin. His father had looked absolutely stunned the whole time and he was beginning to wonder if his usually cold and controlled father was developing a soft spot for this creature. It could be interesting to see how this was developing. He excused himself and left and Thranduil was left with a strange sensation. Was his son really this good at seeing through his usual cold demeanor and reveal his true emotions? He would have to be careful from now on! But he was shocked to admit to himself that this stranger had ended some of the boredom which had bothered him for a while, everything had become routine and he had completely forgotten how to do something because he wanted to and not because he had to. He was looking forward to talking to her again.
Hrafna was awakened by a servant, she felt unrested and slightly confused but she put on a brave face and got dressed in a hurry. Her teacher was waiting for her and she ate an apple and had a glass of thin wine before she ran off. The teacher was an elleth who appeared to be rather young but Hrafna knew that looks could be very deceiving and she saw that the elleth had brought a stack of papers and some quills, she sighed, this was going to be one of those days!
The elleth got on her feet and bowed her head, she was dark blond with soft brown eyes and rather pretty. Hrafna tried to look as benevolent as she possibly could, the elleth smiled wholeheartedly and shook her hand vigorously. “I am so glad to meet you, I mean, everybody knows you saved our prince! I have been ordered to teach you everything you need to know and believe me, if there is anything you wonder about just ask me. I am Alima by the way.”
The elleth had to gasp for air and she appeared to be extremely eager, and young! Hrafna knew that type of nervous energy, she smiled at the elleth. “Pleased to meet you Alima, I am Hrafna. Let me guess, I am your first student?”
Alima looked surprised. “How do you know that? Oh Valar, is it so obvious?”
Hrafna had to grin. “Yes, but do not worry, I am very sure you are more than capable of teaching me all that I need to know”
Alima gave her a nervous smile, she appeared to be both happy and in doubt at the same time. “I am glad to hear that, shall we begin?”
Hrafna nodded and sat down and Alima started to go through the alphabet and the most common words in Sindarin and Hrafna sighed and knew that yes, it was going to be one of those days!
Several hours later she felt like her mind was going to implode from sheer boredom and she seriously doubted that she had learned anything at all, except from how to keep a constant sheepish grin on her face. Alima was very eager to teach, so much so that she forgot that her student was a complete novice. Of course the elleth was very nice and Hrafna liked her a lot but she was just a bit over enthusiastic about her task. Hrafna was really relieved when Alima called it a day and allowed her to take the rest of the day off. Hrafna had never been so relieved by the prospect of spending a whole afternoon doing nothing at all.
She was walking back towards her room when she suddenly felt that someone was watching her and she stopped and turned her head. It was the king, he was looking at her with a small smirk and there was something akin to mischievousness within his ice blue eyes. “I trust your first encounter with Alima went well?”
Hrafna snorted. “Well, besides from being extremely eager she is alright I guess, my head feels like it is going to explode any minute!”
Thranduil had to grin, he knew that Alima was very energetic and she had seen it as a great honor to be given the task of teaching the stranger whatever she needed to know. The elleth was very young and inexperienced and he could very much imagine that she was trying to push a little too much knowledge into her students head at once. “Well, if there is one thing I am accustomed to it is that feeling, and fresh air is usually the best medicine. Would you like to join me for a short ride in the woods? I would like to inspect some of our gardens and I would love some company?”
Hrafna grinned, she would want nothing more than just that. She had to really get a grip of herself in order to not become too visibly happy because of his request. She nodded and gave him a polite smile. “I would be honored your highness.”
He bowed his head. “Good, meet me by the stables in ten minutes?”
She curtsied and ran off, she would have to change into something else if she was to ride.
She found a suitable skirt and a jacket and went to the stable, a stable worker was already there holding a beautiful grey stallion and another elf held Hrimfaksi by his forelock. She was glad they had understood that she didn’t like to use any tack on her horse. The king came and he looked just as regal as usual although he was wearing rather plain clothes. She saw the respect the others showed him and she knew that it was because of the ellon he was, not because of his title, well at least not entirely because of the title. He looked a bit stunned by the fact that she rode bareback but said nothing and she jumped onto the horse and grinned. She was looking forward to a ride and when the grey stallion flew through the gates with a loud nicker she was right behind.
She soon realized that he needed this just as much as she did, he needed to get away from his duties and just relax and he allowed the horse to run as fast as it liked along the paths. Hrafna enjoyed the insane speed and she laughed and let Hrimfaksi follow the stallion like a shadow. After a while they slowed down, the horses were panting and sweating and Thranduil petted his horse’s neck and grinned at her. “The gardens really doesn’t need that much inspection, others can do it but I just need to get out of here sometimes. “
Hrafna nodded. “That is perfectly understandable your highness.”
He let his horse walk next to hers. “I would like to hear more about your world? That is, if you are willing to tell me?”
She smiled. “Of course, what do you want to hear about? “
He was thinking for a moment. “Is there places like this in your world? Great forests? Places of great beauty?”
Hrafna nodded and started to tell him about the fjords of her homeland, of the mountains and the coast. The she told of the rainforests and the savannah of Africa and the deserts. She mentioned the grand canyon and Yosemite valley and as the rode along the paths she forgot about everything except his almost boyish fascination with the things she told him. She told of the different animals of her world, she described both the beauty and the destruction and he looked sad as she described the countless mistakes of the humans. They rode through the area surrounding the palace and she saw how beautiful the forest was but she could still feel the strange lack of balance, the feeling of disease.
Thranduil was silent as he was listening to her tales of her world and its history. She told him of the ancient civilizations and their rise and fall. She told him of wars and disease, of religion and rebellion, of greatness and madness and some things he obviously found fascination while other things made him confused or even disgusted. He looked truly shocked when she told him of king Henry the eight of England and his many wives and how he rid himself of several of them. Hrafna had to laugh at his expression. “So, I guess that type of behavior would be impossible here?”
Thranduil grinned and nodded. “Yes, nobody would divorce their wife just because she didn’t produce a son? And have a queen beheaded? Indeed that man must have been mad!”
