Ashes and Elves (Thranduil Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 | What awaits?

For days I drifted in nothingness. I felt nothing, heard nothing, tasted nothing. I was nonexistent. But my mother came to me. I saw her, in a dream of sorts. I wanted to join her, but she would not let me. Suddenly, the darkness slipped away and I came surging back to life with a gasp. Thoughts ran through my mind. Where was I? I felt slight plushness beneath me, and looked to see I was lying on a thin cot. The thin cot was shoved into the corner of a....cell? Yes. It was a very small space, thick bars stopping me from escaping through the door. It was dimly lit, but surprisingly comfy and warm. Euphoria spread through me for a moment because I was out of the cold.

Then everything came rushing back. It felt like someone punched a hole straight through me. A gasp tore out of my throat and I put my hand to my neck, searching for my mothers necklace. It wasn't there. Where was it? I was dressed in what appeared to be a cream colored nightgown. Where was my cloak? And the horse? Panic seized me and I flung myself up, beating at the bars.

"Help! Help me! Where am I?" I cried out, exhausted from just using a bit of energy. When was the last time I had eaten? I felt so weak, so very weak. But my body was cleaned, my thick head of ebony curls soft. My thoughts were cut off as I heard light footsteps coming my way. Fear gnawed at my brain, until a figure came into view. My mouth dropped.

The most stunning man I have ever seen stood before me. Smooth blonde hair spilled down his shoulders, part of it braided back. His eyes were the blue of lakes, and I drowned in them. His lean body stepped towards my cell door and I'm pretty sure I nearly fainted at his sharp jaw. Then my eyes traveled up to his ears. This was no man. It was an elf. All of a sudden, realization hit me. I knew where I was and I wished I didn't.

"Mirkwood," I whispered harshly, now clutching my gown in fear. I had always heard cruel stories about this place, rumors that circulated around nearby towns and villages.

The elf swung open the door, standing in front of me.

"The King wishes to see you." The King? The King. Of course, the Elven King.

"Now!" He spoke loudly this time. I stuttered out an apology, then wobbled up and tried to maintain some dignity. Roughly, the beautiful elf grabbed my arm and shoved me forward, pulling me in an unknown direction. After a couple minutes of walking through grand halls and up flights of stairs, I gained enough courage to speak.

"Who are you?" My voice was gravelly and soft. I had not spoken in a while.

"None of your concern." He shot back, and my courage immediately dissolved. I walked in silence. After another minute, we arrived at a huge wooden door. The elf nodded at the two guards stationed on either side, then whirled around to face me.

"I would do your best to not anger the King. He does not deal well with people like you." I withered under his cold stare as his eyes traveled up and down my body, lingering on my face. I remembered the huge gash, sure now that I had an ugly scar. I absently lifted my hand to my face. Without waiting for a response, he flung open the doors and stepped through. I followed behind him, my head lowered in quiet shame.

{ GUESS WHO'S COMING UP NEXT (;
I'm sorry this is so short! A picture above of the elf - I'm sure you all know who it is! xD }