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Thirty years had passed since the Battle of the Five Armies. Though some scars remained vivid in his mind, Thranduil continued fulfilling his duties and coping with the aftermath as best he could.

To prevent another large-scale attack from Sauron’s forces, the Elvenking expanded the Woodland Patrol Guard’s routes beyond his borders. He also solidified a treaty with King Bard that strengthened trade between Dale and Mirkwood.

Thranduil prioritized the wellbeing of his people above all else. Still, the rapport he had built with Bard over the years was one of mutual respect, and their alliance had proven beneficial for both for both the city of men and his Elven realm.

Legolas had made contact with the Dúnedain ranger in the North and occasionally sent letters revealing his whereabouts and ventures. Judging by the tone, he seemed intrigued by affairs of the outside world and content to pursue his journey away from home.

Life had not been as optimistic for Thranduil following his son’s departure. Though he kept an impassive demeanor in public, he missed Legolas deeply and often reflected on how distant a father he had been after his late wife’s passing. Their bond had yet to heal over time considering all the trauma that had broken their family apart, but Legolas was keeping some sort of contact with him through correspondence at the very least. It was a start.

Things were also improving for Tauriel since she was restored to captain. The memory of Kili would not fade from her mind, but she was slowly finding herself again with her charge at the new patrol routes. Despite her great loss and trials, Tauriel’s resilient spirit and renewed sense of purpose in her new role gave her strength of mind. The young elleth could be stubborn from time to time, but Thranduil had always cared for her as a guardian and mentor despite their past grievances, even though he rarely showed it.

The king continued pondering his thoughts as he sat on his throne. Everyone seemed to be moving on after the great battle, yet he felt restless for reasons he could not yet fathom. He had successfully kept the Woodland Realm safe from the countless threats that had raided Middle-earth, but his keen Elven senses were picking up on something that had yet to come.

Though he did not bear one of the Three Elven Rings or possess foresight like Galadriel and Elrond, he had been around for thousands of years, and his extensive battle experience had sharpened his senses enough for him to sense danger lurking in the shadows. In that particular instance, he sensed a faceless threat that was approaching ever so slowly.

If they were to face a new evil, he would ensure his realm was ready.

“My lord! Permission to speak.” Thranduil was pulled from his thoughts as Tauriel and Feren hurried into the throne room and bowed. Tauriel wore her patrol uniform and looked wary.

“There is a situation requiring your immediate attention, sire.”

The king noted the unusual urgency in her voice. Rising from his throne, he descended the steps to listen.

“Proceed,” he instructed.

“There was an attack near our western borders, your highness.”

His piercing gaze hardened at the news.

“A group of men traveling from Edoras were slaughtered. None survived.” Tauriel explained, visibly shaken. “We inspected the bodies and found strange claw marks. A trail of beast-like footprints continued from the site into our borders. We suspect fifteen to twenty trespassers. The footprints are not from orcs or great spiders, my lord.” She concluded.

“Dale has been warned, and King Bard’s forces are on high alert, but they have no knowledge of creatures matching those footprints, sire.” Feren added.

“An attack of such gravity took place, and the Enchanted River had no effect on the trespassers whatsoever?” The king inquired.

“That appears to be the case, my lord. We’ve never had a disturbance of this nature in my time serving captain of the Patrol Guard. This is unprecedented.” Tauriel spoke gravely.

“Where do the footprints end?”

“At the west wing of the Old Forest Road, my liege.” Feren answered, awaiting orders.

“Inform the wardens to remain vigilant until further notice. Double the watch at the gates. No one leaves the kingdom without me knowing of it.” The Elvenking began walking swiftly towards the armory, Tauriel and Feren following.

“Gather thirty soldiers for a priority eradication mission. Those hostile creatures might still be roaming the areas close to the attack site. Should they emerge, we will face them head-on and eliminate them. I will personally lead the company.” Thranduil commanded in an authoritative manner.

“Yes, my lord!”

Feren and Tauriel immediately set the order in motion.

Thranduil changed into his battle tunic and put on his intricate armor, along with the matching head circlet. He wielded his set of great Elven swords and proceeded to meet his company at the gate. 

…

The sky was darker than usual, and the forest felt ominous that night.

Tauriel, Feren, and the rest of the Mirkwood soldiers were already waiting for their king when he made his way out.

Thranduil looked at them briefly and could tell that they were fully prepared to undertake the task at hand, no matter the risks. There was no need for speeches or further details at the time.

“Off we go!” The king commanded.

They moved on foot towards the attack site, moving silently through the trees to better conceal their presence.

‘A storm is coming.’  Thranduil echoed his thoughts as he realized the faceless threat that he had been sensing in recent years was already beginning to take shape.

…

Tauriel and the rest of the company moved swiftly through the forest, following the Elvenking on their way to the attack site.

Though she had not voiced any thoughts on the matter, Tauriel was quietly surprised that Thranduil himself had chosen to lead the company that night. The king very rarely ventured beyond the realm’s borders unless the situation was dire or there was a matter of great urgency that demanded his direct leadership.

The great spider infestations had not been as severe since their patrol routes were expanded, and she could not help but wonder what had stirred the king’s sense of urgency now.

Tauriel did not always see eye-to-eye with the Lord of Mirkwood, yet she had much to thank him for, despite their past quarrels. When her parents died, it was Thranduil who had taken her under his wing, recognizing her potential for combat early on and promoting her to captain of the Guard. To add to that, he had lifted her banishment soon after the Battle of the Five Armies—despite her having defied many of his orders during that time.

The war had claimed Kíli’s life, leaving her heart heavy with grief. To make matters worse, Legolas—her closest childhood friend and most trusted comrade—had chosen to leave the realm for reasons she felt partly responsible for. The restoration of her captaincy had come as a great relief; after all, her duties were the only thing keeping her grounded in the wake of such losses.

She was well aware this was a chance at redemption for her past mistakes. And so, Tauriel served the Elvenking and the Woodland Realm with unyielding dedication, even when that meant disagreeing with Thranduil on certain matters—a contradiction she had learned to live with.

The king led his company into the remains of an abandoned spider nest not far from the site of the attack. Tattered cobwebs clung to the trees, and strands of silk lay strewn across the forest floor.

Thranduil signaled the group to halt all of a sudden. He unsheathed one of his intricate swords and was looking around for any signs of movement.  

‘He must have sensed a disturbance out here,’ Tauriel thought as she drew her daggers and remained on alert.

The other elves in the company followed suit, drawing their blades and readying themselves for battle, while the king’s sharp gaze swept their surroundings.

An eerie silence fell for a brief moment—then, from behind them, a roar shattered the stillness, followed by a loud scream.

The company turned as one and saw the source of the cry. One of their own had been struck down, bitten by a strange, malformed beast unlike anything Thranduil had seen before.

Moments later, more of the creatures emerged from the trees, growling and snarling as they charged toward the Mirkwood soldiers with deadly intent.

They resembled canine-like monsters, their heads and tails bristling with jagged black spikes. All stood on two legs, towering over even the Elvenking himself.

“Stand your ground!” Thranduil commanded just as the beasts crashed into their lines.

Two soldiers at the rear rushed to help the comrade who had been bitten, but they were too late—the beast had already claimed his life. Out of the twenty creatures that had appeared, three lunged directly for the Elvenking, while the rest scattered into the fray.

Thranduil met his foes with smooth, lethal efficiency, his blade moving in precise arcs—a testament to his renowned swordsmanship. In short order, the three attackers lay dead. Yet, before he could assist his company, two of them rose again and came at him.

He deflected their blows before they could strike true, meeting them head-on once more.

‘What just happened? I am sure I had already disposed of these creatures,’ Thranduil thought, assessing the situation even as he fought.

“My king!” a soldier called through the chaos. “We have struck down some of the beasts already, but they keep coming back up for some reason! What should we—” His words were cut short as one of the monsters seized him by the throat.

Thranduil could only watch in horror as yet another soldier was slain before his eyes, too far away for him to intervene.

He continued parrying and striking, his mind racing. Then his eyes widened—one of the first beasts he had slain still lay unmoving.

Drawing on his keen Elven senses, he leapt back just far enough to study the fallen creature and recall his strikes.

‘When I struck the final blows, I stabbed the fallen beast through the skull, but the other two I wounded in the torso,’ he realized. ‘Their skulls… That must be their weakness!’

With renewed precision, he drew his second sword and plunged both blades into the heads of his attackers. This time, the creatures stayed down.

“Everybody to me!” Thranduil called to his company. “Pierce their skulls! The beasts will not rise again if you pierce their skulls! Let’s put an end to this!”

“Yes, my lord!” the Mirkwood soldiers answered, quickly shifting their attacks to the creatures’ heads.

Thranduil eliminated three more, then turned to aid his warriors in bringing down the rest.

The battle was brutal—the beasts were fast, strong, and relentless. Many elves were exhausted or injured, yet they fought on, determined.

Two more of the creatures were slain amidst the chaos. By their counts, ten should have remained in their lair, but now only four were unaccounted for.

The king’s focus wavered when he realized Tauriel was missing.

Where in Arda was she? Had the other beasts gone after her?

Thranduil stood his ground as he was rapidly trying to come up with a plan. However, before he acted, eight figures suddenly leapt into the fight, cutting down the remaining beasts with remarkable speed.

They wore deep red cloaks trimmed with golden Elven patterns, and their faces were half-hidden by black scarfed masks.

Unlike the Mirkwood soldiers, whose fighting style involved the use of a single curved sword or dual daggers in close combat, the strangers fought with dual twin scimitars and long spears carved with unmistakable Elven motifs.

Thranduil made notice of the strangers’ pointy ears, further confirming that they were elves of sorts. However, he had no idea where those elves had come from since they did not bear sigils from any of the known Elven realms in Middle-earth.

Without a word, the strangers turned north and blended into the darkness right after they eliminated the monsters, suggesting that they had another primary objective to fulfill.

‘Who are they?’ Thranduil wondered as he watched them vanish.

The Mirkwood soldiers were slightly surprised by the strangers’ unexpected arrival, but they felt relieved that aid had come their way in a moment of such need.

The king, however, took careful note of every detail about the strangers for later investigation. Though they had aided his people, the group stepped onto his lands unannounced.

They seemed like highly trained Elven scouts, concealing their identities behind masks—perhaps on a secret mission. But that mystery could wait. Tauriel’s safety came first.

“Has anybody seen Captain Tauriel?” The king inquired.

“Yes, my lord! Six of the beasts went after her when the pack ambushed us,” Feren reported, weary from the fight. “She ran into the grove up north to face them. My unit tried to follow, but we were held back here.”

The king tried his best to hide his frustration at Tauriel’s actions. Yes, she was a highly skilled warrior and very formidable in battle, but it was not the first time that the captain had made reckless decisions that put her own life in significant danger.

‘Why would so many of the creatures go after her in particular? Was she being targeted?’ Thranduil speculated as he got ready to head north.

“Tend to the wounded, but stay alert. The remaining six creatures are still at large. Engage them if they return. I will find Tauriel myself,” he ordered.

The company obeyed, and Thranduil sped toward the grove.

Under different circumstances, he would have brought others with him—but most of his warriors were too battered to move quickly. Alone, he could cover more ground, kill the remaining beasts, and reach Tauriel faster.

Curiously, the grove lay in the same direction the cloaked elves had gone.

The strangers seemed quite experienced at fighting those creatures, so they must have been familiar with their origins.

Still, his first duty was clear—rescue his captain and keep his remaining soldiers alive. The rest could wait.

‘Hang in there, Tauriel. Do not die on me!’ he thought, racing between the trees in search of her.

…

Tauriel was sitting on a tree branch in the grove up north. She still had her daggers in hand, and her guard never lowered, but was slightly out of breath and visibly bruised. Her battle uniform was barely hanging on to her, torn and bloody, and she was clearly not in the best shape to continue fighting.

The captain was trying to conceal her presence as much as she could, but the six beasts were still roaming the grounds below, waiting for their chance to get her.

Tauriel knew it was only a matter of time before she would have to move from her hiding spot again while still trying to figure out how to permanently eliminate those filthy creatures.

The monsters had not posed a real challenge for her in combat, however, each time she struck them down, they would rise again. To make matters worse, her strength was running short, and she could no longer keep up her usual pace to move. 

All of a sudden, one of the monsters attempted to climb the tree and managed to place a paw on the branch where she was sitting. Tauriel hissed in pain when the creature scratched her leg with its claws and roared at her. She moved her leg away and started jumping from tree to tree as fast as she could while the monsters chased after her on the ground.

Nonetheless, she soon ended up at the grove’s edge, only to find herself cornered against the mountain wall as the six creatures approached quickly.

Tauriel could have climbed the mountain under normal circumstances, but she had almost no energy left to move at that point. Thus, she sighed in frustration as she saw her end nearing.

In that one moment of hopelessness, flashbacks from previous events played in her head: meeting Kili, the Battle of Erebor, her quarrels with the king, her banishment, Kili’s death, her grief, and Legolas’s departure from the kingdom…

‘Legolas.’

Her thoughts lingered on her childhood friend. Their parting had been far from ideal—no words, no proper farewell—her grief over Kili leaving no space for it.

It was then that Tauriel realized she had so many unresolved issues with her childhood friend. Perhaps that was her biggest regret right there and then—the moment leading into her imminent death.

She never imagined this was how she would fall, but she accepted the outcome bravely nonetheless. She would pass into the Halls of Mandos fighting for her king, her realm, and her convictions. Thus, she couldn’t have asked for a more honorable death.

Tauriel closed her eyes for a few seconds, awaiting the unavoidable demise to take its course, but her anticipation was interrupted when she heard a noise coming from above.

When she looked up, a hooded female with her face partially covered spun in the air, landing effortlessly in front of her. The beasts were almost upon them, but the stranger quickly formed a series of hand gestures and spoke words that Tauriel recognized as ancient Elvish.

“Pandas Ruina! (Blazing Shield!)” The female commanded in an authoritative manner as a partially transparent energy orb with moving fire trails formed around them both, instantly repelling the beasts away.

The energy surrounding the orb pulled at their clothes like wind, revealing the stranger’s pointed ears. Making notice of that, Tauriel realized the mysterious individual was an elleth just like her.

The beasts gradually stood from the ground, looking a bit disoriented and growling, almost as if they didn’t get a glimpse of what had sent them flying into the air. However, the cloaked warrior gave them no chance to recover, as she immediately drew out her two scimitar swords and chanted again.

“Nár Urya! (Enflame!)” Instantly, her blades blazed with fire, and she cut down the creatures swiftly—piercing skulls, severing tails—until none remained.

Her scarlet-glowing eyes and fierce, fluid movements were unlike anything Tauriel had seen before. She fought with deadly grace, and her mastery of fire was extraordinary. Tauriel could only watch, astonished.

When the last beast fell, the cloaked figure sheathed her swords and turned her attention to the fellow elleth as she approached her.

The scarlet light faded from her eyes, revealing a vivid emerald green that met Tauriel’s pine green gaze. In that moment, a rare sense of mutual understanding seemed to have formed between the two of them, even though they were not acquainted with one another.  

Anybody would have been terrified at the sight of such power, but Tauriel did not feel afraid in the slightest for some reason. Not only did the cloaked female rescue her from those monsters, but there was something about her that just felt… safe. Familiar even.

She was still sitting at the foot of the mountain, resting from her injuries, when the masked warrior knelt before her and spoke.

“Do not fear, Tauriel of Mirkwood. I come in peace.” She reassured her with a gentle voice.

‘How does she know my name?’ The captain wondered.

“I have an important piece of information to relay to you, so please, listen carefully,” the cloaked figure continued. “You are one of us.”

Tauriel’s eyes widened. ‘What is she talking about?’ The captain pondered, her confusion becoming more apparent. 

“I cannot reveal who we are just yet, but this will lead you to the truth.” The masked warrior took a scroll from her leather pocket and handed it to her. “Take it, and protect it with your life.”

Tauriel hesitated, then accepted the scroll.

“Reach out. I will be waiting.” The elleth remarked.  

Before Tauriel got a chance to ask any questions, the stranger’s attention shifted. She rose quickly, drawing her scimitars just in time to block a strike.

Right that instant, another pair of ornate Elven swords that Tauriel recognized immediately clashed against the elleth's. Bright emerald eyes met icy blue ones as the attacker lunged with such force the elleth had to leap back several paces to absorb the blow.

“My lord!” Tauriel spoke in surprise as the Elvenking stood in front of her, his commanding presence unmistakable. He fixed his gaze on the cloaked female as she landed on the floor swiftly on one knee.

The elleth stood back up with her scimitar swords still in hand, and she glared back at him, realizing he was the one who had dared attack her in such a manner.

“Are you able to walk, captain?” Thranduil asked in his deep, commanding voice while his body was still facing the masked warrior. In truth, he felt relieved that Tauriel was still alive, but as was customary in his demeanor, he didn’t show it.

“Yes, my lord. I am weary from the fight, but I can still move.” Tauriel replied, comforted by the sight of the Elvenking himself coming to her aid.

“Good.” He nodded and advanced toward the masked elleth with steady purpose.

“My lord, please wait! She saved my life!” Tauriel exclaimed, trying to stop the confrontation that was about to break out, but she knew her words would likely fall on deaf ears if the king had already made up his mind about whatever he was planning on doing.

Thranduil had heard his captain loud and clear, but he kept walking nonetheless.

He didn’t know what had transpired between the two ellith before he arrived, but he was already aware that the mysterious figure had saved Tauriel somehow as soon as he saw the corpses of the remaining six beasts on the ground.

Tauriel was a skilled warrior, but he highly doubted she could have taken all those monsters down on her own, as injured and exhausted as she was, without knowing their vital points in advance.

Thanking the masked elleth for saving his captain’s life might have been the appropriate course of action to follow under different circumstances, but the fact still remained that all those elves had stepped into the Woodland Realm territory without his knowledge, and they were hiding their identities for some reason.

Thus, he needed answers, and the cloaked female was his best chance at getting them—regardless of who she was.

Thranduil took a quick look at the mysterious elleth as he was approaching her.

As he neared, he studied her. Her attire was similar to the other cloaked elves seen earlier that night, but with striking differences: a golden circlet with an emerald stone rested on her forehead, her mask was red instead of black, and her twin scimitars were far more ornate. Her cloak, open at the front with an elaborate hood, extended to her upper arms and was longer than the others’.

Beneath it, she wore a long-sleeved red leather tunic adorned with golden patterns, a battle corset, trousers under a slit skirt, laced over-the-knee boots, and fingerless gloves.

There was no doubt about it; that elleth had to be the leader of the bunch judging from appearances alone and her commanding presence.

Thranduil couldn’t help but wonder about the strange but convenient circumstances that had played out before him at that moment. Who better to share the information that he was seeking than the leader of the group herself?

With his thoughts already in place, the king proceeded to speak.

“Who are you? And what are you doing in my lands?” He demanded firmly, almost upon her.

However, he was not able to take another step further when the mysterious figure rapidly sheathed her scimitar swords and recited a spell.

“Ramba Nár! (Wall of Flames!)” The elleth commanded, sweeping her index finger across the ground to summon a towering barrier of fire.

Thranduil’s sharp Elven instincts kicked in, and he jumped a few feet back, putting a safe distance between him and the fire. His eyes widened a bit as he realized how far and high the flames had expanded.

‘Did she just conjure fire out of nowhere?’ He wondered, trying to make sense of the sight before him.

Unlike Tauriel, he had not been there when the elleth used her abilities to fight off the beasts, so he was witnessing her power on display for the very first time.

He didn’t believe her intention with that fire spell had been to kill him, but he did take it as her warning for him to back off, which he did.

Tauriel, on the other hand, could only observe everything that was taking place at a distance with a shocked expression. She had attempted to prevent Thranduil from confronting the masked female for obvious reasons. She had the ability to bend fire at will, and her skill with the twin scimitar swords was quite formidable. However, the Elvenking could be pretty lethal as a master swordsman himself whenever he felt the need for it. Thus, she had a feeling the upcoming confrontation was not going to end well for either of them if they kept at it.

Thranduil's sight adjusted to the smoke coming out of the fire barrier, and he was able to see through the flames a bit more clearly.

He noticed the mysterious elleth standing on the other side of the fire as she stared back at him.

Her bright emerald green eyes had turned shimmering scarlet, and they had a faint inner glow to them. He presumed that was an effect of her using a power of such magnitude. 

Without a word, Thranduil sheathed his two swords and approached cautiously.

He didn’t know the extent of the elleth’s abilities, so being the intelligent warrior that he was, he opted for a more subtle approach to try getting information out of her.

If she had wanted him dead, she could have made an attempt on his life with that power of hers way sooner; not that he would've just let her get away with it that easily, of course. 

When he stood in front of her at the other side of the fire barrier, the elleth lightly moved her fingers. Soon after, the fire barrier fell just enough for them to see each other clearly but remained high enough to block passage.

His eyes momentarily scanned the area around her silhouette as he sensed a strong energy radiating from it.  

Her fëa was powerful… very powerful.

“Regroup!” she commanded, eyes locked on the king.

At that moment, the other eight cloaked elves jumped in and kneeled down a few feet behind her as they awaited her next order. She kept looking at him with her blazing eyes for a few more seconds before she finally spoke to him.

“A storm is coming.” She remarked. Her voice was firm but sublime in a very enigmatic way.

Thranduil directed an intense look back at her, realizing she had quoted his exact thoughts from earlier.

“We are not the enemy, Elvenking.” She emphasized.

Thranduil kept staring back at her blankly, not wanting to give away any expression of doubt or hesitation at her remarks, even though his mind was filled with questions.

It was quite apparent that the mysterious elleth knew who he was, and she wanted him to be aware of that fact. Nevertheless, what was it that she knew exactly? And what did that have to do with everything?

He was about to voice his inquiries; however, she cut him off before he got the chance.

“That is all you ought to know… for now.”

With that, she broke their gaze performed swift hand gestures.

“Lerya! (Release!)” The fire barrier vanished at her command, and she immediately retreated into the trees behind her, followed closely by her group of elves. 

Thranduil watched her disappear into the wilderness as the events of the evening drew to a close.

Their eradication mission had succeeded, but not without a cost. Elvish blood was spilled that night, and lives were lost. 

They needed to return to the palace swiftly to tend wounds, honor the fallen, and investigate what had happened.

Many questions remained, and Thranduil knew he had much to unravel in the days ahead.

Yet one task rose above the rest: He needed to find out who in the world that elleth was, how she came to possess such a rare power, and what her connection was to the faceless threat lurking in the shadows. 

Clarity would come soon enough.

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Chapter Text

A week passed since Thranduil led the eradication mission in the forest and crossed paths with the mysterious elleth.

The memorial ceremony honoring those who fell on the mission had been the king's first priority, as expected. However, he was finally able to gather all the reports from the incident soon after the somber gathering took place.

The most important witness of the night was Tauriel, without question. After all, she got to observe the masked elleth's abilities more closely and had some sort of exchange with her prior to his arrival at the attack site. In order to look further into the matter, Thranduil summoned the captain for a debrief meeting at the war council room.

The Elvenking was wearing his red velvet robe and had his sword strapped to the waist, as it was customary. He went over Tauriel's official report, then proceeded to ask further questions about her encounter with the masked elleth.

"She had already performed two fire spells by the time I arrived then?" Thranduil reconfirmed.

"Yes, my lord. She chanted all her spells in ancient Elvish, as far as I recall." Tauriel pointed out.

"That fact remains consistent enough. She also spoke Quenya when she cast the fire barrier in my presence." The king corroborated. "She said something to you prior to my arrival, didn't she?"

Tauriel was slightly taken aback by the question, a reaction that did not go unnoticed by the king.

"Um… Yes, my lord." She answered in a hesitant manner.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the captain's odd response. She seemed slightly restless about her encounter with the mysterious elleth for some reason.

"Very well… What was it?" He inquired, trying to get to the bottom of it.

Tauriel sighed before resigning herself to speak. "The elleth said she couldn't reveal their identity just yet; but she explicitly stated… that I am one of them, sire." She remarked.

The king's expression turned to one of confusion following the revelation.

"However, I have no idea who they are or what she was talking about in particular, my lord." Tauriel clarified.

Thranduil's gaze softened slightly as he was now able to understand why his captain seemed hesitant to speak further about the matter.

Tauriel did not recall much of her life prior to her parents' passing. She was both an orphan and a very young elfing at the time he found her wondering alone in the forest. The Mirkwood scouts had informed him that an orc attack had taken place a few days prior. However, he was not present at her parents' camp settlement when tragedy stroke and the circumstances surrounding the incident remained obscure until the present day. Consequently, her past had been shrouded in mystery.

If the masked elleth's words were true to any extent, then some aspects of Tauriel's past were likely to unfold. Understandably, the thought was casting a shadow of doubt in the captain's mind.

In any case, Thranduil was not keen on believing the fire-wielder's claims to be true just yet, given that they still did not know who she was or what her motives were to begin with. Thus, he remained skeptical.

"There is more, my lord." Tauriel remarked, getting the king's full attention once again.

She took a scroll out of one of her pockets and handed it to Thranduil.

"She gave me this. She said it would lead me to the truth, even though I am not entirely sure what she meant by it."

He carefully took the scroll from her hands and eyed the parcel for a few seconds.

"It is still closed." The Elvenking pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. I was waiting for the right time to open it, my lord. The contents might give us more insight into the mysterious elleth, so I thought it would be more appropriate to inspect the document at one of our debrief meetings." Tauriel remarked.

"Understood. That was a good call, captain." Thranduil corroborated.

He proceeded to open the scroll with tact, and his expression turned to one of wonder as he first inspected the contents of it.

The king placed the open parchment at the center of the table so Tauriel could have a better look. The scroll did not contain any text, but there was a rare Elven insignia displayed on it. Moreover, the crest resembled the shape of a sun.

"I do not think I have ever seen this emblem before, my lord." Tauriel remarked with a confused expression.

He was not surprised by her comment, considering that Tauriel was only six hundred years old—a fairly young age in Elven years. However, he had been around since the First Age and seen all sorts of historic emblems throughout his long life.

He did not recognize the symbol entirely, but something about it looked somewhat familiar.

"This is ancient… Very ancient. Probably a symbol of Quenyan origins." Thranduil stated. "I believe I might have seen similar iconography in transcriptions from the Eastern lands, but I am not entirely sure."

"Do you believe the scroll has magical properties, sire?" Tauriel asked, turning her attention towards the king.

"There is only one way to find out." He responded.

Thranduil was never keen on seeking counsel outside of his realm; however, the situation at hand required special measures. In order for him to get answers, he would have to involve them.

"Tauriel, summon one of the royal messengers to my study in an hour. I will send word to Lord Elrond in order to request a meeting with the White Council. They might be able to provide more information about the scroll and its significance." The king instructed.

"Yes, my lord!" Tauriel responded.

"In the meantime, I will gather a company for the expedition to Imladris. You will join us as well." He remarked. "The masked elleth gave this scroll to you personally. Thus, it is only appropriate that you keep holding on to it and partake in the meeting with the White Council. We will be on our way as soon as we hear back from Lord Elrond, assuming that he will authorize the meeting in the first place." Thranduil stated, folding the parchment and giving it back to Tauriel.

She took the scroll from him and nodded in understanding.

"Those are my orders for the time being, captain. Get to it!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Tauriel left the war council room to get back to her duties right away. Her expression morphed into a smile, and her eyes glinted with excitement at the chance to travel.

The king had set strict departure rules in the realm after the Battle of the Five Armies, so it had been ages since she got to venture past their patrol routes. Hence, if Elrond agreed to host the council meeting, she would get a chance to see Rivendell and meet the other Elven rulers in person for the very first time in her life.

Tauriel was still on edge about the masked elleth's words, but she was looking forward to the journey ahead, as it would provide a much-needed distraction from the shadows of doubt roaming in her mind.

...

- A few weeks later, at Rivendell -

Elrond was sitting at his desk while holding a letter from the Woodland Realm delivered by one of the Elvenking's royal messengers. He read the contents of the parchment one more time, before proceeding to speak with Galadriel, Celeborn, and Gandalf via ósanwe; the ability to communicate through minds.

'Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, and Master Gandalf… I apologize, as I know the hour is late, but I'm afraid there is a situation that seems somewhat urgent. King Thranduil is requesting a meeting with the White Council. Mirkwood was attacked, and other events took place, which he would rather discuss in person.' He remarked.

'Thranduil seeking counsel? That is quite unusual for the Elvenking.' Gandalf stated, sounding slightly surprised by the news.

'The king's path has been shifting since the Battle of the Five Armies, Mithrandir. His call for a council meeting might seem unexpected, but the timing, not so much. I have sensed a growing evil in the shadows as of late.' Galadriel responded in her reflective voice.

Elrond and Celeborn were not entirely sure what she meant by the first part of her statement. However, they did corroborate her remarks on a faceless evil that seemed to be on the rise.

'I have sensed it as well. A dark presence is approaching.' Celeborn stated. 'The fact that the Elvenking is the one requesting the summoning goes to show how dangerous this faceless threat might turn out to be.'

'I agree, Lord Celeborn. We should attend to this matter at once. Could you all make your way to Imladris at this time?' Elrond inquired.

'Yes, that should be possible.' Gandalf responded.

'Indeed.' Galadriel followed suit.

'Very well. I will issue my confirmation to King Thranduil tomorrow and begin preparations accordingly.' Elrond concluded.

…

Thranduil and his company departed for Rivendell shortly after Elrond's response was delivered, and several weeks went by in the blink of an eye. The king was riding his great elk at the front of the party, while Tauriel and the others followed behind with their horses.

Elrond welcomed them personally at the time of their arrival, and they settled in until the day for the council meeting had finally come.

Thranduil was wearing a blue velvet robe over his silver tunic and a matching circlet with a sapphire on his forehead. He had restrained himself from using his traditional crown out of respect for Elrond, as he was the lord presiding over Imladris, not himself.

Even though the other Elven rulers did not concern themselves with certain royal costumes as much as he did, Thranduil still made sure to pay his respects to them in his own way. They'd had their occasional differences of opinion on certain matters; however, they had successfully maintained fair diplomatic relationships between the Elven realms and everybody was always cordial whenever they were in need of collaboration.

The council attendees were presently at one of Rivendell's outdoor halls as their meeting followed the course.

Tauriel placed the scroll at the center table while Thranduil recapped the events that took place at Mirkwood. Everybody was standing close by and listening to him attentively.

"So this masked elleth that you speak of was able to materialize fire at will?" Celeborn inquired with an intrigued expression.

"Yes." The king reconfirmed. "I am aware that the ability to bend the elements is not uncommon amongst yourselves, ring-bearers and wizards. However, the elleth in question was able to perform fire spells without the assistance of a ring of power or any other magical objects, for that matter. I have never seen anything quite like it." He stated as he folded his arms across his back and continued pacing around them.

Tauriel was quietly listening to the Elven rulers discussing the matter at hand, while Galadriel was looking at the scroll attentively.

"I was able to find illustrations similar to that sun emblem in some of our historic manuscripts." Elrond pointed out, placing a few documents close to the scroll on the table. "It appears that the insignia is a sigil of sorts linked to the Far East. However, I did not find any records of Elven factions bearing that crest in particular." Elrond noted with a puzzled look.

'Hm... That emblem is, in fact, linked to the Eastern lands then. I figured as much…' Thranduil thought, realizing that some of his initial assumptions had been correct.

One of the manuscripts at the table caught the Elvenking's attention. He stood close to it and stared at the parchment for a brief moment.

The manuscript contained the same sun emblem as the one in the scroll, but there was also a pictogram and a line of text below it.

The pictogram appeared to be a primitive drawing of a faceless, hooded figure with some sort of blaze coming out of its hands. Tauriel stepped forward, looking at the image with some degree of interest.

"My lord, the attire on that figure resembles the one wore by the masked elleth that night, doesn't it?" Tauriel asked inquisitively.

"Yes, it does." Thranduil responded, looking at the pictogram for a few more seconds before shifting his attention to the line of text below.

"Aista nár." Celeborn read the text out loud as he stood beside the king. "That is Quenya for 'sacred flame'." He pointed out.

"Hm… It seems like the power wielded by that elleth might have ancient origins." Gandalf pointed out as he leaned on his staff.

"My lords… Captain Tauriel… Apologies for the sudden interruption, but could you please remove all the manuscripts brought by Lord Elrond from the table, and step back for a moment?" Galadriel inquired as her eyes were still fixated on the scroll.

The others looked at her in confusion, but ultimately did as she asked.

Galadriel's long white dress floated behind her in a graceful manner as she walked forward.

The Lady of Lórien stood in front of the center table, then proceeded to voice her thoughts.

"This scroll is emanating some sort of energy. I sensed it as soon as King Thranduil and his company arrived at Imladris, but none of you did for some reason." Galadriel pointed out.

Thranduil went on alert, and the others stepped back looking at the scroll with some caution.

"Do not fear. The energy coming out of the scroll is not evil. I already made sure to test that by several means." Galadriel reassured them calmly.

Tauriel looked at the Lady of Light in surprise, wondering how she was able to do that in the first place.

"I believe I should be able to extract more information from the scroll if I tap into that energy. Please step further back." Galadriel requested, and the others followed suit.

She positioned her hand over the scroll and closed her eyes. In that moment, the sun emblem on the scroll glowed, and she started having visions. Everybody in the hall was looking at her with a startled expression.

Galadriel opened her eyes after a few seconds, recalling some of the things she had seen.

"Winds from the East... A wielder of flames… A dominion, once shattered, now reformed… The blue darkness-slayers, guiders… A corrupted servant… Beasts from the abyss… That is as far as my sight could reach." Galadriel stated, moving her hand back to her side in a delicate manner.

Tauriel seemed confused by her words. However, Gandalf and the rest of the Elven lords proceeded to make conjectures of their own, as they were more used to discussing Galadriel's cryptic visions.

"We could assume that the 'wielder of flames' is the mysterious masked elleth that you've met?" Celeborn asked, redirecting his attention to Thranduil, who nodded in response.

"The phrase 'Winds from the East' might be pointing to a specific location. The faceless threat is probably coming from that direction, given that the emblem itself is linked to the Eastern lands." Elrond remarked with an inquisitive look as he looked at the scroll once again.

"Most likely." Thranduil corroborated. "The statement 'A dominion once shattered, now reformed' is an insightful one, as well. Perhaps a faction of elves rallying under the sun crest has re-emerged?" He speculated, folding his arms across his back once again as he resumed his pacing.

"That might be the case." Celeborn stated.

"One that note, the quote 'Beasts from the abyss' is probably making reference to the monsters that attacked Mirkwood. Other unknown evil creatures might be roaming Middle-earth as we speak." Elrond remarked, looking at Thranduil. The king nodded in agreement.

"And then, there is the 'corrupted servant'… The one being behind the attack most likely, but who could that be?" Gandalf inquired, submerged in his own thoughts.

"My lords… my lady… the scroll is still glowing."

Everybody looked back at the parchment in wonder, following Tauriel's notice.

'Lady Galadriel…' A female voice already familiar to the Elvenking and his captain echoed in the minds of everybody in the meeting hall.

All of them reacted in surprise and looked around, trying to locate the source of the voice.

"Did you all hear that?" Celeborn inquired, looking at the others.

They all nodded back.

'You already unsealed the magic scroll that I handed to Captain Tauriel, I see. Impressive.' The voice echoed in everyone's mind once again.

Tauriel's attention peaked at the mention of her name. "It is her. The mysterious elleth!" She whispered loud enough for everybody to listen.

"She is speaking to our thoughts from a location at distance, it seems." Elrond commented, looking around in a calm manner.

'She decided to reach out herself then. What is she up to now?'  Thranduil thought, narrowing his gaze slightly.

The mysterious elleth proceeded to address the whole group.

'Members of the White Council and acquaintances, I am speaking through a spell that was triggered when Lady Galadriel tapped into the scroll. All of you can hear me, but only Lady Galadriel can speak back to me.' The elleth explained.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at her remarks. What sort of covert magic was she performing at the time?

He shifted his attention back to the scene when Galadriel proceeded to engage with the mysterious elleth.

"Understood, elf-maiden. Would you be kind enough to provide your name?" Galadriel responded in a calm manner, encouraging her to speak further.

'Most certainly, my lady. My name is Reiya Urendir. I am a Sinda elf from distant lands and the one who intercepted the attack at Mirkwood, along with a group of elves that I command. As some of you have already witnessed, I possess a very…peculiar ability.' She emphasized.

Thranduil pondered the elleth's words as he kept making speculations.

So she claimed to be a Sinda elf then... Intriguing. That would certainly help explain the rare nature of her power to some extent. 

He continued listening to the exchange, as the unforeseen interaction between the two ellith unfolded.

"Mae lovannen (Well met), Lady Reiya. You have our attention." Galadriel responded, cordially acknowledging the elleth's self-introduction. "Could you share further information about your identity and the causes behind the attack at Mirkwood, if you may?" Galadriel inquired in a respectful manner.

'Yes, my lady. That is actually one of the reasons why I sought to establish contact with all of you in the first place. I had intended to warn you about the lurking menace. There is a dark force threatening to destroy Middle-earth at the present time, and the attack at Mirkwood was only but a small fraction of it.'

Elrond and Gandalf's faces grew slightly pale at Reiya's remark.

'There is much more that I need to tell you. However, I'm afraid this means of communication might not be the most suitable for the purpose of sharing the rest of the details more thoroughly. I have a suggestion, if you find it feasible, that is.'

Thranduil's attention peaked at her comment. He stopped walking to listen to the elleth more attentively.

"Very well. What is it that you'd like to suggest, Lady Reiya?" Galadriel inquired.

'I am aware that all of you are currently at Imladris, as I happen to be in close proximity myself.' She pointed out. 'I followed the traces of energy coming out of the scroll, and they led me here, as well.'

All of them were surprised by her comment, except for Galadriel. She had a feeling that Reiya was somewhere nearby as soon as she began speaking to her; however, she couldn't pinpoint her exact location for some reason.

Thranduil narrowed his gaze and looked at the lands surrounding the manor, wondering where exactly the mysterious elleth was hiding. He wouldn't be able to spot her with his Elven sight alone, considering how vast those lands were.

'I can grant you a hearing there tonight at the seventh hour. I usually travel with a company and keep my identity concealed when I am on the road due to the risks linked to my title and station. However, I will reveal my face and everything else shall be addressed when I stand in front of you.' Reiya explained.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow in wonder, making notice of the elleth's commanding and eloquent tone as she continued to speak.

'There is another alternative to my suggestion, of course. I can simply stand down and let you defend your lands as you see fit without my interference. If that is the case, you shall never see me again throughout the course of this war, while I defend my people and the rest of Middle-earth to the best of my abilities.' Reiya stated in an assertive manner.

"A war against whom?" Gandalf whispered to himself and those standing close to him.

Galadriel turned her face towards Elrond as he contemplated Reiya's suggestion.

Thranduil, on the other hand, narrowed his gaze while his expression remained cautious.

He had a feeling that Reiya was testing them somehow, even though he did not know what she was testing for exactly.

Moreover, he suspected that she held a position of the highest authority in her faction, judging from the way she was speaking to them alone. That elleth was clearly used to giving orders, and she did not fear voicing her thoughts in their presence. Something about that had annoyed him slightly.

'The decision is yours to make, my lords and lady. I shall accept the outcome, no matter what. However, time is of the essence. What say you?' She inquired.

The king chuckled lowly at her statement.

'A bit impatient, isn't she?' Thranduil thought as he was starting to get a sense of Reiya's personality. That was definitely a trait he could have bent in his favor, if he'd been the one speaking to her at that moment.

He directed his attention to Elrond and Galadriel, who seemed to be having an inner dialogue of their own. The two of them nodded to one another at one point, then Galadriel proceeded to speak out loud.

"Your request for a hearing will be granted, Lady Reiya. We will meet you tonight at the suggested time and you ought to follow our protocols accordingly." Galadriel confirmed.

'Understood, my lady. I will do my part as well." Reiya assured her. "Gratitude for your time. I shall see you all later then.' She concluded.

The scroll stopped glowing following her statement, and the unforeseen exchange was over.

Elrond proceeded to discuss the preparations for the hearing with Galadriel and Celeborn right after.

Tauriel, on the other hand, was pondering her own thoughts as she realized they would meet the mysterious elleth face-to-face that night. The words that Reiya spoke to her at the attack site kept playing in her head over and over. Thus, she hoped to learn the meaning behind such words soon enough.

"Lords Elrond and Celeborn, Lady Galadriel, a word of advice." Thranduil addressed his peers as he approached them. "I recommend that certain safety measures are put in place for the hearing tonight. That elleth… Reiya, as she called herself, is both a formidable warrior and spell master. We do not know the full extent of her power yet, or the reach of her enemies, for that matter. Thus, we should properly guard ourselves, given the current circumstances." He explained.