Hrafna laughed. “Yes, maybe he was, but those were extreme times. Things are different these days. “
Thranduil nodded. “I hope so, but what about beauty? Is there beautiful music and art within your world? “
Hrafna nodded. “There is a lot of beauty in my world, it is often overshadowed by the terrible things but they are still there. We have great artists and musicians, I listen to a lot of music. “
He cocked his head and there was a hint of the person he had to have been before he became a king in his eyes, a hint of a more innocent and open young soul. “What types of music do humans make in your world? “
She explained about everything from classical music to black metal and he listened and was asking questions, they had ridden two full rounds around the perimeter of the palace area and they had barely noticed, they were so occupied with their conversation. Thranduil looked a bit nervous and then he leaned a bit towards her. “Sing something? Something from your world? Saes?”
She frowned, looked down into Hrimfaksis mane. “My lord, I am a terrible singer!”
He stared her straight into the eyes. “It doesn’t matter, I just need to hear it, something from a different world?”
Hrafna sighed. “Alright, this is one of my favorite songs, but it is a bit sad just so you are warned!”
He nodded and looked at her with anticipation and so she started to sing, she had always loved the song Fields of gold by Sting and now she sang it while she rode through this almost enchanted forest with an elf by her side. If there ever was a bizarre concert it was this. She was stunned by his reaction to the song, his eyes were strangely glassy and she could have sworn he was close to tears. He looked down. “What a truly amazing poet he is the one responsible for such a wonderful song, it speaks so deeply of mortality. “
Hrafna almost gaped, she had never really seen the song in such a way but of course, to an elf it did speak a lot of the loss and bitter sweetness that is the fate of all mortals. He reached out, touched her hand and it felt almost electric. “Saes, please, sing something else?”
And so she sang again, she sang old folksongs, she sang songs from her favorite musicals and movies. She sang some hymns and gospels, she sang a couple of songs from her favorite metal bands and also some silly children’s tunes. And he listened, his eyes told her he was really listening and she finished with some examples from her own country and the surrounding areas. She saw how the elf tried to understand the words but the tunes in themselves could tell whether or not it was a sad or jolly song.
He looked at her when she finished. “The last song, what was it about?”
She grinned. “It was a very old ballad, from the early parts of my country’s history. It is about a knight and a princess who loves each other but they cannot have each other because their families are against the union. And so in the end they die after a lot of bloodshed and turmoil and they are buried on different sides of a church but roses start growing on their graves and they reach over the church and become entwined.”
Thranduil sighed. “We have similar stories here. Bittersweet and sad and yet filled with hope.”
Hrafna nodded. “I guess that is the point in music, to bring hope. In one country they have an instrument called a bagpipe, and the warriors used to play that instrument on the way to battle, it made them brave they thought. When the country was occupied the enemy forbid the people to use those instruments, they became symbols of resistance. “
Thranduil frowned and there was a glimpse of mirth within his ice blue eyes. “An instrument to make people more brave? I would have loved to hear that!”
Hrafna shook her head vigorously. “No, you would not, it is an instrument you either hate or love and believe me, unless the one who plays it knows exactly what to do it sounds like a bunch of cats stuck in a bag while being tortured”
The elf made a strange grimace, then he laughed. He laughed so hard he was shivering and tears were flowing down his cheeks. Hrafna was staring at him with a bit of worry. “Your majesty, are you ok?”
He wiped tears of his face, still sniggering. “Yes, yes I am ok, I haven’t laughed like that in years, I thank you from the bottom of my heart!”
He pressed a hand against his belly. “Cats in a bag, Valar, what an image that gave me!”
She could just smile. “I am glad I have entertained you your highness”
He touched her hand again. “No, I am glad. I have not been so relaxed for years. It has been wonderful. May I ask for another meeting like this one when the opportunity comes?”
She just nodded and felt like she was looking forward to it. There was still so much she could tell him about, things she was sure would be interesting to him.
They rode back into the palace just before dusk, the guards looked a bit worried and Legolas stood at the entrance, he looked worried too. “Adar, where have you been? You were gone for hours!”
Thranduil was grinning and Legolas stared at his father with disbelief. There was a strange new light within Thranduils blue eyes, he looked younger somehow, stronger and more vigorous. He had spring in his steps and he was humming on some tune Legolas never had heard before. “I have enjoyed a very entertaining evening ion nin, and I feel better than in a long time.”
Legolas threw a somewhat suspicious glance at the two but they looked just as they had when they left, they could not have been of their horses at all. Legolas was really stunned, his father was smiling! Really smiling, not just the grimace which passed for a smile most of the time. Whatever she was doing, he prayed she would continue! Change indeed, she would transform his father if this continued and Legolas was praying to the Valar that it would.
Hrafna went to bed after having received a delicious evening meal and she fell asleep right away. The day had been long and eventful and she slept like a log until someone hammered on her door.
It was Alima and the elleth was very eager once more. Hrafna had to get up, bathe and eat and get dressed on record time and she groaned at the prospect of facing yet another day of studying sindarin. But luckily Alima was going to give a lesson in history this day and it sounded at least a little more interesting so Hrafna was mildly optimistic.
Alima told of the very history of Arda, she told of Eru and Valinor, of the Valar and Morgoth and Sauron. She told of the Silmarills and the war of wrath, she told of the kinslaying and the last alliance and she told of how Thranduil became king when his father was slain in the battle of Dagorlad. Hrafna started to understand the king a little more, he was obviously extremely dedicated to his people but he had somehow forgotten about himself somewhere along the line. Alima was sighing. “He is so occupied with being a king he has forgotten how to live, how to enjoy the life he has been given. We all know it but he is unable to see it, he is too stubborn and head strong to see things from new angles.”
Hrafna pressed her lips together, hard. “He seems to love his son a lot, but he doesn’t seem like a very open or warm person, not even towards Legolas?! “
Alima nodded slowly. “He has lost so many you know, his mother, his father, brothers, friends, his wife, I do not blame him for having closed his heart, sometimes I guess that seems like a better option than getting hurt again.”
