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“Lugia…” I murmured, the Pokeball trembling in my hand. I doubt I could catch such an amazing and graceful Pokemon with a Pokeball. I had no Masterballs, therefore, I was out of luck. I would be there for what seemed like days trying to catch my all time favorite Pokemon. I’ve heard legends about her beauty, she’s simply the prettiest lass in the world. I grew up looking up to her as an idol, for I had adored her so. Every night, I would go to bed with a Lugia plush my father had crafted for me, dreaming sweet dreams of encountering the glorious Pokemon. And now, I’m finally here. I had a Dusk-ball handy, but the thing is, I don’t think I’d be able to capture her with a Dusk-ball. Even though it was blacker than a moon stone outside, and I wasn’t supposed to be out later than 12 AM, I didn’t care. The raging fire that howled agonizingly inside of my fervorous soul could no longer contain the constant ecstasy that roamed throughout my entire body. I had began to shake, the Pokeball continuing to shiver inside of my sweaty palm. A droplet of sweat trailed down my temple, as I inhaled sharply. The time was now to step up and capture the one and only, Lugia! There was no time for backing down, I had made it this far. The whistling of the cave made my ears ring, I could hear tiny water droplets dripping down the rocky sides of the cave. Lugia had let out a humongous howl, which shook my whole entire body. Her serene grace terrified me with such excitement, I could barely stand up. My legs were weak and wobbly like spaghetti, and I still couldn’t believe I was standing right in front of Lugia.

“Hey, don’t be scared… I’m not gonna hurt you.” I murmured, reaching out my hand to place it on the side of Lugia’s cheek. She huffed through her nostrils, squirming a little bit. She finally let me touch her, and it felt electrifying. She smiled---

hello
its me

Royalty. That’s what I was. I was Thranduil of Mirkwood’s one and only. His Queen. His lover. And oh, how he loved me so much, he’d clutch me tighter in the middle of the night when we slept next to each other, for he feared of losing me. When he wasn’t making sure his posture was spot on and his attitude was cold, he laughed and played along with me. Sharing jokes and swapping crowns and such. I was the perfect one for him, and he couldn’t handle my sweet smile that would greet him every single morning when he awoke from his peaceful slumber. However, sometimes he would have nightmares, and me, as the Queen, it is my job to comfort my King until he was completely calm and relaxed.

These nightmares were more worse than the average nightmare, for they were completely petrifying and devastating. He had dreamt of losing his son, Legolas, or me, and they were the cruelest dreams you could ever imagine. So much gore and tragic bloody scenes that would make his heart ache and weep simultaneously. He was aware that these horrid dreams were just make-believe, but sometimes he believed they would become a reality.

“Chandrelle.” Thranduil spoke, and a chill ran up and down my spine. The way he said my name gave me the good kind of chills. I was deeply in love with the Elven King, and every day my admiration for him grew stronger, until it was the strongest love that love could ever be, which was infinite. His pale slender fingers traced my bold jawline, his lips curving up into a warm smile. Thranduil’s piercing blue pools of color grazed across my green ones, and he finally leaned down to press a kiss of vehemence on my lips. Thranduil tucked some of my thick brunette strands behind my pointy Elvish ears, murmuring sweet Elvish nothings against my lips. How I adored it when he would speak Elvish to me.

“Gi melin, Chandrelle.” Thranduil hummed, sighing happily as he pulled away from my face. Gi melin meant ‘I love you’ in Elvish. Whenever he would sweep me off my feet, it just always had to be in Elvish. I exhaled softly, running my fingers through his silky blond hair. It was so soft, I could play with his hair all day and night. He threw his head back, allowing me to let my fingers tangle through his luscious shimmering head of hair. I could only think of the ardor we contained for each other. A love as strong as Gollum and the ring, maybe even stronger. Every night I would whisper sweet things into my lover’s ear, while he drifted off to sleep. Some nights he would do the same, and it led me to peaceful dreams. I would wake in the morning feeling refreshed as ever.