They considered Thranduil's suggestion, and nodded at one another in agreement.

"That sounds like a reasonable idea, King Thranduil. You shall take charge of the safety protocols planned for the night. Feel free to rely on Lindir and Haldir for any assistance you may need on our behalf. We'll take care of the rest." Elrond stated.

Thranduil nodded his head in acknowledgement.

The Elvenking then proceeded to walk to one of the indoor council rooms at the manor, followed closely behind by Tauriel.

'You had your hearing granted without revealing your role in all of this, but I am not so easily swayed. I will find out who you really are, Reiya.' Thranduil pondered, as he narrowed his gaze in growing anticipation.

A/N: The OC's name is officially revealed!

Reiya speaking her mind and showing some of that inner fire already. Thranduil is in for a ride with this one lol.

More puzzles to be uncovered in the next chapter!

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- At Rivendell -

A full moon was shining brightly in the sky, and nocturnal animals could be heard serenading on the horizon. The lively halls of Elrond's home were oddly quiet that night, as everybody awaited the arrival of the fire-wielder elleth.

Thranduil was personally overseeing the safety measures put in place for the anticipated moment, as planned. He was wearing a set of light armor, along with his pair of ornate swords.

The Elvenking stood at a hidden location on the second floor of the manor, which allowed for a clear view of the entrance gate. Tauriel, Feren, and Haldir were also there with him, ready to follow his instructions each step of the way.

Elrond's twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir, were scouting the surrounding areas with their horses to keep an eye out for any unusual sightings. Meanwhile, Lindir was downstairs in front of the entrance gate, waiting for Reiya and her company to arrive.

Even though the hallways and corridors of the manor appeared to be empty at first glance, there were guards strategically placed in certain areas so they could step out and defend the settlement immediately, should there be a need for it. Thranduil was also ready to intervene himself if any unforeseen setbacks were to take place.

The king's attention peaked when they heard steady horse gallops coming from the road outside, followed by footsteps. Just a few seconds later, Reiya's company made its appearance at the entrance gate.

Tauriel's eyes widened with anticipation at the sight of the elleth, as she hoped to get the answers she had been longing for.

Reiya was wearing the same elaborate red mask and hooded cloak as the night of the attack. However, her outfit underneath was slightly different, and her two scimitar swords were strapped to the waist. All the elves in her company were also cloaked, and most of them were armed, just like Thranduil anticipated.

Her group was comprised of various ellith with spears who stood around her, several ellyn with scimitar swords strapped to their backs close behind, and a few unarmed elf-maidens at her side. Reiya stepped forward when Lindir approached them.

"Lady Reiya, I presume?" Lindir inquired in a polite manner.

She bowed her head in confirmation.

"My name is Lindir. I am one of Lord Elrond's overseers here at his residence. Welcome to Imladris, my lady." Lindir put his hand over his shoulder to greet her, per their Elvish customs.

"Mae govannen (Well met), Lindir of Imladris. Gratitude for your welcome." Reiya saluted him back in the same manner.

…

"Is that the elleth in question, King Thranduil?" Haldir asked while watching Reiya's company from their hidden location.

"Yes, that is her. You may proceed." Thranduil responded as his gaze remained focused on the scene downstairs.

Haldir made a hand gesture to one of the guards placed in Lindir's line of sight to confirm that Reiya had been properly identified. Lindir discretely nodded his head in acknowledgement and continued speaking with the elleth.

…

"Lord Elrond has personally requested that I escort you to the hearing hall, my lady. Please follow me." Lindir stated.

"Understood, and yes. Lead the way." Reiya responded.

She and her company proceeded to walk inside.

Thranduil and the other elves in his location also began making their way to the hall. They were taking a shortcut that would lead them there before Reiya's party reached the site.

The reception and partial identification of the fire-wielder elleth had proceeded without any hurdles. However, the Elvenking remained vigilant, as the upcoming hearing would be the most crucial moment of the night.

…

The hall reserved for the hearing was an outdoor space with a large committee table on a higher floor and a speaker platform down some stairs in front of it.

Five people were sitting at the table, partially distanced from one another, while some of their subjects or peers stood behind them on each side.

From right to left, there was Gandalf, who was sitting on his own; Elrond, accompanied by Arwen and Erestor, his chief counselor; Celeborn and Galadriel, joined by Haldir and one of their expedition guards; and Thranduil, with Feren and Tauriel watching over his back.

Once they arrived at the hall, Reiya and her company walked through an open corridor surrounded by guards at each side.

She partially lifted her hand, signaling everybody in the group to stand at the end of the corridor as she continued walking to the speaker platform on her own.

Thranduil narrowed his eyes at the elleth, keeping his watch at all times. Galadriel, on the other hand, looked at her with a neutral expression while making conjectures of her own.

'The energy that was coming out of the scroll... I can also sense it within her.' The Lady of Light pondered.

Reiya stepped onto the platform and looked at everybody attentively before addressing the group.

"Members of the White Council, Elven rulers, and their acquaintances, I thank you for taking the time to meet with me." She bowed her head to them as a sign of respect. "As promised, and with your permission, I will reveal my face so we can speak properly."

Elrond nodded at her as she carried on.

'Very well... Let's see who is the elleth beneath the mask.' Thranduil thought, looking at her attentively.

Reiya carefully removed her mask and hood, revealing the most vivid shade of red hair he had ever seen in his life. Thranduil's lips parted slightly, taking notice of all the traits that distinguished her appearance.

She had pale skin, delicate features that complemented her bright emerald green eyes, pink full lips, and long red hair that fell below her waist, loosely pulled to one side. Her hair did not contain any ornaments or braids like most elves; however, her strands were laid down in light layers and waves that gave a certain movement to it.

Her frame was very feminine but notably fit. She had a slim waist, wide hips perfectly proportional to her figure, and a curvy chest. She was also slightly taller than Tauriel and exerted a peculiar air with her presence.

Red was clearly the signature color that identified the group of strangers, and Reiya was showcasing that color in almost every piece of clothing that night.

The attire beneath her cloak consisted of a leather set of red clothing pieces, which included a long dress with two front slits on the skirt, trousers underneath, laced knee-boots, a corset covering her mid-section, and a short vest with long lace-up sleeves. She was also wearing a lightly ornamented golden circlet with an emerald stone on her forehead, which was partially covered by her long red hair. Her attire was quite stylish for a mere traveling outfit, and she wore clothes incredibly well.

Reiya seemed older than Tauriel and Legolas, but not quite as old as himself and the other Elven rulers. If he had to make a guess, he'd say that she was probably around three thousand years old, which would equal early to mid-adulthood in Elven years.

Even though her expression was calm and collected at that moment, her eyes carried the weight of an elf who had witnessed many evils in the world. It seemed like she had experienced her fair share of battles throughout her lifetime—perhaps way too many for her apparent age. Moreover, she looked like someone who had to undertake a role of leadership rather early in her life.

There was also something alluring about her... Almost bewitching.

Elves were innately beautiful creatures. However, the elleth standing before them had been blessed with plenty of it—a distinctive kind of beauty that was rare.

Thranduil was not oblivious to the fact that Reiya was attractive in his eyes. Nevertheless, her beauty was misleading and even deadly to some extent, given that she could burn a man alive with her abilities quite easily.

He wouldn't be so foolish as to be deceived by her agreeable appearance and meet such a mundane fate, of course. His mind was not that gullible.

Thus, he was not going to let his guard down until he was absolutely certain that Reiya was not a part of the lurking threat or an entirely different one on her own. She was still an anomaly among them, and a highly unpredictable one at that, so he would remain cautious for the time being.

Thranduil was brought out of his thoughts when the elleth of interest proceeded to speak.

"Good. We can resume our conversation now." Reiya remarked with a polite smile.

She proceeded to pace towards the right side of the platform. Meanwhile, the king followed her with his gaze, taking in every gesture, mannerism, and word disclosed by her as he continued studying her.

"My mentors have taught me a lot about you over the years." Reiya's smile lightened a bit as she looked at the floor. "Thus, I am somewhat familiar with your names and titles, your realms and battles, your outstanding victories, as well as your inevitable defeats." She stated, looking at each of the Elven rulers on the table.

Her expression, however, turned slightly serious as she continued speaking.

"I even know about the rings of power that some of you possess. It is quite remarkable, the things that you have been able to accomplish with those." She emphasized as she gradually turned around to walk towards the other side of the platform.

Everybody at the table area seemed slightly surprised, wondering how this elleth, unknown to all of them, had come to learn about such an imperative matter. Thranduil's expression hardened as he maintained his caution toward her.

"Yet, you were not aware of my existence until very recently; an unfortunate consequence of the on-going war, and that vile servant of Sauron that my people have been fighting for millennia." Reiya pointed out with a hint of disdain.

Thranduil narrowed his eyes sharply, and Gandalf and Elrond tensed at the mention of the Dark Lord. Celeborn looked somewhat concerned, and Galadriel remained neutral.

The pending evil was linked to Sauron then...

That revelation in particular did not come as a surprise for the Elven rulers, given that the spirit of the Dark Lord had endured the passage of time, as confirmed throughout the conflict at Erebor. However, something about the lurking servant acting on Sauron's behalf felt quite ominous, in view of the recent events.

Making notice of their reactions, the fire-wielder elleth continued speaking.

"Nevertheless, this is a fateful day, as your eyes will be finally opened to the events unfolding." She stated.

Reiya then stopped in the area in front of the Elvenking, and lifted her head to meet him with a fervent stare.

She remained quiet for a brief moment as Thranduil held her gaze relentlessly. Her enigmatic emerald green eyes were fixated on his, not backing down at the sight of him.

Making notice of that, the Elvenking's stare slowly turned into a bit of a glare as his icy blue eyes pierced into her very core.

Intrigued by the peculiar exchange, Galadriel discreetly glanced at Thranduil, then at Reiya, and back at him. She then shifted her attention to the table and smiled subtly.

Tauriel, on the other hand, tightened her fingers nervously as she could feel the tension building up between her king and the fire-wielder elleth. She was the only one who had witnessed the first encounter between those two on the night of the attack at Mirkwood. Thus, she was quite aware of the heated confrontation that had transpired between them.

The others were just looking at Reiya waiting for her to proceed, seemingly oblivious to what was going on.

The elleth's silent stare finally ceased when she turned her attention towards the others. "I will reveal everything, as promised. Hence, two distinguished guests will join me for such a purpose." Reiya pointed out.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow, wondering who she was referring to.

"I shall bring forth my most trusted advisors. I believe Master Gandalf is already acquainted with the two of them, respectively." She stated, smiling politely at the Gray Wizard, who raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Following her statement, two concentrated spheres of blue magical energy appeared behind her all of a sudden. Soon after, two figures materialized out of the spheres as they stood on the platform.

The two individuals appeared to be elderly men with long gray beards wearing blue robes, hats of sorts, and golden belts. Moreover, their robes contained simplistic golden patterns at the ends of the sleeves, and their staffs resembled the one wielded by Gandalf. However, the shade of blue in their attire was slightly different from one another; one was cobalt blue, and the other was indigo. Their staffs were both made out of wood, but the stones at the top of them were somewhat distinct. One was diamond-shaped, and the other one was square-shaped.

Reiya smiled at her advisors in a welcoming manner, while everybody else looked visibly shocked at the sight of them.

Thranduil immediately went on alert when he realized the two individuals had not been in Reiya's company when she first came in. His hand was already on the hilt of his sword as he got ready to make a stance.

The two figures glanced at everybody on the table, but their gazes halted at the sight of the Gray Wizard.

"Gandalf?" The individual in the cobalt blue robe addressed him, stepping forward.

Mithrandir stood up from the table, and he gradually began approaching the two figures on the speaker platform as he spoke.

"Five wizards make up the Order of the Istari: I, Gandalf the Gray; Saruman the White; Radagast the Brown; and then there were the two Blues..." Gandalf emphasized as he stood in front of the figure in the cobalt blue robe. "Yes… I believe I remember their names now... Alatar and Pallando, wasn't it?" The Gray Wizard inquired, waiting for the two individuals' confirmation of his statement.

A few seconds passed, and the figure in front of him nodded and smiled.

"It's good to see you again, my friend." Alatar, the wizard in the cobalt blue robe, extended his arm to his peer in acknowledgement. Gandalf grabbed his forearm, returning the greeting.

"Greetings, friend. It's been a long time." Pallando, the wizard in the indigo robe, also approached Gandalf and greeted him in the same manner, with a light smile on his face.

Everybody at the table area looked more relaxed when Gandalf got reacquainted with the Blue Wizards.

Thranduil softened his grip on the hilt of his sword as their new guests appeared to be acquaintances rather than foes, but he remained observant regardless.

The Elvenking had never really trusted wizards the way his peers did.

He was aware that Radagast the Brown was living on the opposite end of the Mirkwood forest, but they never interacted with one another. The Brown Wizard seemed more concerned with the animals living in the woodlands than having dealings with elves, and the Elvenking himself did not have a particular need to seek him out either.

Saruman the White had always seemed way too sketchy for his liking. He'd never voiced his wariness about the White Wizard out loud, because Saruman was highly regarded as one of the Wise Ones. Thus, he had assumed that the other Elven rulers would not validate his opinions on the matter. The fact that his counsel would never be taken seriously in that regard had always aggravated him to some degree.

Nevertheless, he was acquainted enough with Gandalf to know that the Gray Wizard always acted in the interest of protecting others, regardless of their conflicting interests at times. Mirthrandir had also encouraged him to focus on rebuilding his relationship with Legolas instead of endlessly seeking the gems that would have belonged to his late wife.

That fact alone had persuaded the Elvenking to rely on Gandalf's intuition, just this once. If Mirthrandir was inclined to trust the Blue Wizards, then he would listen to what they had to say, at the very least. Reiya had introduced them as her advisors as well, so they were likely to provide valuable insight on everything that was going on.

"Where is Saruman? We assumed that he'd be present at this hearing since he is a member of the White Council?" Alatar inquired, noticing the absence of the White Wizard at the meeting hall.

"Yes. He would have attended the hearing if he were nearby, but he is not. He traveled east to subdue the remaining essence of the Necromancer, the incarnation of Sauron that unleashed a massive attack in Erebor thirty years ago." Gandalf pointed out.

Alatar and Pallando looked at each other in confusion, wondering why they were not able to sense the White Wizard's presence regardless. However, they quickly disregarded those thoughts and refocused on the issue at hand.

"Well, that shall be a conversation for another time, as we have other pressing matters that we should attend to now." Pallando remarked.

Gandalf nodded at the Blue Wizards and went back to sit at the table, while everybody kept listening to them attentively.

"Greetings, Members of the White Council. As Gandalf already established, we are Alatar and Pallando, the Blue Wizards from the Order of the Istari. We have also gone by the names Morinehtar and Rómestámo per the customs of your Elven ancestors. We have come before you at the turn of a tide to provide clarity and warn you of what's to come. In order to do that, however, we should go back to the time when our journey began." Pallando remarked.

"We traveled to Rhûn in order to join the fight against Sauron. Thus, our mission was to aid the tribes of men leading the resistance against his forces in those lands. However, we failed in the task, given that most of the Easterlings fell in battle or were ultimately persuaded to join the enemy forces." Alatar pointed out.

"We had believed that everything was lost. Nonetheless, we continued our journey further east until we reached the Land of the Sun. That is where we met Lady Reiya's kin. The elves in that land were one of the few groups that were still making a stand against the forces of evil." Pallando remarked, looking at Reiya approvingly, and she nodded back in acknowledgement.

"Elves in the Land of the Sun? Weren't those territories supposed to be uninhabited?" Celeborn inquired.

"We had assumed as much, Lord Celeborn. Nevertheless, we soon found that was not to be the case, and there is an explanation for it as we speak." Pallando pointed out.

"The ancestries of the elves are tracked back to certain regions of Arda. Particularly, it has been foretold that the first elves woke up in the region of Cuiviénen, at the shore of the Sea of Helcar. What most of the Western historic records do not indicate however, is that there was also a group of elves that woke up in the Land of the Sun and chose to remain there." Alatar clarified.

"Those elves built a nation that your histories deemed nameless, and later abandoned without any apparent reason. That nation is the one place where Lady Reiya's group came from." Pallando clarified.

"I see… That would help explain the vague historical references to an extinct and nameless settlement of elves presiding under a sun symbol." Elrond commented, remembering the manuscripts that they had inspected that morning.

"That is correct, Lord Elrond. That nation was ultimately destroyed by the enemy that presently threatens us all. However, a substantial number of elves living in those lands survived the catastrophe, and they sought a new life here in Middle-earth." Pallando remarked.

"In other words, my lords and ladies, those elves are still around and continue to resist the forces of evil. I am the one who commands them." Reiya pointed out, stepping forward. "My kin are the Sun-elves, or Anar elves, to make a clearer distinction. We came from the Land of the Sun, and the emblem in the scroll that I handed to Captain Tauriel is our sigil." Reiya explained, looking at them attentively.

Everybody at the table area had an intrigued expression on their faces, as they were getting acquainted with the new group of elves that had just been introduced to them.

Meanwhile, Thranduil was pondering inquiries of a more pragmatic nature.

They had already learned that the strangers were Sun-elves who had journeyed from the Far East. However, that fact only opened the door to more questions which remained unanswered.

Were those elves just a faction rallying against the unforeseen enemy in secret? Or was there more to their operations?

Likewise, were they always on the road? Or did they have some sort of settlement there in Middle-earth?

Inquiries still surrounded Reiya's command as well.

Leadership could take on many forms, depending on the actual role performed by those in positions of authority. Thus, was she the only one commanding such a group? Or were there others taking on a similar role?

They had not addressed Reiya's ability yet either, which clearly made her different from the other Sun-elves in many regards.

The Elvenking did not foresee the startling revelations that would follow next, as they concerned the nature of Reiya's power and her more formal role in the on-going war.

A/N: The world-building begins!

More big reveals coming up :)

In case you guys are wondering, the geography explained in this chapter has a foundation in the canon lore. See a couple of points below!

1. Tolkien's texts indicate that Middle-earth was only one of five continents in Arda (the world as a whole). There were the Undying Lands to the west; the Land of the Sun to the east; the Dark Land to the south; and the Frozen Sea to the north.
2. The Land of the Sun (the Eastern continent) was believed to be an uninhabited territory (The Shaping of Middle-earth, "V. The Ambarkanta: Map V").
3. The Blue Wizards traveled to the eastern side of Middle-earth to help men fight Sauron's forces, but it was implied that they failed on their mission (Unfinished Tales, "The Istari").
4. Since that part of the lore is shredded in mystery, I always wondered what would have happened if the Blue Wizards ventured further into the Eastern continent (The Land of the Sun) and met other elves there. Drawing on that curiosity, I imagined this new group of elves (the Sun-elves), which I am introducing in the context of this story.
5. Anar is 'Sun' in Elvish. So Anar elves = Sun-elves.
6. Reiya and the rest of the Anar elves are from the Land of the Sun. Thus, they are from an entirely different continent, even though they are currently residing in Middle-earth.
7. The Elvish names that Tolkien designated for the Blue Wizards (Morinehtar and Rómestámo) mean 'Darkness-slayer' and 'East-helper' (The Lord of the Rings, Appenix B; The Peoples of Middle-earth " Writings"). That is why I used the first of the two terms when Galadriel was describing her visions.
8. Canon characters on this chapter not featured in the films, but mentioned in the books!: Alatar and Pallando (The Blue Wizards), Erestor (Elrond's chief counselor); Elladan and Elrohir (Elrond's twin sons)

Chapter Text

- At Rivendell -

Everybody at the table looked at Reiya and the Blue Wizards inquisitively following their revelation about the Sun-elves.

Many aspects of the newly introduced group had yet to be addressed, understandably. Nevertheless, Galadriel proceeded to discuss the next subject of interest as the hearing resumed its course.

"We appreciate the detailed information that you've shared with us regarding the Sun-elves, Lady Reiya. I now wish to inquire about this… peculiar ability of yours, if I may?" She stated.

"By all means, Lady Galadriel. Ask away." Reiya responded with a polite smile.

Thranduil looked at the elleth with keen interest, as the mystery behind her power would finally be unveiled. Thus, the Lady of Light began her questioning.

"First of all, would you be kind enough to demonstrate your ability at this time?" Galadriel inquired in a serious manner.

Thranduil looked at the senior ruler with a startled expression.

He had been quite explicit about the sheer scale of Reiya's power at their meeting that morning, and yet, Galadriel wished for her to use her abilities there and then, in spite of the risks?

Reiya considered the implications of such a petition for a brief moment, but smiled respectfully at everybody after making up her mind.

"Indeed. King Thranduil and Captain Tauriel are the only ones amongst you who witnessed my ability in person, so it is only appropriate that all of you become familiar with the sight of it as well. I will manifest a small fraction of my power for such a purpose." Reiya then stepped forward. "Please do not fear, as I will not attack you. The Blue Wizards can vouch for me on that." She pointed out.

Following her statement, flames materialized over Reiya's palms, and her eyes turned shimmering scarlet, just like on the night of the attack at Mirkwood. She had an assertive look on her face as she observed everybody's reactions to her sudden transformation.

Feren and Haldir instinctively grabbed the hilt of their swords. Arwen stepped back slightly, and her eyes widened at the sight of the elleth in such a strange form. Tauriel did not move since she had already witnessed Reiya's transformation before, but her eyes were still in awe at the raw nature of her power.

Elrond and Celeborn leaned slightly forward on the table as they observed the elleth's new form attentively but warily, and Gandalf tightened his hold around his staff while shifting his posture a bit.

The only two spectators that did not appear to be shocked by the scene were Galadriel and Thranduil.

Reiya's haunting transformation was already a familiar sight to the Elvenking, but his lips parted slightly as he made notice of something new.

That was the very first time he got to watch the fire-wielder elleth use her abilities without a mask on, and the sight had certainly left a strong impression in his mind.

Her shimmering scarlet eyes now seemed to further accentuate the emotions disclosed by her delicate features, giving her more of an enigmatic but ominous aura. In that moment, she embodied a distinctive form of deadly beauty at its fullest. One that could burn, attack, and destroy at will.

Galadriel looked at Reiya with a scrutinizing expression before proceeding to speak.

"Thank you for demonstrating your ability, Lady Reiya." She stated in acknowledgement.

Reiya politely nodded to her as the flames dissipated from her hands, and her eyes turned back to their natural color.

"Now that all of us have had the opportunity to witness your transformation firsthand, we will proceed with our questions." The Lady of Lórien remarked. "What are you exactly? And what is this power that you possess?" She asked.

"I am a Krisha, my lady. Thus, my power is a force that I inherited through means of my bloodline." Reiya pointed out.

Everybody at the table seemed confused by the elleth's statement, as none of them were familiar with the term. Making a note of that, Reiya proceeded to explain herself further.

"The Krisha is a bloodline of Sindar elves who can wield fire at will by performing ancient Elvish spells and elemental control." She explained.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the revelation. The fact that Reiya was a Sinda elf justified her power to some extent after all.

"Understood, my lady. On that note, are there presently other Krisha such as yourself?" Elrond asked.

Reiya's expression turned slightly somber before responding to the question. "I'm afraid not, Lord Elrond. As far as we know, I am the only Krisha alive that remains." She stated.

Everybody went silent for a brief moment following her response.

If Reiya was indeed the last remaining Krisha, her family must have either sailed to the Undying Lands or perished somehow. All of them had experienced loss and were no strangers to grief, so they opted to respect the elleth's privacy in that regard.

The whole group shifted their attention to the Blue Wizards as they deviated from the solemn topic and continued discussing the main issue at hand.

"The power wielded by the Krisha is known as the Sacred Flame. It is a legendary force created by the Valar, which resides within the casters themselves." Alatar explained.

"The Sacred Flame, uh? Looks like Lord Celeborn's translations were accurate, as expected." Gandalf stated looking at Celeborn, who nodded back in acknowledgement.

"Lady Galadriel, there is an aspect of Reiya's power that relates to your own in a distinctive way, as well." Pallando remarked.

"You grew up under the light of the Trees of the Valar, and Lady Reiya wields a power that was created by the Valar themselves, as you already know. Consequently, the two of you have been highly exposed to the same divine energy, even though your powers manifested through different elements." Alatar explained.

"I see… I assume that is the reason I was the only one able to sense that energy in the scroll, and in Lady Reiya as well?" Galadriel inquired.

"You are correct, my lady." Pallando confirmed. "The scroll was a device of our making, as we knew you would be able to tap into that divine energy and link your mind to Lady Reiya's at the moment of contact." He pointed out.

"You have been regarded as the Lady of Light due to the nature of your power, correct? That would make Reiya, the Lady of Fire, in a matter of speaking." Alatar stated.

Reiya bowed her head in Galadriel's direction as a sign of the highest respect, now that both of them were aware of their shared quirk. Galadriel bowed back at her in response, fully acknowledging the elleth for what she was.

Elrond and Celeborn glanced at one another, unsure on how to process that bit of information. Thranduil, on the other hand, rolled his eyes in annoyance at the whole ordeal.

His mind primarily registered the following facts regarding Reiya's abilities; She possessed a power similar to Galadriel's in scope, but her power had manifested through the element of fire instead of light, because she was a Krisha.

To make matters even worse, Reiya was considerably younger, seemingly more reckless, and less lenient than the more experienced and mild-tempered Galadriel. Additionally, her power could potentially be more destructive due to her abilities being fire-based.

In other words, she was a problem, or she could become one in the future, at the very least.

Keeping the balance between the Elven realms was already challenging enough with Galadriel being the most powerful being in Middle-earth. Now there was another elleth with the same power potential to keep an eye on as well?

Thranduil sighed quietly, already sensing many of the repercussions that could arise from such a predicament.

He kept listening to the Blue Wizards, hoping there wouldn't be any more questionable surprises coming from them, even though deep down he had a feeling that was not to be the case.

"The Krisha have always served as rulers for the Sun-elves and protected all life against the forces of evil." Pallando remarked.

'…Rulers?' Thranduil pondered, wondering why the Blue Wizard had used a term of such weight so casually.

"That leads us to the second role that I am fulfilling in this rising conflict, my lords and ladies." Reiya stated, taking over the conversation.

Her next revelation came in one of the most unexpected lines that graced Thranduil's keen ears that night.

"In addition to being a Krisha, I am also Queen of Xandor, the Elven realm of the Eastern lands." Reiya emphasized with a commanding tone. "For short, you may refer to me as the Red Queen, per the traditions of my ancestors."

Following her statement, Reiya gracefully positioned two fingers over her right shoulder and lightly held the side of her skirt with the other hand while performing a royal salute of sorts for all of them.

Thranduil's eyes widened as he was trying to grasp the elleth's affirmation. 'What did she just say?'

"Xandor is the home and heart of the Sun-elves in Arda. A civilization devoted to the spirit of fire, which now presides as a restored domain here in the West. A kingdom concealed by the magic of the Blue Wizards, soon-to-be unfold, as the time has come for our nation to be acknowledged by the rest of the Elven realms in Middle-earth." Reiya stated, adopting a more regal posture and clasping her hands over her waist in a queen-like manner.

Everybody at the table looked either startled or suspicious following Reiya's claims.

Thranduil's expression remained blank, as his mind was attempting to tackle multiple questions at once.

An elf-queen? All that time, they had been speaking to a lady of such a station?

He had suspected that Reiya was an important leader of sorts from the very beginning, but never in a million years would he have ever considered the possibility that she was a queen, given that he was the only Elven ruler who had publicly claimed a royal title in the Third Age. That wouldn't be the case any longer, it seemed.

They also had that hidden realm of hers to consider—Xandor, as Reiya had called it. He was puzzled at the fact that a whole new Elven realm had been established in Middle-earth without their knowledge. But then again, the Blue Wizards had been involved in the concealment of such a realm.

Even though he was not very fond of wizards, Thranduil acknowledged the fact that they were powerful beings capable of great feats of magic, which rivaled or even surpassed those of the elves. Gandalf and Saruman's powers were proof of that.

Henceforth, the Blue Wizards could have cast some sort of spell so the Xandorian realm would remain hidden from sight and go undetected by the rest of their race.

Having two overseer wizards at her service had given the elf-queen quite an advantage in that regard. Additionally, the measure of concealing her realm in such a manner had been a smart move on her end.

On top of it all, Reiya did not name a king consort presiding by her side when she revealed her station, which implied that she was ruling that realm all on her own.

"You were quite eager to learn who I am." Reiya noted, gradually turning her face towards the Elvenking until she met his gaze once again. "Well, now you know." She emphasized with a slight, proud smile as she finally got to answer the one question that he'd asked that night at Mirkwood.

Thranduil leaned back into his chair and tactfully crossed his legs in Elvenking fashion while glaring at her. It was clear as day that her little remark had been intended for him.

Reiya wished for him to be aware of the fact that he was not the only Elven ruler meant to wear a royal crown, and she had been looking forward to his reaction to that fact, by the looks of it. That cunning elleth...

'This queen and I need to have a talk.' Thranduil reminded himself as he contemplated the self-proclaimed female monarch in front of him—the fervent ruler whose gaze had dared confront his own in a contest of stares that night.

…

A/N: The truth about Reiya is finally out!

We have a new queen in town! And Thranduil is having a hard time processing that lol. Unfortunately for the Elvenking, he is not going to like the bombshell that Reiya is dropping next either XD (Stay tuned for that!)

Even though Galadriel had both the power and ancestral lineage to make a claim to queenship, she preferred the titles 'Guardian' and 'Lady' when referring to her station in Lothlórien (the reasons for this have been highly debated among Tolkien fans and scholars).

Hence, Thranduil was the only ruler who held a royal title among the elves during the Third Age.

Well, not anymore in this particular story! 

A couple of points on our latest Elven realm, Xandor!

• The idea of Xandor existing as a hidden realm has precedence in Tolkien's earlier works.
• Due to the continuing wars in Middle-earth, elves had a strong tendency to establish hidden kingdoms throughout the First Age (Source: Dr. Tom Shippey - Tolkien scholar).
• Three examples of hidden Elven realms that are often referenced in this regard are Doriath (ruled by King Thingol), Nargothrond (ruled by King Finrod), and Gondolin (ruled by King Turgon) (Source: Dr. Tom Shippey - Tolkien scholar).
• Thus, the hidden Elven realm of Xandor (ruled by Queen Reiya) was conceived with that notion in mind.

Chapter Text

- At Rivendell -

Once their heated exchange of stares ran its course, Reiya finally broke her gaze away from the Elvenking and turned her attention to a different elf at the table area.

"Captain Tauriel."

The younger elleth was visibly surprised when the Red Queen addressed her in front of all the Elven rulers.

"Yes, my lady?" Tauriel responded.

"I have been forthcoming about my identity, per our agreement. Thus, the time has come for us to be candid about yours too, as it concerns both your ancestry and the attack at Mirkwood." Reiya pointed out in a serious manner.

'My…ancestry?' Tauriel wondered.

The king's interest immediately peaked since the following information would pertain to both his captain and his realm.

"You were born in the Woodland Realm; however, your parents were not." Reiya emphasized looking at her attentively.

Tauriel widened her eyes following the statement, and Thranduil raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Your parents were Sun-elves who survived the Fall of the Old Kingdom and came to Middle-earth seeking refuge, just like the rest of us. They must have found a new home in the Woodland Realm soon after they reached these lands." Reiya explained.

Tauriel was visibly shocked, and Thranduil's eyes widened slightly at the elleth's revelation.

"Moreover, the creatures that slaughtered your parents were no orcs, captain. They were Leapers—the same beasts that attacked Mirkwood the night that we met. I have made an extensive investigation into the events of the past, and all my sources support this notion." Reiya explained.

'Leapers… so that is what those filthy creatures were then?' Thranduil thought, remembering his fight with the horrid beasts.

The other Elven rulers remained quiet as they were pondering concerns. All of them had battled Sauron's evil forces for millennia, and yet they would have to face creatures that were completely unknown to them in the upcoming war. There was something very menacing about that thought.

"Leapers are bred for one goal only: to track and kill specific targets. Unfortunately, they will also slaughter whoever or whatever stands in the way of their pursuits." Reiya explained.

Tauriel widened her eyes in realization as she remembered the group of men traveling from Edoras who fell prey to the abhorrent beasts.

Reiya continued making her case while taking note of the captain's reactions.

"The servant of Sauron who destroyed the old kingdom of Xandor was the same entity that compelled those Leapers to attack Mirkwood in the first place. He has been on the hunt to eliminate all the Sun-elves in Middle-earth so we wouldn't make the other Elven realms aware of his existence." Reiya explained. "I'm afraid your parents were casualties of a Leaper attack at a time when I had not yet ascended the Xandorian throne. Nevertheless, they managed to protect you from the beasts and helped you escape somehow, captain." She remarked. 

Tauriel looked at the floor in a solemn but assertive manner as she acknowledged the bravery of her deceased parents, whom she never got to meet personally.

"Given the course of events, I am not entirely sure if you were the Leapers' sole target on the night that I was at Mirkwood. But that attack was definitely premeditated." Reiya explained.

Thranduil pondered Reiya's recollections as he narrowed his gaze slightly.

Her version of the events that unfolded would certainly explain why so many of those creatures went after Tauriel at the time. But Reiya's story regarding her parents seems a bit of a stretch to me

"In any case, here we stand before one another. There were unfortunate casualties throughout that massive hunt back then, but their attempts on your life and mine were ultimately unsuccessful." Reiya reassured her. "Now that my message for you is in the open, you must already know what I meant by my words that night, captain." She stated.

'You are one of us.' Tauriel remembered Reiya's words clearly, knowing exactly what the queen was hinting at.

"By nurture, you are a Daughter of the Forest; a captain born and raised in the Woodland Realm. And yet, by blood, you are a Daughter of the Sun, just like me and the other ellith whose lineage lies with the Sun-elves. That makes you my kin, Captain Tauriel."

Reiya had embellished her statement to some degree, but the message behind her words was pretty straightforward to Tauriel and everybody else at the table area.

'So even though I was trained and raised as a Wood-elf, I've always been a Sun-elf all along?' Tauriel pondered, squeezing her fingers nervously as she kept her gaze on the floor.

"Sun-elves experience the world somewhat differently from Wood-elves and Sea-elves, captain. I presume that you must have sensed it somehow; the fact that you are different from those around you." Reiya pointed out looking at her attentively.

Tauriel widened her eyes, realizing how much that statement held true for her.

All the attendees, excepting Galadriel, seemed completely surprised by the Red Queen's statements, not knowing exactly what to say or how to react to the unforeseen revelation.

Thranduil glared at Reiya, looking visibly upset.

Couldn't she have waited until the hearing was over for her to reveal such a claim to Tauriel in private? The matter was clearly a highly personal one for it to be addressed in the open like that.

Reiya, however, completely disregarded the Elvenking's glares as her eyes remained focused on the younger elleth.

She was aware that her affirmations would be unexpected and shocking for Tauriel, however, she had to learn about her connection to the Sun-elves sooner than later. The more they'd delayed the task, the harder it would be for her to cope with the facts.

Nonetheless, the Red Queen felt some sympathy for the younger elleth, seeing how much she was struggling to come to terms with the truth.

Reiya understood the challenges of being different more than anything, as she herself was the only remaining Krisha alive, as far as they were concerned.

In an attempt to alleviate the captain's doubts, she proceeded to demonstrate her point in a more noticeable manner.

"My lords and ladies, could my company step onto the platform for just a moment?" She inquired.

Galadriel nodded at the Red Queen, giving her permission to proceed.

Reiya smiled at her in gratitude, then directed her attention towards her company.

"Xandorians, step forth and reveal yourselves."

All the elves in the queen's company acknowledged her orders and walked towards the area where she was standing. Once they reached the platform, all of them carefully removed their masks, and their identities were now on full display for everybody to see.

Thranduil and Tauriel observed the group of Sun-elves closely.

Now that Reiya's claim to queenship had been disclosed, the structure of her company seemed to make more sense at that moment.

The ellith with spears who were around her when she first walked into Imladris appeared to be members of her Queen's Guard, respectively. The ellyn that had followed behind resembled soldiers from a watch unit, and the unarmed elf-maidens were ladies-in-waiting, he'd presume.

There was a particular trait among the elves in that group that stood out as well: the color of their hair. It varied slightly, from shades of brunette to mostly shades of autumn.

Red hair seemed to be a signature feature among the elves in Reiya's company, and perhaps all the Sun-elves by association.

The embodiment of such a trait was especially apparent in the queen herself, whose hair color was distinctively purer and more vibrant than that of the other elves in her group.

Thranduil believed that was due to the fact that Reiya was part Sinda and a Krisha on top of it all. Nevertheless, there was no doubt that red hair was a shared trait in that group, and Tauriel made notice of that as well.

The captain's eyes widened and her lips parted slightly as she subconsciously ran her fingers through her own red hair laying over her shoulder in one of her intricate braids.

Thranduil turned his face towards the younger elleth, knowing exactly what was going through her mind.

Tauriel's red hair had always been a unique trait that distinguished her from the other elves in the realm since the moment he took her in. The population of Wood-elves in Mirkwood was considerably large, and yet he did not recall seeing any other elf in the realm bearing such a distinctive feature.

Everybody's attention shifted back to Reiya when she voiced a final statement for Tauriel.

"I told you that the scroll would lead you to the truth, Captain Tauriel, and thus, the truth is what I have shared with you this night. May it lead you to clarity in moments of doubt and uncertainty." Reiya concluded, bowing her head to the captain in an act of understanding and respect.

Tauriel was surprised by the gesture, not expecting a queen to acknowledge her in such a manner. However, her expression relaxed soon after, as she finally sorted out her thoughts on Reiya's revelations.

Thranduil sighed, looking at the table, then glanced at Reiya with a neutral expression as well.

The king and his captain had conveyed the same cue with their gestures; acceptance and resignation.

Thranduil still remained somewhat cautious about the Elven realm of Xandor and its concealment. However, he fully believed that Reiya was a queen in her own right.

Per Elvish standards, she wouldn't have had access to those uniformed servants, guards, and soldiers unless she was a ruler with power and resources of her own.

Tauriel had also accepted the claim that her ancestry lied with the Sun-elves.

Just like Reiya pointed out, she had always been notably different from her peers at the Woodland Realm.

Her curiosity… Her rebellious nature… Her constant yearning to venture out of the realm…

As far as she could remember, none of the Wood-elves in her circle had showed interest in those things to quite the same degree.

Her presumed ancestry might also help explain the strange sense of familiarity that she experienced when she first met Reiya, regardless of the fact that the queen had kept her identity secret at the time.

Tauriel widened her eyes as she had a sudden realization.

If the queen's claims were true and fate would have played its cards differently somehow, then Reiya would have been the monarch she'd pledged her services to most likely; not Thranduil.

That certainly added a new perspective into her views.

She would always be grateful to the Elvenking for taking her in and would continue serving the Woodland Realm until the end of her days, without question. However, she couldn't help but feel somewhat intrigued by the Red Queen, since she seemed to understand some of those traits that made her different.

Thranduil glanced at his captain once again, when he had a dire realization of his own.

Now that Tauriel seemed compelled to learn more about her presumed ancestry, he was at risk of losing her to this elf-queen who had disclosed her identity just moments ago.

Was Reiya looking for ways to poach his captain away from him? The little elfing that he himself found in the forest and mentored for most of her life?

He was not entirely sure of what the queen's intentions were in that regard, but he was not going to let her have her way.

Thus, he would have to take measures fairly quickly after the hearing to prevent the undesired outcome from becoming a reality.

Reiya had shared valuable information about the attack at Mirkwood thus far, but her claims were creating palpable repercussions for his kingdom in ways that he did not anticipate.

Furthermore, the two of them had not even spoken formally to one another as monarchs yet.

'This is just wonderful.'

Thranduil rolled his eyes in a sardonic manner while shaking his head, as thoughts of the Red Queen kept fueling a conflictive debate all over his mind.

A/N: Tauriel finally got to learn the meaning behind Reiya's words!

Notes on Tauriel's ancestry in the context of this story :

• Several sources hint at the fact that red hair was very rare among the Elves.
• According to Tolkien's texts, only five elves were known for having red hair, and they were all closely related. There was Nerdanel (Fëanor's wife), her father (Mahtan), and three of her sons (Maedhros, Amrod, and Amras) (The Peoples of Middle-earth, "XI. The Shibboleth of Fëanor", "The names of the Sons of Fëanor")
• Since one of the themes for the Sun-elves is fire, I thought red hair was a fitting trait that could distinguish them from other kinds of elves in a more obvious manner.
• Peter Jackson and his crew deliberately made Tauriel's hair more reddish so she could stand out as one of the main characters (they mention it in the 'Tauriel: Daughter of the Forest' behind-the-scenes especial available on YouTube).
• Additionally, the story of Tauriel's parents was never explored, and she didn't seem to relate to anyone in the Woodland Realm, despite Legolas's affections for her.
• Thus, I thought it would be interesting to link Tauriel to the Sun-elves (since she was already quite different to begin with) and have her see a potential mentor in Reiya, who could play more into such differences.

