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To Wed an Elf	By : LorandTab Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 7111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

Riding hard and fast into Mirkwood, he was greeted with a volley of arrows that pierced the ground directly in front of his spirited stallion. Jerking hard upon the reins, he brought the horse up short as he was surrounded by narrow eyed elves. There was no waiting from them to ask his business within their forest he as forged on with angry words. "Ellekar of Gondor. I demand to speak to your king. Take me to Thranduil." His shout sent birds a bow into full flight fleeing in fear for their lives.
�State your business first,� cried the faraway voice of the watch, the tower rising high into the trees. �Else our arrows stay fixed upon what we must perceive as our enemy.� And, indeed, many more elf bows appeared, all with arrows pointed directly upon the man and his party.
"Young hng has something that is mine! I wish to have it back! He will speak to me of this!" He howled, his outrage growing by the moment. He knew he and he alone could not defeat the watch alone but he was prepared to die trying.
�Hold your place until your weapons are removed.� The arrows remained focused as the large gate opened allowing four armored elves on horseback to move to the party. Carefully, deliberately, they motioned for weapons in order to allow the unknown beings to enter. In this time of tranquility, it was imperative to keep peace sacred.
Jaw tightening, he agreed to the condition with a nod of his head knowing the elves would take note of the movement. His one concern was the girl now, to see that she was safe and secure her return.
Taking the last of the weapons, the elf that now stood beside the men lifted a hand in signal to the tower and the arrows were lowered. The gate opened again as the four elves escorted the party inside. Guiding the group through the courtyard of the palace, the waiting groomsmen came forward to take the reins as the men and elves alike slid from the horses at the steps of the citadel. An impressive figure appeared at the top of the steps swathed in the flowing garments of Mirkwood. �His Majesty will meet with you in the great room.� Stepping aside, he gave a flourishing gesture mixed with a respectful bow of the head. �If you will follow me?�
He silently cursed the elf guiding him, willing a hastening of his steps. Every moment he was separated from Falawyn was a knife in his hardened heart.
They were led to a majestic door, which was opened widely allowing all to enter. At the far end of the hall, the elven king sat in high in his throne dressed in his best for matters of court. �Come forward,� said Thranduil regally, his hand bidding them closer.
He did just that, shoving past the elven guide and striding towards the throne. "You have something of mine, Thranduil! I demand her return this instant!"
The elf�s eyebrow raised, an idiosyncrasy so like that of his son, and his voice remained calm and smooth. �She came here of her own accord, Ellekar.� His voice stilled momentarily before continuing. �She is where she wants to be � she is fulfilling her destiny.�
"You lie, elven witch! Return her to me our face my blade! Face war with....." He howled, refusing to believe the girl he loved so dearly and thoroughly had chosen this realm over him. "My daughter will not be given up willingly by the rule of Gondor. I will see it so."
Eyes narrowing slightly, Thranduil stood, dismissing the guards who stood ready to defend him with the smallest motion of his hand. Stepping closer to the human in front of him, he continued to speak diplomatically. �It is her decision to make, my friend. Not yours.� Another step closer. �You know of the binding � the betrothal. You know of the commitment that was made the day she was born. Of the destiny that lay before her.� His voice turned to a whisper. �How can you deny that of her?�
"Because it is an untruth. I gave no word that my daughter was to be bound forever more with an elf. Certainly not your son, Thranduil! She will join with a human man in the high court of Gondor, live in the Tower of Guard!" His face bthe the deepened color of anger as he spat his words disrespectfully at the King of Mirkwood.
Thranduil�s face pinkened slightly as he fought for control. Elves were the symbols of peace � guardians of mediation, and this was a time to keep that in mind. � She was bound to her destiny by a daughter of Mirkwood,� he said softly. �It is a tie that has been accepted by Falawyn herself and, thus, is impervious to breakage.� Moving back to his throne and sitting imperially atop the dais, he placed his hands firmly on its arms. �She is with him now, and forever will she stay.�
"We will see, elf!" He moved towards the seated king, fists clenched tight. "I will see my daughter! I will see her now! It is time for me to erase the elven spells you've spoken from her mind!"
�Darion,� he said softly to his guardsman, never once taking his eye from his newfound foe. �Do see if you can find the whereabouts of my son and his intended.�
He watched from the corner of his eye as the guard rushed away. "She will be leaving this land with me. It will be easiest if you give her willingly and there is no fight."
A light finger tapped on the arm of the elegant throne as Thranduil�s gaze continued on Ellekar. �She is not mine to give or deny,� he said softly, yet with boundless force. �She is her own being, one that must decide for herself where her future lies. Should she wish to leave with you, she will do so with my blessing.� He stood then, facing the man in front of him. �Should she choose to stay here, however, I, and every warrior within these walls and this forest will fight to the death to see to it that her wishes, as well as that of her sweet mother, are carried through to the word.� His eyes flared even as he struggled to remain centered.
Ellekar growled low in his throat, his fist tightening to bloodless balls. "Do not speak of her mother! She loved me and chose the path of man. She would have grown cold and restless with you, Thranduil. She would have grown to loath the sight of you."
Composure was almost lost at those words. Almost, but not quite. �Our constant battling for her affection was killing Alasia, Ellekar! And you would not give her the respite she needed to find her mind.� He moved in closer, his throbbing temple the only evidence of the maddening emotion overcoming him. �Letting her leave with you was the only way to allay her turmoil.� His voice became graveled with painful memories. �You would have seen her sickened with confusion rather than give her the time needed to decide her mind.� His face moved a fraction of an inch from his old nemesis. �But make no mistake � my love for her was pure and genuine. As was her love for ME.� With the last word almost roared, he fell onto his throne, chest heaving with unleashed emotion.
There was a part of him, deep in his heart that had always known Alasia was not entirely happy with him. He had asked too much of her, made too many demands. But love another? Love Thranduil? No. He would never believe it was true. "If that were true, Thranduil, then you would have me believe her death also lay upon my shoulders. Perhaps she died of a broken heart? Perhaps she could not live without the true love that claimed her heart?" Ellekar mocked, voice filled with a loathing he felt bone deep.
With the softness that comes with wisdom, with the wisdom that comes with age, Thanduil simply looked deeply into the eyes of his adversary. �Your words, Ellekar � not mine.�
"But certainly not my feelings, King. My wife was loved and was loved in return. She gave me a beautiful daughter. More the pity that the other children she conceived from our love did not live, but her life was good and full with me. If she were able, she would tell you the same." Ellekar straightened realizing the conversation was at an impasse; there was nothing to be gained with the elf in this. "Now, is there a place a may await my daughter and you son." The latter he said with a sneer he could not repress.
Sadness showed in the king�s eyes, a sadness for the senseless pain and torment he recognized in the man standing in front of him. Recognizing the lack of fruition any more arguing would bring, he stood, again nodding to another elf-guard. �Perimere, please escort our guest to the reading room. There he will wait comfortably for the prince and future-princess.�
A backward glance over his shoulder, his lips parted to rebuke the claim that his daughter would rule Mirkwood beside the elven prince, but he realized there was no swaying the king from it. He would simply have find what spell was woven over his daughter and break it, speak to her the truth of her oestiestiny, deciding also that it was time to call alliances into the matter, call upon a friend above all other.
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