The two elves stare at me in a silent shock. Since I am closer I can see their faces more closely. They are both young elves-- my age, by the looks of it. The guy has long brown hair that is braided on the side. He has dark brown eyes and a heavily chiseled face with sharp angles.
But the girl. Never in my life have I seen such beauty. Her face is carefully sculpted. Her slightly rounded cheeks flow perfectly into her smooth chin. Her nose flawlessly curves up ever so slightly. Her skin has a natural paleness to it that makes her entire face glow and causes her braided golden hair to gleam. But the most glorious sight of all is her eyes-- blue green orbs that shine with such intensity.
But before I know what is happening, they are both kneeling down in front of me.
"My king," they say. I feel heat rush to my face. Why am I to be treated like this? So superior to every other elf? Just because of my blood? I quickly nod to get them standing up once more.
"Please," I beg. "Not here." They look at me, puzzled. But then the guy sticks out his hand.
"Galather Alluth." He greets. I shake his hand.
"I am Thranduil here. Under the trees we are all equal."
"Wise words." He comments. The girl sticks out her hand and I take it gently.
"Deryth Jaglene." She says, her voice light yet strong. I lean down and kiss her hand.
"Saesa omentien lle, arwen en amin." I reply. (pleasure meeting you, my lady).
Deryth nods, but her face is unchanged. I can't help but be disappointed at her reaction. There is clearly more to this elf than meets the eye.
pic of Deryth (http://www.ginanelsonart.com/images/illustration/content/elf/Wood_elf_Warrior.jpg)
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The King of Mirkwood (Thranduil fan fic)
FanfictionThis is the end, Thranduil. Embrace it. An aching pain grows in my chest. The hurtful emotions that have been inside of me. Some positive, some negative. Even so, questions linger in my mind. Who will take the throne? What will happen to my kingdom...