Note on Thranduil and his stance on this particular revelation :

As you may imagine, Thranduil is quite upset at this point lol.

We all know that everything is all jokes and games with the Elvenking, until you try to take something away from him that he considers his, of course! That pertains to his own subjects as well, especially those he holds close.

We have yet another point of contention between these two Elven monarchs (or that's how Thranduil sees it at the very least).

This hearing is concluding soon. Up until the next one!

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- At Rivendell -

Reiya looked at the floor for a brief moment as she contemplated the next part of her conversation very carefully.

The Blue Wizards remained silent, allowing her to undertake the last and most important matter for discussion that night.

"Members of the White Council and acquaintances, this hearing will culminate soon, as I will now address the one threat that brought us all together in the first place. That is, the servant of Sauron who is presently endangering the existence of Middle-earth as we know it." Reiya pointed out.

Thranduil narrowed his gaze, and everybody else paid great attention to what the Red Queen was going to say, as it pertained to the safety of their lands and the survival of their people.

"The first thing that you ought to know is that the enemy behind this threat is an elf who succumbed to the darkness." She remarked.

The attendees looked visibly startled and murmured amongst themselves following Reiya's revelation. Even Thranduil and Galadriel seemed puzzled by the fact.

Why would an elf ally themselves with Sauron and wish for the fall of Middle-earth?

Reiya proceeded to answer that one inquiry for them in detail.

"The culprit's name is Loitar." She remarked. "He is an elf-warlock who uses dark magic to submit living and deceased creatures to his will. His ultimate goal is to slaughter all living beings that oppose him and bring their corpses back to life in order to serve Sauron's agenda."

Tauriel looked visibly repelled by the statement. That was horrific. What sort of being would be so depraved to dishonor the departed like that?

"Such a malicious intent..." Gandalf commented.

"Indeed, Master Gandalf. You might be surprised to learn that despite his twisted ways, Loitar was not always evil. He used to be a noble from Doriath who excelled at healing magic before his descent into madness." Reiya pointed out.

Celeborn and Thranduil, both natives of Doriath, looked at the elleth in surprise.

"I beg your pardon, Lady Reiya. Are you absolutely certain of this?" Celeborn asked, making sure to reconfirm her statement.

"I am, Lord Celeborn. My scouts have gathered sufficient evidence pointing to the fact." The queen replied. "It must be shocking for the both of you to learn that this enemy is from your place of birth?" She stated, glancing at the two elf-lords. "Loitar used to go by a different name when he was in Doriath, but we have not found any reference to it in our sources thus far. It seems like he has been quite diligent in removing his former name from historic records, despite his well-documented deeds from that time."

Thranduil looked at the queen inquisitively.

Elf-warlock matters aside, he was intrigued by the fact that the Reiya was familiar with his previous life in Doriath. Hence, the Blue Wizards must have done a remarkable job teaching her about the Elven kingdoms of the past.

He shifted his attention back to the elleth as she continued her accounts.

"Loitar had exceptional healing skills, which he put to service in the city of Menegroth. However, he lost his way when his family perished in the Second Kinslaying of Doriath." Reiya pointed out. "Following the tragedy, he became obsessed with the idea of bringing the dead back to life and extending life beyond that which is natural, even for us, elves. Thus, he began seeking an eternal existence away from the Valar and their rules. It was that desire that ultimately led Loitar to join Sauron's forces in the East and drove him mad. In exchange for his talents, Sauron granted him immense power." She added.

"That is quite troubling to hear, Lady Reiya. Has the elf-warlock done anything worth noting since he acquired the power that you speak of?" Galadriel asked with a collected expression.

"He has indeed, my lady. Loitar is creating a league of vile beasts to achieve his ambitions at a more rapid pace. The Leapers that took Captain Tauriel's parents and attacked Mirkwood recently are only but one breed out of his league of monsters." Reiya explained. "He is now raising entire armies with those creatures in order to destroy Middle-earth, as we speak. Loitar's Dead Armies, as he has referred to them, will be unleashed at a time and place that we are still trying to pinpoint."

Gandalf was visibly shaken by the queen's comments. Galadriel looked down at the table with a concerned expression, and Elrond placed a hand on his temple, deliberating what they were supposed to do in the current circumstances.

'This storm is looking much more dire than expected...' Thranduil thought with a grim face, as he was already considering measures to best protect his realm.

Everybody's attention was brought back to the conversation when Gandalf spoke.

"Lady Reiya, this question might seem irrelevant at the moment, but what does this elf-warlock look like, exactly?" The Gray Wizard inquired. "I am aware that he might be able to change his appearance with his abilities. Nevertheless, getting somewhat familiar with his basic form could be helpful if we were to face him at any given moment." He stated.

"That is both a valuable question and a fair point, Master Gandalf." Reiya smiled respectfully at him, then went quiet for a few seconds as she contemplated her answer.

Everybody looked at her attentively, waiting for her input. 

"I'd say Loitar looks like an elf-lord tainted by the darkness. His use of dark magic throughout the years has been so prevalent and perverse that his physical appearance has been considerably altered as a result." The queen emphasized. "Skin as gray as ash... Hair as black as a starless night... Inky eyes reflecting the endless darkness within his soul… Arcane symbol markings on his face from spells that he has cast in order to enhance his abilities." Reiya remarked with a tone of gravity.

Tauriel, Feren, and Haldir narrowed their gazes while listening to the elf-warlock's unsettling description.

"Furthermore, Loitar is not the only elf who has that peculiar appearance, even though he does stand out from the rest of them." The queen emphasized.

"And who may they be, my lady?" Gandalf asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Loitar's Dark Generals—a group of elves who support his ideals and followed him into the East to serve him. They are his top subordinates." Reiya explained. "All the Dark Generals are quite proficient at a particular set of skills, and Loitar enhanced those with his arcane magic as well. Thus, each of them also bears a distinctive pattern of symbol markings on their faces and bodies, even though Loitar's are more prominent and eerie-looking."

Elrond's expression turned to one of caution, as he listened to the Red Queen.

"I see. Has your people confronted any of those Dark Generals in the past, my lady?" He asked.

"We have indeed, Lord Elrond. I've faced some of them on the battlefield myself, in fact. However, I have not been able to capture any of them to get further insight on Loitar's plans. They can be rather... aggravating." The Red Queen pointed out with a hint of frustration in her voice as she looked to the floor.

Thranduil pondered Reiya's affirmations with a narrowed gaze. Those Dark Generals must have been pretty formidable combatants to hold off somebody with a power like hers.

"And how many Dark Generals are presently under Loitar's charge, my lady?" Celeborn asked with an inquisitive look.

"Our accounts indicate that there are twelve Dark Generals on active duty at this time. We have yet to meet some of them in battle, but that number is consistent across all of our scouting reports thus far." Reiya pointed out.

"What about the elf-warlock's whereabouts? Has there been any developments on that as well?" Elrond asked.

"We have located some of Loitar's strongholds, but they were already abandoned at the time that we unveiled them. His minions constantly move from hideout to hideout, and he has a way of concealing his presence with dark magic. The task of tracking him down has proved rather tedious over the years, but we are gradually catching up to his relocation patterns." Reiya explained.

"I see..." Elrond responded with a concerned expression.

Thranduil sighed.

Being clueless about the enemy's location also posed additional challenges for them. Unlike their past stand against Dol Guldur or even Mordor, they did not know where the enemy attacks would be coming from or which areas to avoid in order to best protect their realms and preserve their military strength.

Reiya proceeded to conclude her accounts for them that night.

"Your eyes are now open to the threat that approaches." She stated. "Loitar is the being who caused the Fall of the Old Kingdom—the one battle that brought my realm to ruins when we resided in the Far East. He is also responsible for the deaths of Captain Tauriel's parents and the countless innocent lives that have been lost due to his many atrocities. He orchestrated the attack at Mirkwood and will not stop claiming lives until his ambitions are fulfilled." She explained.

Galadriel's gaze remained fixed on the elf-queen as she spoke, and Tauriel looked at the floor with a solemn expression at the mention of her deceased parents.

"This elf-warlock has only caused death and destruction throughout his pursuit of eternal life by deplorable means. Loitar the Deathbringer—that is the title that my people gave him due to his atrocious evil deeds." Reiya emphasized with a tone of disdain.

All the attendees remained silent after she spoke.

The Elven rulers were quietly assessing the situation while their subjects seemed either concerned or daunted by the enemy's schemes.

Thranduil looked down at the table as he weighed the prospects of winning the war that laid ahead. Their current odds were not looking ideal, in all honesty.

Noticing the sudden shift in their expressions, the Red Queen proceeded to voice her stance on the matter.

"I am aware that the chances to succeed in the rising conflict are dire; however, do not feel discouraged." Reiya assured them. "You will not face this threat on your own, as I, Queen of Xandor, and Krisha, wielder of the Sacred Flame, have committed to defeating this enemy with all the strength that runs through my veins. As long as I live and it is in my power to defend everything that is good, I will not let Middle-earth fall." The queen stated in an assertive manner. "Loitar may have achieved victory in previous battles, but he has not won the war. We will rise like raging fire and vanquish this evil, no matter the odds or constraining circumstances." She remarked with a resolute expression.

The Blue Wizards and Galadriel smiled at Reiya approvingly. Tauriel, Feren, and Haldir changed their grim expressions to looks of determination and clarity, having been visibly ignited by the queen's fervent words. Even Arwen, who had remained observant and quiet throughout the whole hearing, showed a spark of hope in her gentle eyes.

The Lady of Fire had spoken loud and clear, and thus, Thranduil listened.

He looked at Reiya and her company for a brief moment as he assessed their expressions.

Loitar may have destroyed the Sun-elves' former home in the Far East, but he had not broken the Red Queen's spirit, it seemed. All the elves in her company looked just as determined to seek justice and continue fighting for their nation, even if the odds were against them.

Thranduil then glanced at his own subordinates and the other Elven rulers' affiliates at the table area.

It seemed like Reiya's statement had also boosted their morale considerably, as they looked just as eager to join the fight against the new evil on the rise.

He still believed their military capabilities were at a large disadvantage due to many factors at play; nevertheless, that was only one piece of the puzzle ahead of them. Perhaps courage, along with a well-thought-out strategy, might still give them a chance to achieve victory in the battles to come.

A/N: The enemy has been revealed.

This adversary is strong, but we are not giving up yet!

Lore/Canon event referenced: The Second Kinslaying of Doriath [Source: J.R.R. Tolkien, Cristopher Tolkien (ed.), The Silmarillion, "Quenta Silmarillion: Of the Ruin of Doriath"]

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- At Rivendell -

All eyes were on Reiya as she made her stance on the rising conflict known. She and the Sun-elves would continue to fight Loitar until the very end, no matter what.

"We appreciate your willingness to speak up and help Middle-earth overcome this evil, my lady." Elrond remarked, smiling politely at the Red Queen. "Is there any other detail of importance that you'd like to share with us before we conclude?" He asked.

"I believe I have already disclosed all the information intended for this hearing, Lord Elrond. My company and I will-"

"You will fall!" A monstrous voice interrupted her before she got a chance to finish her statement.

Reiya turned around immediately, and everybody else looked behind her, trying to figure out where the voice had come from. They quickly realized the culprit was one of the ten guards placed in the open corridor at the entrance of the hall.

All the guards in that area suddenly turned into furless creatures with gnome-like ears, sharp claws, prominent fangs, and shallow red eyes. Their clothes tore slightly as their bodies grew in size.

Once their mutation was complete, they growled loudly and began running towards the speaker platform with the intent to kill.

Thranduil scowled at the beasts as he rapidly unsheathed one of his great Elven swords and adopted a fighting stance. The rest of the warriors in the hall also took out their weapons and stood ready to join the confrontation that was about to break loose.

However, a translucent purple barrier formed around the queen's company, the Blue Wizards, and everybody else at the table area, preventing them from moving anywhere.

Only Reiya had remained untouched by the magic barrier and free to move on her own accord. Thus, she ran up the stairs and turned her back to the table, placing herself between the beasts and the rest of the Elven rulers.

Galadriel stood up from her chair swiftly and created a temporary lapse that slowed down time significantly when the creatures stepped onto the stairs.

She was about to use her ring to remove the translucent magic barriers and eliminate the creatures altogether. Nevertheless, Reiya, who had remained unaffected by the time lapse, spoke to her thoughts before she made her move.

'Lady Galadriel.'

The senior ruler looked at the queen with a raised eyebrow as she realized she could still move and react in real time.

'I am aware that you could decimate these creatures in the blink of an eye with the ring that you possess. However, there is a very high chance that your abilities will be required for an important task in the near future.' Reiya pointed out. 'Thus, allow me to use this power that I wield to help preserve your strength and guard all of you at this time.' She solicited. 'I have subdued these creatures in the past, and I can do it again, if you allow it.'

Galadriel looked at the queen attentively as she considered her suggestion. After a brief moment, she nodded at Reiya in an approving manner, giving her the cue to act.

Reiya smiled at her and also nodded in acknowledgement.

In the blink of an eye, time began running normally for the two of them once again, and the creatures continued running up the stairs at their natural speed.

Coming to her senses, Reiya put her Krisha hood back on and rapidly adopted a fighting stance.

"Úr Coron! (Fire Spheres!)"

As she chanted the spell, her eyes turned glimmering scarlet and an arc of large fire orbs appeared above her head. Without further ado, she directed the fire orbs towards the creatures one by one.

The beasts suddenly screamed in pain and became disoriented when the orbs hit them.

"Mahtalë North! (Battle Charge!)"

Chanting the following spell, Reiya propelled herself forward at a great speed with a blaze of fire, taking the beasts down to the speaker platform with her.

The Red Queen took a quick look at the creatures as she stood at the upper end of the platform. There were ten of them in total since all the guards in the corridor had gone through the unforeseen transformation.

The fire was still consuming the beasts' flesh in a very painful manner, but the flames wouldn't be fast enough to eliminate them promptly.

Thus, Reiya unsheathed her two scimitar swords, knowing exactly what she needed to do.

"Should we assist you, my lady?!" Alatar exclaimed, as he and Pallando were ready to repeal the magic barrier around them with their staffs.

"No! Stay within the magic enclosures. You will be safer in them when I take down these vile beasts. That goes for you two as well, Master Gandalf and Lord Elrond!" Reiya instructed, knowing that they were also capable of repealing the barriers with their powers.

The two of them nodded and opted to the follow the queen's request.

Taking advantage of the momentary respite, one of the beasts launched at Reiya while the fire was still burning its body. However, she stabbed the creature in the heart with one of her swords and threw the lifeless body to the side.

'One...'

She began a count in her head to make sure that the ten beasts would be all subdued by the end of her stand.

Two of the creatures ran towards the queen from the side, but she slashed them on the chest before they got a chance to attack her, and they fell.

'…two and three…'

Reiya then jumped towards one of the creatures that was near her and struck the beast from the above, splitting its body entirely.

'…four…'

Soon after, she thrust one of her scimitar swords backwards without turning her head and stabbed a beast in the chest that had attempted to attack her from behind. She removed her sword from the creature's body and looked ahead.

'…five…'.

Reiya then ran forward at a very high speed to face one of the beasts that was standing ahead.

The creature extended one of its arms, attempting to attack her with its claws; nonetheless, she dodged the attack and slashed the beast on the chest with her two swords right when she passed by it.

'…six…'

Another beast began running towards the queen from the side. Thus, she immediately shifted her attention to the creature and kept her scimitar swords in hand, ready to land a blow. However, the beast got stabbed from behind before it could reach her.

Reiya raised an eyebrow for a brief moment, wondering what had just taken place.

An ornate Elven sword was retrieved from the creature's body, as its burning lifeless corpse fell to the floor.

Reiya took a closer look at the blade for a few seconds, realizing the majestic weapon was already a familiar one for her since she had clashed her own swords against it not that long ago.

She gradually tilted her head, and her eyes widened slightly at the sight that laid before her.

Engraved swirling patterns adorned his armor and headpiece, further accentuating his tall and imposing figure. His leaf-ornamented mantle and long silver-blond hair floated slightly in the air as a gentle breeze caressed his features.

With extreme precision and fluid movements perfected by millennia of extensive training, Thranduil sheathed his great Elven sword back in and directed his attention towards the Red Queen.

Reiya's inquisitive gaze remained on the warrior before her as she realized that was none other than the Elvenking himself.

'When did he make his way onto the platform?' She wondered with a confused expression, admitting to the fact that she had not sensed Thranduil's presence at all prior to that moment.

Collecting herself slightly, she looked at the three fallen beasts laying down on the floor behind the king, then gazed at the beast that he slayed before it got to her.

Reiya then glanced back at him with a calculating expression.

She eliminated six of the monsters, and Thranduil had taken the other four down himself, it seemed.

She had no idea how he had managed to escape the magic barrier on his own and gotten down to the speaker platform unnoticed. However, a fact remained clear in her mind; the king's reflexes and stealth ability had to be exceptionally good for him to have performed such a feat.

Her impressions on Thranduil's combat skills soon ceased when reality sank in, though.

The ten creatures had been all eradicated, and thus, the assault attack at the hearing was over.

Making notice of that, Galadriel and the Blue Wizards repealed the magic barriers around themselves and everybody close to them.

The glimmering scarlet glow faded from Reiya's gaze, and her bright emerald green eyes resurfaced following the incident. 

Elrond, Celeborn, and Gandalf stood up from their seats to better observe the aftermath of the whole ordeal. 

The fire on the creatures' corpses had finally ceased, leaving only residuals of ash and burned flesh behind.

The Elven monarchs' subjects seemed relieved at the sight of their unharmed leaders as they stood on the platform, glancing at one another in silence.

Galadriel couldn't help but smile at the scene, realizing that the Red Queen and the Elvenking had eliminated the hostile monsters together somehow.

"Are you well, my lady?"

Reiya moved her gaze away from Thranduil when the Blue Wizards came to check on her.

"I am alright, Master Alatar. I did not sustain any major injuries in the fight, thankfully." Reiya remarked, smiling politely at the Blue Wizards.

Meanwhile, Thranduil chose to remain on the speaker platform so he could follow the subsequent measures more closely.

"What caused the guards of my settlement to go through such an adverse transformation?" Elrond asked, still confused at the sight of the unforeseen attackers.

"I'm afraid these are not your guards, Lord Elrond. They are Camalans; another breed from Loitar's league of monsters." Reiya explained.

She walked towards one of the fallen creatures and turned its body around with the tip of her boot, so the whole group could have a better look.

"Camalans are shapeshifter creatures. They can mimic the appearance and behaviors of anyone they get blood from. However, they cannot imitate their victims' skills, level of power, and knowledge." Reiya pointed out. "All it takes is a single scratch or a bite for them to absorb their victims' blood and transform into them. They are also good at hiding the bodies of their victims and can only be killed with a strike to their hearts." She explained.

Gandalf raised an eyebrow at the queen's unsettling affirmations.

"It seems like these Camalans had already infiltrated your home prior to my arrival, Lord Elrond. I assume the real guards, as in, your actual subjects, must be lying unconscious or dead somewhere here at the manor." Reiya stated with a solemn expression.

Elrond looked down at the table with a remorseful gaze as he realized his subjects may have fallen prey to the dreadful creatures.

"Were Elladan and Elrohir attacked as well, father? How are they faring?" Arwen inquired with a concerned voice.

"Your brothers are faring alright, daughter. I can still feel their fëa as we speak." Elrond reassured her in a kind manner. "It looks like none of those creatures were outside when Elladan and Elrohir began scouting the surrounding areas." He speculated.

Arwen sighed in relief, but her expression was still weary. There would certainly be victims among the guards who were supposed to watch the entrance to the hearing hall, and they would have to search the entire manor in order to find the bodies.

An outcome of such gravity had been completely unexpected by the Elven rulers, except for Thranduil, of course.

He had already witnessed those monsters' thirst for death and chaos. Hence, the possibility of casualties at the hearing had been a vague one in the king's mind, but not an impossible one, considering everything that he had seen thus far.

The incident had definitely served as a warning for the other Elven rulers, as they were just starting to realize how vile their new adversary truly was.

"How were those creatures able to breach the protective boundaries of Imladris?" Celeborn asked, looking visibly surprised.

"Camalans are not supposed to be that powerful, Lord Celeborn. We are just as surprised as you are by the incident that transpired." Alatar remarked.

"Loitar's magic is growing stronger... Perhaps his monsters are becoming more resistant to our defenses as a consequence?" Pallando responded in a contemplative manner.

Reiya pondered thoughts of her own before she joined the conversation.

"Xandor… Mirkwood… And now, Imladris. All Elven settlements of importance attacked by Loitar's minions at some point in time... There is definitely an intent to that. Perhaps Lothórien and the Gray Havens will be next?" The queen pointed out.

Haldir widened his eyes at the possibility, and Celeborn looked at Galadriel with a concerned expression.

Reiya gazed at everybody at the table as she came to a likely conclusion.

"I'm afraid this attack was not just a mere attempt on my life or an effort to prevent me from sharing information with all of you, my lords and ladies. Loitar knew that we would be able to subdue the Camalans that infiltrated the manor most likely, but he wanted to make a statement regardless." She pointed out.

The queen made a pause for a few seconds, before she voiced her speculations.

"I believe this incident was Loitar's official declaration of war against all the Elven realms of Middle-earth. Therefore, our nations should remain vigilant from this point on." Reiya emphasized with a serious expression.

Elrond sighed, and Thranduil narrowed his gaze following the queen's warning.

"That makes sense." Pallando remarked. "Loitar might be conspiring to take out the elves before going after the realms of men and dwarves. A tactic to prevent the different races of Middle-earth from uniting and standing against him, perhaps?"

"Most likely." Alatar agreed.

Thranduil deliberated the Blue Wizards' speculations.

Loitar must have sensed some sort of weakness among the Elven realms to have chosen them as his first target in the war to come. The notion was a concerning one for the king; however, they could start making more informed decisions to tackle the threat with that assumption in mind.

Reiya's reasoning seemed to be aligned with his own as she shared her final thoughts on the matter.

"Loitar may have several mimics to his advantage, but the information that you now hold gives you some leverage over his plans. Only your decision on whether to act and when remains. As for this moment, you already know where I stand." The Red Queen pointed out. "I believe my task at this hearing has been fulfilled. The opportunity that you provided for me to relay this message is highly regarded."

Having said that, Reiya bowed to the Elven rulers at the table area as a gesture of the highest respect.

"The information that you have shared with us is highly valuable as well, my lady. We appreciate your efforts in warning us." Celeborn remarked.

Everybody at the table area bowed back to the queen in gratitude.

"Master Gandalf, I assume you and my overseer advisors will be in contact if we are in need of communicating further?" Reiya asked shifting her attention towards the Gray Wizard.

"We will indeed, my lady. Rest assured." Gandalf stated smiling politely at her.

Alatar nodded in corroboration, seemingly pleased with Gandalf's response.

"Very well." Reiya stated, smiling at the wizards. "We should head back to our camp and resume operations for the war once we return to Xandor. We will take our leave then." She instructed.

Everybody in her company nodded in acknowledgement. However, Thranduil seemed slightly surprised by the queen's command.

Was that just it? Did she actually intend to leave like that?

Reiya bade her farewells and began walking towards the exit of the hall alongside the Blue Wizards and her subjects.

Thranduil's expression remained clueless as the Xandorian company was retreating from the site.

Were they just going to let her go? That would be both foolish and unreasonable.

That elleth had just revealed her identity as a ruler that night, and they had barely scratched the surface with intel linked to Loitar and his minions. Other matters needed to be addressed for them to even fathom the possibility of victory in the upcoming war, and they would have to further question the Red Queen for such a purpose.

Thranduil was becoming restless as Reiya and her company were almost reaching the exit of the hearing hall.

Only Elrond had the authority to prevent the queen from leaving because he was the presiding ruler at Imladris. Consequently, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to issue orders or advise Elrond out in the open under such circumstances.

Ugh. If only they would have been in his realm instead...

Almost as if sensing the king's concerns, Elrond finally succumbed to reason as he reconsidered the significance of Reiya's role in the events to come. Without further ado, the Lord of Rivendell proceeded to speak.

"Queen Reiya." Elrond voiced the Krisha's name loud enough for her to hear him.

Reiya and her company turned their heads around to look at Elrond with a surprised expression.

Galadriel smiled at him approvingly, and everybody else seemed startled, as all of them had just witnessed an event of the highest significance.

Elrond was, in fact, the first Elven ruler amongst them who had publicly acknowledged Reiya as queen. Even Thranduil was visibly surprised by the sudden change in formalities on Elrond's part when he addressed the Lady of Fire.

Reiya had understood the significance of Elrond's actions and proceeded to answer his call.

"Xandorians, wait for me here." All the Sun-elves bowed to their queen and followed her orders. She then looked at the Blue Wizards, signaling them to accompany her back to the speaker platform, which they did.

Reiya, Alatar, and Pallando walked towards the center of the floor and stood in front of the stairs to the table area once again.

"Do you wish to speak further, Lord Elrond?" Reiya asked in an inquisitive manner.

"Yes. I do, in fact." He responded. "Apologies for interrupting your departure, my lady. I know this is a last-notice request, but a crucial one regardless. By any chance, could you remain here at Imladris for a few more days?"

Reiya had a contemplative expression on her face as Elrond continued explaining himself.

"We would like to revisit the information that you have shared with us this night so we can decide the best course of action to overcome this adversary. I believe your presence here at Imladris would be very helpful, should we need your input or advice to address certain matters." Elrond explained.

Thranduil seemed somewhat relieved by Elrond's initiative. That is exactly what they were supposed to do in the first place. Preventing Reiya from leaving. However, they couldn't force her to stay either. After all, she was also an Elven ruler, and Elrond himself had just acknowledged her as queen.

Once again, they all had to abide by those bothersome rules and protocols that prevented Elven rulers from imposing themselves over one another, unless the circumstances were deemed extreme.

Reiya tactfully placed her hand on her chin and looked at the floor as she considered Elrond's request for a brief moment. She then adopted her royal stance and glanced back at him again, proceeding to voice her thoughts.

"You honor me with your invitation, Lord Elrond; however, I am not entirely sure if an overstay here at Imladris would be wise." She pointed out. "I should resume my queenly duties and continue preparing for the war. Those duties often involve managing correspondence from my realm and allies, granting audiences to visitors, and going out in the field to fulfill high-priority missions, amongst other responsibilities. An attack already took place here at the manor. I wouldn't wish for your home to be further disturbed by my presence or any other unexpected incidents?" Reiya explained in a objective manner.

Thranduil glanced at the queen with some degree of interest as she expressed herself with such a high level of decorum and clarity.

The Lady of Fire certainly had a way with words. That distinctive quirk of hers had been quite evident throughout the hearing and the first time she spoke to their thoughts. Furthermore, it would give her some leverage in her conversation with Elrond, no doubt.

In any case, the Lord of Rivendell was much older than her and quite experienced at diplomatic endeavors as well.

Hence, Thranduil kept listening to the on-going exchange attentively as he was taking mental notes.

"Your presence wouldn't be a burden at all, Queen Reiya. On the contrary; it would be quite beneficial for us all in the current circumstances, as I pointed out." Elrond reassured her. "On that same note, please do not blame yourself for the attack that disrupted the hearing. I deem myself responsible for that, as I did not have a true understanding of that elf-warlock's capabilities prior to this night. I will make sure to further fortify our protective borders with the ring of power that I bear, as you know. We can also provide accommodations for you and your company according to your needs, and you can keep performing your royal duties here at Imladris without interference." He explained. "We will respect your decision no matter what. Nevertheless, please know that your presence would make a great difference in the course of such deliberations if you were inclined to stay, my lady." The Lord of Rivendell remarked as he made his case.

Thranduil looked at Reiya attentively, wondering what her decision would be at such a crucial moment.

Reiya glanced at Elrond with a neutral expression for a few seconds, then shifted her attention to the Blue Wizards, who nodded and smiled politely at her in an encouraging manner.

She looked back at the Lord of Rivendell and proceeded to speak, as she had already made up her mind.

"Very well. I believe I can remain here at Imladris for a week and still return to Xandor in time to keep attending matters as planned." Reiya responded.

"Understood, my lady. A week should be enough for us to come to a decision as well. Thank you for your consideration and understanding." Elrond smiled politely at her and bowed his head in gratitude.

Reiya bowed back at him in acknowledgement.

Thranduil seemed satisfied by the outcome of such a dialogue. He wouldn't have been quite as agreeable as Elrond in his choice of words and concessions, but the Lord of Rivendell had served the purpose regardless. He had convinced Reiya to stay there for a couple more days. That was all that mattered.

"We should retrieve our provisions and belongings from our camp, but we will get back here as soon as we gather those. Do we have your permission to head there now, my lord?" Reiya asked.

"Yes, you may leave. We will be expecting you and your company at your return, your majesty." Elrond stated.

Reiya nodded at him.

Thus, she and her company walked out of the hall, and with that, the hearing was formally concluded.

Elrond ordered his subjects to search for the ten guards who were missing and collect the creatures' corpses for further examination. He also instructed Gandalf and the other Elven rulers to stay behind for a few more minutes so they could go over the tasks that would follow in the upcoming week.

The rest of the elves were meeting with their respective lords for any last instructions before exiting the hall themselves and resuming their evening activities. Following suit, Feren and Tauriel walked down to the speaker platform to meet with their king.

"Your endeavors for the night are fulfilled." Thranduil remarked. "Report for duty tomorrow at sunrise. I will give you further orders on how the situation with the Red Queen will be handled then. Is that clear?" The Elvenking stated in a rather intimidating voice.

"Yes, my lord!" Feren and Tauriel responded in unison, understanding the weight behind Thranduil's words.

"Very well. You may go." He commanded.

Feren and Tauriel bowed to the king and retreated from the hall.

Thranduil was edgier than usual, and with good reason.

Managing a new Elven realm with a sole queen ruler was an unprecedented task for him and the Woodland Realm as a whole. Thus, they would need to figure out a few things along the way as they learned to co-exist with that one nation.

He also had his own position to think about now that another Elven ruler held a royal title.

Thranduil sighed as the unresolved predicaments weighted on his mind all at once.

He made his way up the platform stairs to meet briefly with his peers per Elrond's request. Unsurprisingly, all of Galadriel's visions concerning the pending threat had been accurate to some extent.

The image of the Red Queen invaded his thoughts once again as he pondered yet another observation.

Glances exchanged aside, Reiya had not acknowledged his presence any longer after their fight with the creatures was over. She never spoke to him throughout the night or looked at him again following the chaotic incident.

The queen was under no obligation to talk to him at the time, of course, but that realization had annoyed him slightly regardless.

That vexatious elleth…

A/N: The hearing is officially concluded!

Changes to my posting schedule:

Yep. I am aware that I just sneak-posted a new chapter without notice lol. The hearing in the story concluded with a sneak attack, so I thought it was only fitting for me to make the transition with this one.

Due to a change in my work schedule, I will now post chapters on Saturdays, starting on June 22. If my posting days change again at any point or something unexpected happens, I will keep you in the loop!

Brief notes on the story:

The key players in this conflict are already revealed, and the stakes are set! Now it is time to find out what each of them will do as we move forward.

Reiya is starting to notice some of the Elvenking's quirks. He is built just a tiny bit differently from the other elves, isn't he? ;)

Up until the next one!

Chapter Text

- Somewhere in the dark -

Rooms were mildly lit across twisted corridors as gloomy interiors blended with the shadows. Sounds from boiling liquids and moving objects resonated throughout obscure spaces while monsters growled in the background.

One room, in particular, was livelier than the others, as a group of individuals were conniving on the inside.

A map of Middle-earth with several pieces and glowing icons was laid out on a large table while a tall figure watched over it with a calculating expression.

He had been an elf devoted to healing the injured and helping those in need once, but long passed were the days when he had believed the world could ever be a better place. Life had taught him to quit those childish dreams that ultimately brought nothing but despair.

Sauron was now his lord commander, and the darkness, his vision. The countless deaths were serving a greater purpose, and the corpses left behind would never perish.

Gray skin, empty black eyes, arcane symbols engraved on his face, long black hair reaching his waist, a long hooded robe with shades of purple and spikes covering his body, a skull-shaped brooch hanging on his chest, and black rubber boots with sharp metal pieces on his feet. His appearance told a story—one of vicious malice and endless corruption.

Loitar kept his gaze on the map laid on the table as he proceeded to speak with his top subordinates standing behind him.

"My reconnaissance spell was released when the Camalans launched their attack on the Krisha. However, I was able to eavesdrop on their hearing for the most part, and my message for the Elven rulers was successfully relayed." The elf-warlock pointed out.

He then turned around to look at everybody in the room.

"I shall bring death to all of those that dare defy me, and war will be unleashed on all the beings that do not abide by the will of Sauron. The Elven realms of Middle-earth will be the first to fall." Loitar remarked in a deep, menacing voice.

The other elves nodded at their master's statement in both admiration and fright.

Loitar's elite servants had quarrels with one another on an occasional basis; however, they were always united in two distinctive things—belief in their master's cause and fear of their master's wrath.

They would always obey their mentor to the death, no matter what, even if the elf-warlock himself was the one inflicting death upon them.

"Step forth, my Dark Generals." Loitar commanded in a strident voice.

All the elves in the group formed a single line from side to side in the room.

They were wearing ornate purple tunics and layers, a brooch of the same shape as their master's, and boots with metal pieces. Just like Loitar, all of them had long black hair styled in different ways, inky black eyes, gray skin, and markings engraved on their faces.

The elf-warlock addressed all of them by their names so he could get their full attention.

"Sons of discord; Thoben, Dagion, Milco, Fernor, Dúvain, Gorag, Nerion." The ellyn in the group bowed to their master as they awaited their orders.

"Daughters of despair; Aiciel, Delien, Coru, Girith, Moriel." The ellith followed suit and saluted Loitar in the same manner as their male peers.

"The decisive battle against the relentless dwellers of the light will soon unfold." Loitar remarked with a deep, threatening voice. "Nevertheless, we should gather further knowledge on the Elven rulers' schemes so we can better strategize against them." He explained in an objective manner.

"Fernor."

"Yes, master?"

One of the ellyn in the group responded with a raspy voice as he stepped forward from the Dark Generals' formation.

"Your surveillance skills are second to none amongst my servants." Loitar stated, looking at the ellon. "Send your Spy Hornets to Imladris, but place them somewhere at a distance from the house of Elrond to avoid discovery." He instructed.

Fernor nodded.

"The Lord of Rivendell will strengthen the magic defenses protecting his lands following the Camalans' attack, most likely. Thus, our aim is to know what is taking place on the outer areas surrounding his settlement, rather than the inside." The elf-warlock explained. "Keep watch at all times and gather any information that might be useful to advance our plans, Fernor. I expect a report each day as we continue reassessing our strategies for the war. Is that understood?" Loitar remarked.

"Yes, master. I will perform the task accordingly." Fernor responded. He placed two fingers over his shoulder in acknowledgement, then stepped back into the Dark Generals' formation line.

"As for the rest of you, be ready for duty in case your skills are required at any given moment." Loitar instructed. "I remind you that mistakes are punishable if they are deemed incorrigible." The elf-warlock remarked in a warning tone as he directed a deadly gaze towards his elite subordinates.

The Dark Generals remained silent while they pondered their master's words in wonder and fear.

"You are dismissed, for now." Loitar stated, shifting his attention back to the map of Middle-earth on the table.

The Dark Generals broke formation and walked out of the room either in complete silence or mumbling amongst themselves.

Fernor proceeded to fulfill his orders immediately, as requested. He distanced himself from the group and walked towards one of his quarters. The room in question was filled with caged insects that had a slight purple glow in their eyes.

'Six should be about enough... More could raise suspicion.' The Dark General thought as he made his way into the room.

He opened one of the cages that was stored inside, and six unnaturally large hornets flied out. They placed themselves in front of the ellon, flapping their wings at an abnormal speed.

Fernor made a series of hand gestures, and the hornets were reduced to their natural size.

"You already know the coordinates. Go!" He commanded.

The insects flied out through one of the open windows and vanished in the dark of night.

The Dark General then performed another series of hand gestures and six illusion-like projections appeared before him, showing the sights captured by each of his Spy Hornets as they made their way to Imladris.

'Very well. Let us find out what those Elven rulers are up to.' He thought.

Fernor folded his arms and remained focused on the six projections, knowing that he would stand there for hours at a time.

…

Once he was done inspecting the map, Loitar walked to a chamber in the underground levels of his hidden fortress to continue one of his experiments.

He stood in front of a table that had a pile of dead ravens placed over an arcane symbol of sorts. There were also jars and test tubes on the table that contained several substances and strange organic matters.

Taking a deep breath, the elf-warlock placed his hand over the dead ravens and closed his eyes for a brief moment. A few seconds after, the arcane symbol lit up, and a purple glow emanated from the ravens' eyes as they were being reanimated somehow.

Once they were fully raised, the ravens took flight and hovered over the elf-warlock's frame in a synchronized manner. Their eyes kept radiating the bizarre color like a stranger's stare in the gloom of night.

Loitar's gaze was remote, as his ambitions were laid forth in his mind.

Everything was coming to fruition thus far. The Dead Armies were growing, his spells were evolving, and soon, the main purpose of his summoning experiments would be accomplished.

A/N: The scheming begins!    

Loitar and his followers making their first official appearance on this one. Some of the Dark Generals are going to cause a whole lot of trouble along the way!

All the antagonist elves’ names are linked to negative constructs (nothing to do with their personalities, though). I included the meanings below, just for reference:

Source: https://www.namegeneratorfun.com/elf  

Main antagonist / Elf-warlock:

Loitar (“Poisoner”)

Male Dark Generals:

Thoben (“Rotten”), Dagion (“Slayer”), Milco (“Greedy”), Fernor (“Dead”), Dúvain (“Shadow”), Gorag (“Terror”), Nerion (“Dreadful”).

Female Dark Generals:

Aiciel (“Dire”), Delien (“Horror”), Coru (“Cunning”), Girith (“Shuddering”), Moriel (“Darkness”).

Chapter Text

- Back in Rivendell -

Thranduil woke up earlier than usual that morning so he could have more time alone to revisit his thoughts. He was at his guest studio, pondering the events of the previous night.

The hearing exposed an insidious servant of Sauron who had just pledged war against all the Elvish nations of Middle-earth.

Other unexpected matters were also brought to light, such as the re-emergence of an Elven realm they didn't know existed and the formal introduction of an elf-queen who was the sole ruler of that one nation.

Elrond requested his Elven peers and Gandalf to meet once again so they could discuss their best course of action moving forward. The conversation would not only touch on the conflict with Loitar and his minions, but it would also revolve around Reiya and her kingdom, respectively.

Following that lead, they would need to figure out what sort of involvement the Red Queen would have in the rising conflict if a coalition were to take place. Their first impressions of her would highly influence that discussion, no doubt.

Reiya had clearly won Galadriel over, judging from the senior ruler's approving comments at the hearing.

Elrond had mainly acted as a mediator between them at the time, but he was the first Elven ruler who openly acknowledged Reiya as queen. That action alone had spoken louder than words.

Celeborn had remained neutral, but Galadriel would influence his stance on the Lady of Fire, most likely.

That only left himself as the undecided partaker in all of this.

What were his actual thoughts on the Red Queen?

To tell the truth, he was not entirely sure...

First encounters and exchanged looks aside, he did not know Reiya, nor did he know enough about her to form a compelling impression of her as a ruler yet.

Unlike his peers, trust did not come easily for Thranduil, and he was not keen on making speculations based off the unknown.

Fortunately for him though, he still had an entire day to put his thoughts together before the decisive meeting. Thus, he would do one of the things he did best: observe.

He had been solely an observer throughout the hearing with Reiya, and that had helped him discern several factors that would have gone unnoticed by him otherwise.

Hence, he would keep studying the Red Queen and her subjects there at Imladris before coming to an admissible conclusion. And then maybe, just maybe, he would speak to her directly.

Thranduil did know what to say to his own subordinates in the meantime, at the very least.

The king's attention peaked when someone knocked on the door.

"Enter." He commanded.

Feren and Tauriel made their way into the office and reported for duty.

Thranduil went over the initial formalities then proceeded to discuss the main issue at hand.

