An Angel As Queen; A Thranduil love story.

Chapter 9

"I would've expected you to kill him faster."

"I was holding back, he's still alive, just a bit cooked."

"That's a pity."

"What was that all about? I thought you didn't care that I left, you only ever saw me as a weak version of yourself."

"That's true, you're weak. But that doesn't mean you can go run around with your mother's kind. They're even worse. You deserve much better than that weakling."

"Be careful of how you speak of him. He is twice the man you will ever be. You may be powerful, but you're the worst person I ever met. Besides, you're the one who slept with her, not me. You're the one who impregnated a 'weakling' and then left her to die."

"Do not speak to me like that," He says in a tone that I've only heard once before, shortly after that he disintegrated the person who made him that angry, "You're lucky I didn't come myself. You will do as I say or you can kiss your new life goodbye."

"Fine."

"The task is quite simple really. Hunt Athalar was bought by Micah, you will escort him to Crescent City."

"When?"

"In a month you'll pick him up." He hangs up without confirming I've heard. I know better than to disobey him, I did that once before and it did not end well for my wings, they still itch when I think about it.

"Amdiriel?" I turn to see lord Elrond stand in the doorway, "Who were you talking to?"

"My father, he's the one who ordered Thranduil's kidnapping." I say truthfully.

"He must stand trial if he did what you say he did."

"It isn't that easy, he's practically a god. They say he has the power of the stars."

"That does complicate things. Maybe I'll find a weakness we can exploit. But I was looking for you for another reason; Thranduil has been asking for you. I must go back to Rivendell now. Make sure he doesn't stand up. He has a broken foot, which will take about two weeks to heal if he doesn't apply pressure to it."

"Thank you." I bow my head and hurry back to Thranduil's room.

When I arrive he's already causing problems. Stubborn as he is, he's insisting on standing up while all the medics and healers around him are trying to stop him from hurting himself.

I tap a medic on the shoulder, "I've got it from here, I'm sure he'll listen to me."

Apparently he's desperate enough to not argue and tells all others to leave. Soon it's just Thranduil and me in the room.

"Thranduil, love, you have a broken foot. If you ever want to walk again I suggest you rest for two weeks, like lord Elrond says."

"I have to rule, I can't just sit here and do nothing." He replies while trying to stand up again.

"I'll use magic to get you to where you want to be, just don't injure yourself any further."

He huffs but doesn't protest.

"Who was he? He had wings, just like you."

"He's one of my father's puppets, I dealt with him."

"He's dead?"

"Unfortunately, no. I did cook him medium rare though."

A three weeks later Thranduil and I have decided that since a lot of people already saw my powers and some even my wings, we'll tell the kingdom officially. I still haven't told him I have to leave tomorrow, perhaps I should do that soon. Thranduil thought we should tell them about our relationship, I was hesitant at first, but he convinced me. The announcement will be made today.

I'm pacing in my room when Thranduil enter. Our chambers have become one over the last few days, the connecting door always open. When he asks what's wrong I voice the thoughts that have been running through my mind the whole day. "What if they don't accept me? What is they hate me for being with you? What if I scare them? They'll think I'm a monster." I continue pacing with all those thoughts overwhelming me, when suddenly he grabs my waist and spins me around to look at him.

"Look at me. They'll love you, I'm sure of it. Besides, you saved my life three times, you faced a legion of Orcs alone for me. If that isn't enough for them, I'll make sure they never see their home again. That'll teach them to be grateful of what they had, ad threw away so foolishly." He says and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Come, we can't make them wait for too long." He pulls me along before I can protest or voice any more concerns.

Hand in hand we walk up to the throne, I think I've pulverized Thranduil's hand by now, but he doesn't complain. All Elves we pass stare at us in shock, but I ignore them, my eyes are on Thranduil.

When we arrive at the throne I expect him to go sit in it, but instead he guides me up the stairs and motions for me to sit. I do so, and he leans against one of the armrests. The crowd starts to murmur, the voices becoming louder and louder.

"SILENCE!" I jump at the volume of Thranduil's voice. It works though and everyone shuts up.

"A lot of you have seen Amdiriel already, a few of you have seen what she can do. She is not a normal Elf, she was blessed with a gift. Not only does she have magic, but she also has wings." I take that as my queue and spread them for everyone to see, I let some of my magic swirl around so they see that too. Some Elves look horrified, others sink to their knees in respect.

"Formally she's my personal guard, but lately she has become more than that. I expect everyone to respect her as if she were your queen. You may leave now."

"That went pretty well." I say and stand up. Anxious to get back to my chambers, I grab Thranduil's hand and drag him along. On our way we pass a lot of Elves; all of them bow their head, some of them emotionless, most with a happy smile, a few even congratulate us.