King of the Elves of the Wood

(Indie Tolkien RP for Thranduil)

[aran-ethuil]

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[theunwantedhalfbreed]

Sickly || Closed RP

[theunwantedhalfbreed]

Watching Thranduil not falter from her compliment, Mariel sighed as she shook her head gently, feeling the healers work on attending to her wounds and making her comfortable.

“The path through Mirkwood…was the fastest way towards the mountain. Any other path would have taken a few…few more days.”

[aran-ethuil]

"Is not safety more important than an extra week's travel, at most? Surely you knew of what you could- and did- encounter here. This place is called Mirkwood for a reason, though I sorely wish it was as once it had been." Thranduil continued to observe the woman as the healers scurried to and fro and hovered over her, administering antidotes and cleaning wounds.

"If your king planned on arriving at his mountain safely and with a full company, perhaps he should not have brought you this way."

[theunwantedhalfbreed]

Sickly || Closed RP

[theunwantedhalfbreed]

Thorin furrowed his brow for a moment to see Thranduil’s faint change in demeanor, but before he could relish at the site, the guards began to push the dwarves towards the cells to be held until their judgment is made.

The bouncing strides of the guard made Mariel grimace to the sickly feeling in her gut growing worse. But the sensation melted to feel the cushioning of the mattress of the cot hold her up, Mariel watching the blurred lines of elven healers rush around her. Upon the question of her purpose for being there, Mariel grimaced to the invisible pain as she breathed a little shakily.

“You are all-wise and…all-knowing, Aran…” breathed Mariel in the elvish tongue. “The heir to the Dwarven throne…has come back to reclaim it. I am just…muscle for the group.”

[aran-ethuil]

The king clasped his hands behind his back, standing just out of the way of the hubub.

"You flatter me," he intoned dryly. "I know why you are travelling, but why are you here? There are other paths you could have taken."

[spikespiegell]

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[spikespiegell]

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[hadlow-brown]

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[whatsbetterthanfantasy]

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[theunwantedhalfbreed]

Sickly || Closed RP

[aran-ethuil]

The king's eyes become even wider, and fire blazed within them. The daughter of a dwarf and an elf?!? An elf of his realm?! While it was not entirely unheard of, it was certainly unusual. Though he fumed slightly at the admission, Thranduil kept his composure in front of his "guests."

"How...interesting," he quipped. "Your companion gives wise advice. The rest of your company shall be led to their cells, and you shall be taken to the healing wing. I will follow, for there are many questions to be asked." With this, the king began the descent from his throne's perch, gliding gracefully past the group when he reached the floor. With a firm but not painful grip on the girl, Thranduil's guard followed him to a healing room, the rest escorting the group away.

When they reached the room, the king instructed the healers to care for the girl who was placed on a cot, and a sort of organized chaos began as they scurried to cure the girl. Not willing to wait, Thranduil began with his questioning.

"Why are you here?"

[theunwantedhalfbreed]

Sickly || Closed RP

[theunwantedhalfbreed]

Mariel was unsure as to how or who helped her to stand up and lead her towards the grand hall of the King of the Woodland Realm, the company coming to a halt not too far away from the towering throne of Thranduil himself as he stared down at the smaller unwanted guests. Leaning against Balin and Dwalin for support, Mariel’s blue eyes barely managed to stay open as she glanced up towards the flawless king, everything a blur as she barely managed to make out his outline against his throne.

Upon Thranduil’s command to take her away to the healers, Balin and Dwalin’s eyes widened as they struggled to keep Mariel away from the guards, pushed away with some force to release their hold of the halfbreed, one other guard effortlessly picking her up into his arms to carry her towards the healers.

“Unhand her!” yelled Thorin, struggling against the guards to get to his niece as the rest of the dwarves tried to reach her as well. “Mariel!” yelled out Kili and Fili as Mariel whimpered to the loud noises, curling up against the guard before her hand weakly laid on his armor plated chest to have him pause.

“My King…” breathed Mariel in the elvish tongue, her eyes barely managing to stay open to grab the attention of the king. “Please…spare…them…we merely…seek passage through…your forests…they mean…no harm…” she wheezed, visibly shaking in the guard’s arms.

[aran-ethuil]

Thranduil had resisted the urge to roll his eyes as the dwarves struggled before him. But when the female his guard held spoke up, the ice-blue orbs widened. She knew his language?! The king froze. Who was this strange creature? It was not common for a dwarf to know the elvish tongue. Had it been Thorin who had spoken Sindarin, the king may not have been surprised. The dwarf was royalty after all. But this woman?

"I see," Thranduil replied using his familiar tongue. "And who are you that I should trust what you say? You may claim they mean no harm, but how am I to be sure? If you do not wish to part with them, I am certainly willing to send you to the cells as well. Though, it does not appear that you would last long there..." The king trailed this last sentence, giving the woman an opportunity to make a decision and respond.

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[aran-ethuil]

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[theunwantedhalfbreed]

Sickly || Closed RP

It could not have gone any worse. The entire company had been captured by Mirkwood elven soldiers, escorting them along the winding trails of the forest towards the beautiful and untouched marvel that was the Woodland Realm of the Elves under the protection and rule of Lord Thranduil himself. Mariel’s own mother hailed from these lands, leaving all of the beauty to reside in Erebor with her beloved father, Fenrir, brother of Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror the King Under the Mountain.