Hrafna nodded. “I once learned that a frozen heart is a vulnerable one, it can shatter into a million pieces. There is no strength in ice, but as water it is very powerful indeed. “
Alima looked a bit shocked. “You are very wise my lady, I have never heard it described like that before!”
Hrafna frowned. “You said he lost his wife too?”
Alima nodded, there was a shadow within her lovely eyes. “Yes, it was very tragic, everybody grieved her passing for she was loved by everyone. She was such a soft and caring soul, naïve and spoiled but there was nothing bad in her at all, she loved everybody but unfortunately she was not very strong. “
Hrafna looked at the elleth with questions in her gaze and Alima shrugged. “She died right after she gave birth to Legolas, he was just two days old when he lost his mother, so our king has been a little over protective at times.”
Hrafna cocked her head. “I did not think that elves could die like that?”
Alima made a grimace. “Elves are vulnerable in battle and in birth, that is our weak moments. The queen was a very frail one, she was so small and her hips very narrow, she should never have been blessed the way she was but the gods are sometimes cruel. “
Hrafna sighed. “I guess they are, the king must have been devastated? “
Alima leaned towards her, lowered her voice. “Do not tell anyone that I have told you this but he wasn’t really that fond of her, you see, his father had the marriage arranged just to make sure that his son got married. Thranduil was a bit of a wild one, he did not want to be tied to an elleth forever, he wanted to be free.”
Hrafna was a bit shocked. “Arranged marriage? I had no idea that elves would accept something like that?”
Alima shrugged. “Most wont, but within the royal families it is not entirely unheard of. It is often used to form closer relationships between families with power. Most elves tough would never marry anyone they don’t love. “
Hrafna swallowed, she started to feel sorry for him. “So he did not love the queen at all?”
Alima made a grimace again. “Who knows? He was always very polite towards her, but cold, very cold I think. I think he was getting bored by her rather fast, she was pretty but a bit, how shall I describe it, dull!”
Hrafna had to choke a laughter. “Dull?”
Alima grinned, a small mischievous grin. “Yes, boring! She may have been a very good queen who spent much time caring for her people but she was a disaster as a wife”
Alima leaned towards her once more and whispered into her ear. “The personal servants of the royal couple claim that he was in her bed only once, their wedding night. And he was not very pleased with her afterwards, accordingly to one of the servants the king claimed that she just lay there like a dead fish the whole time, he said he preferred laying with a living elleth and not someone who pretended to be dead. The poor thing was probably raised to be passive and let him have his way with her just as he pleased. Her family was infamous for being a bit too conservative. “
Hrafna snorted and looked shocked and Alima was gleaming with the joy of sharing some really juicy gossip ”But one time was obviously enough, Legolas was born exactly nine months later, and that was the end of the queen, may she have found peace within the halls of Mandos poor thing”
Hrafna sniggered. “But Legolas is a grown ellon is he not? Don’t tell me that his father has been living in celibacy since his wife died? Or are you elves not very hot blooded to say it nicely?”
Alima grinned. “Oh, there are rumors, he does favor some of the ladies of the court from time to time but he never beds any of them twice and it is very discrete. Everybody knows but pretends like they don’t know. He doesn’t want to remarry and well, he is a strong ellon, it is just natural for him to have certain needs. “
Hrafna had learned a lot in a short time, she was grinning to herself. So he was flesh and blood after all, good to know. She felt a bit jealous of those ladies he favored, lucky bitches, she was sure that he had to be quite amazing in bed. She sighed and turned the conversation onto a different path. “The orcs, I understand that the situation is a bad one? “
Alima nodded and started to explain about the recent history, the dwarves and the dragon, the growing shadow and the threat they were facing. Hrafna understood that they all were afraid and that the woodland realm was under constant attack. She felt disgusted by the thought of the orcs, she had never seen more vile creatures and growled, she would not mind killing some more of them. Alima told of Dol Guldur and the dragon which had claimed the dwarfish stronghold, she also spoke of the disease which was spreading through the forest and it made Hrafna very angry. She just hoped that there was something she could do.
When her time with Alima was over she took a stroll around the small garden placed inside of the palace and admired the many lovely flowers and herbs growing there. She had never owned a garden, she had not time for such activities and she did never make anything she would have a hard time leaving behind. But this was really beautiful and she admired the skills of the gardeners who had put together this masterpiece. Afterwards she visited the stables and gave Hrimfaksi some carrots which the horse accepted with gratitude. She did notice that many elves looked at her with curiosity and some with some kind of reverence. She had saved their prince and for that they were very grateful. Some were a little nervous around her but she could understand them, if they had heard of the fight they probably felt insecure and shocked.
She spent the rest of the afternoon in her room with some books, she had found some written in a language which resembled English and was able to understand them. They were not all that interesting but she did learn a little about the different countries of this realm and their history. She went to the kitchen and got some food before she went to bed that night and then she spent yet another night half asleep while tossing around. She did not appear to be able to find any real rest.
For the next days she spent most of her time with Alima and she did start to learn a little more every day. Alima was very pleased with her progress and Hrafna did find it a bit easier to learn as she got used to it. She had not been a student for a long time. Then one evening one of the guards approached her and told her that the king wanted to speak with her, she left the book right away and followed the guard towards the kings own rooms. Hrafna was stunned by what she saw, not only were the kings private chambers huge but they were rather beautiful and cozy at the same time. He was sitting in a huge armchair with a giant pile of papers in front of him on a small desk. There was a fireplace in the room and it had been lit, it made the room rather warm but the king did not seem to care, he was looking at a particular piece of paper with an expression which could have turned fresh milk into sour cream in an instant.
He raised his head and let out a sigh of relief when he saw her. “Hrafna, thank the Valar, please, I need something else to think about or I will go utterly nuts!”
Hrafna saw that the guard had left so she grabbed a chair and sat down next to him. “That bad?”
