For the love of a Dragon (Thranduil fanfic)

Chapter 11

Thranduil P.O.V

I gasped, horrified as Celegwen toppled towards the ground. Her body hit the ground with a thud, the sound reverberating around my skull. I thought I had killed my sworn enemy. But instead I had just killed the one who had melted my heart.

I couldn't believe it. First, there it was, the bane of my life, the Dragon who scarred me so many years ago, then....Celegwen.

Celegwen. She had scarred me. She had almost killed me. 

But now, I was the one with the blood on my blade. I had killed her. I killed Celegwen. I killed my worst but sweetest memory. 

She wasn't joking. She was cursed. But I still couldn't bring myself to believe that Celegwen was the one who scarred me. 

I fell in love with the dragon who incinerated my soldiers in front of my eyes, burned forests to the ground and left me scarred for eternity.

Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't I force her to?

Why didn't I believe her when she did?

My mind flamed with anger but my heart was sobbing hysterically. I - no. I refused to believe what was in front of my eyes. But there she lay, limp and bleeding in front of me. I had been vowing revenge for years. Now I had it. But instead of victory, I felt sorrow, confusion and anger.

I walked towards her slowly. She still wasn't moving, even though I was deliberately making my footsteps loud. "Celegwen?" I said softly. Still no answer. I bent down and shook her shoulder. Gandalf was kneeling next to her, feeling her pulse. 

"Celegwen!" I said louder in her ear. I shook her arm frantically, whispering her name over and over again. She couldn't be gone. I forbade her to die. My heart was beating fast. She's not dead, she's not dead, she's not dead, I kept telling myself. There was so much I wanted to say. I had it all planned out."Mithrandir," I said desperately, looking at the old wizard. He must have known something, anything to revive her.

He touched her wrist. "She is almost gone," he said gravely. 

"Almost," I panted. "Almost." I took a peek at her. She was in a very bad state. Her hair was tangled, half of it stuck to her back. There were bruises on her neck, too. I removed the hair from her back to see several streaks of blood and scarred flesh.

"My dear Celegwen, what have they done to you?" I whispered. A single tear fell from my eye and landed on her lips. I moved her arm slightly to see the damage I had done to her. I winced at the sight. 

There it was, a deep, gaping hole right in the centre of her stomach. Blood was oozing out of it and there was a puddle of it next to her on the ground. I went to the other side of her where Gandalf was so I could see her face. Her eyes were closed. "Oh Celegwen," I whispered. I put my face close to hers. "I love you."

I kissed her lightly on the lips. I yearned with all my heart that somewhere, deep down, she felt it. But she still didn't move a muscle. 

"You?" A voice came from behind me. My heart instantly burned with anger. I would recognize that bastard's voice anywhere. I stood up despite my broken heart and gently stepped over Celegwen.

"Durion."

I picked up my sword. My heart shattered as I saw the blood on it, but I didn't let it show. "You were the one who tortured her, weren't you?" I said, pointing at Celegwen. He smirked and nodded. 

"How could you?" I said, accidentally. I mentally slapped myself. 

Durion laughed. It was a dark, evil sound. "I think I've found your weak spot, Opherion," he jeered. I looked at Celegwen. She looked so vulnerable, more than I had ever seen her. I felt a pang of pity in my heart. She was my weak spot.

"Why did you do this to her?" I demanded. 

"She refused to love me!" he replied angrily. "You got her wrapped around your little finger, Thranduil!" My heart leaped in my chest. She did have feelings for me, she did!

I was so busy celebrating in my head that when Durion swung at me with his sword I only just blocked it in time before it struck my throat. "And because she refused to lend her dragon form to the One," Durion added.

I could hear Gandalf muttering to himself somewhere in the background.

The One...they wanted to use her. As a weapon. As a weapon of mass destruction.

That was it. That pushed me over the edge.

I let out a battle cry and swung at his waist. He blocked it. We kept clashing swords until I finally got to his throat. "You forgot one thing, Durion," I smirked. 

In one movement I sliced off his head. 

"She is in love with the King."

The rest of him slumped to his knees, then to the floor. I glowered over his dead body, content with my victory. Then I ran to Celegwen. She was still as still as a stone. 

"We must get her to help," I said. 

Very carefully, I wrapped one arm around her back, my hand under her arm. My other arm held her knees. Her head leaned against my chest. "Hold on Celegwen," I said in her ear.

I hauled her on to my Elk, then hopped on behind her. "There is only one who could heal a wound like that, Thranduil," Gandalf said as he stroked my Elk. "I will summon Lord Elrond to Mirkwood, and tell him to make haste." 

I nodded. "Hannon le," I said gratefully. 

He nodded. "Go," he said. I kicked the side of my Elk and we were off.

"Meleth nin," I whispered in her ear. "I love you, Celegwen. More than you could ever know." 

Even though she was unconscious and as cold as ice, I swear I saw a hint of a smile play on her lips.

OMG this chapter was intense. And short. LOL

THEY KISSED!!!! THEY KISSED THEY KISSED THEY KIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(not really)

hehe sorry :P

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Elvish Translations:

meleth nin=my love