"We will not do anything about the Red Queen and the realm of Xandor. At least, not yet." He emphasized.

Tauriel and Feren looked at their monarch with a confused expression.

"Nothing at all, my lord?" The elleth asked, wishing to reconfirm his statement.

"Yes. Treat the Lady of Fire with the same level of respect and decorum as you would with any other Elven ruler. The same goes for her subjects, if you were to engage with them." Thranduil explained.

The two elves nodded in understanding.

That wouldn't be the first time Thranduil had remained indifferent to conflicts of the outside world, but the events that had transpired constituted an entirely different scenario.

Mirkwood had already been attacked by the elf-warlock's minions. Hence, those were not the sort of orders they were expecting from the king, all things considered.

"Tauriel, the queen's claims about your presumed ancestry will not change anything either. You will keep fulfilling your role as Captain of the Guard, and nobody is to question your position following such revelations. Is that understood?" Thranduil stated with a firm tone as he narrowed his gaze at the elleth.

"Yes, my lord!" Tauriel responded.

The king nodded, then continued speaking.

"The Elven rulers will have a follow-up meeting on the morrow to decide an official course of action in this war. Until then, you two will resume your duties as usual." Thranduil explained.

Tauriel and Feren nodded in understanding.

"Very well. You may go."

Feren was the first to leave the room; however, the king had one more inquiry for Tauriel before she got a chance to make her way out.

"Tauriel."

The captain turned around at the call of her name.

"Yes, your highness?"

"Should I have any concerns about your allegiances now that this elf-queen has graced us with her presence and made her claims about you?" Thranduil asked with an inquisitive tone as he raised an eyebrow at her.

Tauriel widened her eyes slightly at the question.

She had assumed that Thranduil would request a reaffirmation of her vows now that her connection to the Sun-elves was out in the open. That much had been anticipated.

Nevertheless, she was not expecting him to address the issue so soon after the audience took place. Luckily for the captain, she was ready to provide an answer—one that would ease the Elvenking's concerns and please him at the same time.

"I have accepted the notion that I am a Sun-elf by nature, my lord. I am inclined to believe Queen Reiya was not lying when she made such a claim." Tauriel stated.

Thranduil narrowed his gaze at her following such an affirmation.

"However, the Woodland Realm is my home, and you are the monarch that I serve. My commitment to you and the kingdom has not changed in that regard. I intend to continue fulfilling my duties for as long as I am capable." The captain reassured him in an assertive manner.

Thranduil was slightly relieved by the statement, but he masked his reaction rather quickly as he spoke back to her.

"Very well." The Elvenking stated with an impassive tone. "It looks like you have made the right choice in that regard, then. You are free to leave." He instructed before shifting his attention to the royal parchments on his desk.

Tauriel bowed to him and proceeded to make her way out the room.

She pondered the king's words as she was walking to her post downstairs.

The right choice?

Was Thranduil going to demand that she choose between him and Queen Reiya after those claims were made? Did he actually believe her commitment to the Woodland Realm was that fickle? Or was he just concerned that he would lose her to the Lady of Fire due to the unforeseen circumstances?

The king could be quite hard to read at times.

There had been a few instances when Thranduil had opened up slightly, like the moment he comforted her as Kili laid lifeless in her arms. Nevertheless, those exceptions were very few in between.

In any case, she was just glad they had cleared all doubt regarding her allegiances and everything would go back to normal, at least for the time being.

…

Thranduil finished inspecting the documents on his desk and stood from the chair to attend to other matters. The time had come for him to fulfill his next endeavor of the day: observe.

Thus, he went outside. 

…

The sun had not yet risen. Nonetheless, the house of Elrond was already filled with activity as several elves had begun their daily errands.

All the chamber apartments were located in a section of the manor that had a courtyard on the outside. Thranduil's chambers were on the third floor of that complex, which allowed for an extensive view of the whole area.

The Elvenking stepped into the exterior corridor and walked towards the fence in a regal manner. Two of his royal guards stood at each side of his guest apartment door, keeping watch at all times.

The Woodland Realm banners, which consisted of a silver antler sigil over green cloth, were also displayed at the door.

Thranduil contemplated his surroundings as he stood in the corridor. However, his eyes were quickly fixated on a door in the second floor that was located at the right side of the complex.

Three female guards with spears stood in front of the door in question, while another pair of banners were also displayed close to it. The banners, which matched the guards' apparel colors for the most part, consisted of a golden sun sigil over red cloth.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow in realization.

Those were the banners of the Xandorian Realm, and the Red Queen was the guest staying in that apartment, most likely.

He could not help but notice the striking differences between his royal guards and Reiya's.

For one, his guards were completely uniformed. All of them presented themselves in the exact same manner, from their hairstyles to their outfits and armor.

The Xandorian royal guards wore the same apparel as well, but each of them had a slightly different hairstyle, suggesting that Reiya had either allowed or encouraged some degree of individuality amongst them.

There was also the manner in which the two units conducted their watch duties.

The members of his King's Guard were always vigilant, but they displayed a calm demeanor that helped them blend in the background when they were on call.

The Xandorian Queen's Guard was completely different in that regard, nonetheless. Those ellith appeared to be somewhat on edge, and there was an underlying intensity to them.

He was not entirely sure if all the Xandorian guards presented themselves in such a manner due to the ongoing war. Nevertheless, it seemed like those ellith deliberately wished for their presence to be known, and they were ready to retaliate against anyone who dared harm their queen.

That trait was especially apparent in the guard who stood in the middle of the other two. She was the tallest amongst them and seemed to be the most experienced warrior out of the bunch. Her uniform also displayed additional iconography compared to the other guards; likely a symbol of a higher rank of sorts.

She was constantly on alert and looked ready to engage in combat at any given moment, if necessary.

Thranduil's attention was further peaked when the guard in question stepped to the side and turned her gaze towards the chamber entrance.

The door was gradually opened, and the one elleth who had spurred so many questions in the king's mind over the last couple of days finally made her appearance.

Thranduil's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the Red Queen in all her splendor.

That was Reiya, no doubt. However, the way she presented herself at that moment was notably different from before.

The queen clasped her hands over her waist in a courtly manner and stood in front of the fence on that one floor as she contemplated the scene downstairs.

Reiya was wearing a red velvet dress with a wide neckline that contained golden-laced ornaments and a sun-shaped brooch at the bottom tip of it.

Similar to his robes and Galadriel's garments, her sleeves and skirt extended all the way to the floor sliding slightly behind her feet, giving her a majestic look that distinguished Elven rulers from all the other beings in Middle-earth.

She was also wearing a gold jewelry set that consisted of a girdle belt accentuating her waist; a ring in her right index finger displaying the Xandorian sun insignia; a pair of Elven ear cuffs with ornamented chained links; earrings with green pendants; and a crown circlet with an emerald stone, which complemented her bright green eyes and long red hair.

Thranduil was startled by the view.

The Lady of Fire could burn anyone and anything that stood in her way, and yet she looked as graceful and refined as a delicate flower in that particular moment.

Reiya had been fierce fighting against Loitar's monsters. Nonetheless, she was quite feminine when presenting herself as a queen and noble lady, it seemed; even more so than other ladies of station, as far as he could recall.

Her beauty had already caught his eye before, but that semblance of hers had been completely unexpected for him, in all honesty. She looked so... enchanting.

Thranduil's face hardened when he remembered the main purpose of his task.

Reiya was a queen from distant lands who wielded a terrifying power, and he was there merely to observe her in order to gather information. He couldn't allow himself to get distracted by irrelevant matters.

Having cleared his thoughts, Thranduil continued paying close attention to the queen with that objective in mind.

The Lady of Fire made her way to the first floor, followed closely by her royal guards.

Once she stepped into the courtyard, the Xandorian male soldiers rapidly formed two lines in between the pathway leading to the fountain at the center.

Another higher-ranked soldier stood at the end of the formation with his back to the fountain, while Reiya's maids also waited for her nearby.

"All hail the queen!" The higher-ranked soldier exclaimed at the moment Reiya made her appearance.

The other soldiers immediately placed a fist on their left shoulder and kneeled to the Lady of Fire when she walked amongst them. Her maids followed suit and bowed to her in a courtly manner.

Reiya's steps were gentle but assertive, as she displayed her immaculate presence with each stride.

Her all-female Queen's Guard unit followed her proudly, making for an even more impressive sight to behold.

Reiya walked past the higher-ranked soldier and stood in front of the fountain. Her subjects then turned in her direction and looked at the sky as the sun rose on the horizon and its light graced their faces.

"The flames of hope and the radiant sun shine upon us all on this day. Let us remember those who sacrificed themselves so life could prevail. May they rest in peace and be praised by the Valar for their heroic deeds." Reiya stated, creating flames over her palms as she raised her hands towards the sun and closed her then-shimmering scarlet eyes.

All her subjects followed suit, joining her in the peculiar costume.

Everybody else in the surrounding areas had momentarily stopped their activities to witness the rare Xandorian ritual with intrigue and wonder.

Soon after, Reiya's flames dissipated from her hands, and the scarlet glow left her eyes when she opened them.

The Sun-elves then shifted their attention back to the queen as she turned around to speak with the higher-ranked soldier who had announced her entrance.

"Lieutenant." Reiya addressed him with a kind smile on her face.

"My queen." He replied with a discrete smile of his own as he proceeded to speak to her.

Thranduil, who had been silently observing the whole scene with a neutral expression, raised an eyebrow at the exchange of greetings between the Lady of Fire and her lieutenant.

That expression of hers had been a bit too friendly for greeting a mere subordinate.

Thranduil looked even more confused by the rare display of familiarity between the two culprits when Reiya extended her hands slightly to the ellon.

Acknowledging the cue, the Xandorian lieutenant held her hands in a somewhat intimate but respectful manner as they continued speaking and smiling to one another rather informally.

What was the significance behind such a gesture?

Was that ellon a friend of hers? Or a lover, perhaps?...

Thranduil's intuition was leaning more towards the first assumption. Nevertheless, that lieutenant seemed to hold a level of trust with the Red Queen that clearly transcended his station. That bit of insight could prove useful in the future, perhaps.

The conversation between Reiya and her subordinate seemed to have shifted towards a more serious topic when he handed her a map scroll of sorts.

The lieutenant took an opportunity to scan their surroundings while she inspected the map momentarily.

Driven by his sharp sense of awareness, he directed his gaze to the third floor and raised an eyebrow when he realized the Elvenking was looking at them quite closely. Oddly enough, the king's attention appeared to be mainly fixated on Lady Reiya, for some reason.

Thranduil turned his sight to the Xandorian lieutenant almost immediately and glared at him rather coldly.

Slightly confused by the king's ill-tempered reaction, the ellon discreetly diverted his eyes away from him.

Reiya handed the map back to her subordinate soon after and nodded approvingly. The ellon nodded in response, and they smiled at each other once again as they continued discussing other matters.

Thranduil had been so immersed in his observations that he did not notice the Elven ruler of the highest station walking close by in the corridor.

He was aware that Galadriel and Celeborn were also lodged on the third floor, but he had not seen or spoken to either of them since the hearing took place the previous night.

Galadriel stopped walking ahead of him in the corridor and looked at the scene downstairs. She then looked at him briefly and smiled to herself as she went to join him, standing at a respectful distance.

"King Thranduil." The Lady of Lórien greeted him politely.

Thranduil was slightly startled by her sudden appearance, but he collected himself rather quickly and returned her greetings.

"Lady Galadriel." He stated with his impassive demeanor, bowing respectfully to her.

The two Elven rulers shifted their attention back to Reiya and remained silent for a brief moment until the Lady of Light voiced her thoughts.

"The sun is shining brighter than usual this morning, don't you think?" Galadriel stated with a light smile on her face while looking at Reiya engaging with her people.

"Yes, it is." Thranduil answered in a nonchalant manner, not really grasping the intention behind such a remark, as he got distracted by the sight of the Red Queen yet again.

Galadriel discretely chuckled at his reaction, or rather lack thereof, and continued pressing her case.

"Why don't you go down there and ask her?" She inquired, now being more specific about the object of the king's attention.

Thranduil's eyes widened slightly, knowing quite well who Galadriel was talking about.

"Ask her what, exactly?" He inquired with a confused expression.

"The various things that you so eagerly wish to know about her." Galadriel responded, turning her face towards him as her secretive smile remained unchanged.

Thranduil's gaze remained on Reiya as he contemplated an answer.

He had never been enthusiastic about Galadriel's ability to read minds in every situation. Sure, her power was highly valuable when they needed to gain insight into unforseen threats. However, he did not appreciate the way she would intrude his thoughts at every turn because he was a very private elf and preferred keeping things to himself for the most part, regardless of the senior ruler's acclaimed wisdom.

He did wish to know more about Reiya, of course. That was the whole point of his observation task. However, his goal was not to engage directly with the Red Queen at that moment.

Not wishing to go into much detail, Thranduil proceeded to answer her question rather objectively.

"It is not the time for that yet. There is still much to consider." He left it at that.

"I see…" Galadriel replied, directing her attention back to the scene downstairs.

Reiya gave one last look of approval to her lieutenant before he exited the fountain area, followed by his unit of soldiers.

The Red Queen then proceeded to speak with her maids in the same welcoming manner.

"She is rather… different, isn't she?" Galadriel pointed out. "All the elements may have originated from the same source of life, but the nature of fire is much more exuberant than that of light." She added looking at the Elvenking from the corner of her eye.

Thranduil contemplated her words for a brief moment.

Reiya did seem to be somewhat untraditional in the way she approached her people. However, he was not entirely sure why Galadriel had made that one comment to begin with.

He did not often have conversations with the Lady of Lórien due to that distinctive quirk—her cryptic way of speaking; a common trait among Noldor elves like herself, which Sindar elves like his late father considered quite unpractical for the purpose of ruling.

Henceforth, Thranduil did not respond to Galadriel's remarks, but instead asked one of the questions that he had been on his mind since Reiya revealed her identity.

"Can she be trusted?" He inquired with a hardened expression while looking at the Red Queen.

"You must decide that for yourself, as should we all, King Thranduil." Galadriel responded in a thoughtful manner. "Nonetheless, I can tell you this with certainty; her heart is genuine." She emphasized with a light smile on her face once again as she looked at him.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at Galadriel following her comment.

That statement had not eased his doubts, to tell the truth. After all, he had seen many individuals with a genuine heart commit acts of great evil in the name of good. Thus, a genuine heart was not necessarily a reliable measure of trustworthiness, as far as he was concerned.

Choosing not to comment on such a remark, Thranduil bowed to the Lady of Lórien apologetically, then parted ways.

His conversation with Galadriel did not provide the clarity that he had hoped for, so he decided to take some time alone to collect his thoughts on everything he had seen that morning.

Galadriel watched as the king discretely retreated to his chamber apartment, then she smiled to herself.

It was quite evident that Thranduil had not yet figured out why he was so drawn to the Lady of Fire in the first place. It certainly did not have everything to do with the war or his concerns regarding the realm of Xandor, as he might have believed.

She shifted her attention back to Reiya as the queen was making her way to one of the waterfall bridges in the manor, followed closely behind by her royal guards.

Thus, the Galadriel proceeded to walk downstairs in order to speak with the one elleth that had captured Thranduil's interest so fervently, even if he'd never openly admit to it.

She wished to share a few thoughts of her own with the Red Queen and hear her side of things as well.

…

The areas surrounding the Bruinen river were slightly cooler than other locations at the manor. Thus, the occasional bypassers wore additional layers of clothing when they were in close proximity to the currents of water.

Following suit, Galadriel put her ornate white hood on as she approached the waterfall bridge.

The members of the Xandorian Queen's Guard bowed to the Lady of Lórien with the utmost respect when she walked amongst them. As expected, all of them were quite aware of who Galadriel was and the importance of her many deeds throughout the history of Middle-earth.

Reiya stood in the middle of the bridge while gazing at the waterfall. She also had her Krisha hood on, which complemented her royal dress really well.

Her attention peaked when the senior ruler made her presence known.

"Queen Reiya." Galadriel greeted her with a gentle smile, placing her hand over her shoulder and bowing slightly.

"Lady Galadriel." Reiya returned the greeting with a kind smile of her own as she performed her customary royal salute in reverent fashion.

"It is a privilege to meet the Lady of Fire." Galadriel remarked in a welcoming manner.

"As it is an honor to speak with the Lady of Light." Reiya replied with the same courtesy.

Their exchange of greetings might have been a brief one, but it was still one filled with much significance.

After all, Galadriel was now the second Elven ruler who had officially acknowledged Reiya as queen in a direct interaction with her. Understandably, the gesture did not go unnoticed by the Krisha herself and the other elves standing nearby.

The two ellith turned their attention to the waterfall and pondered their thoughts for a brief moment.

It was quite mysterious—the way life could bring people from different paths together. Galadriel was the eldest and wisest Elven ruler alive in Middle-earth, while Reiya was now the youngest and most novel of them all.

Despite their differences in age and temperament, the female rulers possessed a great power that emerged from the same divine source. Thus, the Lady of Fire and the Lady of Light would always share an unspoken bond that transcended their distinct upbringings and time itself.

Galadriel proceeded to speak as she initiated a more personal conversation with the Red Queen.

"How are you finding your stay here at Imladris, your majesty?" The Lady of Lórien asked.

"My time here has been quite fruitful, my lady. Lord Elrond's hospitality is highly regarded." Reiya stated with a smile.

"Glad to hear that."

Both of them remained quiet for another moment before Galadriel continued to speak.

"The ritual that you and your people performed this morning was quite compelling to watch. What is the meaning behind it?" Galadriel asked with a keen interest, turning her face towards the younger ruler.

"Oh yes… That ritual holds much significance to us." Reiya pointed out in a reflective manner. "We named it 'Flames of Sunrise'. The custom is meant to pay tribute to our fallen comrades and loved ones. Each morning we remember the doom, and all of those who sacrificed their lives so the rest of us could survive the Fall of the Old Kingdom and continue on living. It is those memories of bravery and sacrifice that inspire us to keep up the fight against the evil threatening Middle-earth at this very moment." Reiya's expression turned visibly solemn as she explained herself.

"Interesting." Galadriel responded directing her gaze to the waterfall once again. "Your subjects are quite devoted to you, as they are to such a cause, it seems. I assume your whole realm has always been on board in making a stand against the elf-warlock?" She inquired.

"They have indeed, my lady. I am fortunate enough to count with the full support of my people in that regard." Reiya confirmed.

"And yet, despite their willingness to stand with their queen, you have taken it upon yourself to defeat this evil at all costs, even at the expense of your own life?" Galadriel stated as she dug deeper into the queen's thoughts.

Reiya widened her eyes following the elder elleth's comment.

That statement had hit something very personal for her. Nevertheless, she collected herself and her features were more visibly relaxed as she provided an answer.

"I am a Krisha and Queen of Xandor, my lady. Whether by fate or timing, I am the one wielding the power of the Sacred Flame at this very moment. Loitar will lead Middle-earth to its demise if he is not stopped definitively. Thus, you are correct in that regard." The queen stated. "I have taken it upon myself to see that he is defeated once and for all, and I would willingly give my life for the task, should it come to it."

Galadriel smiled at the queen's determination.

"You are very brave, your majesty. That goes without question." The senior ruler responded. "I do have a few thoughts that I'd like to share with you in that regard, nonetheless. Some-"

Galadriel suddenly stopped talking when a vision began playing in her mind without notice.

Fire… Death… Destruction… Darkness all around... A girl elfling with green eyes and red hair standing in the middle of it all. Her eyes shocked… scared… terrified. Her soul … broken.

Galadriel's eyes narrowed slightly when the sight finally came to an end.

The little elfing in her vision was Reiya most definitely, and what she saw must have been one of the queen's childhood memories. Moreover, that memory in particular was so vivid in Reiya's mind that her telepathic power picked on it somehow.

The incident in question must have caused some sort of trauma for the queen, and the memories linked to it still haunted her as an adult, it seemed.

Galadriel wondered to what extent that one incident had shaped Reiya's views on the ongoing war. Nonetheless, her intuition was hinting that the task of probing into that further was for somebody else to undertake. Someone closer.

"Lady Galadriel, is everything alright?" Reiya asked with a questioning look as she watched the senior ruler go silent all of a sudden.

"Yes, I am well. Apologies, Queen Reiya." Galadriel excused herself. "My mind was just... scattered for a brief moment, but everything is fine now." She reassured her.

Reiya raised an eyebrow in wonder, but she chose not to push the issue further and overlooked the gesture.

"What I was meaning to tell you is that some tasks for the greater good might end up claiming the lives of those undertaking them. That much is true." Galadriel stated. "However, death is not always the answer or the only measure to succeed, your majesty. Perhaps other alternative pathways might be at play?" She shifted her attention back to the waterfall as she said that.

Reiya looked at the floor with a solemn expression on her face, seemingly deliberating Galadriel's words. However, her thoughts were soon interrupted when the Lady of Lórien shifted their conversation to a completely unexpected subject.

"King Thranduil told us about the events that transpired at Mirkwood." Galadriel remarked, smiling in a more deliberate manner.

Reiya gazed back at the waterfall, looking slightly confused by the sudden shift in their conversation.

"It was quite peculiar, the way you two first crossed paths?" Galadriel pointed out, looking at the queen with a bit of an inquiring smile.

"It was indeed, my lady…" Reiya responded in a discrete manner, as she wondered why Galadriel had brought the Elvenking into the conversation so suddenly.

"I had the opportunity to meet Lord Thranduil when he was merely an elf-prince. The passing of his father, Oropher, and the fall of their army at the Battle of Dagorlad were quite unfortunate. Nonetheless, that young ellon took on his father's mantle soon after the tragic incident, and he grew up to be a mighty king who now commands the largest army of elves in Middle-earth at this point in time. Or so, that was the estimation before your realm was revealed to us, Lady Reiya. Perhaps changes await on the horizon?" Galadriel smiled as she narrated the tale.

Reiya raised an eyebrow slightly as Galadriel continued to speak.

"Thranduil's father resented Noldor elves like me, and the members of the White Council have had their fair share of differences with the Elvenking himself over the years. However, he has always responded to our call every time he's been summoned, and his merits as a ruler have been well-earned. Hence, those merits are the reason why I believe the Lord of Mirkwood will have an important role to play in this war." Galadriel stated in a reflective manner.

Reiya's expression had turned to one of confusion at that point.

She expected Galadriel to be cordial and respectful to all the Elven rulers alike, considering her station. However, she did not foresee her holding the Elvenking to such a high regard, to tell the truth.

Her mind suddenly went blank when Galadriel made an even more unexpected comment.

"You were already aware of some of the king's deeds. And yet, you do not intend to speak to him, it seems?" Galadriel asked turning her face towards the queen while smiling in her customary secretive manner.

Reiya's eyes widened as she realized the Lady of Light had read further into her thoughts. She collected herself once again as she contemplated a reply.

The idea of speaking with Thranduil had not really crossed her mind, in all honesty.

She did not hold any grudges against the Elvenking for their chaotic first encounter that night at Mirkwood. After all, she was a monarch just like him and thus, she understood the king's urgency to protect his people and his lands from outsiders at that particular moment.

Nevertheless, that encounter and the events that followed after were also the reason why she believed avoiding the king altogether was the proper course of action to avoid any further frictions with him.

Judging from her impressions, Thranduil did not seem to be fond of her presence, and the king did not look pleased at all when she came forth with her revelations at the hearing.

Hence, why fuel unnecessary fires where there were none?

Being already set on her choice of words, Reiya turned her face towards Galadriel as she delivered a sincere but modest answer.

"My inaction in that regard comes from an absence of need as other more urgent matters are taking precedence at this time, my lady. An exchange with the Elvenking would not be fruitful in helping resolve those any sooner, I'm afraid." The queen explained.

"Hmm… I see." Galadriel responded directing her gaze back to the waterfall.

She could tell that Reiya's answer had been an honest one, even though the elleth withheld some of her reasons.

Opting to seek further confirmation on a particular matter, Galadriel voiced one of the inquiries that she wished to address from the very beginning.

"If the Elvenking was in need of your presence throughout the course of this war, what would you do then, your majesty?" Galadriel asked with a somewhat serious expression, observing the queen from the corner of her eye.

Reiya pondered the question as more inquiries filled her mind.

Why would Thranduil need her when he had successfully ensured the protection of his realm without the input of other rulers? Moreover, he did not seem to approve of her measures pursued throughout the war, judging from his reactions at the hearing.

To top it all, the Elvenking had not approached her up until that moment—not even to extend a greeting for the mere sake of diplomacy. That spoke loudly about his stance with her at that moment, which did not seem to be favorable by any means.

Hence, Reiya remained unconvinced by the possibility that Thranduil might be in need of her presence at any given moment, and firm on her belief that there was no compelling reason for her to seek him out either.

Coming to such conclusions, the queen voiced her answer.

"I am standing right here as we speak, my lady." Reiya stated with her gaze still on the waterfall. She then gradually turned her face towards Galadriel and concluded her statement. "If the Elvenking wishes to have a word with me, he knows where to find me." She simply remarked with an assertive expression.

Galadriel raised an eyebrow at the Lady of Fire as she had made her stance clear.

It seemed like Reiya was not entirely opposed to speaking with Thranduil, but he would have to do his part by approaching her first.

The Lady of Light chuckled lowly at the two monarchs' obstinance and hesitation to seek one another.

Having made her point, Reiya smiled cordially at the senior ruler and bowed to her apologetically before walking out of the waterfall area, followed by her royal guards.

Galadriel looked back at the waterfall as she kept contemplating her thoughts.

She could now understand why the Red Queen had ignited Thranduil's interest to such a degree.

Reiya's inner fire burned strong in the midst of all the darkness hovering over them, like a spark kindling life in the face of death. That quality alone forged a distinctive strength of character that was quite unique to her as a Krisha.

Perhaps that inner fire of hers was awakening something in him that had been dormant for thousands of years.

In any case, only time would reveal how all the pieces of the puzzle were meant to fit together as fate played its course.

And so, the Lady of Light left the waterfall bridge with a renewed sense of appreciation for the bonds that she cherished since they were about to face another evil in Arda.

Galadriel joined her husband Celeborn for the rest of the day as they met with several noble elves from Imladris who wished to pay their respects.

A/N: And the stubbornness continues.

In the first few chapters, we got to see a bit of Reiya's warrior persona. Now, we will get to meet a different side of the queen; the noble lady and diplomat :). Hence, Thranduil went from upset to confused, haha.

Galadriel being savvy as heck with these two. She knows what's up lol. 

Chapter Text

- Back in Rivendell -

Tauriel was still in her post when the Red Queen made her way back to the courtyard, accompanied by her royal guards.

She was holding the scroll that Reiya had given her while debating whether to approach her or not.

The captain had been among the group of bystanders that witnessed the Sun-elves' ceremonial gathering that morning. As expected, the sight fueled her desire to learn more about herself and the Sun-elves as a whole.

However, Tauriel was not entirely sure if seeking an audience with the queen was appropriate for somebody of her station.

Additionally, she did not wish to overstep her boundaries since she had just reaffirmed her allegiance to Thranduil and the Woodland Realm that morning.

In any case, Thranduil had not strictly forbidden her from speaking with Reiya. In fact, he ordered his subjects to treat the Red Queen and her company per their customs if they were in need to engage with them at any point.

There laid part of her predicament, though.

She was not certain if her reasons to speak with the queen would be justifiable enough for Thranduil to allow it without any grievances or major setbacks.

Nonetheless, Tauriel was certain of something, at the very least. She was a Sun-elf, and no one in the Woodland Realm, including the king himself, would be able to help her better understand her nature as such.

Only the Sun-elves themselves could do that, and Reiya had already shown a great deal of knowledge on the subject.

'Seek us out.'

Tauriel remembered the queen's words when she handed the scroll over to her at Mirkwood.

Reiya was never specific about the meaning behind such a statement, but she had taken it as an open invitation for them to talk if she had any questions about them, which she did.

Having made up her mind, Tauriel left her post and went to speak with the queen at her own risk.

She was aware that Thranduil would find out about her little endeavor one way or another, but this was highly important for her.

Furthermore, she did not know when she would get another chance to speak with the Xandorian queen again, so she decided to take advantage of that unique opportunity, regardless of the consequences.

Reiya's guards turned their attention to Tauriel as she approached them; however, they let her through and even performed an informal greeting for her.

The captain may not have been a noble lady of the highest station, but she was a Sun-elf just like them, and they had already accepted her as one of their own, given the special circumstances.

Tauriel stood at a spot behind the queen and addressed her by her actual name and title for the very first time.

"Um... Queen Reiya?"

The Lady of Fire turned around at the call of her name. Her collected expression morphed into a welcoming smile when she realized who was the elleth before her.

"Suilad (Greetings), Captain Tauriel. How are you faring on this day?" Reiya asked in a courteous manner.

"Quel amrum (Good morning), my lady. I am faring well, thank you! Hope you are too." Tauriel responded as she bowed to her.

Reiya contemplated the captain's expression for a brief moment.

It was quite evident that Tauriel had not come to her just to extend a mere greeting out of courtesy. Something else seemed to be on the elleth's mind.

"How can I help you, captain?" Reiya asked in a more objective manner, encouraging her to speak further.

Tauriel seemed a bit hesitant to state her motives initially, but she found her courage and made her purpose known.

"I am aware this request might come off as informal and perhaps even improper for somebody of my station to make, your majesty. But, by any chance, could we have a word?" 

Reiya's intrigued expression turned into a welcoming one once again, following Tauriel's inquiry.

"I will gladly grant an audience to you, captain." Reiya answered in a cordial manner.

Tauriel gestured a smile of her own, looking visibly relieved by the queen's willingness to listen to her.

"Would you prefer that we speak at my office studio?" Reiya asked, suspecting that the younger elleth might feel more at ease talking in a more covert location.

"Yes, I would prefer that, if it does not pose a burden for you, my lady." Tauriel responded sincerely.

"It will not pose one at all, captain. Follow me." Reiya assured her with a smile.

The queen dismissed her royal guards and made her way to her chambers on the second floor, followed by Tauriel.

Soon after, the two ellith walked into Reiya's guest apartment.

…

Tauriel contemplated her surroundings in wonder.

The Red Queen's apartment looked entirely different from the Elvenking's.

As reflected in the structure and interior of his halls, Thranduil preferred the complete privacy and safety of enclosed spaces, often resulting in shut doors and windows that dimmed the natural light from the outside and its many views.

The décor in his office was classy, but one that relied mostly on simplicity and tapestries showcasing the sigils of his household.

Reiya, on the other hand, opted to keep most of her windows open, almost as if she deliberately wished to maintain her connection with the outside world and contemplate the outer scenes on a frequent basis.

Not surprisingly, her office was much more naturally lit than Thranduil's, and the décor in her space was more visibly colorful.

Unlike the king's guest apartment, hers contained a wide balcony in the back area, and a waist-high pond bowl that extended throughout a short wall right next to the deck.

Everything in the queen's space was neatly organized, with the exception of a stack of documents on her desk.

Making notice of that, Reiya walked towards the desk table and took the pile of papers in her hands.

"My apologies for the messy stack of documents, Captain Tauriel. These are just a ton of marriage proposals, which I do not intend to respond." Reiya emphasized while smiling lightly.

She then walked to the side wall and placed the pile of papers on one of the shelves.

"That is completely alright, my lady." Tauriel stated in a light manner, even though she did wonder about the queen's statement.

'All those documents are actually marriage proposals? Eru… She must be quite popular amongst the noble bachelors in her realm.' Tauriel thought while keeping a polite expression.

Reiya walked back to the center of the room and stood in front of her desk as she faced Tauriel.

"Very well, captain. Here we are." The queen stated. "What is it that you wish to speak about, and how can I be of assistance?" She asked with an objective tone.

"I was hoping to learn more about the Sun-elves and yourself, my lady. Perhaps you might be able to answer some of my questions?" Tauriel remarked.

"I see. I am actually glad you wish to know more about your roots, captain. Ask away." Reiya reaffirmed with a light smile.

Tauriel smiled back at her and proceeded to speak.

"Very well, I guess I should start by asking this. At the hearing, you mentioned that you are a Sinda elf from the Krisha bloodline, but you also stated that you are a Sun-elf like me. Is that correct?" Tauriel asked.

"Yes, that is correct. I am both Sinda and Anar." Reiya confirmed her statement. "My father was a Sun-elf from the Old Kingdom of Xandor, and my mother was a Sinda elf from the Krisha bloodline. Therefore, my lineage is linked to the two groups." Reiya explained.

"I see..." Tauriel responded, seemingly getting more clarity on the matter, before continuing with her questioning.

"You stated that Sun-elves are somewhat different from Wood-elves and Sea-elves, my lady. I believe I have an idea of what you were speaking about, drawing on my own experiences. Nonetheless, could you be more specific about you meant by that? How are we different from the others exactly?" She asked with an intrigued expression.

"That is actually a great question, Captain Tauriel." Reiya stated. "As you know, all the elves share a special bond with nature, no matter their roots. However, the way we engage with the world does vary significantly depending on such roots." The queen explained. "I like to think of Sun-elves as curious wanderers, in that regard." She concluded with a smile.

"Curious wanderers?"

"Yes."

The queen walked towards a large map of Arda hung on the wall.

Tauriel followed her and stood at a respectful distance as she also contemplated the map.

"Wood-elves choose to remain in their forests for the most part, and Sea-elves are compelled by the call to sail the oceans. However, we, the Sun-elves, are driven by a strong desire to explore the world around us." Reiya explained as she contemplated the map.

Tauriel raised an eyebrow slightly at the statement.

"We will always have a place to call home, and we will protect our own keep, no matter what. However, our desire to venture out is always constant for us. Thus, we have a tendency to seek new experiences and interact with all sorts of creatures that roam the lands of Arda, as long as they are not hostile. That is one of the main reasons we like engaging with other races much more so than elves from the other groups." She added.

Tauriel widened her eyes in realization, as everything that the Red Queen explained was highly resonating with her.

She had displayed some of the behaviors described by Reiya throughout different stages of her life. In fact, those behaviors were the main reason why she was often confronted by authority figures at the Woodland Realm, including the king himself.

"Take a look at these, captain."

Tauriel shifted her attention back to the queen when Reiya invited her to observe several artifacts and small objects that were orderly placed on a separate table.

"What are these, my lady?" She asked with a curious expression.

"These are tokens for remembrance, or souvenirs, as men call them." Reiya explained with a smile on her face while looking at the items on the table.

"Souvenirs?"

"Yes." The queen confirmed. "I was gifted these items at different locations throughout my royal expeditions and personal ventures. They are mostly generic objects; however, each of these represents different people, places, cultures, and experiences. They are all linked to memories that live in my mind and linger in my heart. Thus, they hold great value to me." Reiya explained with a nostalgic smile.

"I see… This is truly fascinating, my lady." Tauriel remarked with an intrigued expression while looking at the table.

She did not collect items in the same fashion that the Red Queen did, however, she could understand the personal value assigned to mere objects.

She still remembered the runestone that Kili handed to her before he sailed to Erebor. Moreover, she also recalled the moment when she had to return the heirloom to the dwarves for his burial ceremony.

That seemingly generic memento definitely held a special meaning for her, even though she was not able to keep the runestone after Kili passed.

In any case, the queen possessed an impressive number of souvenirs, judging from all the items that were on the table. Thus, she must have traveled quite often throughout her many ventures.

Tauriel kept listening to Reiya attentively as she continued to speak.

"Since we are on the subject, the fact that you were properly raised in Mirkwood is quite intriguing to me, Captain Tauriel." The queen remarked.

"Oh yes? Why is that, my lady?" Tauriel inquired.

"The Woodland Realm was first built in the highlands of Amon Lanc, as far as I was taught. Nonetheless, I've been told that the Elvenking's Halls are now located in a cavernous system of sorts?" Reiya inquired.

"Yes, that is correct." Tauriel confirmed, wondering what the queen was getting at.

"My case stands then. Caves seem like a highly confined place for a Sun-elf to thrive, given that we prefer the outdoors and more open spaces, even within the boundaries of our realm. However, you were able to adapt quite well to those restrictive environments, it seems?" Reiya remarked with a raised eyebrow.

Tauriel understood where the queen was coming from, now that she was more aware of her nature. The Xandorian realm must have been structured quite differently from the Woodland Realm, with that notion in mind.

The captain admitted to some of her struggles in that regard.

"I acknowledge that the constant confinement has not always been easy for me to manage, my lady. I did occasionally sneak out of the Woodland Realm on my own account, even against the king's orders at times. I-"

Tauriel suddenly widened her eyes and looked at the floor in embarrassment, realizing that she had spoken out of place.

She had felt so at ease speaking with Reiya that she forgot the Lady of Fire was still a queen in her own right. Furthermore, a subordinate speaking about disobeying the monarch they served in front of another monarch was highly inappropriate.

"Apologies, my lady. I shouldn't have said that." Tauriel stated, attempting to correct her misstep.

Reiya glanced at her with a raised eyebrow for a few seconds, then chuckled to herself lightly.

Tauriel looked slightly confused by the queen's reaction, but Reiya explained herself soon after.

"There is no need to apologize, Captain Tauriel." The queen pointed out with a reassuring smile. "Sneaking out is actually a common tendency of ours throughout our youth years. The behavior itself is linked to the Sun-elves' overly inquisitive nature and desire to explore new places. That is why the Xandorian realm is built in such a way that spaces do not feel as constrictive for us. It helps us better tame those instincts." She explained.

"Oh… I see." Tauriel responded, looking more relaxed and feeling less mindful about her previous comment.

Well, if that was indeed a common trait among the Sun-elves, that certainly explained a lot.

"If we ever meet again and I gain your trust over time, I would be delighted to hear about your ventures out of the Woodland Realm, Captain Tauriel." Reiya remarked in an encouraging manner, as her smile remained unchanged.

Tauriel smiled back at her and nodded.

The Red Queen was certainly a very unique monarch. She had spoken in such an agreeable manner that Tauriel had to remind herself to be careful with her words around her.

The fact that Reiya was considerably younger than the other Elven rulers did not help the task either.

Thranduil would have definitely reprehended her previous comment, but Reiya had not been upset by it at all.

She was very untraditional in the way she approached her people, it seemed.

In any case, the Xandorian queen had provided something that she never expected to find in the course of her early Elven years; For the very first time in her life, Tauriel had felt truly understood.

"I believe we have addressed all your questions up until now, captain. Perhaps this is a good time for you to meet fellow Sun-elves other than myself, so you can keep learning more about our kin. Everybody is currently here at Imladris, so the timing seems perfect." Reiya explained while smiling lightly. "I would like to introduce you to some of the elves in my company, if you are willing and can spare a few more minutes, that is?"

Tauriel couldn't believe the rare opportunity that had just presented itself at that moment.

Reiya was actually offering a chance for her to interact with other Sun-elves, however briefly. She would not let the occasion slip by, of course.

"I would like that very much, my lady." Tauriel responded with an eager voice.

"Very well. Follow me." The queen responded in an equally enthusiastic manner.

…

Reiya and Tauriel walked out of the queen's chambers and went to one of the outdoor training platforms in the manor.

Several bystanders were gathered at the site as they were contemplating another scene of interest.

The members of the Xandorian Queen's Guard were sparring with one another and practicing combat formations together.

Being an experienced warrior herself, Tauriel was quite impressed by the ellith's training.

The female combatants were displaying a very unique combat style with their spears. Moreover, they moved as a coordinated single unit when performing group formations, which often involved stunts in the air and rapid movements.

"We got here just in time for you to witness my royal guards' training, captain." Reiya pointed out as she and Tauriel stood near the platform. "All the members of my Queen's Guard are from a branch in the Xandorian army called Spear-maidens." Reiya explained. "They are recruited through challenging tests of combat and physical prowess hosted in my realm. Additionally, only the very best amongst them or those who show great potential make it into my guard." She pointed out.

Tauriel widened her eyes slightly at the statement. The pathway to becoming a Xandorian Spear-maiden seemed pretty intense and demanding, judging from the queen's remarks.

Almost as if sensing the captain's thoughts on the matter, Reiya proceeded to explain herself further.

"I am aware that our selection process to appoint royal guards is more rigorous than those at the other Elven realms, but we conduct ours in such a manner for a good reason, captain. I have always been a primary target in the war against Loitar and his minions. Thus, the duty of my Queen's guard is not only to protect me, but to serve as a first line of defense against any threat by fighting at my side or in my place, should the circumstances call for it. That is the reason why my guards must follow a strict routine of training, no matter where we go, and they even host training sessions with me at times." The queen explained with a serious tone.

Tauriel was even more amazed by Reiya's subsequent explanation.

