Thranduil's POV

In the next dawn, my first way went down to the dungeons. I liked getting up before the sun. Nature was the most beautiful in this time. It was just waking up, the vapor still covered the soft grass, the early sky seemed light purple and the air was chill and fresh, the best to clear the careworn mind.

I wasn't impressed, seeing my guards sleeping. I took a deep breath and continued my way down. I didn't have the mood to cut their useless heads off.

At least, you won't hark.

When I reached the farest cell, I saw the elleth was still asleep. She was lying in a scoop, like a little cat. Her dinner plate was next to her, still untouched.

She will become ill...

I unlocked the bolt of her cell but stayed outside. Now, I had a little time to take a better look at my prisoner.

I studied, once again, that dark hair, long pointy ears – not the same as we had -, snow white skin, pretty face, noble nose, sharp jaw and parted cherry lips... strong shoulders and arms, barely covered chest and belly and...

Fine, my tailor have to create some clothes today, what will hide her whole body.

I hadn't seen a lady in so strange garment in my three thousand year long life. Not to mention her swords, you could easily kill even a mountain gorilla with...

The more I was thinking, the more I was sure, this elleth could be dangerous. I had to know about her intentions.

I cleared my throat, and her eyes immediately opened.

Noira's POV

I quickly sat up. He was standing there for a minute, as a statue, then started to speak on a totally emotionless tone. This beautiful ellon... such a waste, he acted like an arrogant rat.

'Entering the borders of my kingdom without permission.' he started, staring at the wall behind me. His voice was cold as an ice shard. 'Refusing admit your intentions. Fighting against my soldiers. Refusing give the needed respect to your king. For each of your movement I could rightly execute you in this very moment.' he finished and pierced his gaze into mine.

Well, I'm sure, you could execute me rightly without any reason too. And you're not my king, anyway...

'Hmm... sorry?!' I asked with a fake smile. He didn't look like he had any sense of humor. It was okay, honestly I didn't even want to apologise.

(I didn't know, that at that moment, Thranduil thought my voice was silk as honey...)

'I have a curious nature, however, and hardly bear when my questions stay unanswered.'

I was sure. But I swore I don't say anything to this rascal.

I stood up. 'What are you interes -' I was interrupted.

'Your name. Home. Abilities. Reasons. Intentions. Movements since you set your feet into my realm.'

'You've already said what I've exactly done-'

'Don't play games with me!' he shouted suddenly and opened the grid. I stepped back and leaned to the wall behind me. Wasn't it locked?!

'How have you murdered a hundred orcs? Cuz you've done that, right? Have you had mates?' he hissed with disgusted face.

Oh man, if I was not so weak, you would get a black eye soon!

'What are you?' he whispered now, probably to himself, and I hardly bear his intensive gaze anymore. I felt I was naked.

He soon noticed I won't answer and a shadow appeared in his eyes. I didn't like it.

He suddenly grabbed my neck and tossed me roughly up to the wall.

'THEN DIE IF YOU WANT TO!'

'I WON'T ANSWER TO SUCH A CRUEL ICEBERG, WHATEVER YOU DO!' I said and didn't know what to choose. Panicking or getting angry. I chose both of them, so I was panicking angrily.

The king was blinking for a minute and let go of me.

'You're spending your second day in my realm, still have a very definite opinion of me.'

'I've heard enough.' I hissed, remembering what Zella told me earlier, and my anger just grew. 'What kind of king you are, sir, if you can't even hear the voice of your kin?!'

He looked confused, but hid it a moment later.

'How could I know?! Do you even remember of the elleth you were speaking with in the last evening? Of her story? Her problem? Her name was Zella! His brother will die, and her heart will break just because of your ego! Do you even know what heart means, huh? Have you ever-' I swallowed my words down as I saw his face becoming distorted from wrath and my gaze followed his hands.

When I saw him grabbing his sword, I automatically grasped his wrist. At the very moment I touched his skin, I felt a strange electric shock.

- Vision -

When I opened my eyes, the king, the sword, even the cold cell disappeared, and I was standing on a long dark corridor somewhere in this palace.

I didn't know what just happened. Two ellons were coming from behind, and I opened my mouth to ask what was going on, as they walked through of my body. My eyes widened. Was I dead? They acted like I was an invisible ghost. As they turned for a moment, I noticed a familiar face. One of them was Fräynn, but... he seemed much younger somehow...

Is this the past?

Suddenly, a little blond elfling was running through the place I was standing on, in his night suit. I unconsciously followed him, my legs were moving by themselves. He stopped at the great doors of the throne room and pushed them. The guards didn't stop him, but looked frightened.

Who is this little boy?

His small hands could not open the heavy doors and he looked up at the guard next to him with tearful eyes.

The man pushed the door, and the elfling disappeared in the dark room. He stopped for a moment and stared at the throne from the entrance. It was empty.

The little one froze.

'I... I had a nightmare...' he whispered. The guard came to him from the outside, knelt down and started to say something to him, but the child stormed out of the room. I was running with him some minutes long, we passed several corridors and high stairs, until we arrived to the highest floor. He turned to the most ornate golden door, and pushed it with all his strength.

A moment after his entering I heard him scream.

Oh no!

I stormed in, and saw a tall, silver haired ellon lying on the floor, next to a huge bed.

'ADA!' the elfling cried. He knelt next to him, and cupped the ellon's face. I stepped closer to see that face.

Oh my...

Some seconds later, in the door appeared a wheezy guard – the same we saw at the throne room – quickly lifted the king and laid him to the bed. He turned to the crying boy and took him up into his lap.

'IS ADA DEAD?' he cried, not turning his glare away from the king. The guard took a sad look at the several empty wine bottles on the floor, and turned away. Despite the elfling was kicking and scratching, he took him out of the chamber. The sharp childish voice echoed in the air of the huge hall.

'ADA'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD!'

'Calm down, little prince, your ada will be alright, you can see him in the morning.'

'I had a... nightmare.' he sobbed.

'Speak about it, my prince. That couldn't be sooo bad...'

- End of vision –

Suddenly, I found myself in my dark cell again, and the king's red face was just inches away from mine. I could feel his anger in my bones.

Whoops.

I was in trouble. Just a minute earlier, I'v seen something I should NOT have. And he knew that.