But such beauty had gone unnoticed to Mariel as her stunning blue eyes struggled to focus on the ground to keep the entire world from spinning around her. Her skin was a sickly pale white as her veins along her hands and neck grew a sickly blue color from the poison of the spider’s bite on her neck coursing through her veins. The voices of her comrades and the soldiers echoed, faint and growing too soft for her to understand.

Suddenly, the ground left her feet as the halfbreed fell to her side on the ground, groaning in pain as Balin hurried towards Mariel’s side as the rest of the party was held up. Balin’s aged hand brushed the silky long brown hair from Mariel’s face to look at her, frowning to feel her cheek was cold to the touch as sweat beaded her brow.

“Aye, lass, you need to get back up…we can’t stop,” Balin spoke in a gentle but warning voice, the soldiers approaching the group with scowls on their faces.

“I feel…so sick…Balin….so weak…” she breathed as Balin was about to speak before being shoved by one of the soldiers. “Get back,” he grunted as Balin was caught by Dwalin, enraged to the poor treatment of his brother.

@aran-ethuil

[aran-ethuil]

Word had come to Thranduil of the dwarves' arrival within his realm. He was not happy. The woodland king was not overly fond of dwarves, and such a fact was well known in his kingdom. He had some idea of why these creatures might be here, as it had been reported to him that among the group was none other than Thorin Oakenshield, the rightful King Under the Mountain. Thranduil waited impatiently upon his throne for the company to be brought into the caverns.

When finally the dwarves were brought forth by the king's soldiers, Thranduil stood, rolling his shoulders back to appear broader and taller. Intimidation was key. Slowly, his eyes fell upon the cluster of dwarves before him, landing blazing upon their leader. He held the dwarf's gaze for a moment before scanning the rest of the group. What was he to do with this rag-tag bunch, whom he did not particularly welcome into his kingdom?

That was when his eyes fell upon the being struggling to stand, pale and sweating. There was no doubt what had happened to her. The king had seen it before. Though some may have thought otherwise, Thranduil was not an entirely awful being. He knew this creature needed help and that his healers were some of the only people equipped to deal with the sickness brought on by incidents with spiders. And so he took pity upon the girl.

"Take her to the healers," he commanded of his guards with a nod in the girl's direction. "The rest..." Here he paused, trying to make a split decision on the best way to handle the dwarves. "Put them in cells. I will deal with them later."

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[aran-ethuil]

‘I want the K’

41: Naughty Kiss

The sly king made his way down the hall, footsteps silent so as not to alert the dark-haired ellon some feet ahead of him to his presence. Thranduil was in a mood this morning, but not the usual sort of mood that sent his subjects careening around corners in an effort to escape when they saw him start down the hall. No- this morning was different. He was in a particularly fiendish mood.Picking up his pace to reach the ellon, Thran snaked his arms around the other, hands grabbing strong arms to hold them in case the ellon was startled by the intrusion and decided to strike out.“Hello, young one,” the king whispered sultrily, his bottom lip brushing the shell of a pointed ear before his tongue flicked out to lick a quick path up to the tip and suck the flesh into a warm mouth. A moment passed, and with a light parting nip Thranduil released the ellon’s ear. 

[aran-ethuil]

With the ellon's latest words, Thranduil's eyes darkened in agitation.

"I have told you twice now my reasoning, Peredhil. If you do not believe me, that is your own problem."

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[aran-ethuil]

‘I want the K’

41: Naughty Kiss

The sly king made his way down the hall, footsteps silent so as not to alert the dark-haired ellon some feet ahead of him to his presence. Thranduil was in a mood this morning, but not the usual sort of mood that sent his subjects careening around corners in an effort to escape when they saw him start down the hall. No- this morning was different. He was in a particularly fiendish mood.Picking up his pace to reach the ellon, Thran snaked his arms around the other, hands grabbing strong arms to hold them in case the ellon was startled by the intrusion and decided to strike out.“Hello, young one,” the king whispered sultrily, his bottom lip brushing the shell of a pointed ear before his tongue flicked out to lick a quick path up to the tip and suck the flesh into a warm mouth. A moment passed, and with a light parting nip Thranduil released the ellon’s ear. 

[elrohirofimladris]

Elrohir hadn’t been expecting anything to happen and so was completely unaware of his surroundings, letting his mind wander as he walked down the hall. When he felt the arms close around him he reacted instantly, struggling against him until he spoke and he realised who it was.

This only lead to more confusion as he began teasing his ear but he decided not to question it, he just leaned back against him, letting out soft gasps until he pulled back from him. Elrohir glanced around, smiling slightly “so was there any particular reason for that?”

[aran-ethuil]

“Just… feeling a trifle wicked today,” the king admitted with a smirk, retracting his hands to connect behind him and moving around the ellon to continue on his way down the hall. Thranduil was not sure whether the ellon would follow him, whether he wanted him to, but left that decision to the younger elf.

[elrohirofimladris]

Elrohir huffed and hurried after him “I don’t think that’s a good enough explanation you know” he murmured “really, what’s going on?” He sighed.

[aran-ethuil]

Thranduil stopped and slowly turned his head to gaze down at the dark-haired ellon. "You may not think the explanation adequate, but there is nothing more to say of my reasoning. I am simply in a mood today, and felt like acting upon that mood." Then, bending just slightly at the waist so as to be eye-level with his companion, he intoned quietly, "Is there a problem?"