It was no wonder those Spear-maidens were displaying such a high level of skill in combat. Reiya's Queen's Guard was comprised of some of the best female warriors that Xandor had to offer.

Furthermore, each of those ellith must have been incredibly disciplined and highly committed to their cause to have been personally handpicked by the Red Queen herself.

The training session was concluded after a few more minutes, and the royal guards were dismissed by their leader.

The elleth in question then proceeded to speak with the male lieutenant that Reiya had met at the courtyard that morning, and the two of them were soon joined by a Xandorian court lady.

"This is a good moment for me to introduce you, Captain Tauriel. Follow me." Reiya stated, as they made their way to the three subjects.

"My lady." All the elves in the group bowed to their queen when she made her appearance.

"Suilad (Greetings) once again, everybody. I would like to formally introduce you to somebody you are familiar with." Reiya pointed out. "This is Tauriel. She is Captain of the Patrol Guard at the Woodland Realm, and she is also a Sun-elf like us, as you all know." The queen remarked.

"Mae govannen (Hello), everyone. Gellon len covad (I am pleased to meet you)." Tauriel stated.

Everybody bowed to her slightly, acknowledging her courtesies.

Now that Tauriel was in closer proximity to the other Sun-elves, she was able to observe some of their distinctive traits more attentively.

Their hair color ranged from tones of red to brown, as noted previously, and their hairstyles were more visibly braided than those of the elves from other realms.

Her attention shifted back to the queen as she proceeded to introduce her subjects.

"Tauriel, this is Eldrec. He is the senior Lieutenant of the Xandorian Watch squadron and a longtime friend of mine." Reiya pointed out while smiling at the ellon in a familiar manner. "Xandor has remained well concealed and protected from enemy attacks thanks to his unit and all the hard work they've put into such a task, along with the aid of the Blue Wizards. We owe much to him." The queen added in a grateful manner.

Eldrec stepped forward following his introduction.

The ellon's dark brown hair stood in contrast with his gray eyes. Moreover, he seemed to be quite agreeable, judging from his demeanor at that moment.

"Mae govannen (Well met), Captain Tauriel. Your deeds at the Woodland Realm are well known to us and highly praised." The ellon stated, smiling at Tauriel in a polite manner.

Tauriel returned the gesture and nodded.

She was now able to understand why the queen had acted somewhat familiar with the lieutenant when all of them were in the courtyard. They held a close friendship that transcended their duties, it seemed.

The ellon stepped back as Reiya resumed her introductions.

"This is Zila. She is the Commander of my Queen's Guard." Reiya pointed out.

The Spear-maiden leader stepped forward and folded her arms behind her back, adopting a sort of militant stance while looking at Tauriel with a serious expression.

Zila had carmine red hair and dark blue eyes, which complemented her accentuated features. The commander was quite tall for an elleth, standing over the queen herself, and she was also visibly older than all the other elves in the group. Her figure was slender but slightly fitter than that of the typical elleth as well.

"Zila has been my combat mentor and guardian since I was a very young elfing. She is well versed in the art of warfare and is also a highly formidable warrior in her own right. One of our finest." Reiya stated proudly.

"Your skills as a combatant have not gone unnoticed by us, Captain Tauriel. We are honored to have you representing our kin at the Woodland Realm." Zila remarked in an assertive manner with her deep-tone voice, as her serious expression remained unchanged.

"The honor is mine, Commander Zila." Tauriel replied to her in a respectful manner and bowed slightly to her, acknowledging her authority as a higher-ranked warrior.

Zila exerted a strong presence, and with good reason. Not only was she the most experienced warrior in that group, but her merits had earned her the highest rank amongst all the members of the Xandorian Queen's Guard. That alone must have been considered quite an achievement in their realm.

The commander stepped back when Reiya continued speaking.

"And last but not least, this is Urien. She is my seneschal and a longtime friend of mine as well." The queen remarked with a kind smile, as the court lady in the group stepped forth.

The elleth in question had hazel eyes and mahogany hair. She was wearing a dress in noble fashion and was very courteous in her manners.

"Urien's input has been highly valuable in helping me learn how to properly conduct myself as a queen and noble lady. I wouldn't have been able to fulfill my royal duties without her support and guidance." Reiya explained as her smile remained unchanged.

"Suilad (Greetings), Captain Tauriel. Pleased to make your acquaintance." Urien stated, smiling and bowing politely.

"Pleased to meet you as well, Lady Urien." Tauriel responded, bowing back to the elleth.

She could see how Urien might have played a role in helping Reiya learn the etiquette of the Elvish nobility.

Tauriel could not relate to that aspect of Reiya's queenship as much since she was not a noble lady herself. Nevertheless, she had been observant enough to acknowledge that the queen conducted herself in a well-balanced manner, as she was both assertive and tactful in her tone and gestures.

Overall, the Sun-elves in Reiya's inner circle seemed to be a very unique group of individuals with a wide range of skills, which they diligently put to service for their queen.

The fact that the Lady of Fire held close friendships with some of them spoke volumes about her nontraditional approaches to interactions with her subordinates and the way she enforced certain boundaries.

And so, Tauriel kept engaging with the Sun-elves as she got to learn more about them and her kin as a whole.

…

An elf wearing azure robes made his way through the entrance gate of Imladris. He had light brown hair and cerulean blue eyes.

"Lord Galdor?" Lindir inquired, surprised by the unexpected visitor.

"Mae govannen (Well met), Lindir." Galdor responded with a polite smile as he performed his Elven salute. "Apologies for coming to Imladris without prior notice. My travels have been quite hectic as of late." He explained.

Galdor was a noble from the Gray Havens and the chief messenger of Círdan the Shipwright, the Elven ruler presiding over the Realm of Lindon in Middle-earth.

He would often bear correspondence from the Lord of the Havens and represent him at several gatherings there at Imladris. However, he had not visited Imladris in years due to his involvement in several projects back at the Havens.

Thus, Lindir himself had not seen Galdor or heard from him in a long time, which explained his surprise. Nonetheless, he quickly recomposed himself and welcomed the Elven lord per their usual customs.

"Greetings to you as well, Lord Galdor, and no worries." He responded, bowing to him politely. "What brings you to Imladris at this time, my lord?" He asked.

"I was sent on an errand by Lord Círdan." Galdor stated. "Would you be kind enough to deliver this letter to Lord Elrond? The contents do not constitute a motive for emergency, but they do hold a high degree of importance, you might say." He pointed out, handing the envelope to Lindir.

"Understood my lord, and yes. I will deliver this letter to Lord Elrond promptly, rest assured." Lindir stated, taking the envelope from him.

"I should be on my way soon; however, I would like to speak with Queen Reiya, if she can spare a few minutes, of course." Galdor asked while smiling in a more relaxed manner.

Lindir looked at the ellon with a somewhat confused expression.

That request had been rather unexpected. How did Galdor learn that the Red Queen was there in the first place?

"Are you and Queen Reiya acquainted, my lord?" Lindir asked with a raised eyebrow, looking a bit wary.

"Yes, we have crossed paths in the past. You may confirm this directly with her, if needed." Galdor explained.

Lindir contemplated the ellon's response for a few seconds.

He had known Galdor for years, and he seemed genuine about his desire to speak with the Red Queen. Thus, he did not foresee any risks in allowing them to engage.

"Very well. Please wait here. I will seek one of the queen's subjects and inform her of your request to speak to her. I will let you know her answer shortly." Lindir stated.

"Ni 'lassui, mellon (Thank you, friend). Your help with this is much appreciated." Galdor replied with a hopeful expression on his face.

…

One of Reiya's maids made her way to the queen while she was still speaking with Tauriel and her acquaintances.

"My queen?"

"Yes, Erial?" Reiya responded in a gentle manner, directing her attention to the maid.

"Lord Galdor from the Gray Havens is passing by, and he wishes with speak to you, my lady. Lindir awaits your answer." She explained.

Urien raised an eyebrow at the mention of the visitor's name and discretely smiled at Eldrec in an I-told-you-so sort of way.

The lieutenant shook his head at her and sighed as he looked at the floor.

"Oh, I see." Reiya remarked with an enlightened smile. "Yes, I can speak with Lord Galdor. See that he is allowed into the courtyard on my behalf. I will meet him there shortly." Reiya pointed out.

"Yes, your majesty."

The queen's maid nodded in acknowledgement and proceeded to make her way back to Lindir.

Tauriel raised an eyebrow in curiosity since the name of the Elven lord in question was entirely unfamiliar to her. However, the Sun-elves in Reiya's inner circle seemed to know who the ellon was judging from their reactions.

In any case, she proceeded to bid her farewells apologetically, as she needed to get back to her watch duties.

"Queen Reiya, I appreciate this valuable opportunity to speak with you and your acquaintances. Our conversations have been very interesting and highly educational." Tauriel stated with a smile. "However, I'm afraid I must resume my duties at this time. My extended absence at the Mirkwood guards' posts will not go unnoticed." She explained.

"Anytime, Captain Tauriel. I enjoyed our conversations as well." Reiya responded with a polite smile. "And yes, you're right. I do not wish to disrupt your duties in any way. Your assigned post is in the courtyard as well, correct?" The queen asked.

"Yes, my lady." Tauriel responded.

"Very well. Do you mind if I walk with you on your way there? The lord requesting my presence should also be in the courtyard as we speak." Reiya stated.

"That is quite alright, your majesty." Tauriel assured her with a polite smile.

"Good." The queen stated, returning the smile.

She then shifted her attention back to her subjects.

"I appreciate your time with me and Captain Tauriel, Xandorians. You are free to resume your activities, as well." She instructed.

Everybody nodded at the queen in acknowledgement, and the two ellith proceeded to make their way out of the training area. Once they were at distance, Urien took the opportunity to approach Eldrec and speak to him in a more informal manner.

"Eldrec, will you now admit that my assumptions about Lord Galdor were correct? He seems to hold a special interest towards our loving queen, doesn't he?" Urien asked with a slight teasing expression.

The lieutenant shook his head once again at the elleth's remark.

"Very well. It seems like you were correct on this one, Urien. I admit defeat." Eldrec responded with a sardonic voice.

"As you should." The elleth remarked with a modest smile. "That adds one more suitor to the long list." She stated.

"Yes, one more that will bite the dust." Eldrec responded in a joking manner.

Urien laughed discreetly at her friend's remark.

"I am not so sure about that, lieutenant. Reiya seems to enjoy the company of Lord Galdor more so than that of her other suitors. Perhaps she is becoming fond of him as well?" She pointed out with a contemplative expression.

"Perhaps. But a miracle would still have to take place for her to accept anyone's hand in marriage again." Eldrec emphasized in an amusing manner. "Maybe it is for the best." He pointed out.

Urien chuckled at the ellon's comment.

"Eru bless your heart, Eldrec. Always trying to protect her, no matter what. Reiya is lucky to have an adoptive older brother like you, mellon (friend)." Urien stated, smiling at him in a gentle manner.

"I am trying my best." The lieutenant responded with a solemn expression.

…

Thranduil walked out of his guest apartment to resume his duties for the day.

He was on his way to attend a debrief meeting with Elrond's wardens at the watch quarters. However, he stopped on his tracks when he saw Reiya and Tauriel stepping into the courtyard at that particular moment.

The king kept a relaxed demeanor as he contemplated the two ellith actively engaging with one another.

He was still not sure about Reiya's intentions towards his captain. Nevertheless, Tauriel had renewed her vows to him and the Woodland Realm that morning. Thus, he was not as concerned about the two ellith speaking to one another or the potential repercussions of such an interaction.

In fact, the growing rapport between Tauriel and Reiya had been expected, and it could prove beneficial for him in the future now that he had those assurances in mind.

The two ellith concluded their conversation in an agreeable manner and parted ways.

However, Thranduil's attention peaked considerably when Reiya shifted her sights towards another bystander in the courtyard—an ellon to be exact.

He raised an eyebrow at the way the queen reacted to the unexpected visitor.

Reiya's expression was visibly brightened by the sight of the ellon, and she went to greet him while bearing one of the most welcoming smiles he had seen on the queen's face since she revealed her identity.

Even more unsettling was the way the ellon had smiled back at her. A clear attempt at charms of sorts and concealment of a palpable fascination towards her, it seemed?

Thranduil narrowed his eyes slightly at the rare scene as a sense of inexplicable discomfort invaded him.

Who in Arda was that ellon, and how did he know the Red Queen?

A/N: Ooooh, the drama!

Just when Thranduil was starting to relax a bit, this scene pops up, haha.

Reiya's queenship involves not only the war, but also all the talk and relationships surrounding her as a royal leader.

Looks like we have more than one contender for queen's hand! ;)

A couple of additional notes on Reiya's acquaintances:

- Official titles aside, Eldrec and Urien are Reiya's best friends since childhood pretty much. Eldrec is fulfilling more of an older brother role (there will a bit more on that later!), and Urien is the closest friend and peer who is around the same age as the queen.

- Zila has been Reiya's combat mentor since she was an elfing, and she occasionally took on the role of guardian and nanny while the queen was growing up. Thus, Zila helped raise Reiya, in a way.

- Galdor is a canon character! (The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, Book Two, Chapter II: "The Council of Elrond").  He was the elf sitting right from Legolas at Elrond's council in the Fellowship of the Ring movie (supposedly). All the elves in that scene were blonde, so I changed Galdor's appearance a bit in this story to distinguish him from Legolas and Thranduil.

More fluffy stuff coming on the next one! lol

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Chapter Text

- At Rivendell -

Thranduil narrowed his eyes at the scene with Reiya and the unexpected visitor, as his mind kept wandering. The ellon with her seemed to be a lord of sorts, judging from his neat appearance. Moreover, he looked somewhat familiar.

The king raised an eyebrow in realization.

He was almost certain he had seen the culprit at previous gatherings there at Imladris. Wasn't he Lord Círdan's messenger or something of that sort? What was his name again?

'Lord Galdor…' He remembered.

Now that he was aware of the ellon's identity, Thranduil continued discerning the exchange between the two elves.

"Mae lovannen (Well met), Queen Reiya." Galdor greeted her in noble fashion.

"Same to you, Lord Galdor." Reiya stated, performing her royal salute.

"It's been a while since the last time we spoke, my lady. And yet, your semblance shines just as brightly. You are looking as radiant as the sun on this day." Galdor remarked, smiling at the queen in a gallant manner.

Reiya discreetly chuckled at the ellon's comment.

"You are far too chivalrous and kind with your words, my lord, but your presence always cheers the spirit." She responded, smiling jovially.

"Glad I am able to contribute a small deed in the midst of all of the chaos, your majesty." Galdor remarked.

Reiya nodded to him and extended her hands to the ellon in a welcoming manner.

Galdor took the queen's hands on his own gently and grinned back at her.

The two of them continued their conversation while Thranduil observed from a distance.

The king's expression remained blank; however, his mind was invaded by an unwelcome sense of uncertainty.

Reiya was showing the same kind gestures as she did with her lieutenant earlier that day, but something about her encounter with Galdor felt less… platonic.

The ellon was clearly attracted to her, for starters.

That did not come as a surprise for the king, considering that Reiya was both a lady of the highest station and an elleth favored with great beauty, even by their standards.

He wouldn't be the first and only male to make notice of that, surely. However, the one thing that had unsettled him slightly was Reiya's reaction to her visitors' presence.

She was smiling at him, cherishing his compliments, showing him kindness…

Her discrete laughs around him seemed so warm and genuine.

A tad of discomfort suddenly rose in the Elvenking's chest as his mind was trying to make sense of that which he was feeling. The sight had clearly upset him somehow, even though he did not quite understand why.

He did not know Reiya personally to begin with, and unlike Galdor, who had clear motives in mind, he was not looking to gain favor with the Lady of Fire or seeking her affections for that matter.

Thranduil tried to shake the unsettling feeling off his chest as he proceeded to make his way to the watch quarters.

The Red Queen's affairs with other ellyn were not his to question or care for. Trivial matters of that sort would not hold any weight of importance in the upcoming battles as well.

The unexpected encounter between Reiya and Galdor did not deviate him from observing the queen's endeavors that day. However, he did wish for the task to be over for once, as a sudden urge to talk to her compelled him.

He was not entirely sure when he would formally speak with the Red Queen given the circumstances, but he was certain of something at the very least.

When that moment came to pass, Reiya's attention would be solely on him and him alone. There wouldn't be any petty distractions or suitors in her wake, like Lord Galdor for instance.

He would make sure of it.

…

It was already early afternoon at Imladris.

Continuing with her schedule, Reiya was on her way to meet Eldrec (her lieutenant and close friend) in an area near the north gate of Imladris.

The Xandorian squadron greeted their monarch when she arrived at the site.

"My queen." Eldrec addressed her while smiling.

"Lieutenant." Reiya responded with a kind smile of her own.

"We will begin our patrol watch through the selected routes, like we discussed." Eldrec stated, reminding the queen of the map he showed to her that morning. "Per your request, I also informed Lord Elrond's wardens about the task, and we have their authorization to proceed as planned." He remarked.

"Good."

Reiya nodded approvingly.

"We will be on our way then, my lady. I will debrief you as soon as we get back." The ellon stated, vowing to her.

He was about to leave the site with his soldiers, but Reiya addressed him once again.

"Eldrec?"

The lieutenant stopped in his tracks and turned at the call of his name.

Reiya spoke rather informally and had a serious expression on her face.

"Yes?" He responded as he went back to meet with her.

"Please be careful, mellon (friend). If you sense any danger—anything at all—do not pursue it and report back to me immediately. I would rather see that you return to us and keep your life intact than engage in risky confrontations, unless it is absolutely necessary. Do you understand?" Reiya instructed with a wary voice.

Eldrec stepped forward and took Reiya's hands in a comforting manner.

"Of course. I do not intend to fade from this life and abandon you and our people to this fight, Reiya. You can count on it." He reassured her.

The Red Queen smiled lightly and nodded at him.

Eldrec returned the gesture, then resumed his task.

"Soldiers, off we go."

"Yes, lieutenant!"

All of them walked past the gate on their way out.

Reiya watched them from a distance and took a deep breath as concerning thoughts filled her mind.

The watch squadrons from the other Elven realms had been on active duty nonstop since the incident at the hearing the previous night. Their efforts to keep Imladris safe have not gone unnoticed by the Red Queen, of course.

Nevertheless, Reiya was well aware that those other squadrons were not quite as experienced as her own in detecting the presence of Loitar's treacherous monsters.

Moreover, that was the very first time a Xandorian unit would go out on patrol there at Imladris.

Eldrec and his squadron were more than capable of handling themselves against Loitar's maneuvers. However, she couldn't help but worry about them regardless, knowing how devious the elf-warlock and his minions could be.

Reiya sighed and headed back to the manor.

Perhaps one read or two would help ease her mind a bit.

…

Rivendell had often been praised as the heart of Elven culture in Middle-earth. That notion was especially evident in the libraries of Imladris.

Elrond's archives contained a rich variety of book collections, manuscripts, and historical artifacts displayed on each corner. Additionally, the main library of the manor resembled a nature-inspired museum, which Reiya had found absolutely fascinating.

The queen was sitting at one of the individual desks while reading a special issue of The Silmarillion manuscripts, which was only available at a few selected locations throughout Middle-earth.

She was so immersed in her reading that she did not notice the Lord of Rivendell making his way into the main book room as he stumbled upon her.

"Queen Reiya?"

The Lady of Fire raised her face at the call of her name and smiled cordially when she recognized the Elven ruler addressing her at that moment.

Reiya stood up from the desk to pay her respects.

"Mae lovannen (Well met), Lord Elrond." The queen stated performing her royal salute.

"To you as well, my lady." Elrond returned the gesture. "Apologies for interrupting your reading. I was not aware you were here at the library at the present time." He remarked.

"Not at all, my lord. On the contrary; I am extremely grateful to you for welcoming us into your home and granting us access to your repositories. This place is truly fantastic." Reiya stated as she looked at her surroundings with a smile on her face.

"I am glad the main library is to your liking, your majesty." Elrond responded with a polite smile of his own. "You have a keen interest in the history of our race, I see?" He pointed out with an intrigued expression, as he directed his gaze to the manuscripts on the desk where Reiya was at.

"I sort of do, yes." She responded. "I believe it is my duty as queen to continue gaining knowledge on a wide range of subjects so I can rule my kingdom more wisely, or make a more informed attempt at it, to say the least." Reiya stated.

She gently placed a hand on one of the manuscripts as she continued speaking.

"I have found that the tales of past monarchs provide a great opportunity for me to fulfill that aim in particular. Reading about them allows me to gain further insight into their motivations and goals. Thus, I keep the commendable ones close to memory and the questionable ones as conscious reminders, you might say." She explained.

"That is quite the noble cause to seek a good read, Lady Reiya." Elrond responded with an approving smile. "Perhaps one day you will be remembered amongst those kings and queens of old, and a tale will be written so the world can know your story." He remarked.

"You honor me, Lord Elrond." Reiya responded with an agreeable expression. "However, I'm afraid I have yet to prove myself as queen before I can properly forge a legacy worth remembering. I have not been able to defeat the evil that is presently threatening us, despite my many attempts at it all these years." She stated while looking at the floor in a remorseful manner.

"Not even the most powerful and wisest amongst the Elven leaders have been able to defeat all the evils in Arda as it is, young one. Such is the magnitude of the task." Elrond explained in a mentoring manner. "Nevertheless, I do believe the most honorable ones are those willing to do something about it regardless, and wishing to make the world a better place somehow. That is precisely what you are doing, your majesty." He concluded with a comforting smile.

Reiya smiled politely at the senior Elven ruler and bowed to him in gratitude for his understanding. Elrond returned the gesture in the same kind manner.

"My queen?"

The two Elven rulers directed their attention towards the female entering the room.

The elleth in question was Urien, Reiya's seneschal and close friend.

"Apologies for the interruption, your majesty. To you as well, Lord Elrond." The courteous elleth stated, bowing to the both of them. "I bring word from Lindir. A group of visitors wish to see you, my lady. Hobbits, to be exact." She emphasized while smiling lightly.

Elrond raised an eyebrow at the mention of the familiar race.

"Hobbits, huh? Interesting... I believe I know who those visitors are." Reiya responded with a warm smile of her own. "Please escort the halflings to the courtyard and see that they are well-attended, Lady Urien. I should be there shortly." She instructed.

"Understood, your majesty." Urien answered with an eager smile and made her way back to the entrance gate.

"Have you crossed paths with hobbits before, Queen Reiya?" Elrond asked with an intrigued expression.

"I have indeed, my lord." The queen responded. "I came across a group of hobbits throughout my ventures once. Dodri Buckletree and his group of friends. Quite the peculiar little fellow he was." She reminisced with a light smile. "I was tracking a pack of Camalans in the White Downs right across the Shire on one of my solo missions. They were the one breed that attacked us here at Imladris, as you know." She remarked.

"I see... Were the hobbits harmed by those creatures as well?" Eldrond asked in a solemn manner.

"They almost were, but I got there just in time, thank Eru." Reiya responded. "Dodri and his friends were at the borderlands at the moment of my pursuit. In an unfortunate instance of bad timing, they were having a feast at an outdoor location that happened to be on the Camalans' way. They launched an attack on the halflings as soon as they saw them." Reiya stated.

Elrond seemed slightly aggravated by the revelation.

He had been familiar enough with hobbits to know that most of them were no warriors, and they wouldn't be able to defend themselves properly against Loitar's vile creatures without any prior preparation.

"I see. What happened next?" Elrond inquired.

"The halflings attempted to run from the Camalans without much of a chance of survival. However, I stepped in before any harm befell them and took the monsters down myself. Luckily, no hobbit was injured or killed that night." The Lady of Fire concluded with a relieved smile on her face.

"That is quite the tale, my lady. I presume the hobbits were astonished by your act of bravery?" Elrond inquired with a sympathetic smile of his own.

"I was the one who was surprised by them, actually." Reiya stated, as her smile remained unchanged. "I assumed the little folk would be quite terrified by the sight of my power when I fought the Camalans, so I was about to be on my way and let them be. Yet, to my surprise, they came running in my direction, cheering and thanking me for what I did. One of the female hobbits took my hand, and they walked me to the bonfire area as they proceeded with their celebrations. I was so startled by their actions that I did not put up any resistance either. And thus, I became a guest at their feast, even though I was never formally invited to begin with." She stated with an amused expression.

Elrond chuckled slightly at Reiya's remarks.

"Dodri and his friends were quite intrigued by the fact that I was an elf venturing into Hobbit territory, so I agreed to tell them a bit about myself, as long as they would keep a vow of secrecy." The queen explained. "The group offered me a bed for the night, but I politely declined their hospitality. I am constantly being hunted down by Loitar's monsters as it is, so I did not wish to put them in further danger." She pointed out with a serious expression. "Nevertheless, I did stay close by for the rest of the night, just to make sure the hobbits wouldn't be unprotected if any subsequent attacks were to follow. Fortunately, nothing of that sort took place, so I resumed my travels the next day."

"I see. Did you tell those hobbits about Imladris, by any chance?" Elrond asked with an intrigued expression.

"I did not, actually. I was wondering how they learned about this place and were able to get here as well." Reiya pointed out. "Now that I think about it, they did mention meeting a fellow hobbit that resided in a place called Bag End. According to them, that hobbit was 'cracked' and he had told them many tales about folk with pointy ears like me. I believe those were their exact words?" She remarked with a thoughtful expression as she put a hand on her chin.

'Bag End?' Elrond wondered.

The Lord of Rivendell widened his eyes slightly in realization and discretely smiled to himself. 'Bilbo Baggings.' He thought.

"I believe I know the answer to that, my lady." Elrond stated.

"You do?" Reiya asked with a raised brow.

"Yes. Let's just say your visitors are not the first hobbits to set foot in this place. I suspect an exchange of information might have taken place?" He pointed out with an amused expression.

Reiya chuckled a bit at his statement.

"I can definitely see that happening." She remarked while smiling. "Talking about visitors, I shouldn't keep mine waiting any longer, should I? If you'll excuse me, Lord Elrond, a group of hobbits expect my presence." The queen stated with a welcoming smile.

"Of course."

Elrond returned the gesture and raised his hand in the direction of the door.

Reiya bowed politely to him, then headed to the exit.

The Lord of Rivendell followed her at a respectful distance, as he was highly intrigued by the encounter that was about to take place.

…

Thranduil had spent his afternoon fulfilling diplomatic endeavors and meeting with other elf-nobles who wished to extend their greetings.

He was not particularly bothered by social gatherings, since attending those was an essential part of his kingly duties. However, he did make a habit of retreating a bit earlier when the parlays would go on longer than expected.

Some of the nobles enjoyed the art of trivial conversation a bit too much, and he opted not to invest all of his time in such a manner. Thus, he decided he had done enough mingling for the day and wished to resort to some peace and quiet on his own.

The king was walking back to his chambers after the hectic assemblies. Yet, he was surprised to find an even bigger crowd of elves surrounding the courtyard on his way to the stairs.

'What is all this commotion?' He wondered.

"King Thranduil, looks like you've arrived just in time." Elrond stated with a polite smile, joining his peer for a brief moment.

"Mae lovannen (Well met), Lord Elrond." Thranduil greeted him politely. "What is going on?" He inquired.

"A group of hobbits came to visit Lady Reiya."

'Hobbits?'

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the statement.

He remembered Bilbo from his encounter with Thorin and his stubborn dwarfish friends, so he was not entirely unfamiliar with the halfling race. However, he did wonder why a group of hobbits had sought a queen of elves in the first place.

The king's attention shifted back to his peer as he continued speaking.

"The hobbits are presently in the courtyard, and the queen will be meeting them shortly. You can see now why so many elves have gathered here. Many of them have never seen a hobbit before or witnessed an Elven ruler interacting with one, for that matter." Elrond explained. "Gandalf is not the only one who has fostered a friendship with the halflings, it seems." He added with a smile as he politely parted ways with the king and went to stand at a different spot in the courtyard to witness the scene himself.

Thranduil sighed as he continued making his way into the crowd.

Spectacle seemed to follow the Lady of Fire everywhere she went. That elf-queen certainly had a knack for becoming the center of attention on a frequent basis. 

His task had been to observe her for one day at a respectful distance (when possible). The day was not over yet, and the sights of her had been much more frequent and eventful than expected, to tell the truth.

Well, there she was, again, giving him something more to observe. He might as well take advantage of the opportunity to contemplate how she was going to approach her peculiar group of visitors.

The elves on site stood aside and bowed to Thranduil as he walked to a spot on the first floor that provided a better view of the courtyard.

Reiya walked into the fountain area and made her way to the hobbits, followed by Urien and her two maids.

She instructed the Xandorian Spear-maidens to remain close behind so they wouldn't scare the halfling visitors away with their presence.

The three hobbits were enthusiastically speaking to one another, before the queen got their attention.

"Oh, there she is! There she is!" The female hobbit mumbled to her two peers while franticly moving her hands.

"It is her, alright? She looks so pretty!" One of the male hobbits whispered.

"Hush! She might be able to hear you. Show some respect!" The male hobbit in the middle—seemingly the leader of the bunch—mumbled back.

Reiya held back a chuckle and smiled at the hobbits' comical reactions.

She stood in front of the halflings and they bowed to her in an informal manner.

"Queen Reiya, it is such an honor! Thank you so much for agreeing to meet us, my lady. We apologize for visiting without notice. We did not know how to reach you prior to our travels." The hobbit in the middle remarked.

"There is no need for apologies, hobbit friends. As long as you are not in any danger, you are welcome to seek me out anytime." Reiya responded with a cordial expression, even though she still had no idea how they learned she was at Imladris at that moment.

"We appreciate your understanding, my lady! Um… I am not sure if you remember all of us, but we've met before! I am Dodri Buckletree."

The hobbit bowed to her again.

"This is my friend Sophie."

The female hobbit smiled and waved her hand at her.

"And this is my other friend, Pansy."

The other male hobbit also smiled and clasped his hands while looking at the floor and blushing.

"I do remember you, Sir Dodri. And you two as well, Sophie and Pansy." Reiya stated with a smile.

She had been truly honest with her statement. After all, Sophie was the female hobbit that had offered her a bed on the night the Camalans crushed their party, and Pansy had provided her with food for her travels that same night.

"You certainly have come a long way to see me, friends. What can I do for you?" The queen inquired.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the ongoing interaction.

Reiya was definitely acquainted with those hobbits, judging from her words, her kind gestures, and that gentle smile of hers. Based off what he had seen that day, she only reserved that sort of smile for people she was genuinely fond of, it seemed.

He was quite aware that he would not earn one of Reiya's gentle smiles any time soon, due to the way their chaotic first encounter had played out. Eru, she had not even looked at him once that day, which spoke loudly about where he fell on her list of diplomatic priorities.

That was alright, though. He would make her acknowledge his presence when the time was right.

The king's expression turned impassive once again as the exchange continued.

"We do not seek to ask anything of you, my lady, but rather to deliver something for you." Dodri explained.

Reiya tilted her head a little, intrigued by the hobbit's words.

"We realized we never got a chance to properly thank you for saving our lives and our homes that night, your majesty. We are aware that we are no wise elves nor brave men; yet, we came bearing a gift for you, if you would accept it, of course." The hobbit stated while smiling enthusiastically. "Show it to her!" Dodri whispered to his friend.

Pansy, who had been in a bit of a trance while looking at Reiya, was quickly brought back to reality. "Yes, right on!" He muttered back.

The hobbit removed his backpack, which was partially open at the time, and took a box with holes out of it.

He placed the box on the floor, and something suddenly moved inside it. The motion did not go unnoticed by the queen, who raised an eyebrow at the sight.

Sophie, the female hobbit, removed the lid from the box, and Reiya widened her eyes as an expression of deep curiosity filled her face.

Inside the box, there was a canine pup of sorts.

Sophie carefully placed the little animal on her shoulder and turned around slightly, so the queen could see its face clearly. The pup was happily wagging its tail and licked the hobbit's face a bit.

Urien and the Xandorian maids were slightly surprised by the sight of the animal as well.

The elves witnessing the scene began mumbling among themselves, as they had also taken an interest in the rare gift from the hobbits to the Red Queen.

"Is that a… puppy?" Reiya asked with a startled expression, making sure that she had accurately identified the tiny creature in Sophie's little hands.

"It is, my lady!" Sophie answered while smiling.

"We couldn't help but notice how well you got along with Dixie when we invited you to our feast, your majesty." Pansy stated.

Reiya widened her eyes in realization. She remembered Dixie as well; she was Pansy's pet.

"That's right! Dixie had a litter of puppies not that long ago, and this one here was the largest and most healthy-looking out of the bunch!" Drodi remarked while petting the dog slightly. "He is quite the character, the little fellow. Very affectionate, even though he likes playing guard dog from time to time." The hobbit pointed out with an amused expression.

"Yes… He can be a bit of a sleeper and a voracious eater, too. Likes taking long naps, but he is manageable." Pansy remarked with a grin. "I believe he will be too big for us when he is fully grown, though." He remarked.

Reiya listened to the hobbits in silence, as she was still startled by their choice for a gift.

"Would you like to hold it for just a brief moment, my lady?" Sophie inquired with an agreeable expression.

"…Can I, really?" Reiya asked, her curiosity still palpable in her voice.

"Of course!" Sophie responded, taking the puppy with her little hands and gently offering it to the queen.

Drodi and Pansy nodded their heads in approval as well.

Reiya carefully took the puppy from the female hobbit's grasp and lifted it to her eye level as she examined it.

The puppy's yellow coat was short and straight. His medium-sized ears hung close to his head, and his paws were pretty thick. 

He was not a small breed by any means, and his build was quite solid for his size. The puppy would definitely outgrow his mother by a considerable margin.

Reiya then shifted her attention to the puppy's face, as he looked back at her with his little brown eyes.

He began wagging his tail and licking her cheek in an affectionate manner.

Reiya chuckled slightly at the tiny animal's gesture.

"He is quite adorable, isn't he?" Urien remarked with a kind smile as she stood beside the queen, looking at the puppy more closely.

"He surely is." Reiya stated with a smile of her own, looking back at her childhood friend.

Urien nodded at her in agreement as she turned to the hobbits once again.

"Are you absolutely certain that I can keep him?" Reiya inquired, wishing to reconfirm the hobbits' offering.

"We are completely sure of it, my lady. The puppy is our gift to you. There is no doubt in our minds that he will have a happy home by your side." Dodri pointed out with an agreeable expression.

"I thank you for this kind-hearted gift, hobbit friends. I will take care of him and protect him with my life." Reiya assured them with a grateful smile as she shifted her attention back to her newly acquired pet.

"We did not give the puppy a name so you could have the honors yourself, my lady. Does any come to mind?" Sophie asked in a curious manner.

"Hmm…" The queen wondered as the puppy kept wagging his tail and panting at her. "I shall name him Toby." She confirmed, smiling at the puppy.

Urien and the Xandorian maids grinned in approval.

"He will be my royal pet companion and a reminder of the remarkable kindness from the Shire." Reiya pointed out, looking at the halflings.

"Toby it is then!" Sophie stated in an eager manner.

"I like the name! It has a nice ring to it." Drodi remarked with a smile.

"Indeed!" Pansy corroborated.

Reiya placed Toby on her shoulder and petted his little back gently as she continued speaking with the hobbits.

The puppy would receive a proper bath, some grooming, and a collar with the Xandorian sigil later that day.

The queen was quite aware she would outlive her royal pet companion most likely. Yet, she was also certain that Toby would bring light in times of darkness and keep her grounded in moments of solitude.

That alone would make her experiences with the animal that much more meaningful.

Completely unaware of his own inner workings, Thranduil's expression had softened considerably at the sight of Reiya's laughter as she interacted with the puppy.

Her smile had certainly lit up the place, and her laugh had been like a subtle melody gracing his keen Elven ears.

Moreover, her curious expression remained printed on his mind, and there was also that nurturing side of hers... The puppy had brought it out of her in no time, which he found quite intriguing.

This elf-queen was so… foreign to him, in more ways than one.

Thranduil's expression hardened when logic took over his mind once again. He retreated to his chambers discreetly as he intently put his deliberations on Reiya aside.

He had given the Red Queen way too much thought as of late.

It was time for him to refocus on himself and his kingdom for once.

A/N: Yes, our queen now owns a puppy! n_n

I cordially introduce you to Toby; an occasional minor/background character.

His role is pretty simple: 1) Provide company for the queen (in his own little cute ways lol) and 2) Do things that a typical dog would do alongside their owners (explore new places, travel, and just chill!).

Since the puppy is Reiya's pet companion, he will also witness some of the queen's shenanigans from time to time lol. Just for reference, Toby is a yellow Labrador puppy.

Now onto the subject that some of you might be wondering about:

Did elves and hobbits own dogs in Arda?

The answer to that is yes! Although it is important to note that dogs referenced in the context of the elves were not exactly 'typical', as expected.

See a couple of examples below:

Elves and dogs :

-The Silmarillion mentions that Celegorm and Curufin had hounds.

-Passage from the canon text; "It chanced that Celegorm and Curufin went on a hunt through the Guarded Plain; and this they did because Sauron, being filled with suspicion, sent forth many wolves into the Elf-lands. Therefore, they took their hounds and rode forth…." (The Silmarillion, "Of Beren and Lúthien, part 2).

- (Quoting a Tolkien reader from Reddit here) 'Celegorm, Feanor's third son, had several hounds. Their chief was a hound named Huan (Q. for great dog, hound) who figured prominently in the story of Beren and Lúthien. He was a gift to Celegorm from the Vala Oromë. Huan was immortal, tireless, and gigantic (big enough to ride on).'

Hobbits and dogs :

-Maggot (the farmer Pippin and Merry were stealing from in the Fellowship movie lol) was a hobbit who lived in the botherlands. Therefore, he had to be more guarded than most Hobbits, and kept three dogs for protection called Grip, Fang, and Wolf (J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, "A Short Cut to Mushrooms").

-In the Fellowship movie, Maggot was the hobbit that the Nazgul spoke to when it was looking for the ring in the Shire. Hence, Grip was the dog that barked at the Nazgul before hiding in Maggot's house.

Chapter Text

- Somewhere in the dark -

Fernor kept observing the scenes playing out on his hornet projections as his folded arms remained unmoved.

He had been standing in the same spot for hours since Loitar ordered him to gather information on what was taking place in the outer areas of Elrond's settlement.

Fernor needed very little sleep for his body to function normally due to his innate skills and Loitar's magic enhancements. He couldn't boost his combat prowess with that one specialty in particular, but it did provide a unique advantage for surveillance assignments.

As long as he stood still, the Dark General could remain vigilant for days without the need to rest or get assistance from others to take his place.

He also controlled insects that could go undetected almost anywhere and even inflict attacks on enemies, as long as the subjects under his watch wouldn't sense their presence.

Moreover, his insects could continue capturing scenes even when he was not at the projections site, and he could rewatch the sights stored by them at any time with his magic.

Understandably, Fernor excelled at surveillance tasks, much more so than all the other Dark Generals combined. Hence, that was the reason why he was specifically selected for the assignment in question.

Just like Loitar commanded, the Dark General kept his Spy Hornets in areas outside of the house of Elrond to avoid exposure.

The only scene of interest that had taken place up until that moment was a time when Gandalf and the Blue Wizards walked out of the manor through the south gate.

Otherwise, the people entering and exiting the gates were mostly visitors, servants, nobles, messengers, and a few wardens from Elrond's watch parties.

He had not seen any of the Elven rulers outside the gates thus far, and the current location of the Krisha had yet to be confirmed since the insects arrived at the site.

Fernor was about to go to his master's headquarters to join the summit with his fellow Dark Generals. However, a scene captured by two of his Spy Hornets caught his attention right before he exited the room.

The two projections showed a squadron walking out of the manor through the north gate, and everybody in the group was wearing the Xandorian colors. They mounted their horses, which were lined up in the outdoor stables, and took a path into the forest.

The Dark General widened his eyes slightly in realization.

If that was indeed a Xandorian watch unit, then the Krisha was still at Imladris, most likely.

Additionally, the Sun-elf at the front of the squadron looked somewhat familiar. Perhaps that group in particular had battled some of his master's minions in the past.

Luck seemed to have rewarded the Dark General, as the scene in question would provide valuable insights for his master. However, his short-lived fortune quickly betrayed him when something completely unexpected happened.

The Sun-elf leading the squadron stopped his horse on the path to the forest and warily turned his gaze in the direction of one of his Spy Hornets in the area.

Fernor widened his eyes in surprise as the ellon seemed to be staring right into one of his projections.

Almost by instinct, he made several hand gestures quickly, and the hornet in the culprit's line of sight flew away.

'Was he actually able to sense my hornet at such a distance? How come?' The Dark General thought with a confused expression.