He nodded and scoffed, threw the paper over to her. It was of course written in tengwar and so she did not understand a syllable of it and he sent her a small apologizing glance and retrieved it. “Sometimes I fear that the entire kingdom has lost all ability to think, everybody needs to be given orders so specific it is insane. I wonder if they have forgotten how to make their own conclusions! And that wretched spawn of Morgoth, the orcs are attacking our borders almost every day and spiders too, I hate those things!”
Hrafna grinned a little. “Understandable, I remember when I was a child and had to go to school. One of the boys dropped a rather huge spider down our teachers dress, the poor woman dove out through a window in sheer panic. She did hurt herself, and if anyone just as much as whispered the word spider she freaked out.”
Thranduil made a strange grimace. “If such small spiders were our only problem it would be nice indeed, but I fear that these beasts are worse, far worse.”
He sighed and smiled at her. “So, when we have touched the subject, are there many dangerous creatures where you are from?”
Hrafna grinned, she started by telling him of different poisonous spiders and snakes, then she told of box jellyfish and seasnakes. She spoke of the huge cats and wolf packs, she explained about locusts and the rats which spread the great plague and he was listening with obvious interest. “I find your amount of knowledge impressive, you seem to know a lot?”
Hrafna nodded. “I do, I have a good memory and I like to learn new things. “
He nodded. “So do I, but I have had few opportunities to do anything about it, being a leader requires most of my time and attention.”
Hrafna smiled. “I have told you of creatures of my world, now, if you feel like it I would very much like to learn more about the dangers of this world.”
He tilted his head and looked very charming. “Of course, it will be my pleasure.”
And so she sat there and listened to him telling her of everything from orcs to balrogs and she enjoyed it a lot. He was so interesting to listen to when he forgot about being a king and just acted like an ordinary ellon. Afterwards they spoke of the problems and discussed possible defense tactics and Hrafna was surprised to see that he actually listened to her and took her ideas into consideration. He grinned and told her that his advisors were so trapped by their old ways of thinking they never were able to look at the problems from a different angle. Her new ideas was rather refreshing and gave him new impulses.
He thanked her for the conversation before she left for the evening and appeared to be in a much better mood than before. She realized that she really liked spending time with him.
The next day she discovered that he actually used her suggestions when he attended a council meeting and some of them were accepted. She felt a little weird knowing this but she knew that it was for the better. They needed a fresh set of eyes able to see things differently than them.
And so it became a habit, a routine. She spent the mornings and most of the day with Alima and then she spent the afternoons with the king. It was obvious that he tried to see her for at least a short while every day and he was clearly looking forward to their conversations. His mood had gotten better and many noticed the change in him. He was more calm, more at peace and he was thinking better too. Hrafna knew that rumors were spreading through the palace like mosquitos on a warm summer night but she did not care. She enjoyed their time together, sometimes they were serious and other times just plain silly, she had entertained him for an entire afternoon with jokes from her world and although he did not understand all of them he did laugh a lot of the ones he did understand. She had shocked him though, some of them were rather dirty and she had seen him blush more than once.
She had been in the palace for almost two months when something seemed to change, slowly at first and then she discovered that he was changing, or rather, his behavior towards her was changing. He seemed insecure, sometimes he was just staring at her or failed to answer when she said something. Other times he was obviously acting up and pretending to be listening to her, he tried to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary but it clearly was. She had to spend a few days thinking hard before she suddenly realized why he was being so strange. He was acting like some teenage boy with a serious crush on someone and that someone was her! She was stunned by that revelation and at first she did not really know what to think of it. Then she reached the conclusion that she just had to go with the flow, she liked him and she was deeply attracted to him too. And he knew the truth, that was vital. He knew what she was, it would not come as a shock to him in any way. She would normally avoid the attention of men but she felt like he was the one she could trust and even perhaps love.
She bumped into Legolas one evening on her way to one of her meetings with the king and the prince winked at her and grinned. “Whatever it is you are doing, keep doing it, please! He is behaving like a person again for the first time in ages and not like a balrog with a toothache.”
She had to giggle a little, the comparison was of course an exaggeration but she could understand him. The king had a reputation for having a foul temper and a very short fuse and even his son was a bit reluctant about approaching him at times. But now he was a different ellon, he could smile and talk without scowling at people even when they delivered bad news or had done a mistake and the mood of the entire palace changed with it. It seemed like the light was reappearing within the place which had become a bit gloomy. Legolas went down the hallway and he too looked rather happy, his father had not complained about anything lately, not even his affection for a certain redheaded elleth who was a captain in the royal guard, that was in itself something to be very grateful about and he was starting to feel that Hrafna indeed was giving them all new hope in more ways than anyone could have anticipated.
It was not until an afternoon they were discussing some ideas she had about traps for the orcs that she realized just how he felt about her. They were sitting by the fireplace side by side while they studied some simple maps of the forest and Hrafna was trying to find a nice spot to place foot traps. She knew that such things never could kill enough orcs to make a difference but they would have a great effect on the moral of the creatures. She had given the smiths detailed drawings of the things she wanted made and they were shocked by the brutality of these contraptions but everybody knew that they would be efficient. Orcs who are occupied with avoiding traps are vulnerable.
She was holding a glass of wine in her hand while making gestures towards a certain part of the wood and since she was very eager she managed to spill wine down her chin and onto her chest. She put the glass down and turned around to find something she could use to wipe the wine away before it stained her dress but he was faster. He had picked a handkerchief out of a pocket and just on pure impulse he reached out and started to wipe the fluid off her skin, not really thinking before he did it.
Hrafna was lifting an eyebrow in a rather peculiar grimace, he realized what he was doing and stared at his own hand with wide eyes. It was resting against the soft skin of her upper chest and he could feel the warmth from her and how soft her skin was. Hrafna saw how the expression within his eyes changed, from concern to something very different and she swore to herself. Oh fuck, this is not what I had planned on doing this afternoon!
He made a strange sound, like a sort of choked sob and then he almost threw himself forward and kissed her with obvious hunger and desire. She gasped, was he really this passionate or was it her special gifts which had started affecting him without herself realizing it? She tried not to kiss him back but it was impossible. He was holding her so tight and she did want him, she had to be honest with herself. And that could be the root of the problem, her own feelings towards him. He was so damn gorgeous, so beautiful and yet so masculine, heck he was like a dream come true and she would normally have given in to her own needs there and then. But she respected him damn it, she liked him! She did not want to feel like she had tricked him into this and she knew that a warning was needed, it was the right thing to do.
