For the love of a Dragon (Thranduil fanfic)

Chapter 5

Celegwen P.O.V

At least this time he put me somewhere other than the dungeon.

I wanted to leave but I somehow knew I wouldn't make it out again. 'King' Thranduil had started watching my every move. It was really irritating. Yet somehow every time he came to check on me I would get butterflies in my stomach, and his not at all gorgeous eyes would make my heart beat quicker.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't a girl.

Lucky for me, the next time I had to turn into a dragon was a fortnight away, so I didn't have to worry about that for now. Besides, there were so many interesting books here in the library to keep me occupied. I had expanded my knowledge by so much in 2 short days. I had learned about the Valar, more about how to use a sword, and lots of other things, too. I was pulling out a book when there was a deep grumbling noise, and the bookshelf split in half to reveal a carved door.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching. No one was, so against my better judgement I opened the door slowly and walked in.

The room was filled with paintings of a single elleth, whose beauty was luminous. Frames and paintings and portraits of her were stacked on the benches and hung up on the wall. She had pale porcelain skin, beautiful green eyes and long, luscious brown hair that fell past her elbow. I walked slowly to the other side of the room. I stroked a long sword's handle and gazed at the beautiful pictures. Who was she? She was beautiful. 

A gleam caught my eye. I made my way over to an emerald pendant with gold leaves enclosed around it. I stroked the green jewel. Next to it was a gold ring with a jewel on it. It just increased my curiosity. What was this room full of treasures?

I suddenly felt nosy, and was about to leave when a portrait fell. I went to pick it up, and the picture made my heart swell.

It was a portrait of the royal Silvan family. Thranduil, the beautiful elleth and a very young Legolas all beamed back at me. I sighed. This was beautiful. A family portrait. I smiled back at the happy family.

"Curiosity has gotten the better of you, I see," I whipped my head around to see Thranduil standing there, smirking slightly. 

"Oh I-I'm sorry," I stuttered awkwardly. "I was just getting a book and it just...opened." 

My heart pounded faster as I heard him come up behind me. His arm reached around me and caressed the woman's face. I noticed an identical ring to the one I had seen adorned his finger. He sighed. "Is she your wife?" I asked. 

"Yes," he breathed.

"She's beautiful," I said. 

"Yes. She was." 

I turned to look at him wide-eyed. He nodded. "She is dead," he whispered. 

I felt a pang in my heart. The family had looked so happy together. But they were ripped apart by fate. I now saw why he was so cold. His loss weighed him down to bitterness and anger.

Without thinking, I kissed him on the cheek and exited the room.

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WHAT was I thinking?! Kissing the King. I would surely get in trouble for that. 

I quickly grabbed a book and flopped down on the chair, reading intently. My heart beat in my ears. But surprisingly, he came out, nodded at me, shut the door and walked out.

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(Later that evening)

I was peacefully reading about the Mearas when someone came and stood in front of me. It was Thranduil. I gulped. I always had a fear of what he might do to me. 

"Come with me," he said simply.

I followed him to the garden, and couldn't help admiring its beauty. The flowers gently swayed in the breeze and the leaves shone in the pearly light. We walked towards two benches, and I sat down on one and he sat opposite me. 

"I want to know more about you," he said, resting his elbows on his knees. I squinted and cocked my head. 

"Why?" I asked, and it came out a little harsher than I had intended. I winced slightly. 

He only smirked at my arrogance. I huffed. 

"Fine. My name is Celegwen. I am 2900 years old. I fought in the Battle of the Last Alliance. For 1500 years I have been wandering Middle Earth, never settling anywhere." 

At the words "Battle of the Last Alliance" he perked up. "You fought in that Battle?" he said. 

"I did," I replied. "Before I got kidnapped by Sauron's remaining Orcs that is," I added sarcastically. 

"Tell me," he prompted. So I did.

"After the Battle was over I was wandering the wilderness and then got attacked by a troop of Orcs. I got hit in the arm with a poison arrow and it knocked me out." I pulled up my sleeve to show him the scar that was still there. "When I woke up I was in the prison of an abandoned tower and got.....tortured." 

His eyes bore in to mine. I had to blink to fight back the tears. Terrible, terrible memories of whippings, beatings, stabs and fire came flooding back. I couldn't stop a small tear escaping and it streamed down my cheek.

A hand came and cradled my cheek and wiped the tear away. It was Thranduil. I brought my eyes to his, and he leaned his forehead against mine, just as his fingers brushed the hand that was resting on my lap.

I forgot that he was a Sindar Elf, my enemy, and my captor in that moment. Nothing else mattered except his blue eyes, staring into mine.

"Why do you want to know about me?" I said in a low voice. 

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Be careful," he said, before getting up and leaving me there alone.

No wonder his name meant "slender shadow". I walked back to the library in a daze. I flopped on to the couch and shut my eyes, images of Thranduil's pure blue ones flashing inside my eyelids. I smirked.

I guess Princey wasn't as bad as I thought he was.

Heheeeheeee romance. Tell me if I'm going too fast for you :). Next chapter's going to be interesting......

I am so immature LOL

residenthobbit49 :)