We were dragged through the forest until we reached the gates of the Woodland Kingdom. I had noticed that Bilbo was missing from the company a little while ago, yet I still had the sense he was close by. We were herded through the gates and into the Woodland Realm.
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"The dwarves can go to the cells," ordered Legolas "I am taking this one to see my father." Legolas separated me from the group and took me along a pathway to the throne room.
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(A/N: I'm going to put the elvish phrases in bold in this next part and I will translate them in the Authors Note at the end of this chapter. Enjoy!)
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King Thranduial was sat upon his throne, staring down at me with distain.
"So," he sneered "What is a little Galadrim elf doing in the company of a group of dwarves?" I didn't answer, just glared at him.
"Well?" Asked Legolas. Once again I did not answer.
"Go Legolas, I wish to speak to our guest alone," said Thranduial. Legolas nodded to his father and withdrew. As soon as his son disappeared, Thranduial strode down from his throne and glared at me judgementally.
"Answer the question," he snapped.
"I will not tell you anything save my hatred of you," I spat.
"Well..." Said Thranduial "Lady Galadriel always said you were a feisty one."
"Do not speak of the Lady like that to me, Nadorhuan!" I snarled. Thranduial's expression remained as calm as ever.
"You are brave, but I find bravery is by far the kindest word for stupidity," he sighed "So, you refuse to tell me why you are travelling with these dwarves?" He began to walk around me, assessing me with his cold gaze.
"Hmm," he said "I suppose I can make some guesses as to why you journey with these dwarves." I tried to keep myself calm, I tried to regulate my breathing despite the fact that I was silently panicking. Thranduial was looking intently at something on my neck. My hand travelled up to the red mark on my neck.
"One of them is your lover," said Thranduial, a smirk on his face. My heart skipped a beat.
Thorin. My mind flashed back to a few hours earlier, when we had stopped walking for a bit. All the lads were sat around on logs, Aleron was joking around with Fili and Kili. Thorin and I had been off on our own. We were sat just out of sight of the company, I was silently crying into Thorin's shoulder. He asked me about my mother, so I had to tell him the whole story. Of how our village was burnt to the ground by orcs, how my father was dragged away as a slave, how I had carried my mothers lifeless body for miles before reaching Lothlorien. Thorin had held me close, I remember him kissing my neck, giving me a mark just below my ear. I bit my lip, refusing to show any emotions to the Elven King. Thranduial smiled knowingly, as if he had read my mind.
"Ah, so I am correct then," he sighed, satisfied. Thranduial leaned closer to me, staring into my eyes intently.
"Get away from me!" I screamed "Amin delotha lle!" Once again, the Elven King's expression remained perfectly calm.
"That is no way to speak to a King," he said simply.
"Lle naa haran e' nausalle!" I spat at him. Thranduial took a step back, looking a little scandalised.
"No Eleana," he sighed "I am a King in reality as well."
"Then you are no better than a Half-Wit King with a dunces cap for a crown!" I snarled. I could see that he was fighting the urge to punch me now. Thranduial shouted something in Elvish to his guards. I was expecting to be dragged away but instead both disappeared in the direction of the cells.
"Now who are you to tell me such a thing when I could have you torn to shreds in seconds?" Growled Thranduial.
"You could have me torn to shreds but you don't posses the bravery to do it yourself," I snarled. The Elven King gritted his teeth.
"You posses no more bravery than a weakling sat upon his throne making all his minions do the work for him," I barked "You are nothing." Rage took over Thranduial and he struck me. He hit me in the face, sending me spinning to the floor and hitting my head upon the cold stone. I lay there, refusing to get up.
"Do you think I am nothing now, Eleana?" Sneered the Elven King. I didn't answer.
"King Thranduial!" Came a voice. The King straightened up and looked in the direction of the shout. Two guards were hauling Thorin up the steps.
"Thorin!" I called out weakly.
"Eleana?" He called back before seeing my splayed on the floor, my lip bleeding. He began to struggle in the guards grasp.
"Let me go you bastards!" He yelled. The guards didn't loosen their grip for a second.
"Release him," said Thranduial. Thorin immediately ran over to me.
"No Thorin," I gasped as he put my head on his lap "He's trying to find out why I'm with the company."
"I'm not leaving you like this," said Thorin stubbornly. He wiped away the blood from my lip and looked into my eyes tenderly.
"There," he said , stroking my face. We gazed into each others eyes for a few moments. I reached up and touched his face. He took my hand in his and held it to his heart. I glanced at Thranduial, who was smirking evilly.
"Take her away," he ordered the guards. Thorin was dragged away from me, fighting the guards strong grip. I was hauled to my feet before being dragged to a cell.
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Authors Note:
Hey guys, hope you're enjoying this so far. Here's the elvish phrases and translations from this chapter, feel free to use them on people you don't like:
Nadorhuan- Cowardly dog
Amin delotha lle- I hate you
Lle naa haran e' nausalle- You are a King in your imagination
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