Thranduil was kissing her lips and her neck and his hands were shivering, he was obviously almost desperate and she tried to break out of his grip, but gently. She did not want to hurt him and she did not want him to think that she didn’t want him. She just had to make sure that it really was his feelings and not her own desire that fueled this display of lust. He gasped when she broke free from his grip and for a moment his eyes looked almost hurt, and a bit scared too. He was clearly afraid that he had gone too far, that he had scared her or insulted her and Hrafna tried to smile as gently as she could while she stroked his chin and cheeks with her hand. “Do not worry, you have done nothing wrong, I do not mind at all, I want you too.”
There was rekindled hope within those lovely ice blue eyes and he tried to lean towards her for a new kiss but she placed a finger against his lips and smiled. “Whoa there, before we go any further and do something possibly stupid, are you absolutely sure that this is something you want? Being around me for a long time can be dangerous, in special for someone I find attractive”
He almost growled. “So you think I am attractive? “
Hrafna sighed and nodded. “I would be blind if I did not, but that is not the point. If any of my race likes a male we can affect their emotions by excreting pheromones strong enough to entice anyone, I fear that I have affected you inadvertently.”
He shook his head. “I have thought of you ever since you came to this place, every day, every night. You have made me feel alive again, whole even. No, you have not affected me the way you think you have, then I would only feel lust but I feel so much more than that Hrafna, you must have realized that by now? “
She swallowed, indeed, what she saw within his eyes were more than physical need, more than primitive desire. She saw the longing for the one who makes your soul complete and she realized within that very moment that he was right, there was a reason why she had been brought there and met him. She nodded slowly. “I know, I share those feelings too, but seriously? We are laying on a couch in your study? “
He grinned and before she knew it he was on his feet and lifted her off the couch like she weighed next to nothing. “Well, then lets change that shall we? I bet my bedroom is a much better place for what I am planning on doing!”
Hrafna could only giggle and she let him carry her off. She had never seen his private rooms and she was a bit surprised to find that his bedroom was rather small but dominated by a huge bed which appeared to be almost unused. It was obvious that he slept on just one side of it and the other side of it was occupied by pillows and blankets laying in a heap. She realized that he made his own bed, his servants were probably not allowed to enter this room and she could understand that. He probably wanted something really private, a space where he could be himself all the time. He dropped her on the bed and Hrafna stared at him with a mixture of anticipation and a bit of doubt as he removed his crown, then he tossed his robe away without even looking and kicked off his boots. Hrafna knew exactly what would happen and she did not mind a bit but she felt a bit nervous. She could hardly remember the last time she had been with a man and she wanted this to be special, after all, she had to admit to herself that she shared his feelings.
He was on the bed with her as soon as he got his boots and socks off, kissing her passionately and Hrafna let go of her doubt and just let go of all thoughts and worries. Before long they were both naked and she found out that she was right in her assumptions, he was truly amazing and she had never felt like that ever! She had to have done something right in her life to deserve this, she had never felt this happy ever.
They laid entwined on the bed afterwards, both sweaty and rather tired but they shared a feeling of bliss and completion that was wonderful. He let his hands glide over her skin and could feel how different she was from other females he had been with, her hips were almost entirely muscles and little bone at all and she was so flexible it was almost frightening. But it of course opened for possibilities of the pleasurable kind, and they both had a healthy imagination. She was so different, so alien and he should have been fearful of her, disgusted even but he had never been able to see her like that. And now he knew that she was his one, his true mate and he was so grateful he could have cried. The soul and the body is two different things and it did not matter to him what kind of body she was living in, all that mattered was that she was his as he was hers. He would never let go of her, never.
Hrafna had fallen asleep, she was exhausted and more satisfied than ever before and before long he too gave in to his fatigue. He pulled her closer to his own body and felt how her strange anatomy kept them both warm. She had showed him how she could direct blood away from her limbs or back into them at will and how she could control her own body temperature. It was amazing and he was in awe of her. He had to grin before he let himself drift into the realm of dreams, he now knew why her race was sought after by men. Since her pelvis was different from that of a human female she had the benefit of incredibly strong and controllable internal muscles and by the Valar had he felt them. She had given him an experience he never had been able to imagine even in his wildest dreams and a couple of times he had almost feared that the extreme pleasure he felt would be the end of him. He was glad he obviously had been able to please her equally in return and he feared that the guards outside of his doors had heard them both. But really, he did not care that much, all that mattered was her presence and the sweet scent of her and her warmth against his skin.
The next morning Hrafna woke up with a sensation of being a bit confused, she then remembered and turned her head around, he was sleeping soundly and looked so blissful she had to grin and pull some loose strands of hair away from his face. She really was where she belonged now and she felt very content. They remained in bed until they just couldn’t stay there any longer. Hrafna had learned enough of how elves lived now to know that she now would be regarded as his wife. There was no need for ceremonies or speeches, just the two of them agreeing on spending the rest of their days together. She suspected that he would announce her as his wife rather soon but she didn’t really care about that. She was rather indifferent about her title, all she wanted was to be near him.
Hrafna got back to her own rooms and could not really hide her own grin, she felt a bit stiff and sniggered, no wonder when she remembered what they had been doing. He had made her scream several times and she stared at the dreamy expression she saw in her own eyes in her reflection in the mirror of her room. Oh yeah, she was one lucky woman. She changed into a new dress and tried to look normal, Alima would soon be hammering at the doors and Hrafna brushed through her hair and put on a rather bored expression. She just hoped that she would be able to keep it up, she did not want to reveal anything to anyone just yet. When Alima came Hrafna prepared herself for yet another day of utter boredom but she had the memories of last night to cheer her up. She knew that she would spend next night in his bed too and she was already looking forward to it.