“Thranduil, how is Legolas? Your son?” I had inquired, quite worried due to a recent nightmare my King had experienced a few nights ago. Thranduil exhaled shakily, and he tapped his fingers against the wall of the throne room.

“He is… fine.” Thranduil responded, turning his head away from me, obscuring how he really felt.

“No, he’s not. I can tell by the look on your face.” I pestered, walking up to Thranduil and tipping his head up by pressing my index finger against his chin. His skin was softer than the richest Elven silks, and his hair portrayed these silks, this is how I saw it. Those beautiful blue orbs had to of had only the clearest drinking water, only fit for royalty. Everything about this man was just breathtaking, and I could kiss him for hours, if oxygen wasn’t such a necessity in our lives.

“Chandrelle, sweetheart. He is fine.” Thranduil tilted his head down, closing his eyes, his lips forming into a smile. I huffed, folding my arms across my chest, standing upright.

“Thranduil, I know when something is wrong. This nightmare is getting to you.” I placed my hand on his shoulder, feeling my lip quiver due to concern. I was so emotional, I couldn’t help it. Thranduil’s eyes pierced into mine, furrowing his eyebrows in disappointment.

“Queen’s do not cry, Chandrelle.” and for once in my time of being with him, he was acting like an idiot.

“Well this one does.” I growled, pulling away from his touch and spinning on my heel. I curtsied out of the throne room and into the Mirkwood prison. That place always brought me at ease. Sometimes there were dwarves that were locked up, sometimes even our own kind for disobeying the King’s word. Thranduil stood there, releasing the tension in his shoulders, throwing the perfect posture act behind his shoulders.
“Why must I lie to her if we can trust each other…?” the Elven King asked himself. He would never know the answer until he actually looked for it.

“Alimiya, pleasure seeing you here this wonderful evening.” my powerful voice greeted one of the prison keepers, a hint of loneliness in my voice. She was one of the bravest elves I had ever seen, and she was a beautiful one at that. Alimiya and Ylemir would watch the prisoners and then there was Talidire who managed the set of keys, which was a very special job.

“Queen Chandrelle, what are you doing without your crown?” Ylemir inquired, and I touched the top of my head. I had left the throne room without my crown? Impossible. But it seems I did in fact, leave it with Thranduil in the throne room.

“I must of forgotten.” I smiled nervously, hoping they wouldn’t see through my lie. Talidire strode in, his blue orbs falling upon my own emerald green ones. He nodded, smirking at me.
“A Queen could not simply forget her crown.” Thranduil walked into the prison room, and placed it on my head. I tried not to laugh, but a simple giggle escaped from my pale lips. As I laughed, Thranduil spun me around, and looked at me with an apologetic expression.


“I am sorry. I do not know why I lie to you. I would like to discuss this matter in our chambers, if you will.” the King’s voice made me melt ultimately. I nodded, in a trance, gazing into his beautiful sapphire orbs. He ran thumb across my lips, before placing a fragile kiss between royalty against my lips. He muttered a simple apology, and I nodded yet again in acceptance.

“That is so adorable.” Ylemir smiled, his jet black locks shimmering in the moonlight that shone through the glass upon the prison. Thranduil sighed, pulling away as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Talidire’s presence made Thranduil shake in frustration. Before he had chosen me as his Mirkwood Queen, Talidire and I had a little thing for each other. He was so charming, and extremely good looking, however, no one was as handsome as King Thranduil. I remember when Talidire had proposed to me, his eyes shimmering like pure starlight in the night. That was when Thranduil got shoved into the picture. He interrupted the whole entire proposal, swiftly lifting me into his arms and suavely marched off to the throne room to confront me.