Out of precaution, Fernor kept his gaze on the other projection to see what the ellon would do next. To his relief, the squadron leader seemed to have shifted his attention to other places in his surroundings.

'Is everything alright, Lieutenant Eldrec?' One of the Xandorian soldiers inquired as he galloped to the ellon's side.

'Yes… Everything is fine. I was just making sure our coordinates were accurate.' He explained in an aloof manner.

'Understood.' The soldier responded as they resumed their gallop.

Fernor narrowed his eyes at the sight, looking visibly suspicious.

The Xandorian lieutenant was no longer following the trace of his hornet; however, he was not entirely convinced the insect had gone completely undetected by the ellon either.

'That lieutenant might cause trouble for us in the future. We will have to do something about him.' Fernor thought with a narrowed gaze.

…

Loitar was sitting in his skull-shaped chair, looking slightly unsettling.

His map of Middle-earth was still laid out on the large table as he kept assessing their stance on the rising conflict.

The Dark Generals were scattered across the room, either speaking among themselves or waiting silently for the summit to begin, as one of their peers had yet to arrive.

The door was suddenly opened, and Fernor made his way in.

Everybody in the room looked at him in wonder, including the elf-warlock himself, who rested his cheek on his right hand.

"Well, well… Looks like the elf-prodigy has finally graced us with his presence." Loitar stated in a cynical tone.

"Apologies, master. Something unexpected came up." Fernor responded in a wary manner.

"For your own sake, let's hope that something was worth this delay." Loitar pointed out, narrowing his eyes at the Dark General.

Fernor felt slightly tensed following the elf-warlock's threatening comment; however, he kept his demeanor and continued speaking.

"I believe the issue will be worth your attention, master. Two events of notice took place at Imladris. One of them played out in my hornet projections right before I made my way here, actually." Fernor explained.

"Hmm… What sort of events?" Loitar asked with a raised eyebrow.

Fernor proceeded to tell his master and peers about the wizards' departure and the Xandorian watch squadron.

All the Dark Generals gathered around the map table as they listened to him.

"The Gray Wizard and the two Blues are working together, then?" Thoben, the Dark General with the highest seniority, inquired.

"It seems like it." Fernor responded.

"That's not good... The power of all those wizards combined could spur inconveniences for us. Dealing with the two Blues is quite a hassle already, and Gandalf the Gray is fairly powerful, according to Sauron's minions." Milco pointed out.

"That is true to some extent; however, there is no need to take action at this time. The wizards might create some setbacks with their formidable magic abilities. Nevertheless, they have not given us a motive to fret over just yet. Besides, the White Wizard remains absent thanks to the Dark Lord's influence. Without him, they will not be as powerful." Loitar explained in an objective manner.

"What about the Krisha, master? Fernor's hornet projections showed a Xandorian squadron going on patrol, correct? Should we assume that she is still at Imladris as we speak?" Delien inquired.

"She's there, most likely." Coru stated. "The Red Queen would never leave her people behind to fend for themselves in a strange place. She is way too honorable for that." The elleth pointed out in a mocking manner.

"She surely is." Girith corroborated with a resentful voice.

"Don't you think this is rather suspicious, though?" Aiciel inquired. "Tracking the Krisha's whereabouts has often been one of the most challenging tasks for all of us here, because she conceals her presence on a frequent basis and is always on the move. Always. And yet, she decided to stay at Imladris all of a sudden? I am not buying it." The female Dark General remarked in a skeptical manner.

"Indeed. It is unlike the Krisha to remain in one single location for more than one day. Nonetheless, all of you failed to remember a detail of great importance that should not be overlooked. Other Elven rulers are there at Imladris, as well." The elf-warlock pointed out. "I am sure they are already exerting their influence over the Red Queen somehow. Moreover, I highly doubt the idea of staying there longer was even hers to begin with." He explained while shifting some of the pieces on the map with his magic.

The Dark Generals mumbled among themselves or remained quiet as they pondered their master's remark.

"Understood, sire. Now that we have the other Elven rulers to contempt with, do you believe the Krisha will ally herself with the Lady of Light?" Moriel inquired. "A coalition of that nature would be much more problematic than that of the wizards, considering the kind of power those two possess." The female Dark General remarked in a wary manner.

"I highly doubt that." Loitar responded. "The possibility could be in the works, surely, but the other Elven rulers are not as hasty as the Red Queen resorting to such measures. On the contrary, they have been reluctant to forge any alliances since previous wars." He remarked.

"That makes sense. In any case, an alliance of that sort could still pose a risk for us regardless of its time of fruition, correct?" Duvain insisted.

"It could, but not to an unmanageable extent." The elf-warlock pointed out. "The Lady of Lórien is the most powerful light-dweller in Middle-earth, but she is fading. I do not believe she would last that long using her powers against me or my Dead Armies for that matter." He explained. "The Krisha has certainly grown into an influential queen and a very formidable warrior in her own right. However, she has not reached her full power potential yet. That could work to our advantage in the long term."

All the Dark Generals looked at Loitar in wonder.

"If the Krisha and the Lady of Light do not constitute a threat of the highest concern at this time, then who might, sire?" Nerion asked with an intrigued expression.

The elf-warlock pondered the question for a few seconds, then he proceeded to voice his thoughts.

"Prospective alliances and wizards aside, the Elvenking is the one ruler who could potentially become a thorn on my side at the time of battle." Loitar stated, looking at the map of Middle-earth on the table with a narrowed gaze.

All his top subordinates stared at him, looking visibly confused.

"Wait... Are you referring to the Elven ruler who is neither a ring-bearer nor a gifted magic user, sire?" Dagion asked in a skeptical manner.

"Yes, that would be the one." Loitar confirmed.

"Apologies for my, um… ignorance in that regard, master, but how exactly could he be a threat to us?" Dagion inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"It is quite ironic, isn't it?" Loitar stated, looking visibly annoyed by his generals' cluelessness. "The one Elven ruler who does not possess one of the Three Rings happens to be the lead commander of the biggest army of elves in this age. That same ruler is also the elf-lord with the highest combat prowess at this time." He explained. "I can handle individuals with magical abilities swiftly, and I will get my corpses regardless of who gets involved in the war. However, strength of arms and military strategy could still prove troublesome for my ambitions since they might force us to expend resources at an unsustainable rate. Those two aspects in particular happen to be the Elvenking's main areas of expertise."

"Rumor has it that King Thranduil never got involved in the wars of others, sire. I had assumed he wouldn't be a problem for us with that in mind?" Milco inquired.

"Yes, that is correct; or at least, that is how it was supposed to be. I was hoping he wouldn't take a stance in our war against the Sun-elves and Middle-earth as a whole. However, the Elvenking has been pursuing a bit of an unforeseen path since his involvement in the Battle of the Five Armies. He has been engaging with the outside world more than what is customary for him." Loitar explained. "Thus, he remains a wild card up until now for that reason. I have no way of predicting what he will do in the course of this war." He remarked.

The Dark Generals contemplated their mentor's words as they were deliberating schemes of their own.

Loitar's thoughts on the Lord of Mirkwood have come as a surprise to all of them, and they were already thinking of ways to best deal with the new obstacle in their wake.

"Bear this in mind before you fill your heads with any foolish ideas. None of you stands a chance against the Elvenking's prolific swordsmanship as you are now. You have special magic skills that you can rely on, of course; but do not underestimate the Lord of the Woodland Realm if you cross paths with him. Is that understood?" Loitar warned in an ominous manner.

"Yes, master." The Dark Generals acknowledged their mentor's warning, except for one particular peer who had yet to speak his mind since the summit began.

'Right… As if the Elvenking were that good. We'll see about that.' Gorag thought, chuckling discreetly at the warning.

"How are we to proceed then, sire? Should we stop focusing on eliminating the Krisha and target the Elvenking instead?" Thoben asked.

"No. Eliminating the Krisha should still remain one of your top priorities. Despite her losses, she has been defying me for years while successfully keeping the Xandorian realm concealed from our forces. It was because of her that the other Elven rulers were able to learn about our existence in the first place, despite my efforts to prevent that from happening. She needs to go." Loitar emphasized with a menacing voice and narrowed gaze.

The Dark Generals nodded in understanding before the elf-warlock continued to speak.

"I could take her down myself as she is now, but I cannot make my presence known until the final battle for reasons you are already familiar with. The fact that neither of you have succeeded at killing her does not help the cause either. Perhaps a miracle will take place and one of you will get the job done, once and for all." He remarked with a sardonic tone.

The Dark Generals remained quiet for a brief moment.

Some of them had yet to face the Red Queen on the battlefield. However, the few that had already confronted her in the past looked at the floor with a frustrated expression, as they recalled their previous encounters against her.

They had been close to capturing or eliminating the Krisha on several occasions, but she always found a way to escape, survive, or beat them somehow.

The Lady of Fire had become quite proficient with her powers in recent years, and her combat skills were nothing less than impressive.

Many of them hated to admit it openly, but she was good at both fighting and evading them, which often disrupted their plans.

The Dark Generals would never forget their defeats against the Red Queen, since it had costed them greatly. Every time their task to eliminate the Krisha resulted in failure, Loitar would always inflict a severe punishment upon them. That was one of the main reasons why they despised her greatly and couldn't wait for the opportunity to take her down definitively.

Duvain cleared his throat, trying to ease the tension in the room, before he proceeded to speak.

"What about the Elvenking, master? Are we to take any measures against him at all?" He asked.

"I will tell you what to do about him when the time comes. I should know what course of action he will pursue throughout this war before we make any moves of our own." The elf-warlock explained.

"Understood, sire." Duvain responded.

"Well then… Are any other details of importance worth noting?" Loitar asked the group.

Fernor took a deep breath as he braced himself for what was coming.

The unexpected setback with the Xandorian lieutenant would certainly be seen as an error on his part, but he knew the consequences would be even direr if he withheld the truth from his master.

Knowing he couldn't do anything to improve his circumstances, the Dark General spoke.

"There is something else, master…" Fernor stated. "I'm afraid my surveillance task might have been compromised all together. The Sun-elf leading the Xandorian squadron at Imladris looked in the direction of one of my Spy Hornets before they ventured into the forest. I suspect he sensed something." He explained.

"Wait… He did what?" Nerion asked with a startled expression.

As far as he remembered, none of their enemies had ever sensed Fernor's hornets in such a manner before, not even the Krisha herself.

A threatening frown distorted Loitar's features, and the other Dark Generals spoke in whispers. Their master was visibly enraged.

"Seriously, Fernor?"

Everybody looked at Gorag, as that was the very first time he had spoken at the summit.

"Out of all the tasks you've undertaken, this is the one you had to fail at? The one assignment putting us all at risk of being discovered by the rest of the Elven rulers?" The Dark General pointed out with a tone of spite, as he looked at his peer.

"You might be better off keeping your mouth shut, Gorag." Fernor responded in a heated manner. "As far as we are concerned, you do not hold any expertise in matters of surveillance, so stop your whining unless you have something worth contributing." He remarked.

"Oh, I do have something worth contributing. I just pointed to the fact that you ruined our cover in enemy territory, as well as our chances for utmost secrecy!" Gorag blurted out.

Fernor suddenly unsheathed his blade and pointed it in the direction of his peer. "I swear I will make you bite the dust one day." He stated in a menacing manner.

Gorag unsheathed his own sword and pointed it back at him. "I'd love to see you try." He remarked with a devious smile.

Dagion rolled his eyes at Gorag's childish behavior and shook his head in disapproval.

"Stop your petty grievances already, you two. We got enough hurdles as it is." Nerion stated in an aloof manner, looking at his two peers in disbelief.

"Nobody asked you to intrude, Nerion." Gorag responded, shifting his attention towards the other Dark General, while his sword was still pointed at Fernor.

"Silence!" Loitar commanded in a strident voice that resonated all over his hidden fortress like a thunderstorm.

The Dark Generals suddenly went quiet as a slight chill ran through their spines.

"Fernor and Gorag, sheath your swords right this instant, or I will slice your throats myself!" Loitar ordered with an enraged expression while glaring at the two Dark Generals.

Both of them looked at the elf-warlock and did as their master commanded without questioning.

Loitar then walked towards Gorag in an intimidating manner and stood right in front of him.

"Listen to me carefully, Gorag. You are not to reprehend any of your peers in my presence, or you will face my wrath otherwise. I will not have you spurring nonsensical arguments in our summits, so keep your attitude in check and know your place!" Loitar raised his voice considerably as he was lecturing his underling.

Gorag rolled his eyes slightly, but he sighed in resignation and looked at the floor in a submissive manner. "Understood, master. My apologies." The Dark General bowed his head to him.

"As for the setback in question... Luckily for you, Fernor, the information of value that you have provided for us on this summit outweighs the potential repercussions of your misstep, so you will be spared this time." Loitar stated, looking at the other Dark General in a more tempered manner.

Th elf-warlock walked back to his chair, and Fernor took a deep breath in relief as he awaited his master's commands.

"Do you have any idea who that ellon was? The sun-elf that sensed your hornet, I mean?" Loitar asked.

"I believe I do, master. He is a lieutenant in the Xandorian forces who has joined the units battling your minions in the past, I presume. He goes by the name of Eldrec amongst his comrades." Fernor pointed out. "I took the same precautions as usual by keeping my Spy Hornets at a far enough distance, but that ellon has developed an extraordinary sense of awareness over the last century, it seems. I suspect that is the reason he was able to detect the hornet in the first place." He explained.

"Hm… Understood. Share the projections disclosing the face of that lieutenant with the rest of your peers. If any of you meet the culprit at any point, kill him." Loitar ordered with a menacing look.

"Yes, master." All the Dark Generals responded.

"What course of action should I pursue with my surveillance task, sire? Should I retrieve my Spy Hornets from Imladris now that our chance for complete secrecy hangs in the balance?" Fernor inquired.

"No." Loitar responded. "Keep your Spy Hornets at that location. If any of the elves on site retaliate somehow, just give them a fight to taunt them. A confrontation of that sort will not hinder our plans in the long term." He explained. "If your hornets get taken down, send some of your smaller insects to replace them. I am aware that their projections will not be as sharp as the ones from the hornets, but they should suffice at the moment." He explained.

"Understood, master." Fernor responded.

"Remain on call for any further instructions as usual. You are all dismissed." The elf-warlock instructed.

All the Dark Generals bowed to Loitar in acknowledgement, and they exited their master's headquarters to go on about their schemes.

A/N: As light shines brighter, shadows grow darker. Evil never sleeps!

Loitar and his elite servants making their moves and playing by their own rules! Some of the Dark Generals' personalities starting to show as well.

The dynamic between these corrupted elves is quite different from those on the other side of the board, as you can see.

Did anything (or anyone in this group) capture your attention?

Thranduil and Reiya will be the main focus of this story, of course, but this is probably the only chapter dedicated entirely to the enemy from this epic, so consider it one in a million, haha.

Chapter Text

- At Rivendell –

The sunset sky was hovering over Imladris as the night approached.

Thranduil was standing in the exterior corridor in front of his guest apartment, joined by two of his royal guards.

His day had been highly productive duty-wise, but an unusually prolonged one for his liking.

The follow-up meeting with the wizards and his fellow Elven rulers was scheduled to take place the next morning. Thus, he was pondering everything that had taken place so far.

The king already had a slight idea of what he wished to discuss at the meeting in regards to the war. However, he was still missing pieces of the puzzle for his argument to be a solid one, and his mind was still attempting to connect the dots somehow.

Thranduil did not have much to go from, though. He already had several opportunities to observe some of Reiya's deeds throughout the day. Therefore, what he had gathered up until that moment would have to do.

He looked at the queen's chamber door on the second floor, wondering what she was up to then.

Some of the Xandorian royal guards were keeping watch at the entrance, so she was inside at that moment, most likely.

Multiple events had called for the queen's attention that day, so her timetable must have been pretty hectic as well.

Thranduil's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the lieutenant who spoke to Reiya earlier stepped into the courtyard, followed by a squadron of soldiers.

They were walking rather quickly and went straight to the stairs on the building where the queen's guest apartment was located.

Thranduil directed his attention back to the Reiya's chamber door when the lieutenant made his way inside, while the rest of his soldiers remained on the outside.

The king's intuition issued a warning of sorts as his mind went into a state of alert.

He was not entirely sure what was going on, but he suspected a likely scenario.

Something was wrong.

…

Reiya was in her guest office accompanied by Zila, the commander of her Queen's Guard; Norel and Bara, two of her royal guards and second in command amongst the Spear-maidens; Urien, the queen's seneschal and childhood friend; and Toby, Reiya's recently acquired puppy, gifted to her by her hobbit acquaintances.

She was sitting at her desk writing a correspondence letter, while Toby was smelling a few spots on the floor and exploring the room. The puppy had been groomed and was now wearing an intricate collar with a Xandorian sigil pendant.

Reiya and Urien couldn't help but smile at the sight of the dog pup, as he was getting used to his new space and the elves around him.

The queen suddenly shifted her attention to the door when Eldrec, her lieutenant and childhood friend, walked into the office studio. His pace was quicker than usual, and his expression was slightly tensed.

Unknowingly for Loitar and his Dark Generals, the statement that Eldrec issued to his squadron regarding their coordinates was actually a code phrase to let them know that they were being watched and should proceed with caution.

Thus, they cut their patrol routes short and went to inform the queen of everything that had transpired as quickly as they could.

"My queen, commander Zila." Eldrec stated, bowing to the two ellith politely. "Apologies for the sudden disruption. I request a word with the two of you, alone." He emphasized with a serious expression.

Zila narrowed her gaze, and Reiya's expression hardened.

Eldrec's query could only point to one thing: He had sensed some sort of danger throughout his patrol.

"Norel and Bara, join the other Spear-maidens outside and keep watch. Instruct them to enforce a high state of alert throughout the manor and remain vigilant." Zila ordered.

The two royal guards nodded to their commander and did as requested.

"Urien, take Toby and remain in your chambers until I command otherwise. Instruct my ladies-in-waiting to do the same." Reiya stated in a serious tone.

Urien widened her eyes slightly and nodded.

The seneschal was no warrior, but she had known her close friends long enough to sense a problem when there was one.

She lifted Toby to her shoulder and was about to exit the office studio, but turned to Reiya and Eldrec before she opened the door.

"Stay safe, you two." Urien remarked looking at her two childhood friends with a concerned expression.

"We'll do our best, dear friend." Reiya assured her with a kind smile.

Urien smiled back at her, then she looked at Eldrec, who nodded at her in an agreeable manner.

"Go." Reiya instructed with a lighter tone.

Urien bowed to the queen in acknowledgement and made her way out of the apartment.

Reiya then stood up from her desk and walked towards Eldrec and Zila to discuss the matter at hand.

"You sensed something, didn't you, Eldrec? What was it?" The queen inquired.

"Insects in the surroundings; flying ones, most likely. They were making unnatural sounds and seemed to be moving in erratic patterns. A result of magical enhancements, no doubt." He explained.

Reiya raised an eyebrow at the statement.

"Where?" Zila inquired.

"I heard the sounds in an area before the forest path up north." Eldrec responded. "I assume they were placed there to spy on us, even though I am not entirely sure how many are out there as we speak." He pointed out.

"What sort of flying insects do you suspect, lieutenant?" The queen asked.

"My assumptions might be entirely wrong, but judging from the sounds and movements, I believe they were either bees or hornets." Eldrec explained.

"According to our reconnaissance reports, there is a Dark General who specializes in surveillance tasks through means of very small animals that can infiltrate a wide range of locations if precautions are not taken, my queen." Zila explained.

"Yes, those reports came to mind. Flying insects definitely fit that criteria, considering their small dimensions." Reiya added with an objective voice.

"I agree." Zila stated.

"Eldrec's keen sense of awareness worked in our favor to detect the presence of those spying insects. But there is also a possibility that he was targeted by the enemy due to his abilities, I'm afraid." The queen stated, folding her arms and looking at the floor with a concerned expression.

"I knew the risks involved in this role when I accepted it, Reiya. I was aware that the enemy would target me sooner or later, but that will not deviate me from my cause. I do not fear them." Eldrec remarked with an assertive voice.

"That I know, and I commend you for your bravery, mellon (friend)." Reiya pointed out, looking at him with a light smile. "However, I cannot send your squadron into the field again. At least not while those insects are still in the area. The risk to your life is far too great in this scenario." She remarked in a serious manner.

"The queen is right, Eldrec. I wouldn't be surprised if Loitar already marked you for death, all things considered." The commander warned.

Eldrec sighed in resignation.

"I understand and will do as you command, my queen." The lieutenant stated in a respectful manner. "However, we cannot let those insects roam free if they are still out there. I know they might have already retreated to a different location or gone into hiding by now, but still... We should do something about it, shouldn't we?" He insisted.

"You are correct, lieutenant. Those spying insects could give Loitar and his minions unwanted leads. Thus, we should eliminate them promptly if they are still lingering around." The queen remarked in an objective manner.

"I could take a unit of Spear-maidens and dispose of the insects in no time, my lady. I would only need Eldrec's coordinates to go on mission." Zila suggested with a determined voice.

"I am sure your combat skills and those of your Spear-maidens would be more than enough to succeed at the task, commander." Reiya pointed out with a smile. "However, you will be better off supporting our ranks here since your battle formations provide one of our best lines of defense against any threat." She explained.

Zila looked at the floor in a contemplative manner, then shifted her attention back to the queen.

"Understood, my lady. Your wish is my command." She stated, bowing respectfully to her. "How do you wish to proceed, then?"

Reiya contemplated the question for a few seconds before voicing her intentions.

"I will go there and take down the Dark General's spies myself." The queen stated in an assertive manner.

Eldrec and Zila looked at Reiya warily.

Both of them were not in tune with the idea of sending off their close friend and only monarch to face the lurking threat alone.

They were aware that Reiya was quite powerful in her own right. Nevertheless, the queen could still be injured in battle, just like any other elf, and she was usually the enemy's primary target due to her Krisha abilities.

Sensing their reluctance on the matter, Reiya addressed her subordinates' concerns.

"Eldrec, Zila, you two are loyal comrades, and I know you do not wish any harm befalling me. Nonetheless, this is the one alternative that could save the most lives and reduce collateral damage, considering how destructive my power can be." The queen pointed out. "I highly doubt that Loitar will reveal the full extent of his abilities and challenge all the Elven rulers in this place. Hence, I should be able to handle the insidious creatures by myself with that in mind." The queen stated.

Zila sighed, then proceeded to speak. "

"Understood, my queen." The commander responded. "We still wish to help in any way that we can, though. Perhaps there is something else that we might be able to contribute in the line of duty?" She insisted.

"You definitely can." Reiya confirmed. "You and Eldrec will stay behind to protect Imladris while I am on mission, in case of any unforeseen attacks or potential traps. You may gather as many soldiers and Spear-maidens as needed to fulfill the task. Place them throughout several points of access here at the manor, especially in areas close to the gates." The queen instructed.

"Understood, my lady." Zila responded. "Should we warn Lord Elrond's wardens and the other Elven rulers about the pending threat?" She inquired.

"No." Reiya responded. "My fellow Elven rulers, including Lord Elrond himself, have not yet agreed to get involved in this war on an official basis, and Imladris was already attacked once. I do not wish to burden him or his guests again after what happened at the hearing. It is out of the question." The queen concluded in a definitive manner.

Zila accepted the order and bowed to her.

"Eldrec, pinpoint the exact location where you sensed the insects on one of our maps. I will go there directly when I head out." Reiya instructed.

"Yes, my lady." The lieutenant responded. "Are you taking Veryo with you?" He asked.

"No, I will go there on foot. I do not wish to draw the insects' attention if they are still at the site." She explained. "Well then, you have your orders, Eldrec and Zila. Wait for me while I get ready for the mission. I will personally relay my instructions to our units outside, and you will walk with me to the north gate before I head out." Reiya instructed.

"Yes, my lady!" The two subordinates responded.

…

Thranduil remained on alert following the rare appearance by the Xandorian squadron.

The king's warrior instincts, honed by countless years of battle experience, were fully engaged as his gaze continuously shifted back to Reiya's guest apartment.

The chamber door was suddenly opened, and the Lady of Fire herself walked out, followed by her lieutenant and the commander of her Queen's Guard.

Thranduil widened his eyes slightly at the sight.

That was Reiya, without a doubt, but she was no longer the charming monarch engaging with guests or the noble lady entertaining her suitors at that particular moment.

She presented herself as a warrior queen once again and was about to embark on a mission of sorts, it seemed.

Reiya was wearing her iconic Krisha hooded cloak and high knee boots, along with a battle outfit that was very similar to the one she had on the night of the attack at Mirkwood. She was also carrying her scimitar swords, and her gaze was sharp.

A sense of familiarity revisited the king's mind when he glanced at the fierce elleth, as she was disclosing the same determined look as the first time he met her.

Thus, it seemed like Reiya intended to fight something or someone, which further confirmed his suspicions about a potential threat lurking around.

The Lady of Fire stood in the corridor for a brief moment as she gave instructions to the Xandorian soldiers and guards keeping watch at her door.

All of them spread out to different locations after Reiya issued her orders, and she proceeded to head downstairs, joined by her lieutenant and commander.

Thranduil did not lose any time on his end either.

The king ordered his royal guards to remain in the corridor and proceeded to follow the Xandorian party at a conservative distance. He was going to figure out what was going on, or get as many clues as he could, at the very least.

To his disbelief, many of the noble elves seemed to pay no mind to Reiya as she was making her way to the north gate.

Perhaps they had assumed that she was merely a Xandorian warrior of sorts due to her attire at the time.

In spite of their occasional stares, the queen managed to get across without any resistance or questioning on their end.

Thranduil shook his head at the scene.

Some nobles and their cluelessness...

Once they arrived at the intended area, Reiya gave final instructions to her two subordinates, and then she discreetly walked out of the manor through the gate... alone.

'Wait… what?' The Elvenking widened his eyes partially.

Did she actually intend to fight whichever threat was lurking in their surroundings all on her own?

Thranduil tutted as his face quickly morphed into one of visible annoyance.

That elleth…

She had sneaked out of the manor, just like that, and neither Elrond or Galadriel were there to question her actions.

He couldn't detain the queen himself since that was not his estate to rule as well.

Moreover, Reiya was a monarch and sole ruler of an Elven settlement, so she could do as she pleased outside the boundaries of Elrond's home.

Unfortunately, Thranduil had diplomatic repercussions to consider when pondering any matters concerning the Red Queen.

He sighed in resignation, and his expression was impassive once again.

That was just it. She was gone, and he couldn't do anything to change that. However, he could continue observing the queen's subordinates at the site to follow any subsequent developments.

To his convenience, some did unfold at the time.

Reiya's lieutenant and the commander of her Queen's Guard were giving instructions of their own to the other Xandorian soldiers and guards present in the area. Moreover, they were creating formations around the gates and other locations in the manor.

Thranduil narrowed his eyes in realization as he thought of a likely motive for that.

Elrond's home was at risk of a potential attack again.

Reiya knew about it most likely, so she must have ordered her forces to protect the manor while she was gone.

Thranduil's expression hardened as he proceeded to walk towards a different location at the manor right away.

The Red Queen could do as she pleased, but he was not going to let the elf-warlock and his minions cause further death and destruction at Elrond's home, even if the chances of an attack were minimal at that moment.

Thranduil made his way to the Mirkwood soldiers and guards' watch posts so he could issue orders of his own.

"Feren and Tauriel, a word." The king requested.

The two elves stood close to their monarch as they awaited instructions.

"Listen to me very carefully." Thranduil spoke in a low voice, almost reaching the tone of a whisper. "Imladris is at risk of another attack." He stated.

Feren and Tauriel widened their eyes at their king's words.

"The Red Queen headed out to deal with the threat on her own. However, she instructed her forces to keep watch at the gates and other points of access here at the manor to counter any unforeseen traps, I presume." He explained.

Tauriel raised an eyebrow following the king's statement. Why would Reiya take on such a task by herself?

Her attention was brought to the scene promptly, however, when Thranduil resumed issuing orders.

"Hence, these are my instructions for the both of you. Call our soldiers and guards, and place them close to the Red Queen's own units in a discrete manner, especially at the north gate area. We will join them in their watch duty and defend the manor alongside the Xandorian forces, should it come of it." Thranduil ordered.

"Understood, sire. Shouldn't we warn Lord Elrond and his forces about the potential threat as well?" Feren asked in an objective manner.

"No." The king responded. "The preference for absolute secrecy was Lady Reiya's decision. She is an Elven ruler in her own right, and the house of Lord Elrond is deemed a neutral ground for all of us. Even though I do not agree with her course of action, I cannot overstep my boundaries and disrupt the queen's vow for discretion at this time." He explained.

Feren and Tauriel nodded their heads in acknowledgement.

"Alright then. You have your orders. Get to it immediately, and meet me at the north gate area as soon as you can. Do not forget to keep the utmost discretion when you gather the Mirkwood combatants." The king insisted.

"Yes, my lord!" Feren and Tauriel responded.

The two elves proceeded to fulfill their commands as they made their way to different locations at the manor.

In the meantime, Thranduil walked straight to the north gate area.

The king tightened his hand around the hilt of his sword while wondering if he would have to strike down another monster from the elf-warlock's arsenal that night.

Reiya had acted recklessly by going out to face whatever was out there without any assistance.

In any event, he just hoped that the queen knew what she was doing, for all of their sakes.

…

Reiya arrived at the forest path up north as she followed Eldrec's coordinates.

She inspected the area but did not see or hear anything at the time.

It seemed like the Dark General's flying insects had moved to a different location, but she remained there for a few more minutes just to make sure they were not lingering around somewhere nearby.

Reiya was well aware that her sense of awareness was not quite as developed as Eldrec's, which consisted mostly of sensing the most minimal changes in sound, temperature, pressure, and movement at great distances.

Thus, in order for her to hear what Eldrec had heard, she would have to tap deeper into her senses.

The queen closed her eyes as she focused on the sounds and movements around her while keeping a state of alert. She did not sense anything at the beginning, but heard a slight buzzing sound at a certain point before opening her eyes all of a sudden.

The whirring in question did not seem natural.

Hence, Reiya dove even deeper into her senses as she tried to pinpoint the exact location where the sound was coming from. She closed her eyes again and took a deep breath as her hearing senses were gradually heightened.

The buzzing sound had now become constant, and it was mainly coming from a certain direction.

The Lady of Fire opened her eyes, and she shifted her attention to a path leading further into the forest trees.

She narrowed her gaze slightly and walked in that direction right away. To her advantage, the buzzing sound was getting louder as she kept going further.

Reiya stepped into a clear ground area surrounded by trees at one point, then lifted her head gradually to look at something.

There it was. A strange-looking hornet!

The insect appeared to be small and harmless at first, but it was flying in a way that looked slightly unnatural, just like Eldrec pointed out.

There was no question about it. That hornet had to be one of the Dark General's spies.

"You are the one spying on us, I presume?" Reiya inquired in a confrontational manner as she narrowed her gaze at the hornet.

- Somewhere in the dark -

Fernor looked at his hornet projections with hatred and disdain as the Krisha made an appearance in one of them.

Loitar had ordered him to give their enemies a fight to taunt them if they were to retaliate, but he did not expect the Krisha herself to be the one coming for his hornets.

That accursed Xandorian lieutenant... He had sensed more than he led on in his hornet projections, just like he suspected. The ellon must have shared his impressions with the Red Queen right after, and provided her with leads.

In any case, he proceeded to follow his master's instructions.

Thus, the Dark General began performing a series of hand gestures as he kept his gaze on his hornet projections.

- Back in Rivendell -

Reiya widened her eyes slightly when the hornet suddenly began circling around in an erratic manner. Other hornets came flying from different directions and joined the first one while moving in the same manner.

A purple glow emanated from the newly formed swarm of hornets as they all combined into a huge hybrid insect of sorts.

The hornet monster had multiple eyes and stingers, giving it a dreadful look.

The creature released several stingers in Reiya's direction, but she jumped to the side before they could pierce her. She took a quick look at the stingers nailed to the floor, noticing a sticky substance in them.

'Poison.' Reiya concluded.

The queen looked up at the hornet monster with disdain following the attempted attack. "You wish to kill me, then?" She stated as her eyes gradually turned shimmering scarlet and she unsheathed her two scimitar swords.

"Nár Urya! (Enflame!)" Her blades were imbued with fire at the chant of her spell. "Well then. Do your worst." She stated with an assertive voice as she adopted a combat stance.

…

Some time had already passed since the Red Queen headed out on mission, while the Xandorians awaited the outcome with blind uncertainty.

Eldrec and Zila remained on high alert as their units were keeping watch on the north gate and other areas of the manor.

The Xandorian lieutenant sensed a slight increase in activity around them, so he took a moment to observe their surroundings in a discrete manner.

He noticed a few elves that had not been present when Reiya took off.

Perhaps the least expected bystander among them was the Elvenking himself, who was watching the scene from one of the corridors nearby.

Thranduil had his arms folded as his gaze remained fixed on the north gate. His demeanor was calm, but his focus seemed pretty sharp at the time.

There were also a few Mirkwood soldiers and guards spread out throughout the area, keeping a constant watch as well. Captain Tauriel and Lieutenant Feren were the ones in charge of their formations, by the looks of it.

Eldrec moved slightly closer to Zila, who stood beside him while he was assessing the situation.

"The Mirkwood elves… They know a threat lingers. The Elvenking watches." The lieutenant murmured to his comrade.

"Good." Zila muttered. "If something unexpected comes blasting through that gate, we are going to need all the help that we can get." She stated with a narrowed gaze.

Almost as if the commander had made a call for fate, the gate was opened all of a sudden.

Thranduil quickly grabbed the hilt of his sword, and all the other elves on watch duty adopted a defensive stance as they awaited the incomer's emergence in suspense.

However, all of them eased their stance and widened their eyes just as quickly when they realized the one individual entering the manor was the Red Queen herself.

"It's Reiya!" Eldrec muttered with a surprised expression.

"She returned to us safe and sound, it seems." Zila stated while smiling in relief.

Tauriel grinned slightly at the sight, and Thranduil's features relaxed slightly as the queen made her appearance.

Reiya was not visibly harmed, but she had not come out of her previous confrontation completely unscratched either. Some layers of her combat outfit had been slightly chipped, and there were spots of purple blood spread over her clothes and parts of her skin.

The blood was from the opponent that she had battled against and not her own, judging from the unnatural color.

As expected, many of the noble guests in that area seemed to have noticed the Red Queen more than before due to her battered appearance.

The two Xandorian higher-ups went to check on their queen right away.

"Are you alright, my lady?" Eldrec asked with a hint of concern.

She smiled at him lightly, in spite of her apparent state. "Yes. I was pushed slightly, but I am unharmed." She assured him.

Eldrec sighed in relief, and Zila looked at the floor with a relaxed expression.

"Most importantly, I was able to encounter the insects and took all of them down. I inspected the area afterwards to make sure there were no traces of them left." Reiya remarked. "You were right in your suspicions, Eldrec. The Dark General's spies were hornets." She pointed out.

The lieutenant nodded at the queen's confirmation.

"Did any incidents transpire in my absence?" Reiya asked in a wary manner.

"None took place under our watch, my queen." Zila responded.

"Good." She stated with a light smile once again. "Well, it looks like we have successfully disposed of the enemy spies and kept the manor safe without causing any major disruptions. I thank you both for your diligence and willingness to serve as usual, Lieutenant Eldrec, Commander Zila." The queen praised her subordinates in a courtly manner.

The two elves bowed to her in acknowledgement.

"I will retreat to my guest apartment then. I should clean up and take some rest." Reiya stated.

"Understood, my lady. Should we send in our healers so they can inspect you and check for any unseen injuries?" Zila asked.

"No, that is alright. I am fine." Reiya responded. "Inform my ladies-in-waiting that they are free to exit their chambers since the manor is now safe and clear. Also, tell Urien to bring Toby to my guest apartment later tonight. She can have supper with me if she wishes. Our watch squadrons can break formation as well." The queen instructed.

"Understood, my queen. We will follow your instructions accordingly." Eldrec responded.

"Thank you once again for your service, you two. I will see you tomorrow." Reiya stated in a more informal manner while smiling lightly at her close acquaintances.

Eldrec and Zila nodded at the queen and watched her in a contemplative manner as she retreated from the area.

"Do you think she is truly alright?" Zila asked with a hint of concern.

"We will never know for sure. All we can do is aid and serve her as best as we can." Eldrec remarked.

Thranduil also watched the Red Queen as she faded from sight.

Judging from the Xandorians' gestures, the threat had been eradicated, or contained, at the very least. Thus, they seemed to be out of danger for the time being.

The Elvenking raised his hand slightly at Feren and Tauriel to signal his permission for withdrawal. The two elves nodded at him and proceeded to retreat their own units from the area.

Thranduil then called it a night and walked back to his own chambers as he continued pondering his thoughts.

The incident that transpired that night had been uncalled for, but it was also a blessing in disguise since he had gained absolute clarity on what he wished to say at the follow-up meeting with his peers.

Reiya had guarded them from something or someone yet again.

It was not without saying that she had also played a dangerous gamble to fulfill the task, but the Lady of Fire came out victorious in spite of the risks.

The outcome would have been praised by the other Elven rulers, no doubt, but the king was able to see beyond the positives of a mere victory.

If they were to contemplate any chance of success in the war, things could not keep going the way they have until that moment. Furthermore, Reiya and her people could not just continue facing Loitar as they always have, while the rest of the Elven realms remained blind to the enemy's maneuvers and tricks.

Thus, per his reasoning, the ideal strategy laid not entirely in favor of or against the Red Queen but somewhere in between.

The time for him to voice his thoughts had finally come, as he was now ready to discuss his stance on the Lady of Fire and ways to best move forward in the rising conflict.

A/N: The Elvenking has made up his mind!

The time for observation is over. Thranduil has gained clarity on his stance in the war (and Reiya, it seems, for the moment, lol).

Now that his mind is set, what will he say to the other Elven rulers in the follow-up meeting?

Find out in the next one! :)

Chapter Text

- At Rivendell –

A new day graced the house of Elrond.

The sun was shining brightly as the elves of Imladris were immersed in their routine endeavors.

Thranduil had fulfilled most of his diplomatic and watch duties earlier that morning so he could attend the follow-up council meeting with enough time to spare and a clear mind to deliberate.

Following Elrond's instructions, he walked towards a different section of the manor and opened the door to a war room of sorts.

There was a round table at the center of the room, which had been designed to facilitate a dialogue among a smaller group of individuals.

The king arrived at the meeting site several minutes earlier, but the other Elven rulers were already there at the time. Furthermore, they seemed just as eager to discuss their current stance in the war against Loitar, and determine their next steps moving forward.

All of them stood up from their chairs when the Lord of Mirkwood walked into the room.

"Quel amrum (Good morning), King Thranduil. Good for you to join us. Please, take a seat." Elrond stated in a polite manner.

"Suilad (Greetings), Lord Elrond. To you as well, Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn." Thranduil greeted his peers in the same courteous manner, and all of them proceeded to sit at the table.

"Weren't the wizards supposed to attend this meeting too?" Thranduil asked, noticing the absence of the Maiar amongst them.

"Yes, that was the original intent, but they are currently holding their own summit at Isengard. They opted to host a separate gathering to better assess Loitar's magic and determine effective ways to counter it." Elrond explained. "A servant of Sauron commanding a force of such magnitude is unprecedented. Thus, the matter holds a great deal of importance for them. I believe even Radagast the Brown was summoned to the gathering. That goes to show how serious they are about this threat." The Lord of Rivendell remarked.

"Perhaps it is more appropriate that way." Celeborn stated. "The enemy presently threatening us is an elf who got corrupted as a result of his own trauma and the evil forces at play. Similarly, the one individual making a stand against such an enemy is also an elf who is presiding as the sole ruler of a realm, which was just revealed to us. That fact alone makes this matter a conflict amongst the elves, for the most part. Thus, the duty of protecting Middle-earth will fall mainly upon us." He remarked.

Galadriel nodded at her husband in agreement.

"I concur with that, Lord Celeborn." Elrond stated. "I have a question for all of you that concerns the elf-warlock's schemes to some degree. Have there been any sights of orcs in your realms as of late?" He asked.

"We have not seen or sensed any orcs venturing close to the Lothlórien borders in a long time." Galadriel pointed out.

"Likewise. There have not been any orc sights in Mirkwood since the Battle of the Five Armies. Even the great spider infestations have been scarce in recent times." Thranduil stated.

"Just like I suspected." Elrond remarked in a thoughtful manner as he folded his arms. "We have not seen any orcs trespassing the lands of Imaldris, either. Thus, I am inclined to believe that Sauron temporarily retreated his minions so Loitar could take the lead with his. Perhaps the Dark Lord is gaining strength and gathering his forces in the East, while the elf-warlock is presently unleashing his war here in the West?" He explained.