Alima gave her a lesson in sindarin again this day and Hrafna thought she would go insane by repeating words again and again until she felt she was going slightly mad. There was so much she wanted to do a lot more than sitting there listening to Alimas overly enthusiastic voice. Washing the dungeons with a toothbrush would be to prefer.
She was wondering if she could pretend to faint when she heard some racket in the distance and she got up, she cocked her head, someone was speaking in a language she did not recognize and she felt a surge of something cold rush through her. She had a very strong intuition and she had a distinct feeling that something was wrong. Alima looked a bit confused when Hrafna got on her feet and threw her a quick glance. “I have to check what this is about, we’ll continue tomorrow!”
The teacher just nodded and frowned, was she really that boring to listen to?
Hrafna walked into the hallways, there was voices speaking up ahead and she rounded a column when she suddenly almost collided with Legolas, the young prince looked less than happy to say the least, he looked like a thundercloud and Hrafna was for a second worried that Thranduil had told his son of what they had done, and that the news had been received with a rather strong lack of acceptance. But she soon understood that this wasn’t the case, Legolas grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her with him behind the column again, he was a bit pale. “What is wrong?”
Hrafna could hear her own voice shivering. Legolas bit his teeth together and he took a deep breath. “I don’t really know my friend, but something is going on. My father has received a merchant we often do trading with, he has got some new servants and I do not trust them, There is something about them that gives me a sensation of danger.”
Hrafna looked at the prince with a feeling of impending doom. “There are guards in the throne room right?”
Legolas nodded. “Yes, and on the galleries, nobody will be able to get to my father with evil intents but I have a weird sensation that it isn’t what they want. “
Hrafna nodded. “I agree with you, I can feel that something is wrong too, my instincts are very keen and I can almost smell trouble. “
He grinned at her, a rather quick grin. “I trust you, I have seen what you are capable of doing. I just hope that we can cope with it, whatever it is that is going on.”
Hrafna nodded and she was sneaking forward toward the throne room. She could see Thranduil speaking with an elderly man clad in rather simple but good clothes, the man looked like a decent person and Legolas whispered to her. “Fhalar is a nice man, he is honest and we do trust him. It is those new servants I don’t trust”
Hrafna turned her gaze towards the small group of men gathered at the back of the room, they wore less expensive clothes and they looked down at the floor in submission, she was rather sure it was fake. They appeared to be unarmed and harmless but somehow she knew they weren’t what they appeared to be. Legolas nodded. “Keep your eyes open, there is a small servants door at the back of the room , you can watch everything from there.”
Hrafna nodded and was gone in the blink of an eye, she just rushed out and was gone and Legolas put on his most relaxed expression and walked back towards his father and Fhalar. Legolas had known the merchant for several years and he knew that the man was very honest and honorable. He had never tried to trick them in any way and he knew that his father trusted the man. So why had he showed up with such new servants?
Thranduil was talking about the trade and the failing crops and such things and some servants prepared a table in a conjoining room, it was a custom that the merchants were given dinner while they discussed the prices and details of what was to be bought and sold. Thranduil and Fhalar sat down to talk and the servants were taken to a different room to get some food too. Legolas sat there by his father’s side and he did notice something weird about Fhalar, his fingernails were bitten off, usually the merchant was very careful with his appearance and Legolas did notice that his father was aware of this. Fhalan was fumbling with his sleeves, he spilled his wine and he appeared to be nervous but trying to hide it. Thranduil sent his son a glance which could only be described as a clear warning, the king knew that something was off. Fhalan smiled, he let his hand glide through his greying hair. “It seems like it was yesterday when I first came here, but now I am an old man and lo and behold, you look exactly the same. Do you remember that barrel of Dorwinion wine you bought off me? My how we were arguing over that wine. “
Thranduil knew that Fhalar was trying to tell him something important, he remembered the wine barrel, it had gone bad and the wine had to be poured out, when they opened the barrel they found a dead rat in it, no wonder the wine had been terrible. Thranduil started to realize what it was Fhalar was saying, if there wasn’t rats in the barrels there could be rotten apples in them and he nodded slowly. “Yes, I remember, you paid me back every coin and I let you keep half of it. It was not your fault that the wine had gone bad. “
Fhalar smiled but the smile never reached his eyes. “Yes, and then there was that bracelet, that darn thing which I thought was very precious and you told me it was just crystals instead of gems. I lost a lot of money on that bracelet. I should never have believed that jeweler when he told me it was a bargain, I never trusted people from Gondor again.”
Legolas knew of that incident too, and Fhalar had told them the jeweler who sold him the bracelet was from the coast, not from Gondor. The bracelet had been worthless but it had been cursed and Thranduil had helped the merchant getting rid of the nasty spell. Thranduil nodded almost smiling, he was pretending like they were just sharing old memories but he now knew that the old man was trying to tell him that there was magic involved. Thranduil was feeling how shivers ran down his spine, he just wished that the old man could speak out loud. But it was obvious that the servants were the cause of the problem whatever it was, and there were no guards in the servants dining room.
Thranduil swore and Fhalar swallowed and pulled his robe down a little bit, the elf could see that the man carried a necklace which looked a bit like a chain, he knew what it was. It was a magical object which stopped people from speaking directly of the things the master of the magic didn’t want them to mention. If they tried to say anything the necklace would strangle them in an instant and Thranduil was about to get on his feet when he suddenly froze. The five servants returned to the room but they were not alone any longer. They were pushing some elflings in front of them, they had probably snatched the children from the garden behind the servants quarters and now they held the children by the throat with knives towards their backs. The children looked terrified and the merchant was moaning something Thranduil could only guess was an apology.
The leader of the five grinned and gestured towards the guards who were pointing their arrows towards the five. “Tell them to leave or we will kill these kids, one by one!”
Thranduil could hear that this man meant it, he would kill innocent children without hesitation and he gestured for his guards to stand down. “What is it that you want filth?!”
The man just grinned wickedly. “Oh that should be rather obvious should it not? I want one wine barrel for each of us, filled with precious gems, and that within the hour. Or else we will kill these elflings and that old man too. So, you know what to do!”