“We meet again, King Thranduil.” Talidire was one to speak his mind, always acting before thinking. It always got him into trouble, especially with the King. Thranduil turned away, nearly fuming in rage. If you looked close enough, you could probably see the steam emitting from his pointy ears. He tapped his foot quite impatiently, before grasping onto my hand. Thranduil cleared his throat,

“It is a pleasure to see you once again. I would love to stay and chat, but I have important business to cater to with Chandrelle. I am terribly sorry in advance.” he seemed to handle the situation pretty well, for being such an impatient and cold hearted King. He was a good man though, not necessarily fit for a King, but he could manage pretty well for his job; sometimes. Talidire snorted in response, and I inhaled sharply. This was when things started to go downhill.



“Oh, you are such a good King.” Talidire rolled his eyes, and I sandwiched myself in between the two.
“Calm down ladies, settle this like proper gentlemen, if you will.” I always had to be the mediator, making sure everything went okay between these two bothersome men. Talidire and Thranduil never got along. Ever.
“You are aware of the fact that I can debunk you from your position of being the prison key keeper, correct…?” Thranduil quirked an eyebrow.
“Like you would actually do it. It is all because of Chandrelle that you made me prison keeper. To make her happy.” and I nearly butted in and defended my sweet King.
“You are right, but she could change her mind at any time.” the ‘any time’ he had mentioned, was right now, to be exact.
“Yeah, I am sorry Talidire, I just do not think you are fit and responsible for this job.” I smirked, and Thranduil chuckled to himself silently.
“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, did you not?” I quirked an eyebrow, stealing the ring of keys that Talidire kept in his left pocket. I dangled them in front of Ylemir’s face, offering him a promotion, almost.
“My dear Ylemir, would you be oh so kind as to accept this job? It is extremely important.” I beamed warmly, and Ylemir nodded his head excitedly.
“Would I ever? Thank you so much Queen Chandrelle!” Ylemir bowed, as he took the massive key ring in his hands, his eyes tearing up. Ylemir had always envied Talidire for having this job, and he finally had it. Keeper of the prison keys, at last. Ylemir’s jet black hair swayed from side to side as he happily hugged Alimiya. Alimiya’s luscious red head of hair bounced as she hugged Ylemir back, proud of her friend. She had the same color eyes as me, emerald green. Greener than the emeralds that my King had desired from the mountains near Erebor. Not only were there emeralds he desired, some of them were white gems, white gems of pure starlight. And rubies as red as the berries that decorated Thranduil’s crown whenever autumn swept past us.

“Alright, that is enough power for one day, Chandrelle. Let us return to our chambers. It is rather late.” Thranduil murmured, holding onto my waist protectively. I could tell he was jealous of Talidire’s undeniably good looks. Although, the Elven King was much more handsomer than the former key-keeper. I never understood why Thranduil was so jealous of him. I always thought that the king was much better looking than the cocky elf, Talidire. I sighed heavily, grabbing onto my lover’s hand tightly, and irritably dashed off to my chambers.

When we arrived to our chambers, Thranduil whipped around, his sapphire orbs piercing into mine. He wasn’t very happy by the look he wore on his face. I swallowed heavily, preparing myself for what was to come next. He growled furiously,
“You know Talidire angers me.” Thranduil gripped onto my wrist, and I squirmed uncomfortably. I inhaled calmly, fighting against his iron hold.
“Thranduil, my love. Please, calm down.” I ran my fingers through his silk blond locks, humming softly. He released the tension in his shoulders, sighing unhappily. He turned away to obscure his obvious jealousy, before muttering,
“You love him more than me.” and I shrieked. Me?! In love with Talidire? He was no match for me, even though we planned on getting married, after Thranduil whisked me away from the cocky Elven man, he had changed, and I saw it in him. He became cold and heartless, kind of like my darling King. But even a King cold as he had a heart to love with. Unlike Talidire, what a poor soul.
“Thranduil, I would never!” I tucked a few of his blond strands of hair behind his long and pointy ears, kissing his cheek lightly. I could feel how hot and red his cheeks were just by kissing him. He was unbelievably frustrated, and part of that was my fault.