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Duvainel POV

Another month has passed since the little encounter at the library with Thranduil. Him and I have gotten along swimmingly, and were both actually planning a feast to invite all the realms of elves in Middle Earth, it will be grand. I already ordered the seamstress to make my dress, it will be quite interesting. And I will be wearing Outer World pumps as well.

I was walking fast towards the throne room and finally arrived, I asked one of his guards if he was there, he nodded and replied that he is but that he is asleep. I told him to let me in either way, and so he did. I glided quietly towards the front of the throne itself. Then I saw Thranduil, in all his magnifisence, asleep, holding his forehead with the palm of his hand, and resting his elbow on the armchair of his throne.

I came in closer hesitantly my breathing became faster, slowly I reached him up the stairs, and I saw it, right there, the scar that I wondered about since I read the book of spells. His left side was badly burned and I could not help but fill my eyes with tears. Not because I was scared of him, not because I thought he was a monster, but scared for him, the pain he must of indured as his beautiful face was burned to the last strand of muscle, I could see through the fibers of muscles as holes were shown.

Slowly my hand began to move up to reach for his scar, it was so quiet I could hear even my heartbeat as it went into a fast pace. The hand slowly reached its destination, as it placed itself towards the scar. In a caress of his cheek, suddenly his eyes opened in a jolt revealing one icy cold iris and the other one with a veil of white, blinded, looking right at me with a frown, which makes me jump back slightly. But as he realizes the one that has touched him is me, his eye became a soft blue and his expression tender. He scanned me for a little while before he finally made a move, his hand went slowly up to hold my hand in a caress and he closed his eyes feeling the softness and warmth of my hand. I could not help and gasp, he slowly turned to my hand and kissed it softly, as I stood there with my mouth partly opened unable to move in any way. I wanted so badly to kiss his soft lips, to give myself to him at that exact moment, but no I shouldn't.

Slowly, I took my hand away from his grip, I couldn't let this get any further, with a gulp I began to walk back. Thranduil looked at me with a look of disbelief, as if he felt confused slowly letting my hand go, he began to look sad as I turned on my heel and walked away. I was hitting myself repeatedly mentally for such stupidity. I could feel his eyes digging in my back as I walked out of the throne room. I could not dare look back, for he would surely break my heart and i will see myself running back into his arms.

Thranduil POV

I watched as Duvainel left me there alone speechless in the throne room. If she was not going to do more than just touch my face, why did she run away from my grip?. I could not understand what just happened at that moment. Frustratingly I released a grunt from my lips and layed back lazily on my throne. My magic quickly covered the scar on my face and I banged the arm rest frustratingly as I closed my eyes. I looked back up trailing with my eyes the way out she took when she left me. I saddened as I thought to myself that maybe she thought I was a monster because of my scar, maybe that is the reason she ran away from my grip, as I thought those last words, I looked at my hands and grunted again.

I quickly got up and stormed down the throne stairs towards the exit doors swiftly. My eyes scanning my surrounding looking for my elleth, I had to see her, I had to kiss her lips and make her see I wanted her. I suddenly found her standing by a bush of red roses at the gardens of the palace. As I watched her I hesitated on going towards her, my mind was saying go over there but my legs would not budge. Finally I could not help but move towards her grab her and look deeply into those green pools of her eyes. Slowly my lips made their way towards hers and I began to kiss her with depth and passion that I never knew I could feel in such a long time. She slowly made her arms make their way to my neck in an embrace and I pulled her close to me. She released a soft moan under her breath as we kiss and I could not help but smirk slightly as we kissed, I knew then with her moan that I was doing my job right. As we kissed, it began to get slightly more passionate the moment, and just as the passion came it was gone. Duvainel quickly released herself from me and ran off to Eru knows where. I watched her with a frustrating frown and grunted loudly. Why in the Valar does she keep doing this, I do not understand her. I plopped myself and sat on the bench near by and facepalmed myself as my hand rubbed down my face, I then began to think to myself andthe possibilities as to why she keeps doing this to me. Does she really hate me?, do I scare?, or is she afraid of commitment? I don't know, but whatever the case I will get to the bottom of it.