Thranduil was thinking fast, he was trying to find a way to get the children out of there without any of them getting hurt. “Very well, I can see that you have thought this through thoroughly.”
He gestured for one of his servants, the elf looked rather pale and Thranduil nodded. “Send some guards to the treasury and fill five barrels, we have to do what they say!”
Thranduil lifted his glass and took a sip of wine, he felt his mind racing, he knew that these men would hurt the children in the end, they would not just leave them be when they had gotten what they wanted. They still needed hostages to get out of the palace alive and he was rather sure that the men would kill the elflings whence they had gotten away from the elves. There had to be something he could do? He swallowed the wine and got an idea, these men was probably not used to elvish wine. It was devilishly strong and very tasty and he nodded towards another servant. “Bring me more wine. “
The men looked at the crystal flask the servant came back with, he poured from it into the kings glass and Thranduil drank deeply. He could drink a lot of it without even getting tipsy, he was used to the fluid. He also made sure that Fhalar’s glass was being filled and the five men stared at the two, he could see that the leader was licking his lips and he stared at the wine with obvious curiosity. The man grunted. “My men are thirsty, get some for us too, or else!”
Thranduil grunted and gestured towards them. “Fine, you are not worthy of such a nice wine but you are after all guests!”
He almost spat the last word out and he nodded to the servant. “Send someone to the wine cellar, get more wine”
The servant rushed out and Thranduil saw how the children were shivering, he tried to smile at them to calm them down but to no prevail. It was three small ellith and two ellons and the youngest one had peed his pants, he could not be more than a handful of years old and should not even have been away from his naneth yet. These elflings would suffer nightmares for years to come, he felt how his rage threatened to overcome him. These bastards tried to get away with robbing him? With threatening innocent children in his own palace and acting as if they owned the place? He would have ripped the heads of their shoulders if he had been able to do it without endangering the children.
Outside of the room the guards had assembled, they looked pale and did not know what to do and the servant was coming back with a barrel of wine and several jugs and some cups. He looked like he was in shock and all stopped and stared as Hrafna came running. She had changed her clothes and was wearing a servants uniform. She had braided her hair and looked like an ordinary human woman if one did not look too closely. The servant stared at her and she grinned, turned towards the guards. “You know what I am capable of doing! I can go in there and save the children and the king and prince but I say, stay away from the room until I say it is safe. There is a weapon which I have yet to reveal to anyone and if you go in there you too will fall victim to it, I do not want that so close the doors behind me.”
The guards looked at her with confusion. “That weapon, will it be dangerous for the king and the prince?”
Hrafna sighed. “No, because I will warn them, and I know how to protect people from it too, but no males must go in there before it is all over, got it?”
The guards nodded and Hrafna took the barrel and nodded to the servant. “I will help you pour the wine, act as if I am just a servant girl. When they see me they will see a human female, someone who to them is no threat at all. Tbey will ignore me or take an interest in me, both reactions are ok. When you have poured the wine leave the room, excuse yourself somehow!”
The servant swallowed but nodded and Hrafna took a deep breath, she had hidden two handkerchiefs in her front pocket and they were heavily drenched in perfume. She just prayed that her plan would work out.
She followed the servant in and Thranduil saw her but he did not reveal that he knew her at all, he just stared at the barrel and she placed it on the table and pulled out the tap. She filled the cups and the servant carried them to the men and gave them one each, he looked as if he’d rather serve the dark lord himself. Hrafna sent Thranduil a quick glance and the king understood, he waved his hand at her. “Here wench, fill my glass again, and give my son some too”
Hrafna just curtsied and kept her eyes down, she filled his glass and went in between them before she placed the glass in front of Thranduil and a cup in front of Legolas. She pretended as if she dropped something and bent down, whispered to them as she quickly slipped the handkerchiefs into their laps below the edge of the table. The men on the other side could not see it at all. “Wipe your noses, soon!”
Both Thranduil and Legolas heard her and they just stared at the clumsy servant and turned their attention to the men again. They had finished their wine already and the leader belched and yanked the little girl he was holding by her hair, the child squealed and he sent the king a malicious smile. “I hope your men are working fast, and no fake shit you hear me? I want the real thing, rubies, emeralds, diamonds!”
Hrafna saw that the servant bowed and retreated and Legolas wiped his mouth with the handkerchief, he made a small grimace because of the strong smell but he trusted her, he could only smell the perfume from now on and for hours to come. Thranduil waited for a few minutes before he pretended to wipe his nose, the handkerchief smelled so bad he almost cringed but he managed to keep his cold expression. The leader of the men waved at Hrafna. “Get over here woman, pour me some more wine!”
She just nodded and walked towards him, seemingly fearful. She poured the wine with shivering hands and the man stared at her with a sly grin. “Perhaps I should exchange this kid for you? Damn, you are a sight for sore eyes!”
Hrafna looked down, she was waiting for the right moment and the man grasped her by her hair and stared at her breasts. The dress was a little too tight and showed off her curves in a very revealing way. The man was almost drooling and she threw a quick glance around her, seemingly searching for a way out but it was to warn Thranduil and Legolas that things were about to get ugly. The man tried to kiss her and she pushed his face away from her with an expression of disgust screaming something in sindarin he probably thought was a plea to leave her alone. It was really an order for the children to close their eyes and not open them until she told them it was alright. Luckily they obeyed right away, all five of them closed their eyes and Hrafna released her secret weapon. It was the best kept secret of her race, a secret they almost never made use of and it was hardly ever even spoken off. To some it was a shame, something they did not think of since it was such a double edged sword. It could get you into serious trouble and if the humans found out about it there would be chaos.
Hrafna could excrete pheromones in small amounts, it was very efficient when someone of her race wanted to attract a male who otherwise would be uninterested. It would awaken that person’s desire and lust like nothing else but she had another trick up her sleeve that was even more powerful. By squeezing a small gland inside of her wrists she could release a dose of pheromones so powerful and potent it would leave any male within the same room as herself unable to even think, they would be reduced to a state where the need to mate was everything that was left and they would be unable to talk, reason or understand anything. They would be reduced to animals and using this trick was in fact dangerous, at least if the one who used it was near any crowd of people. Even one of her kind could get seriously hurt if she was being attacked by hundreds of men in an almost zombie like state of desperate arousal.
