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(Book 2 of The Elf King trilogy) The familiar characters and some background information,are,of course,Tolkien,and of Marvels Loki Series.The new are my own creation,a continuation of those stories.I take no credit for Tolkien's or Marvels bodies of work. We separated in battle by Morgul magic.Witches. Separation always lead to dire consequences.It was strategic,happened so quickly,a wave of witches,creatures,and illusion.I fought through,managed to clear the illusion.Where was my husband?Gut wretching panic set in.I flew straight up,calling out,then screaming.Frantically scanned the field.I saw his elk.Dread filled my heart.Within a second I was there. Witches scattered all directions.I turned each I could to dust.They moved so fast,in such odd patterns,I only got a few.I covered the kings battered, bleeding body with mine as the witches kept attacking. They're attack on Thranduil had been brutal. "V!I need you!" At the kingdom: It was a long night.I managed to heal his wounds,as he thrashed and convulsed,no help from the healers.They were afraid to come near him. "Cowards!Get out!" Neither would the White council enter.This was Morgul dark magic,and he was considered cursed. Legolas,Tauriel, and our Orcian daughter was all I had.It was enough. The wounds slowly closed,his beauty,more entrancing than ever. Around dawn,his eyes fluttered open. "The light."he mumbled. Legolas quickly closed the shutters. My face fell to his chest,as I sobbed. "Little dove,no.All is well.Please, no."he crooned against my head, "Look.I am well." I raised my eyes,everyone gasped. His eyes glowed red. "Starving,in fact." "Starving?"I repeated cautiously, "-for what?" "Everything smells so wonderful.You smell wonderful."he said,sitting up. "Husband-"I began,then turned to the others,"Leave us." "No."legolas stated,"I won't let him harm you." "What?!"Thranduil said,"my son-" "Look."Legolas said,snatching a hand mirror from the bureau,holding it to him,"Look at your eyes,those fangs!"
Chapter 1-Taken