"That would certainly explain why Loitar's minions are the ones currently retaliating against us, and not Sauron's." Celeborn pointed out.

"Yes. The Dark Lord must have deliberately given him all that power with that purpose in mind." Elrond stated. "Moreover, the outcome also suggests that Saruman failed to subdue the Dark Lord's presence in the East, which has given Loitar a great advantage in this regard." He remarked.

Thranduil clasped his hands on the table as he pondered his thoughts on the matter.

"All of these conjectures are well-founded. Yet, we cannot assess the full extent of Loitar's power without discussing the one Elven ruler who has been holding his minions at bay for centuries. I am speaking about the Red Queen, respectively." Galadriel interjected with her reflective voice.

Thranduil's attention peaked further at the mention of the female monarch.

"You are correct, Lady Galadriel." Elrond stated, nodding at his mother-in-law. "Speaking about the Red Queen, I believe this is an appropriate time to inform you about this correspondence." The Lord of Rivendell remarked as he placed a letter at the center of the table.

The letter contained the seal of the Gray Havens at the bottom of the page, which was quite familiar to all of them at that point.

"Is that a letter from Lord Círdan?" Celeborn inquired, wishing to confirm the notion.

"Yes, it is." Elrond responded. "This letter was delivered to us yesterday by Lord Galdor, his chief messenger. You might remember him from some of our previous gatherings." He explained. "As you all know, Lord Círdan couldn't attend our hearing with Queen Reiya because he is currently supervising several ship construction projects at the Havens. Nevertheless, he still wished to have a say on the matter, it seemed." Elrond pointed out.

Galadriel contemplated the letter with interest, while Thranduil and Celeborn seemed visibly surprised by the statement.

"Have Lord Círdan and the Red Queen met before?" Celeborn asked.

"According to his recollections on this letter, yes, they have." Elrond confirmed. "It seems like Queen Reiya helped defend one of Lord Círdan's traveling parties from a pack of Loitar's monsters at one point." He explained.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the revelation.

"Even though her identity was concealed at the time, the elves on site praised her for the deed and invited her to visit the Gray Havens as a guest of honor. Word says that she accepted the invitation and ventured to the port city multiple times. Thus, she got the opportunity to speak with Lord Círdan directly and revealed her true identity to them, eventually." Elrond stated.

Thranduil widened his eyes slightly in realization.

So that's how Reiya and Galdor had crossed paths...

The ellon was Lord Círdan's chief messenger after all. Therefore, he must've had plenty of opportunities to interact with the queen at the Gray Havens, and developed an attraction towards her at that time, seemingly.

Thranduil discreetly chuckled to himself as he pondered the ridiculous notion. Galdor was clearly delusional if he believed he had a chance with a lady of such station.

An inexplicable wave of annoyance ran through his mind as he contemplated the possibility; yet, he shifted his attention back to the ongoing conversation when his peers continued making remarks.

"Why didn't Lady Reiya mention this at the hearing? A revelation of such weight would have put some things into perspective, surely?" Celeborn asked.

"That is a good question, Lord Celeborn." Elrond remarked. "Per this letter, Lord Círdan himself was the one who requested the Red Queen not to talk about her stay at the Havens, so all of us would remain unbiased at the hearing. Moreover, he also declared his full support for the Lady of Fire and her efforts to defeat Loitar." He remarked.

"I see… That is intriguing." Celeborn responded in a contemplative manner.

"It certainly is." Elrond corroborated. "In any case, we already know where Lord Círdan stands on this matter. Now it is our time to weigh our own impressions and decide how to best move forward throughout the course of the war." Elrond pointed out.

The discussion then shifted towards the subject of Reiya and the Xandorian realm, as all of them began sharing their thoughts.

"Xandor was founded at a time when a group of elves first awakened in the Land of the Sun. Therefore, that realm is much older than all of ours here in Middle-earth." Elrond remarked.

"The Xandorian realm may be an ancient one, but Lady Reiya is fairly young to be a ruler. Perhaps her reign doesn't extend beyond one or two millennia, at the most?" Celeborn pointed out.

"And yet, that young elf-queen restored a fallen kingdom, and she has been fighting a formidable enemy for centuries all on her own. Additionally, she came to warn us about such an adversary without asking for any protections or alliances in return." Galadriel remarked. "It certainly takes a strong sense of duty and character for any leader to carry such a burden, no matter their age. Thus, if you were to ask me what I think in that regard, I'd say that Lady Reiya is a highly seasoned and competent ruler, given the circumstances." She remarked.

The elf-lords looked at the table for a brief moment as they pondered Galadriel's words. She used a neutral tone getting her argument across, but the Lady of Lórien had made a fair point, as expected.

"The Blue Wizards have done a remarkable job educating the queen about our histories and helping shape her character as a ruler. Perhaps it is also our duty to serve as mentors for those who will follow in our footsteps?" Elrond pointed out, remembering his conversation with Reiya at the main library.

Galadriel nodded at her son-in-law approvingly.

Thranduil, on the other hand, remained silent as he contemplated thoughts of his own.

He wished to know the other Elven rulers' impressions more in depth before making any comments on the subject. However, Galadriel raised an eyebrow at him as she realized the king had yet to speak.

Elrond and Celeborn made a brief pause in their deliberations to consider other factors that could impact their prospective decisions. Thus, the Lady of Lórien took advantage of that moment and interjected before the two of them got a chance to continue.

"King Thranduil is the one ruler amongst us who has witnessed the Lady of Fire's capabilities the most." Galadrial pointed out. "Hence, the Elvenking's counsel is the one that we should outweigh before reaching a final decision." She stated while smiling lightly at the Lord of Mirkwood.

Thranduil shifted his attention to Galadriel when she put him in the spotlight all of a sudden. He raised an eyebrow at her, then looked at the other two elf-lords as they awaited his input on the matter.

"Lady Galadriel's remark is a reasonable one, King Thranduil. What are your thoughts on the Red Queen, and how do you believe we should move forward?" Celeborn inquired, encouraging the monarch to speak.

Thranduil looked at the table for a few seconds, then directed his attention to his peers, as the time to voice his conclusions had finally come.

"I have pondered points of convenience regarding the Red Queen's potential for supporting our cause, but they are not without some concerns." The king explained.

"Understood. Which concerns do you speak of?" Celeborn inquired.

"I suspect Lady Reiya did not disclose everything there is to know about her Krisha power." Thranduil pointed out in a serious manner.

"With all due respect, wasn't that expected somehow, your highness?" Elrond remarked. "We were just mere strangers to the queen a couple of days ago. We still are, in many ways. Consequently, I did not foresee her sharing everything in that regard?" He pointed out.

"I agree with Lord Elrond." Galadriel stated. "The queen's power bears a level of complexity that makes it quite distinct from other magic abilities. Perhaps she assumed we were not yet ready to learn the full extent of hers?" The Lady of Light remarked.

"You are both correct." Thranduil concurred. "Nevertheless, those assumptions do not make the matter any less concerning." He argued. "The Blue Wizards claimed that your power and the Red Queen's have similar origins and scopes, Lady Galadriel. Yet, when risk factors are considered, I believe the two of you couldn't be any more different from one another." He remarked.

Galadriel pondered Thranduil's words, wondering what he had meant by them.

"How so?" Celeborn asked, mirroring her thoughts.

"Lady Galadriel wields a ring that helps channel her power and keep it at bay when needed. She's also had plenty of experience learning how to control a power of such magnitude and hold it back to ensure the safety of those around her. Lady Reiya's power, however, is directly tied to her mind and instincts, without any magic devices to manage such a force or restrict it if the need arises. There are several implications to that." Thranduil stated in an objective manner.

All of them pondered the king's predicament as he continued to speak.

"Every great power comes with risks of some nature—a sort of compromise or setback, you might say. You ring-bearers know quite well what I speak of." Thranduil remarked, looking at Elrond and Galadriel attentively, as they shifted their gazes to the table.

The king had made a fair point.

The magic rings gifted to them had helped slow the decay of time and protect their Elven settlements against all sorts of threats and enemies. Nevertheless, those rings would always be susceptible to the power of Sauron, regardless of their desire to use them for good.

Thranduil's expression changed slightly from that moment on, however.

"Nonetheless... Despite all the potential repercussions linked to the queen's abilities, we need her. Or, to be more specific, we need her intelligence." He emphasized.

Celeborn and Elrond looked at the Lord of Mirkwood with a surprised expression, while Galadriel smiled at him approvingly, following his remark.

"Loitar's minions are quite distinct from orcs, goblins, great spiders, or any of the other malevolent creatures that we have faced up until this moment." Thranduil pointed out. "Those beasts have specific vital points that should be struck for them to be permanently eliminated. Otherwise, they will keep coming back up or not fall at all, in some cases." He explained. "Queen Reiya's company was more efficient than my own in taking those Leapers down at Mirkwood, not due to a difference in skill at arms but rather a disparity in prior knowledge."

"Prior knowledge in what sense?" Celeborn asked.

"The Xandorian elves knew what the Leapers's weaknesses were to begin with, and thus, they targeted those vital points from the start. If my combatants and I had acquired that knowledge prior to the attack, the loss of life could have been prevented that night, or diminished, at the very least." Thranduil reasoned. "I could pose a similar argument for the ambush attack here at Imladris. I was able to take some of those Camalans down because I observed the specific vital points that Lady Reiya was targeting in those beasts. Once I learned what those spots were by watching her, I was able to dispose of them without much difficulty." He concluded.

"That is a critical aspect that we had overlooked, King Thranduil. We appreciate you sharing this valuable information with us. It puts several factors into perspective." Elrond stated in an approving manner.

"Indeed. It seems like the inclusion of Queen Reiya in this rising conflict is no longer a matter of choice but rather one of need and urgency, considering the stakes that stand against us." Celeborn pointed out.

"That is in fact the case, Lord Celeborn." Thranduil concurred. "If we are to contemplate any chance of victory in this war, no matter how small, the queen's intel will be crucial. Furthermore, her Krisha power might also provide advantages on the battlefield, in spite of the risks linked to it." He stated.

Galadriel nodded at the king's statement.

Even in the midst of their past differences, Thranduil had been highly acclaimed for his prolific combat prowess and knack for military strategy, especially when he put those forth in the service of the greater good.

Such aptitudes definitely shined through whenever the king offered counsel on subjects linked to his areas of expertise. Moreover, his points had proven to be highly insightful at that particular moment.

The Lady of Light directed her focus to the ongoing discussion as Elrond proceeded to speak.

"Very well. It looks like we all stand in agreement regarding the significance of the Red Queen's involvement in our collective fight against this evil. The task now lies in deciding what sort of role she could fulfill throughout the war, and what each of us can do to support such efforts." Elrond pointed out.

All of them pondered their thoughts for a brief moment before the king interjected once again.

"My lords and lady, if I may..." Thranduil addressed his peers as they shifted their attention to him. "I have a proposition in mind that might help us fulfill that aim in particular." He remarked in an objective manner.

And so, the king proceeded to share the plan that he had come up with following his observations from the previous day.

A/N: The time to speak with the Lady of Fire has come!

Dear readers, the long-awaited moment is finally underway! He is ready for her now ;)

What was the Elvenking's proposition about, and what will he say to the Red Queen when they speak? Time to find out!

Important note!:

The upcoming conversation between Thranduil and Reiya will take place across TWO CHAPTERS, which I intend to post on the same day. Aiming for Saturday (July 13th) at this point (or some day soon after, if anything unexpected happens).

Let me know if you have any questions, and read at your own pace, as usual :) (No rush!). Just make sure you do not skip Chapter 15 before getting to Chapter 16 when those are posted!

This goes without saying, but I appreciate you being supportive and patient enough to follow the story up until this point n_n.

See you in the next one!

Chapter Text

- At Rivendell –

A new sunset veiled the sky of Imladris as another day was coming to an end at the house of Elrond.

Reiya was contemplating the courtyard scene from her apartment balcony whilst her mind wondered.

The queen was still wearing her royal dress, but she removed her crown circlet and some of her jewelry accessories when she got back to her chambers.

Toby was taking a nap on his puppy bed, which was laid out in her bedroom.

Most of the elves at the manor were culminating their tasks after a long day's work. However, Reiya was not ready to retreat to her dormitory just yet, as her mind was somewhat restless.

Her initial conversations with Galadriel and Elrond had gone fairly well considering the fact that she had been a mere stranger to them a few days ago. Nevertheless, the senior rulers had yet to provide an update regarding their intended course of action in the rising conflict.

Reiya was conscious of the fact that all of them had the right to proceed according to their nations' best interests, and she intended to respect their wishes no matter what.

Nevertheless, she had only agreed to stay at Elrond's home for a week, and another attack had already been attempted the previous night when she had to fight the hornet monster.

A single day may have been a mere breeze in the life of an elf, but Loitar did not care for such perceptions at all when it came to his plans.

Each passing moment provided the elf-warlock with multiple opportunities to continue scheming and causing further destruction in his wake.

Moreover, each day that she remained at the manor without being proactive in the war was also putting multiple lives at risk in Middle-earth.

Reiya had nothing but the utmost respect for the members of the White Council and commended their wisdom to a high standing. Nevertheless, all she hoped was that lives wouldn't be further threatened or lost by the time they'd finally reached a decision.

Knowing she did not have any other alternative but to wait for the unforeseeable outcome, the queen walked back to her living room and opted to light some candles in order to ease her mind a bit.

She took a box of floating candles from one of the shelves and placed it over her desk. She then took a single candle from the box and walked towards the water pond bowl attached to the wall, which stood at waist height.

Reiya created a small flame with her index finger as her eyes turned shimmering scarlet.

She lit the candle with the flame and placed it inside the pond bowl.

Her eyes shifted back to their natural green color when the small flame dissipated from her finger. Thus, she contemplated the floating candle for a brief moment as it moved freely over the water.

Reiya was on her way to light another candle from the box, but Zila suddenly made her way into the room before she reached the desk.

"My queen." The taller elleth bowed to her.

"Zila." Reiya acknowledged her with a light smile.

She adopted a regal posture and addressed her guardian in a formal manner.

"Is there another threat on the lookout, commander?" The queen asked with a serious expression.

"There is none to report at this time, my lady." Zila assured her. "I merely came here to announce a visitor."

Reiya raised an eyebrow in wonder.

"King Thranduil of the Woodland Realm wishes to see you. He is currently at the entrance door as we speak. Should we grant him passage, your majesty?" Zila inquired.

Reiya widened her eyes slightly following the announcement. 

The Elvenking? Coming all the way there to see her?

Thranduil had kept his distance since the night of the attack at Mirkwood, and she could not think of any particular reason for him to seek her out at the time. Why did he wish to engage with her all of a sudden?

Reiya was well aware that she would have to face the stern king sooner or later, but he was the last person she expected to see at that moment.

The queen shifted her demeanor as protocol and reason dictated her actions once again.

"You may let him pass. I will meet him." Reiya instructed.

"Understood, my lady. He will be here shortly." Zila responded and bowed to her, before seeing herself out.

Reiya walked back to her balcony as she pondered the sudden turn of events.

Thranduil was the only Elven ruler she had not spoken with since the hearing took place. Thus, he was already there, so she might as well take advantage of the situation to make formal introductions.

That was not the time nor the place she would have picked for such an encounter, but life had a tendency to twist fate at the least foreseeable moments.

The queen contemplated the sunset sky as she waited for the fellow monarch to make his appearance.

…

Thranduil stepped into Reiya's office, and the Xandorian royal guards closed the door behind him.

He was wearing a set consisting of a silver tunic with a blue velvet robe, and his sword remained strapped to the waist. He did not have his head circlet on though, as he had deemed his upcoming audience with the Lady of Fire an informal one, despite its significance.

He peered around, noticing the striking differences that set Reiya's workspace apart from his own.

The queen's décor emanated a highly feminine touch, and everything in her quarters was neatly organized.

Thranduil kept contemplating his surroundings, but he stood still when a scent of sorts invaded his senses. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath, as he attempted to decipher it.

The scent was subtle but fresh. Where was it coming from? A fruit of sorts? Or a flower, perhaps?

Something in the queen's office was exuding the aroma, but he disregarded the notion and refocused on the task at hand.

He continued scanning the area, but his gaze suddenly stopped on the apartment's balcony when something, or rather, someone, caught his attention.

Thranduil widened his eyes slightly at the sight.

There she was, standing on the balcony with her back to him, as the wind grazed her vivid red hair and the sunset lights shone upon her frame.

He was observing her from a distance, just like in all those other instances the previous day. However, for the very first time since the attack at the hearing took place, she looked back at him.

Reiya turned around and glanced at the fellow monarch in a collected manner.

Thranduil's expression became guarded when his piercing blue eyes were met by her bright green ones.

And thus, an intricate dance of stares between the two monarchs had begun once again.

Reiya proceeded to walk towards the king as he continued to observe her.

She held a neutral expression, like a blank page from a book, waiting for the events to unfold. Her steps were gentle but assertive, just like the first time he had seen her walking amongst her people in her royal garments.

His intense gaze never left her frame for a single second as she got closer to him with each stride.

Reiya stood in front of the Elvenking, while she was making observations of her own.

Now that she had the opportunity to see him up close at a moment of stillness, she realized just how tall Thranduil actually was.

He stood about a head and a couple of inches above her, which made for a prominent height difference. That certainly added to his grand presence, which set him apart from other lords and ladies of station.

Meanwhile, Thranduil looked at the Red Queen attentively, as he was also discerning her gestures.

Even though he did not show it openly, he was relishing the fact that her attention was on him and him alone.

His decision to meet the Lady of Fire in her office had certainly paid off. Only the two of them were present. Thus, there wouldn't be any subordinates, hopeless suitors, or nobles standing in the way of his endeavors.

The queen could have summoned her royal guards to accompany her at that moment, but luckily for him, she didn't.

Deciding they had scrutinized each other long enough, Reiya proceeded to speak.

"King Thranduil?" She addressed him.

"Queen Reiya." Thranduil responded in his deep-toned voice. "I believe we have not been properly introduced." He stated, placing his hand on the shoulder and greeting her in Elven fashion.

"Indeed." Reiya replied, performing her royal salute for him.

Properly had certainly been a good choice of word on the king's part, considering that they almost teared each other apart at Mirkwood.

"To what do I owe this unexpected visit, my lord?" Reiya inquired in a courtly manner, being genuine about her lack of knowledge on his intentions.

"I just wish to have a word, if you are willing enough to allow for one, that is." The king responded in a frigid manner.

Reiya narrowed her gaze slightly, making note of the fact that the fellow monarch did not reveal the matter that he wished to discuss.

"You would like to talk then... Very well." She replied.

Reiya then turned around and walked to her desk in a composed manner.

The Lord of Mirkwood did not seem to be as agreeable and social as the other Elven rulers. Thus, she chose to initiate the conversation herself and let things flow from there.

Perhaps that would aid her in deciphering his undisclosed motives.

Meanwhile, Thranduil had no idea why Reiya was walking to her desk all of a sudden, but he couldn't help but gaze at her frame when she did so.

Just like before, he got slightly distracted by her signature traits and movements.

A part of him was still coping with the fact that this refined elf-queen was also the fierce Krisha who had taken all those monsters out throughout the attacks that transpired.

He was no stranger to noble ladies engaging in combat training or learning some form of self-defense. In fact, the measure was often recommended, considering how unpredictable enemy attacks could be in Middle-earth.

Nevertheless, the way Reiya embodied such a duality was somewhat unique, as the contrast between her noble and warrior personas was quite distinct.

"Does it displease you?" The elleth inquired.

Thranduil was brought back to his senses when the queen asked the question, even though her back was still turned to him.

He looked slightly confused, as he did not know what she was talking about.

"The scent of my floating candles... does it displease you, my lord?" Reiya clarified, turning her head slightly to gaze at him.

'Floating candles?' Thranduil wondered.

He looked around as he searched the room.

The object of the queen's inquiry was fully realized when his gaze was fixed on one of the side walls. The floating candles in that pond bowl... They were scented.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow in realization.

Those candles were the source of the aroma that he'd picked up when he first walked into Reiya's apartment.

He was not bothered by the scent at all. In fact, he had found it quite pleasing to his taste.

Nevertheless, he was not entirely sure why the queen had made that one question to begin with or how the subject would be relevant in the scope of things. Therefore, he did not provide an answer.

Making a note of Thranduil's unwillingness to respond, Reiya resumed her actions.

She stood by her desk and took the unlit candle that she had placed on the table prior to the king's arrival.

"These candles are made out of a special mix that contains gardenia, a wild flower that grows in my lands—those that currently belong to my kingdom, that is." She remarked, looking at the candle in her hand. "I assume you have not ventured that far from your borders, which leads me to believe this is your first time being exposed to such an essence?" She inquired, shifting her attention to the king.

Thranduil kept a neutral expression, but his eyes glinted slightly at the statement. The queen's presumptions were correct; however, he kept listening to her quietly, wondering where she was going with such remarks.

Reiya, on the other hand, looked at the king in an inquisitive manner, realizing he was not going to answer that other question either.

The Lord of Mirkwood could be quite reserved when he set his mind to it, but that was alright. She would work her way around his withheld thoughts.

"I will take your silence as a yes." Reiya stated, smiling at him in a relaxed manner.

Thranduil narrowed his eyes slightly at her guess.

"Tell me, your highness... " She proceeded. "Should I blow out my candles and clear the air from this essence that is new to you? Or, should I let them burn and allow for such an essence to roam free?" She inquired. "After all, if I, Queen of Xandor, am to have a word with the great Elvenking, I wouldn't want him to be troubled by a scent that is rather too exotic and unfamiliar to him, would I?" She concluded with a gentle tone, standing in front of him once again.

Thranduil looked deep into those bright green eyes of hers as his mind wondered.

There was that nagging feeling again... The one he experienced when Reiya spoke to their thoughts at the first White Council meeting. It may have looked like she was just making a casual conversation, when in fact she was probing; testing for something.

He was not entirely sure what the queen's intentions were in discussing such a trivial subject, but she had been going long enough with that monologue of hers.

Thus, it was time for him to make the ongoing exchange an actual conversation and engage with her properly.

And so, the king proceeded to speak.

"With all due respect, Lady Reiya, there is no need for you to concern yourself with such things in my presence." Thranduil stated in his deep-toned voice as he took a step forward, closing the distance gap between them slightly. "It will take more than scented candles and flowers from distant lands to displease me." He stated with a conceited smile as he held her gaze.

Reiya raised an eyebrow slightly at the gesture.

"You may do as you wish with your candles." The king concluded.

Reiya remained silent for a few seconds before she proceeded to provide a response of her own.

"Very well. I shall let them burn then." She remarked.

Following her statement, the queen's eyes turned shimmering scarlet as a flame materialized on her index finger. She then proceeded to light the candle in the same manner as before.

Thranduil widened his eyes slightly at her sudden transformation.

Once the candle was properly lit, Reiya dissipated the flame from her finger, and her eyes shifted back to their natural bright green color. She smiled politely at him, then walked towards the pond bowl to place the floating candle on the water.

The king followed her with his gaze as he pondered his impressions on the little spectacle.

A part of him wondered if Reiya had deliberately performed her transformation in such a manner as a display of strength for him. Even if that were to be the case, he highly doubted she would ever admit to it.

Having finished the task, the elleth walked back to the spot where he was and stood in front of him at a distance once again.

She clasped her hands on her waist and adopted her royal posture as she continued to speak.

"Very well." The queen stated. "Since that's already settled, perhaps you can now state the matter that brought you here in the first place? What is it that you wish to speak about, Lord Thranduil?" She asked with an objective tone, seemingly ready to discuss business with him.

He looked at her for a brief moment before he replied.

"I am just seeking mere answers to a certain question, if you are courteous enough to provide a response, that is." Thranduil stated with an aloof expression.

Reiya narrowed her gaze at him slightly, realizing that the king did not reveal the subject of his inquiry yet again.

Why was he being so secretive and evasive about the whole ordeal when he was the one who sought her out to talk in the first place?

The Lady of Fire tempered her growing edginess as she spoke.

"Well, that shall depend on the nature of your question, your highness." Reiya emphasized with a hint of urgency in her voice. "What is it that you wish to know, Elvenking?" She inquired, wanting for him to get to the point for once.

Thranduil kept looking at her as a smug smile gradually formed on his face.

It seemed like the Red Queen was a bit impatient after all, just like he had concluded before. He would definitely use that to his advantage moving forward.

Setting his mind to one of the tasks he wished to fulfill at that moment, Thranduil folded his arms behind his back in Elvenking fashion and proceeded to speak.

"You have made quite the impression, Queen Reiya." He pointed out as he began circling her in a contemplative manner.

Reiya looked slightly puzzled by the king's sudden gimmick, but her expression remained calm as she kept her sight forward.

"On one hand, you assisted my company on the night of the attack at Mirkwood; you saved the captain of my Patrol Guard; and you warned us about the enemy that is presently threatening us." Thranduil stated in an impassive manner as he reached the spot behind her, and his gaze remained distant.

Then, all of a sudden, he directed his full attention to her, and his expression hardened.

"Yet, on the other hand, you trespassed my lands without giving notice; you almost caught me in one of those erratic fire spells of yours, and if I wouldn't know any better, I'd say that you are trying to steal the captain of my Guard to have her join your ranks." The king remarked in a cynical manner as he continued pacing around her.

He was well aware that Tauriel had renewed her vows to him and the Woodland Realm the day before, but that wouldn't stop him from questioning the queen's motives towards his captain, as they had yet to be unfolded.

Reiya turned her head towards the king and raised an eyebrow at him, looking slightly thrown off by his sudden change in tone and demeanor. Did he just openly criticize some of her actions as a monarch?

Thranduil's expression, on the other hand, remained visibly serious as he stood in front of her once again.

"As you can see, your majesty, you are quite the contradiction, and a highly unpredictable one at that. So tell me... How do you intend to act moving forward, my lady?" Thranduil remarked, lowering his face a bit closer to hers as he intently held her gaze. "Are you going to be an asset or a problem in all of this?" The king inquired with a firm tone.

And so, Thranduil did the one thing that the other Elven rulers had not dared to do up until that moment, he presumed; he had openly confronted the Red Queen.

He was letting Reiya know early on that he did not fear speaking out his mind around her, even if she was both a Krisha and a ruler in her own right.

Moreover, he wouldn't have any problem disagreeing with her when he deemed it fit, and he was not going to fall for her charms like most people around her did.

Reiya sharpened her gaze at the king and pursed her lips slightly as she pondered thoughts of her own.

So this was him—the rigid elf-ruler from the rumors she had heard so much about. He was starting to show his true colors, at last.

That was likely the tone that the king adopted with his subordinates, she'd presume. One that exerted dominance, intimidation, and even fear to some degree.

Very well… If this was the way he wished to go about things, so be it. He had formally made his first stand in this dynamic. Now it was time for her to follow with hers.

Reiya's features relaxed considerably as she proceeded to give her answer to the fellow monarch.

"Time will tell." She responded in a nonchalant manner, as the sides of her lips curled into a subtle smile.

Reiya then walked past the king on her way to the desk.

Thranduil did not turn around to look at her right away, as his mind was still registering what had just happened. His expression was visibly startled when he realized his statement and tone did not have any effect on the queen at all.

That was not the sort of reaction he was expecting, in all honesty.

"You intend to keep me guessing, then?" Thranduil remarked with a baffled tone as he turned around and followed the queen in a swift manner.

He caught up to the elleth with his longer strides and stood in front of her before she got to the desk.

"Are you sure that is wise, Red Queen?" He inquired lowly, conveying a sense of warning with his tone.

"I will do what I must to fulfill my duties as queen and my mission as Krisha. That is all there is to it." Reiya stated in a composed manner.

Thranduil followed her with his gaze as she walked away from him.

"Regarding your other concerns, there is no need for you to worry, your highness. I will not dissuade Captain Tauriel from her service to your kingdom." Reiya assured him as she carefully took her box with floating candles from the desk and put it back on the shelves.

The king raised an eyebrow at her statement.

"Nevertheless, she'd be more than welcome to visit my realm if she wishes, as that is both her choice and birthright. We are her kin, after all." Reiya pointed out while looking at him attentively.

"And do you believe she would willingly leave her current home, which happens to be my kingdom, to follow you into oblivion?" Thranduil inquired as he walked towards her. "A queen whose identity was just made known to her a few days ago?" He added.

"You mean the same queen who assisted your captain at a moment of great need, and whose troops aided your own against the attackers?" Reiya stated, smiling at him with a hint of taunt.

"Yes. The one who rules the invisible kingdom and is presently attempting to contradict me at every turn, it seems." He remarked in a sarcastic manner as he stood in front of her at a closer distance than before.

Reiya let out a small chuckle at his attempts at questioning, despite the fact that Thranduil had cornered her at that moment.

Her tender laugh was like a gentle song that graced his keen ears.

"Was that a way of persuading me into revealing my realm's location, King Thranduil?" Reiya inquired with irony, alluding to his comment on her 'invisible kingdom'.

"Maybe." He responded with a husky voice as he looked at her attentively.

"And what difference would that make for you, exactly?" Reiya asked. "I thought other lands were not your concern?" She pointed out, citing one of his rumored quotes.

"They became my concern when a Krisha sneaked into my domain and brought a war along with her." He responded in a sardonic manner.

"And yet, you have yet to explain why my realm's location holds such an interest to you." Reiya pointed out with irony.

"Who knows. Perhaps the revelation would cease all doubt surrounding your nation's existence?" Thranduil responded in a nonchalant manner. "Couldn't you give us a quick peek into it? Your kingdom, I mean?" He asked with a casual tone.

Reiya let out another chuckle and shook her head slightly at his remark.

Thranduil's words may have seemed juvenile on the surface, but he was in fact attempting to get information out of the queen in the most subtle of ways.

He followed her with his gaze as she walked out the spot he had cornered her in.

Thranduil was quickly noticing another difference in the way the two of them engaged in debate.

The Elvenking was always direct, up-close, and confrontational with those questioning his ideas. Moreover, he used his distinct physical presence to stand his ground, oftentimes remaining in close proximity to those disagreeing with him.

The Red Queen, on the other hand, preferred a gentler approach with her counterparts, and she opted to speak to them from a more polite distance, like a tease from afar.

Playing into that tendency of hers, Reiya put a wider gap between herself and the king as she continued to speak.

"I assure you, my lord, the Elven realm of Xandor is real." She pointed out. "I have a throne, lands to my name, and an army ready to march at my command." The queen stated proudly.

"You do, huh?"

"Yes." She answered with an assertive tone, indicating that she was dead serious about her remarks.

Thranduil couldn't help but smirk deliberately at Reiya in the face of her unyielding spirit.

Her attempts at a debate with him had been amusing at times, but a part of him was actually enjoying seeing the elf-queen standing up to him.

He wondered what she might look like sitting on that throne of hers, as thrones were often believed to be an extension of a monarch's power and character. The statement certainly held true in his case.

Thranduil was brought back to his senses when the queen continued to speak.

"I am quite aware that Captain Tauriel stands as an exception to this notion because she is one of us. In any case, this is all you ought to know regarding my realm's location, your highness." Reiya pointed out. "A revelation of such significance is not one granted to newcomers on the basis of titles and station alone, but rather one earned through merits weighed at my own discretion." The queen remarked matter-of-factly, as she folded her arms and looked at him attentively.

Thranduil chuckled slightly at her statement."Is that the case, then?" He stated with a taunting voice.

The king then stepped forward, getting even closer to her as he spoke.

"Rest assured. That privilege will be earned, Red Queen. It is only a matter of time." Thranduil remarked, smiling smugly at her.

Reiya rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly at the king's niggling arrogance. Nevertheless, she adopted her royal posture soon after and commented on his statement.

"Very well. If the idea of such an unlikely outcome gives you peace of mind in that regard, so be it." She remarked in a nonchalant manner.

"I do not believe the outcome in question is as unlikely as you make it sound, my lady." Thranduil replied with a hint of irony, not wishing to give up his ground on the subject.

Reiya raised an eyebrow at him in both disbelief and disagreement. However, she collected herself and resumed her pacing, choosing to drop the matter altogether.

She could have argued Thranduil's statement if she'd wished for it. Nevertheless, she chose to disregard the king's comment instead, fearing that her responses would only fuel his adamant attitude.

Thranduil gazed at the queen as she paced at a distance, wondering what was on her mind at that moment.

Almost as if sensing his questioning, Reiya opted to address the one thought that had been on her mind since their interaction began.

Thus, she stopped her pacing and looked at him as she spoke again.

"This conversation has been enlightening, King Thranduil. Nonetheless, I have a feeling you did not come here just to talk about the captain of your Patrol Guard, or my kingdom, for that matter?" She remarked.

Thranduil's expression turned blank following her statement.

Reiya's conjectures have been accurate again. She could certainly be perceptive and cunning when she set her mind to things.

In any case, he had probed the vexatious elleth long enough. Thus, it was time for him to address the main purpose of his visit.

"Your assumptions are correct, Queen Reiya. I just wished to engage in small talk before discussing affairs of war, you see?" Thranduil stated with a satisfied expression.

"Affairs of war?"

"Yes."

The topic captured the queen's attention rather quickly.

"Very well. What are these affairs that you speak of?" Reiya inquired with a serious expression.

"The other Elven rulers and I met to discuss your warnings about Loitar's schemes and steps to better tackle the lurking threat. With that in mind, I would like to make you a proposition that is already endorsed by them, to some extent." He explained.

"Hmm… Intriguing.'" Reiya replied. "What is it that you'd like to propose?" She inquired with a hint of curiosity.

"I wish to extend you an invitation to host you at the Woodland Realm as my royal guest and advisor for a few days." The king remarked as he finally revealed his scheme in a formal manner.

Reiya widened her eyes slightly at the statement.

"To what end?" She inquired with a suspicious expression as logic overtook her mind.

"Warfare intelligence." Thranduil responded with a commanding tone.

A/N: Oh boy lol

The dynamic between these two! XD There are a couple of things that could be said about that, but I'll let you guys do the talking in the comments :)

And yes, I did spare you the torture of having to wait for the continuation of this banter lol. The next chapter is already posted as you are reading this.

Enjoy! 

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Reiya looked at the king with a puzzled expression when he finally revealed the main purpose for his visit that night, and with good reason.

First, he had openly questioned some of her measures as a monarch, and now he was inviting her to advise him on an official basis to better tackle the war?

Thranduil's actions seemed highly contradictory in that regard. Furthermore, he was not the Elven ruler she would have expected to extend an invitation of such nature, given the circumstances.

That was the second time the Elvenking had surprised her that night, and she was at a loss for words as she was trying to make sense of it all. 

Making notice of Reiya’s perplexed reaction, Thranduil proceeded to discuss his plan further.

“In the suggested role, you’d be sharing intel about Loitar’s forces so we can better anticipate and prepare for his attacks, defend our realms more efficiently, and defeat this evil by any means necessary.” He explained.

The queen looked at the floor for a brief moment as she pondered the plan in question. Something about the idea sounded somewhat familiar for some reason.

Reiya widened her eyes in realization as she remembered why that was the case.

Galadriel.

The senior ruler had asked what she would do if the Elvenking was ever in need of her presence throughout the course of the war.

Did the Lady of Light foresee her encounter with Thranduil prior to that moment?

Reiya continued to be amazed by the extent of Galadriel’s power. In any case, the queen figured she now had an important decision to make, which would impact not only the fate of the Elven realms but Middle-earth as a whole.

Thus, she would have to learn more about Thranduil’s proposition before making her choice on the matter.

“Go on.” Reiya stated, encouraging the king to speak further.

And thus, Thranduil complied.  

“The intel that you’d share with me in the prospective role would also be divulged amongst the other Elven rulers via Galadriel’s exchange of thought, or the wizards’ powers. They would be the ones deciding the most effective means of communication between the Elven realms for such a purpose. As it stands, my kingdom is the best equipped to function as a center of warfare operations against this evil. It is also the one location where your intel would be the most valuable.” The king explained.

“I see." Reiya remarked. “I believe I understand the core basis for such an endeavor, your highness. However, I have questions concerning this proposition of yours, if I may.” She pointed out.

“Understood. Ask away, my lady.” Thranduil responded, having anticipated inquiries from the queen throughout their assessments.

Reiya folded her arms and paced the area in a contemplative manner as she began her questioning.

“How long would I have to stay at the Woodland Realm in order to fulfill the advisorship role that you speak of?” She inquired, shifting her attention to the king.

“That would be dependent on the outcomes linked to war and our course of action to counter Loitar’s tactics. There is no way of accurately predicting the amount of time required to accomplish that aim in particular.” Thranduil pointed out.

“So are you basically stating that I would have to remain in your kingdom indefinitely?” The queen inquired with a raised eyebrow.

Thranduil contemplated her question tactfully before providing an answer. “Yes.” He responded.

“Hm…” Reiya murmured to herself as she looked at the floor with a wary expression.

Thranduil was well aware that the queen did not like that revelation in particular, but there was no other way around it.

He couldn’t downplay any of the expectations and potential consequences of her involvement in their joint efforts. This was a very serious matter that they were discussing, so all the crucial details had to be laid out on the table.  

Reiya turned around and paced towards the other side of the room as she continued her questioning.

“If you were to intercept enemy attacks with the intelligence that I’d be sharing, would my troops and I have to join the fight as well?” She inquired.

Thranduil pondered the question for a brief moment.

It made sense that Reiya would ask such things, being the warrior queen that she was. Hence, she was probably used to discussing military strategy with her own troops on a frequent basis due to the war.

He proceeded to answer her question with that in mind.

“You wouldn’t be obligated to fight alongside us, but you’d be welcome to. The more experienced combatants we can have supporting the ranks, the better.” Thranduil pointed out. “As long as you do not put my soldiers in danger with those ostentatious fire spells of yours, you and your troops could join the fight, I suppose.” He remarked.

Reiya looked at the king with a sardonic expression following his statement.

Thranduil smiled at her smugly, seemingly satisfied by her reaction to the pun embedded in his words.

The Lady of Fire had remained unfaced by his confrontational tone throughout their exchange, but she was not completely immune to his teasing, it seemed.

“Right...” Reiya left it at that, opting to ignore his little jest.

Thus, she resumed her inquiries.   

“Who would assume the role of lead commander on the battlefield if we were to join forces, then? You or me?” She asked, looking at the king attentively.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow in wonder.

That was an interesting one.

He was not expecting the queen to ponder matters of command so early on in their contemplations. However, the answer to that one question was obvious per his reasoning, so he proceeded to respond accordingly.  

“The Woodland Realm is my domain, and I am the ruler with the most battle experience out of the two of us, my lady. That would make me the logical choice to take the lead in that regard, naturally.” He pointed out in an objective manner.

“Right. And in the event that you’d decide to unexpectedly retreat from the fight, get badly injured, or die in battle, who would command the troops then, my lord?” Reiya rephrased her question, emphasizing the point that she was attempting to make. 

Thranduil chuckled at her worst-case scenario dilemma.

“We just met, and you already want me out of the picture so badly, your majesty? That is quite cold coming from you, even by my own standards.” He remarked with a sarcastic tone.

“That is not my intent.” Reiya clarified. “However, it is experience that I speak from, precisely.” She pointed out in a serious manner.

The king raised an eyebrow at her statement.   

“I am quite aware that you have fought more battles than I, your highness. But I have fought plenty in my lifetime, I assure you.” The queen argued. “I have seen many commanders amongst elves, men, and dwarves bravely lead their troops into the battlefield, but then most of them would get discouraged or flee the scene at the first sight of imminent peril.” She pointed out. “Thus, how am I to know that you will be up for the task and your resolve will not falter if the circumstances were to turn dire, Elvenking?”

Reiya was mindful of her stern line of questioning at that moment, but the role of lead commander was way too important in the current war for it to be taken lightly. Moreover, she had not personally been to battle with the Elvenking, despite his acclaimed reputation in that regard.

Thus, his answer was just as important in assessing his commitment to such a responsibility.

Thranduil frowned at the female monarch, looking visibly upset by her remarks. He had been heavily criticized for many things throughout his long reign. But his ability to lead?

Not even the most stubborn of dwarves had dared accuse him of such a fault. And yet, this queen had the audacity to double-guess his experience in that area?

He never sought praise for his deeds as lead commander. However, Reiya’s lack of confidence in his leadership hit harder than expected.

It seemed like the Lady of Fire needed a little reminder of who she was dealing with at that moment. Luckily for her, he was in the mood to give her one.

Thranduil collected himself as he proceeded to speak.