Hrafna had never used it, but she knew how to and it had a terrifying effect, she had no idea it was so powerful. The perfume makers back on earth would have sold their souls for just a micro gram of this stuff, perfume based on this pheromone would make the user irresistible. The man who held her let go of her, he was making weird sounds and his eyes were bulging almost as much as his pants. The other four let go of the children and Hrafna jumped away from the table and they followed her, their eyes empty and they were drooling, making the strange sounds which sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure. Hrafna got them away from the children, then she got busy. She did not want to kill them, no she thought that death was a far too easy punishment for them. She was jumping around, and they followed her like a herd of sheep follows their shepherd. The two elves were staring at the bizarre sight with huge eyes and Thranduil had no idea of what she was trying to do. When she had ran around a little it became obvious what she had been doing, she had touched the collumns, the tables and chairs, practically every object in the room now smelled of the pheromone and the men started to attack everything.
Legolas was staring in utter disbelief at the leader of the men who was humping a chair while he was making sounds which reminded them both of a stag in full rut. The men were obviously trying to rape everything there and Hrafna quickly grabbed the children by the hands and lead them out of the room, they still obeyed her and kept their eyes closed.
Afterwards she got Thranduil and Legolas out of the room before she took a round and knocked the men out. She grinned and the grin was very wicked indeed as she placed a huge dose of pheromone on each of them.
She took a peak out of the door. “Get some guards over here and prepare a cell in the lower dungeons, I need five guards to drag the men down to the cellar, but make sure that they can’t smell anything first. “
Thranduil just nodded and gave the orders needed, before long the five men were hauled off and placed within a rather small cell. The merchant was freed from the magical necklace by one of the healers and he was so relieved he almost passed out. The men had tricked him into employing them and attached the necklace around his neck while he was sleeping. He was so shameful for having been involved in this but Thranduil forgave him, he knew that the man never would have done this if his life had not been threatened and he had tried to warn them the best way he could.
Hrafna was still having that nasty grin on her mouth and Thranduil shivered a little when he saw it. “So, I guess I know what is gonna happen when they wake up?”
She nodded. “Yes, and don’t tell me they don’t deserve it. I suppose they will survive but I really don’t care if they fuck themselves to death, it would be a well-deserved fate!”
Thranduil chuckled. “If our reputation for being dangerous wasn’t bad before it is going to become fearsome from now on. What do we do with them afterwards? Well, those who makes it anyway?”
Hrafna just scoffed. “Brand them as rapists and drop them off at the nearest village. They will spread the word rather fast, I would like to see the one who dares to try something like this again.”
Thranduil saw that nobody was watching them, then he bent forward and kissed her lovingly. “Meleth nin, remind me never to get you angry!”
She just smiled at him and stroked his cheek. “Do not worry my love, I would never hurt you and you know it. But if anyone threatens you or Legolas they’d better start praying, I protect those I love with my very life!”
He hugged her, amazed by her strength and a little frightened too. She was indeed an enigma and he knew he had gotten himself a queen like none other. “As do I meleth, as do I”
The five men survived but when the effect of the pheromone wore off neither of them were able to walk, they were bloody and filled with bruises and even more with shame. The king had them branded and had them released in a village on the border of the forest, the inhabitants kicked them out rather fast but the word spread rather fast that the elves had some kind of weapon which made people go insane.
Thranduil told his court and people of their new queen after a few days and most welcomed the news whole heartedly, he had really opened up and was a much more friendly ellon now, but no less efficient in his job. Hrafna’s ideas were strange and sometimes outrageous but they worked and as the months rolled by she took her place among the warriors on the patrols. She killed spiders and orcs like there was nothing to it and Thranduil was terrified that she would get injured but he soon saw that she hadn’t lied about her ability to heal. She got a nasty slash across her back from an orcs axe but the wound just closed itself and was gone in half an hour and the whole population knew that they had gotten a warrior queen, one who would fight to her very last breath to protect them all. And she protected the trees too, she would make sure that the disease didn’t spread that fast and she was dearly loved by the elves.
Then she had to stop fighting for a while, it was obvious that the late night activities between the sheets had had their effect and Thranduil was terribly worried when the time came and she went into labor. She had already told him that childbirth never had killed anyone of her race, their pelvis was after all nothing like that of a human or elf and giving birth was rather easy although painful. She wasn’t worried at all and she just grinned at his pale face and worried look. After just a couple of hours she was handed a small girl who looked very much like herself with one exception. The child had ears like an elf and Hrafna realized that although her people were fighting a losing battle in their own world they would face a new future here. She would have more daughters and they would have daughters too and her people would survive. It was a good thought, she had done her job, her duty to her race. They would not perish, they would flourish in a world far better than the one who first saw them being created by demi gods.
Thranduil was crying with joy and Hrafna kissed him and thanked the Gods for this second chance of hers. There would soon be more of them, more to protect the forest. He stroked her hair, grinned lovingly. “She is perfect, just like you. Have you thought of a name?”
Hrafna smiled to her new born daughter and could see that this child had a very strong spirit, she would become a warrior no doubt. “She is Ulva, the she-wolf”
Thranduil kissed her again. “Then be it, Ulva she is. A new princess, a new future warrior”
They just sat there and admired her, their family was growing and Hrafna knew that with this much love in her heart she would be invincible. Her family would be strong and she would let her love flow through it, as strong and unstoppable as a mountain river in spring.
So, that’s it folks, what do ya think? I’ll bet that a few of her race could keep Mirkwood pretty safe, maybe this story will be continued, as soon as I manage to get all the other ones out of my head or I am lucky enough to keep new ones from entering. Yeah, it is likely that that will happen, as likely as it is that a blue whale will ask for a pair of rollerblades… Anyhow, reviews are welcome, and thank you to all who spend their precious time reading this mess
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