“I have been facing evils in this world since the time before you were born, my lady.” The king pointed out with his deep-toned voice as he slowly began walking towards the elleth in a commanding manner. “Many believed that my kingdom would not endure the countless wars, and yet, the Woodland Realm still prevailed.” He remarked. “Many have stood against my sword, and yet none have withstood it.”

Reiya raised an eyebrow at the king's sudden gimmicks as he was halfway on his walk towards her.

“I am no useless dwarf or man, and I do not falter like most elves, as you have already witnessed.” Thranduil remarked. “Your intelligence on the enemy holds value at this time, Red Queen, but do not forget that I still stand as your senior in matters of war.” The king emphasized as he stood in front of female monarch at an even closer proximity than before. 

Reiya widened her gaze slightly at Thranduil’s imposing presence, as he continued speaking to her in such a commanding manner.

“I could demonstrate it for you, if you’d like—my ability to lead, that is.” The king remarked. “Right here and now, I could show you my resolve this instant, if that is what you wish.” He concluded with a husky voice as he intently looked at her with his intense gaze.

Reiya held her breath slightly as she realized just how close the king was at that moment.

His proximity felt somewhat out of comfort for her liking, to be honest, but she did not dare back away from him as she chose not to empower his presence any further.

Reiya pondered Thranduil’s statement on his presumed demonstration. What did he mean by it?

Was the king challenging her to a duel of sorts?

He did not unsheathe his sword, though, so that didn’t seem to be the case. What was it, then?

A smirk formed on Thranduil’s face as he contemplated the queen’s puzzled expression.

Reiya was clearly trying to figure out the meaning behind his words. She had no idea what he was talking about, did she?

That was too bad, because he knew exactly what he meant by those words. She would have to decipher the meaning on her own, though. If she wished to keep him guessing with riddles, so could he.

Deeming the task of deciphering the king’s statement a pointless one at that moment, Reiya walked to the side, putting some distance between her and the fellow monarch.

She adopted her royal posture as she proceeded to answer him.

“There is no need for you to prove yourself to me at this time, King Thranduil.” The Lady of Fire stated. “I will see your resolve for myself when the time comes, as actions will speak louder than words on the battlefield.” She remarked with an assertive tone. “The trials ahead will reveal what your resolve is truly made of.”

Thanduil looked at her with a baffled expression.

So she would be the one to decide if he was fit for the role of lead commander, even though he already had multiple accomplishments to his name in that regard?

Thranduil held a chuckle at the thought as he chose not to argue the statement further. That vexatious elleth and her quaint ideas.

He shifted his attention back to the conversation as the queen explained herself further.

“That is, if I were to accept your proposition in the first place and our troops would rally together, of course.” Reiya clarified. “I have not done that yet, your highness. I am just pondering potential case scenarios that might arise throughout this endeavor.” The queen remarked.

“Potential case scenarios in which you fight me for control and lure me into giving you everything that you desire, my lady?” Thranduil responded in a sardonic manner, as he made his way to the same spot where she was and stood behind her.

Reiya chuckled at his statement, and she turned around to face him.

“You do not wield the power to grant my greatest desire, Elvenking.” She remarked in an assertive manner. “So believe me, there is nothing for you to be concerned about in that regard.” The queen pointed out before she paced away from him yet again.

Thranduil did not immediately follow her with his gaze as he pursed his lips at the statement.

Eru… that elleth surely knew how to throw off an ellon’s pride with her words.

In spite of the nagging feeling bothering him, Thranduil was able to get some satisfaction out of the taunting statement as he twisted the queen’s words against her. 

“Perhaps." He responded nonchalantly. "However, I deem myself quite qualified to fulfill other desires for you. You’d be surprised by some of the things that I can do.” The king stated with a teasing voice as he directed his gaze at her.

Reiya turned around to look at him with a reproving expression, and her lips parted in disbelief. Was he for real?

Thranduil smirked at the Lady of Fire in the midst of her little disapproving gestures. He was steadily figuring out how to push her buttons, whether for his own enjoyment or a more intricate purpose.

In an attempt to avoid giving the king any further motives for amusement, Reiya collected herself and voiced her response to him.

“Noted, but ultimately unnecessary.” She stated with a neutral tone verging on one of sarcasm, then continued pacing.

Thranduil chuckled to himself following the queen’s response, but he refocused on the matter at hand when Reiya kept making questions. 

“I believe I understand most of the commitments required for the role that you are proposing, your highness. However, I would still have to fulfill my royal duties and continue overseeing the affairs of my own kingdom, even if I were to assume the position. Can you ensure the provisions for that?” Reiya inquired in an objective manner, directing his attention towards the king.

“Yes, that is manageable." Thranduil responded. "Lord Elrond runs his estate in a very efficient manner, and his hospitality is noteworthy. However, I command a whole kingdom with more room to attend to your needs. Thus, I can provide the same accommodations that he has kindly offered to you, and much more.” Thranduil pointed out in a prideful manner, his ego clearly showing at the end of his statement.

Reiya raised an eyebrow at the last part but disregarded the notice as she continued speaking.

“Very well. I believe I have voiced all the questions that I had up until now. Is there anything else that I should know in regards to this proposition, King Thranduil?” She inquired.

“Not at the moment. I have already laid out all the points intended for discussion at this time as well. Your decision on whether to accept or decline the suggested role is all that remains.” The king pointed out in an objective manner.

Reiya narrowed her gaze slightly at Thranduil, following his remark.

He had addressed all her questions, surely. However, something about his proposition still felt somewhat vague in her contemplations.

Her gut was telling her that the king had deliberately withheld information from her or decided to keep some details to himself for some reason.

In any case, she disregarded the notion and proceeded to conclude the conversation.

“Right.” Reiya nodded in understanding. “I will consider your proposition and shall give you an answer on the morrow. Meet me here at daytime. We will talk then.” She instructed.

“Understood.” Thranduil responded, nodding to her. “Your time and willingness to contemplate this invitation are highly appreciated, my lady.” He stated in a formal manner. “I’ll take my leave now and follow up as intended.”

The Elvenking gestured his farewell and proceeded to walk towards the exit.

However, Reiya decided to follow the gut feeling that she had earlier and retook the conversation in an attempt to clear her lingering doubts. Thus, she called upon the Lord of Mirkwood before he reached the door.

“King Thranduil?” Reiya addressed him.

He turned around at the call of his name.

“Apologies for interrupting your leave, my lord, but something else came to mind regarding this proposition of yours. I wish to address it before you make your way out.” Reiya explained in a contemplative manner.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow, wondering what she was talking about.

“I am dangerous, you know?” Reiya stated with a serious expression. “Very dangerous.” She emphasized, as her tone turned slightly graver.

The queen then stood in front of the pond bowl, as she observed her floating candles on the water.

Almost as if pulled by an invisible magnetic force, Thranduil walked towards her quietly.

“You have seen some of the things that I can do, and yet, you are inviting me to your kingdom-” She turned around only to find the king’s chest brooch piece right in front of her face as he stood before her. “…willingly.” She concluded her sentence.

Reiya contemplated the intricate piece for a few seconds, before lifting her face to meet his intense gaze.

Thranduil had made his way to her rather quickly, and she did not hear his steps at all.

Nonetheless, the queen continued making her point.

“I will always be hunted down by the enemy because I am a Krisha.” Reiya reminded him. “Wherever I go, they will follow, and if they intend to attack, I will fight back.” She stated with a hint of warning in her voice while looking the king attentively.

Thranduil narrowed his gaze at her.

“So tell me, King Thranduil...” Reiya stated in a more relaxed manner, as she placed her hand over the pond bowl’s edge and rested her hip against it. “Are you absolutely certain this is truly what you want? A Krisha letting loose at your realm?" She inquired. "Or, is there something else at play here that would justify such a risk? A detail that you have yet to discuss, perhaps?”

Thranduil gazed at the queen as he pondered thoughts of his own.

This shift in their conversation had been completely unexpected, especially since their exchange had already ended.

Did she suspect a hidden motive of sorts behind his proposition? Because he did have one. Furthermore, he had chosen not to tell the other Elven rulers about it, as it concerned her precisely.

How was she even able to get a read on that?

Eru… Reiya could be highly perceptive as a ruler when she committed to the task. That could pose a problem for his plans if he was not careful around her. 

Thranduil took a brief moment to contemplate the queen’s features before providing an answer. 

Her lips had curled into a sneering smile that was barely visible, and her eyes were glinting with anticipation, almost as if she was intently waiting for something to happen.

“Hmm…” The king murmured to himself in realization.

So that was her ploy all along.

Reiya was attempting to incite a reaction out of him with her words. She wanted to make him talk at a moment of provocation, so he would reveal that which he chose not to disclose. 

Thranduil withheld a chuckle as he pondered Reiya's schemes. Did she actually believe she would make him slip that easily?

That cunning elleth.

He had seen right through her at that moment.

Thranduil’s expression became distant once again as he proceeded to speak.

“If they’d dare to attack you in my realm, then let them come.” The king stated in a nonchalant manner. 

He then placed his own hand on the pond bowl’s edge and lowered his face fairly close to hers in order to meet her gaze head-on.

"I can handle the flames.” Thranduil remarked with a low, growling voice as his eyes pierced into her very core.

Reiya partially widened her gaze at his gesture. That was not the response she was hoping to get out of the king, as reflected in her expression.

Thranduil stood straight and folded his arms behind his back while looking at her in a tamer manner.

“Can I take my leave now, Queen Reiya? Or are there any other concerns that need addressing?” He inquired. “I can stay here until all your queries have been properly satisfied, your majesty.” The king remarked with a smug smile.

“No, there are none left to discuss at this time. You can go now.” Reiya instructed in a neutral manner.

“Very well. I look forward to your answer.” Thranduil concluded before he turned away from her and finally made his way out of her apartment.

Reiya looked in his direction as her mind wondered.

She had not been successful in making the Elvenking reveal that which he was concealing at the time, but that was alright.

He’d crumble soon enough.

A/N: The first conversation between our two monarchs has been delivered!

Thranduil’s proposition was laid out on the table. Thus, the outcomes to follow are up to Reiya now!

So much going on beneath the surface here lol

I would absolutely love to know your impressions of this encounter! :)

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- At Rivendell -

It was already nighttime at Imladris. Thus, Thranduil proceeded to walk to his chambers after he exited Reiya’s office.

His encounter with the Red Queen had certainly been a lively one, spurred by many moments of heated debate and unexpected remarks.

Nevertheless, he had formally presented his proposition to Reiya, which was the most crucial task for such an audience. The rest would be up to her now.

He was ready to proceed with his tactics to stop Loitar, regardless of the queen’s decision. However, their military operations would turn much more challenging if she were to decline the role in question, of course. 

That vexatious elleth.

Voicing her points so adamantly... Taunting him with her every word...

She was a vocal ruler indeed, the fervent elf-queen. 

Thranduil shook his head slightly at the thoughts of the unyielding female monarch.

He stepped into the corridor where his apartment was located; however, to his surprise, Celeborn was also there.

The Lord of Lórien had a contemplative expression on his face as he stood in front of the fence. He turned his attention to the king when he made his presence known, and the two of them greeted one another formally.

“Did you get a chance to speak with Lady Reiya?” Celeborn asked.

“I did. I was on my way back from meeting with her, actually.” Thranduil confirmed.

“Understood. What was her decision?”

“She will emit her official answer on the morrow.”

“Hmm… She is being cautious about the whole ordeal, then.”

“As expected from an Elven monarch.”

“Indeed.”

The two elf-lords looked at the horizon for a brief moment as their thoughts drifted back to the upcoming war.

Thranduil and Celeborn were both Sindar elves from Doriath. As such, most of their interactions relied on clarity and objective thinking.

Furthermore, Celeborn was usually more forthcoming and candid with his words than Galadriel, which made for much more fluid and concise conversations.

Thranduil was brought out of his thoughts when his peer spoke.

“The path that lies ahead will not be a smooth one, will it?” Celeborn remarked in a contemplative manner.

“Nothing ever is.” The king stated.  

…

Most of the elves at the house of Elrond had already retrieved to their chambers at the late hours of the night. However, Reiya could not fall asleep at the time.

Her mind had been somewhat restless since her encounter with the Elvenking took place, and her multiple attempts at drifting into slumber had been futile.

Thus, she changed into one of her lounge dresses and went out for a stroll.

The queen wondered throughout the nearby zones within the manor. However, her evening walk eventually led her back to the fountain area in front of the guest apartments, where she remained for some time.

Reiya sat on one of the benches in the courtyard as she kept pondering her thoughts.

She had committed to giving the Elvenking a definitive answer to his proposition the next day. However, she had not found a satisfactory conclusion to her predicaments just yet.

The choice favoring their chances at winning the war was an obvious one. Nevertheless, she still couldn’t reconcile with the fact that Thranduil had withheld information from her when he stated his purpose. Moreover, she was not entirely sure that a coalition between the two of them would be fruitful to begin with.

The Lady of Fire was brought out of her contemplations when an agreeable visitor provided a little respite.

“Company for the queen’s thoughts?” An ellon inquired in a sympathetic manner.

Reiya turned at the sound of the familiar voice and smiled at her childhood friend.

“Eldrec.” She acknowledged his presence.

“At your service, my lady.” The ellon stated with a kind smile of his own. “Permission to temporarily forfeit my watch as lieutenant and take on the role of surrogate older brother instead?” He asked.

Reiya chuckled lightly at his remark, instantly relaxing as she did so.

“Permission granted, dear friend.” She stated in an approving manner.

Eldrec nodded and went to sit beside the queen on the bench.

“I take it you couldn’t sleep, either?” The ellon asked.

“Yes.” Reiya admitted.

“I presumed as much. The sight of you wondering out at this time is rare, even in the midst of your many explorations. Something else is keeping your thoughts, isn’t it?” Eldrec inquired.

Reiya smiled lightly at him, then looked at the floor in a contemplative manner.

Of course, Eldrec would be able to tell that something was bugging her. He had been one of her two closest friends since they were elflings, after all. 

“You are always caring for me, mellon (friend).” Reiya pointed out while her expression remained unchanged.

“Indeed.” He reassured her. “I promised your brother that I would take care of you, didn’t I? May he rest in peace.” The ellon stated, gesturing a friendly smile as he looked at the night sky. “We may have been children when he made me pledge those words, but I intend to keep my promise, no matter what.”

The queen smiled at her friend, and nodded her head in acknowledgement.

“What troubles you, Reiya?” Eldrec inquired with a more serious tone, turning his face towards his childhood friend.

The Lady of Fire took a deep breath as she proceeded to speak.

“I have a very important decision to make.” Reiya pointed out. “Even though the most beneficial choice seems obvious, I’m afraid the path ahead could lead to negative repercussions for our people in the long term.” The queen explained in a contemplative manner.

“I see. Monarch problems, huh?” Eldrec pointed out amusingly.

Reiya let out a small laugh. “The one kind making my head spin, as usual.” She corroborated in a joking manner.

“Well, I do not deem myself an expert in matters of the crown, but I can lend an ear as a friend, at the very least.” The ellon stated while smiling at her.

Reiya pondered Eldrec’s words for a brief moment.

Her friend would provide more than just an ear, certainly. After all, Eldrec commanded a great deal of knowledge in affairs of war. Moreover, she would feel comfortable discussing the subject with her childhood friend under a mantle of long-earned trust.

“Very well.” The queen proceeded to speak. “One of the elf-rulers offered to host me as a guest advisor for warfare affairs. The initiative would be the first step towards a collective effort amongst the Elven realms to defeat Loitar.”

Eldrec widened his eyes slightly at the news. “Oh… That is quite the development. The other Elvish nations intend to join the fight, then?”

“It seems like it.” Reiya confirmed.

“Understood. Isn’t this outcome a favorable one, all things considered?” Eldrec inquired, looking somewhat confused by the queen’s apparent concerns.

“It would be, if it wasn’t for the fact that King Thranduil is the one ruler who extended the invitation in the first place.” Reiya explained with a hint of disappointment.

“Oh… I see. The Great Elvenking.” Eldrec remarked in a theatrical manner.

Reiya laughed sightly at the exaggerated gesture. “Yes, that would be the one.” She corroborated.

The lieutenant smiled kindly at his childhood friend.

“Very well. He spoke to you already then, I presume? Was there an issue?” He inquired.

Reiya pursed her lips slightly as she looked ahead in a contemplative manner.

If she had to answer that question in all honesty, she would have probably stated that there were not one but several issues with the Elvenking.

Judging from her first impressions alone, Thranduil was secretive, frigid to the point of almost being contemptuous, and conceited as ever. Nevertheless, she kept those thoughts to herself and provided a more tactful answer for the sake of discretion.

“Hmm… Let’s just say that I am not entirely sure a collaboration between the Elvenking and I could work.” Reiya admitted.

Eldrec raised an eyebrow, being quite aware that the queen had chosen not to disclose the full details of her exchange with the fellow monarch. Nonetheless, he focused on the matter at hand as he pondered her words.

“Understood. So basically, you are stating that King Thranduil might be difficult to work with. Is that one of your concerns in that respect?” He inquired.

Reiya considered his words thoughtfully. “Yes, you could put it that way.” She corroborated.  

“Got it. Something is puzzling my mind, though.” Eldrec remarked. “You’ve traded with other leaders that were also challenging in their ways and temperaments. However, you still accomplished your task, regardless. Would the Elvenking be so different in that regard?” He inquired.

“Most definitely.” Reiya pointed out. “Whenever I am to engage in any sort of collaboration or diplomatic endeavor with other leaders, regardless of their race or station, I always make sure to study their views and motivations in advance to look for any common ground. For instance, Lady Galadriel and Lord Elrond promote principles that are aligned with my own, and most of their deeds have been motivated by their desire to do good, from what I’ve gathered.” The queen explained. “The Elvenking, however, remains an unknown entity to me.” She admitted.

“In what sense?” Eldrec asked.

“Lord Thranduil has accomplished deeds of his own, but I am not entirely sure about the full extent of his motivations, even after speaking to him directly. I am inclined to believe that he is pursuing an agenda of sorts with all of this. Unfortunately, I was not able to persuade him into revealing his undisclosed motives when we talked.” Reiya pointed out. 

“That’s intriguing. What led you to suspect that he is keeping things from you to such an extent?” Eldrec asked in an objective manner.

“Well, for starters, he wishes to host me in his realm for an unspecified period of time. I am quite aware of the military advantages that the Woodland Realm can provide, but still... that did not sit well with me, for some reason.” The queen stated.

“Wait… Are you saying that he wishes for you to remain in his kingdom indefinitely? Is that it?” Eldrec inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, that is exactly what I am saying.” The queen responded, feeling glad that her lieutenant also made notice of the questionable request.

In truth, Reiya never stayed at a single location for long when she was venturing out of the Xandorian realm due to safety concerns, and Eldrec was well aware of that fact.

“Hmm. Yes, that seems odd.” He admitted.

“It is.” She corroborated. “On one hand, going along with the king’s proposition is the one choice that would increase our chances of defeating Loitar the most. On the other hand, however, I would be throwing myself into an agreement with potential consequences completely blind if I were to accept it. I also worry that our emerging diplomatic parlays with the other Elven realms might be compromised if this prospective coalition with King Thranduil is not fruitful. He is one of the Elven rulers presiding over a realm at this time, after all, and he has seniority over me as well. There is just so much at stake here.” Reiya pointed out in a thoughtful manner.

“I get where you are coming from. It is quite the predicament, truly.” Eldrec admitted. “I am aware that there are a lot of factors to contemplate as you move forward, but this is my take on the Elvenking, at the very least.”

Reiya shifted her full attention to Eldrec, looking visibly interested in what he had to say about the fellow monarch.

“I have no idea of what King Thranduil might be skimming at this time, but I believe he remains somewhat conflicted about your role in all of this.” The lieutenant pointed out in a contemplative manner.

“Conflicted?” Reiya questioned. “What does that have to do with his patronizing attitude, though?” She inquired with a skeptical tone.

“Maybe that is just his way of coping with everything, you know?” Eldrec stated as he folded his arms and looked ahead in a thoughtful manner.

Reiya raised an eyebrow at the statement.

“Think about it. The Elvenking was the only elf-lord who held a royal title until the moment you disclosed your identity. Not only did he realize he is no longer the single monarch ruler amongst the elves at this time, but he now has to deal with a threat that is endangering both his kingdom and Middle-earth as a whole.” Eldrec explained. “On top of it all, you stand as a younger queen, commanding a realm all on your own. This goes without saying, but you are not exactly a conventional ruler, Reiya. I bet he did not foresee somebody like you coming into the scene at all. How could he?”

“Hmm…” Reiya murmured as she looked ahead again. “Your points make sense, but that fact alone does not justify the king’s erratic behavior.” She remarked in an unyielding manner.

Eldrec chuckled at her comment. “You’re right. It doesn’t.” He corroborated. “He was looking at you when we were going over the patrol routes here in the courtyard, you know?”

“... He was?” Reiya asked with a curious expression, shifting her attention back to the lieutenant.

“Yes, and he was not being entirely discreet about it, I should add.” The ellon pointed out. “He sent a death glare my way when I glanced at him in a questioning manner. If looks could kill, he would have obliterated me right on the spot.” He pointed out with an amusing tone.

Reiya remained quiet for a few seconds, as she was just learning about Thranduil’s unhinged actions at the time.

Eldrec turned his face to the queen, who was looking visibly puzzled by the revelation. He chuckled at her expression.

“You didn’t notice, did you?” The ellon asked with a hint of taunt.

“How could I? I was looking at the maps at that moment.” The queen argued.

Eldrec laughed slightly at her remark. “Oh Reiya… The wisdom of the elder rulers aside, you possess one of the sharpest intuitions I have ever come across as an elf. And yet, when it comes to the workings of the male mind, you are sooo painfully oblivious, my queen.” The ellon stated in a taunting manner. “The notion is quite ironic, considering the ridiculous amount of suitors attempting to win your affections at this time.” He stated with a sardonic tone.

Reiya chuckled at the statement. “It is a good thing that I am not presently hunting for a partner, isn’t it?” She pointed out while smiling.

“It is.” Eldrec responded. “Now, on the topic of this proposition, these are my overall thoughts.”

The queen listened to her friend attentively as he proceeded to speak.

“It is likely that Lord Thranduil is seeking interests of his own in all of this, however, I believe you are more than capable of standing your ground with this elf-king and fulfilling your duties accordingly, Reiya. I have no doubt in my mind that you are absolutely ready to take on the role that stands before you, in spite of the challenges.” Eldrec stated as he smiled and looked at the queen approvingly. 

Reiya smiled back at him in both a grateful and acknowledging manner.

“Besides, who knows? Maybe an adventure at the Woodland Realm might not be so bad at this time. It could provide many opportunities for you to explore a new location.” Eldrec stated. “Moreover, the Elvenking might be set in his ways, but the elves under his command might be different in that regard. You and Captain Tauriel got along pretty well, didn’t you?” He pointed out.

Reiya smiled lightly as she remembered her conversation with the captain of the Woodland Guard. “We did. She is definitely one of us in both nature and spirit, Eldrec. The essence of the Anar elves is strong in her.” The queen remarked.

“It is, uh? I was wondering how she was able to thrive in the confined environments of the Woodland Realm, given our ways.” Eldrec pointed out in a thoughtful manner.

“I asked her the same question, actually.” Reiya stated. “Tauriel’s upbringing was not always easy, it seems. She told me that she sneaked out of the realm a handful of times. Even against the king’s orders, on occasion.”

Eldrec laughed slightly at the statement. “The Sun-elves’ overly curious and rebellious nature at its best.” He pointed out in a light manner. “Did you tell her that you yourself still sneak out from time to time, even against the advice of your own officials, as well?”

Reiya chuckled at the comment. “No, I did not. I didn’t wish to tempt her further into not following orders. The Elvenking does not seem to be very fond of that behavior in particular.” She remarked while smiling.

Shifting her mood all of a sudden, Reiya sighed and looked at the dark skies as her mind drifted to thoughts of a different kind.

“In spite of Lord Thranduil’s sternness, I must acknowledge that he raised Tauriel to be a commendable young elleth and warrior. He took her under his wing and protected her when I couldn’t.” Reiya stated, looking down in a remorseful manner. “I was not able to save her parents and so many others back then, Eldrec. There is so much blood on my hands…“ The queen remarked as the losses from the on-going war weighted heavily in her consciousness. 

“Hey…” Eldrec addressed the Lady of Fire, placing his hand on top of hers in a comforting manner. “You were not yet ready to take the crown and use your Krisha power on the battlefield at the time Tauriel’s parents and the others perished. However, you used that very same power to save her life that night at Mirkwood, and she will always be grateful to you for such a selfless and heroic deed on your end, I’m sure.” He reassured her. “We cannot change the unfortunate events of the past, but we can shift the course of the present, can’t we?” The ellon pointed out.

Reiya smiled at her friend as she held his hand lightly. “You and Urien always cast a light in the midst of all this endless darkness, Eldrec. I do not know where I would be without the two of you.” The Lady of Fire remarked as she looked down at the floor in a solemn manner.

Eldrec placed his other hand on top of hers. “I am inclined to believe that you would still be an outstanding queen, trying to do what is right for our realm and the rest of Middle-earth.” He assured her with a light smile on his face.

Reiya smiled back at him in the same manner.

Eldrec carefully retreated his hands from hers and looked ahead.

“Now, I cannot predict how Urien is going to feel when she finds out that you and I had this whole conversation without her. She is probably going to be upset because she was not included in the mischievous debate. That hopeless romantic elleth...” Eldrec stated with a taunting voice.

Reiya let out a small laugh. “She probably will. You will have to make it up to her, on my behalf.” She stated, smiling in a sympathetic manner.

Eldrec sighed at the statement. “I will, I will...” He stated in a resigned manner.

Reiya chuckled lightly at his reaction.

“Well, I know we diverted from the subject a handful of times, but hopefully, this conversation helped ease your mind to some extent?” Eldrec asked.

“Oh, it did more than just that, my friend. In fact, I believe I now have some leads on how I should proceed with the proposition in question moving forward.” Reiya stated with a serious tone.

The queen stood up and began pacing the area in front of the bench. She folded an arm across her torso and placed the other below her chin in a contemplative manner.

“King Thranduil commands the largest army of elves in this age, just like Lady Galadriel pointed out when we exchanged words.” Reiya remarked. “The Xandorian forces outnumber Lothlorien’s by a big margin, but the Elvenking’s troops are still more extensive than ours, respectively. Thus, we need his army to gain an advantage with numbers on the battlefield. However, he still requires our intelligence for his tactics to be effective, because numbers alone cannot ensure a victory against Loitar’s forces. Strategy will be crucial for the coalition to succeed, and he knows this.” The queen explained.

“True. Nevertheless, he wishes for you to share our intelligence at his realm, the one domain where he holds full authority.” Eldrec pointed out in an objective manner. 

“Exactly. That is where the conflict lies.” Reiya corroborated.

The queen turned in the other direction while pacing, as Eldrec listened to her attentively.

“Even though all the Elven realms are now committed to fighting Loitar, each settlement is still functioning as an independent entity.” Reiya pointed out. “I preside over a realm of my own in that regard; however, the Elvenking would still hold the highest authority at the Woodland Realm if I were to perform the suggested role in that location. Thus, the balance of power would disproportionately lean in his favor as a result.” The queen remarked.

“Right, and Xandor cannot step up as a provisional location to run King Thranduil’s military operations due to the risks involved, correct?” Eldrec pointed out.

“Yes.” Reiya confirmed. “If our realm were to take on such an endeavor, that would exponentially increase our chances of exposure amongst the enemy spies. The risks linked to that scenario are far too great. Thus, the measure is out of the question.” The queen pointed out. “Nevertheless, an alternative path still remains—one that would help turn the scale of power to our side ever slightly, even if I were to perform the suggested role at the Woodland Realm.” She remarked.

Eldrec smiled at the queen’s newly found confidence and determination. “You already came up with a plan of your own, didn’t you?” He inquired.

“I did, in fact, mellon (friend).” Reiya stated as she shifted her attention to the Xandorian lieutenant, and smiled in a satisfactory manner.

A/N: The Red Queen is gaining clarity on her stance!

There is always that one friend who will share words of wisdom and help us gain direction when we are feeling lost :) That friend is Eldrec in this scenario, of course.

What is Reiya contemplating at this time?

Find out when she meets the king again in the next chapter! :D

Quick note on Eldrec:

There will be more on this in future chapters, but just for the sake of clarity:

Reiya had an older brother by blood, and Eldrec was actually his best friend when they were elfings. Just like he indicated, Reiya’s brother made him promise to take care of his sister if he were to perish at any time in the war, and Eldrec gladly accepted the task. Hence, that is the reason why he is fully committed to guarding Reiya from danger (in spite of the fact that the queen is quite powerful on her own), and acts somewhat overprotective around her from time to time lol.

Eldrec cares for Urien just as much (Reiya’s fellow childhood friend), but he always makes sure to stick to his promise with the queen, no matter what :)

Chapter Text

– At Rivendell –

The next day came fairly quickly at Imladris, and with it, the moment of truth.

Thranduil cleared most of his schedule at the time, knowing that a series of endeavors would follow his audience with the Red Queen regardless of her decision. Bearing that in mind, he made his way to Reiya’s guest apartment swiftly.

The Xandorian guards at the entrance door granted him access without questioning that morning, suggesting that the Lady of Fire was expecting his visit as much as he did her answer.  

Thranduil walked into the familiar office to find several ellith in the room, including the queen herself.

Reiya was sitting at her desk while Zila and two royal guards were keeping watch at her side.

Thus, the queen stood up from her chair, and the royal guards bowed to him as soon as he made his presence known.

“Quel amrum (Good morning), King Thranduil. You’ve arrived early.” Reiya stated with a passive tone as she went to stand in front of him and performed her royal salute.

“To you as well, Queen Reiya, and yes. Many duties lie ahead, as you know.” Thranduil responded with his deep-toned voice, greeting her in Elven fashion.

“That I do.” Reiya remarked.

The queen turned to her subordinates and nodded, politely gesturing for them to leave so she could begin her audience with Thranduil.  All of them nodded back and proceeded to exit the apartment.

Once Zila and the royal guards made their way out, the Lady of Fire shifted her attention to the fellow monarch.

“How are you faring this morning, your highness?” Reiya inquired, as she walked back to her desk and began clearing the table.

“I am faring well, my lady. Hope you are too.” Thranduil responded in an impassive manner.

“Have your guards detected anything unusual since last night?” She asked with genuine interest while her back was still turned to the king.

“They have not. The manor is clear at this time.” He assured her. “Your answer to the proposition that I put forth has yet to unfold, however. Care to share it?” Thranduil pointed out, bringing up the pressing matter without further ado. 

Reiya hummed at his remark.

“Is that urgency I am sensing in your words, King Thranduil?” She inquired. “Are you usually this hasty when seeking the counsel of other rulers?” The queen remarked as she turned her face towards him and smiled snidely. 

“Quite the contrary, your majesty. I am patient.” Thranduil responded. “Much more so than other fellow monarchs, for what I’ve seen.” He added with a hint of taunt as he looked at her attentively.

Reiya glanced at the king with a sardonic expression, being aware of the meaning behind his words.

Unlike their first conversation, Thranduil was not holding his tongue at the beginning of the exchange that time around.

Good. They would have a proper dialogue from the start, it seemed.

Reiya looked at the king attentively for a couple of seconds, but quickly relaxed and smiled in a pretentious manner as she turned her attention back to the items on the desk and replied to him. 

“Right. If you say so.” She left it at that.

“You doubt my words?” Thranduil inquired with a raised eyebrow as he began walking towards her in a paced manner.

“Doubt is not the accurate term for it.” The queen rectified. 

“What term best suits your thoughts, then?”

“Unlikely, I’d say.” Reiya responded. “I’ve read about self-proclaimed patient monarchs who were driven to madness by all sorts of things, your highness.” She pointed out.

“Things such as …?”

“Everything; war, the burdens of the crown, corruption, riches, conflicts among kin, grudges, and so on.” She stated, turning around to face him as he now stood in front of her.

“And you believe I will meet the same fate as them?” He asked in an inquisitive manner.

“I do not know what to believe in that regard, Elvenking. I cannot attest to your strengths at this time.” Reiya remarked, turning her attention back to her desk as she resumed her task.

“You will, eventually.” Thranduil stated with a husky voice as his frame remained unmoved behind her.

Almost as if sensing the king’s subtle teasing, Reiya turned to face him and pursed her lips slightly.

Thranduil smiled smugly at her for a brief moment, seemingly satisfied by her reaction. However, his expression turned serious when he continued to speak. 

“In any case, lack of patience is not the issue prompting my question, but rather limited time, my lady.” The king explained. “A series of measures will follow this banter, no matter the outcome. Thus, time is of the essence.” He concluded with his impassive voice.

“Hmm… Fair enough.” Reiya stated in a nonchalant manner as she turned her attention back to the desk and continued reorganizing the items on the table. 

Thranduil looked at the queen with a narrowed gaze.

He had brought up the issue of her undisclosed decision twice already, but she had yet to provide an answer.

That was odd…

He still wholeheartedly believed that Reiya was an impatient ruler in many regards. Nevertheless, she had remained strangely calm since their exchange began.

‘She is up something.’ The king concluded as he resumed the conversation.

“So, are you planning on telling me your answer as of this moment? Or do you intend to make me grind for it, Red Queen?” Thranduil inquired with a sardonic tone.

Reiya turned to him and raised an eyebrow. However she gestured a light smile soon after as she spoke. “Very well. I shall give you my answer now, then.” She remarked.

Thranduil looked at her attentively, awaiting her response with an unspoken hint of suspense. 

“I intend to accept your proposition,” She stated.

The king managed to hold off a sigh of relief following her words. Yet, his comfort was soon ended when Reiya finished her statement.

“If, you abide by my terms—seven, to be exact.” She pointed out while smiling as she went to stand next to her chair. 

Thranduil directed his attention to the female monarch, looking visibly confused.

“… Come again?” He asked out loud, wishing to reconfirm her statement.

“I said that if I am to accept your proposition, you should fulfill seven terms for me.” Reiya restated, voicing her wishes clearly that time around.

‘Seven?’ Thranduil thought, looking at the queen with a startled expression that verged in annoyance.

Was she being serious?

They had only spoken once, and she was already making demands out of him?

Not even Galadriel had pushed for that many terms in past diplomatic endeavors.

Reminding himself that they were still in great need of the Red Queen’s intelligence in spite of her insolence, Thranduil tried his best to remain calm as he proceeded to ask about the terms in question.

“And those are…?”

“…the ones listed on this document.” Reiya interjected as she opened two sealed parchments that were carefully placed on the desk table. “These are copies of the contract for the prospective arrangement at hand, which I will discuss with you presently.” The queen explained. “The parchments contain my signature and a blank space for you to add yours, if you were to agree to my terms, that is. You would keep one of the two copies for your records, should it come to that.” She pointed out.

Thranduil tensed considerably following Reiya’s explanation.

‘I knew she was up to something.’ The king thought with an annoyed expression.

Almost as if sensing his disbelief and growing disapproval of her sudden actions, Reiya continued to speak.

“You see, King Thranduil, in Xandor we do not take propositions such as the one that you are making lightly.” The queen explained. “We hold people accountable for their premises under such prospective agreements, both in verbal and written form.” She pointed out. “I will state my terms in the exact same order as listed in the document at hand, and you are more than welcome to ask for any clarification on those, if needed.”

Thranduil narrowed his eyes slightly at her remark.

“Number one; You shall facilitate both the time and resources for me to fulfill my queenly duties as required throughout my stay at the Woodland Realm.” Reiya remarked. “You already stated that there wouldn’t be any issues with that one measure in particular, so I expect that everything will run smoothly, in that regard.” She pointed out.

The king raised an eyebrow at the statement.

“Number two; I will bring a larger company comprised by a diverse group of subjects, ranging from cooks, ladies-in-waiting, healers, warriors from different military branches, and so on.” Reiya pointed out. “Thus, all of them should also be properly lodged and provided with the necessary accommodations so they can perform their tasks accordingly.” The queen explained.

Thranduil kept a collected exterior following her words.

He did not like the idea of allowing a large group of strangers from an arcane Elvish realm into his turf, to be honest. However, he had more than enough room to accommodate all of them, per the queen’s request. 

Thus, he continued listening to the female monarch attentively, as the remaining terms were still on course.

“Number three; The elves in my company will acknowledge your authority as king and lead commander throughout this endeavor.” Reiya stated.

‘Hmm… what’s the catch?’ Thranduil thought with a hint of suspicion, knowing quite well that Reiya wouldn’t just concede all her power in such a manner.

“However, I am still the Xandorians’ queen by law, so your authority will not outrank my own amongst my subjects.” She stated. “Following that lead, I will assume the role of lead commander if any of the worst-case scenarios that we discussed take place or you are deemed unable to perform the role for any other reason.”

‘And there it is.’ The king thought in a sardonic manner as Reiya continued to speak.

“Number four; I may venture out of your kingdom whenever I please.” The queen emphasized with a firm tone.

Thranduil suppressed a chuckle at the ridiculous term, which he was unlikely to abide by anyway. Nevertheless, he kept quiet for the sake of appearances as the queen proceeded. 

“Number five; I ride a mighty beast that has served with me in battle for most of my life. He is a creature of larger dimensions, just like your great elk, but a completely different species on his own. Thus, he is to be allowed to roam your forest freely, and your guards shall not harm him.” Reiya explained with a wary expression.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow following the statement.

So she knew about his great elk, as well…

What kind of creature her mount was, he'd wondered. His guards and Elrond’s wardens had not reported any sights of a mighty beast in the surroundings, other than his great elk, of course.

Did she just let the creature venture off whenever it pleased?

That sounded rather risky...

Sensing the king’s doubts on the matter, Reiya provided further clarification.

“There is no need for you to worry, Lord Thranduil. My mount will not disrupt the wildlife in your lands because I have trained him to hunt and feed solely on creatures prompted by evil forces. Thus, he can coexist with nature quite peacefully.” She stated, smiling in a light manner.

Thranduil was not entirely convinced by Reiya’s assurances regarding her mount, but he let his concerns slide for the time being as he continued assessing the queen’s terms.

“Number six; I now own a dog pup as well, and I intend to bring him with me on this expedition. Therefore, he is to be allowed in my chambers and the common areas within your kingdom.” Reiya affirmed in an assertive manner.

Thranduil’s expression remained blank at first, but his eyes widened in realization soon after.

Was Reiya referring to the dog pup gifted to her by that group of hobbits in the courtyard? 

Well… the puppy seemed harmless enough, at the very least.

If the small canine companion would keep the queen in good spirits while fulfilling the prospective role, so be it.

Thranduil was brought out of his thoughts when Reiya proceeded to conclude her list of unforeseen requests. 

“That leads me to number seven; the last and most crucial term of them all.” Reiya affirmed. “Your proposition will require the two of us to work together to a considerable capacity. Therefore, in order for this collaboration to be a fruitful one, I ought to make myself clear with a certain expectation, if I may.” She stated.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the remark.

“And what is this expectation, exactly?” The king asked in a wary manner, suspecting that he was not going to like what was coming next.

Reiya looked at him attentively as she proceeded to speak. 

“I am not one of your servants, maidens, subordinates, prisoners, or possessions, King Thranduil.” The Lady of Fire remarked in an assertive manner. “I am but a queen who is not bound to you in any way or form. Thus, you will respect me as you would any other lady of station and honor my wishes as far as myself and my realm are concerned.” She pointed out. “I will help Middle-earth defeat this evil in any way that I can, no matter what. Yet, if this one term is broken or not fulfilled to satisfaction at any point, I reserve the right to end this prospective collaboration between us effective immediately.” The queen pointed out, accentuating the warning in her words.

Thranduil’s lips tensed, and his eyes glinted as his expression gradually turned into a glare. Nevertheless, Reiya was not shaken by the sight of his aggravation, which further showed that she was dead serious about what she said. 

The king was about to interject, but Reiya did not allow him to speak, as she herself did more of the talking. 

“Now, before you go ahead and argue that my terms are outrageous, here lies the issue, my lord; You are asking me to stay in your realm indefinitely.” She pointed out. “The mere fact that I am even considering such a measure to begin with, is already putting my life and those of the Sun-elves that I sought to protect at risk. If you were in my place, you would have gone to similar lengths to mitigate the risks, I’d imagine. Thus, I deem my terms to be quite fair, in the midst of such circumstances.” The queen explained in an objective manner.

Thranduil’s eyes narrowed further, and his frown became more apparent following the queen’s statement.

“Very well, I believe I gave you my answer in its entirety, Elvenking.” Reiya concluded. “Interestingly enough, the following outcome is now subjected to your decision in regards to my conditions, as you can see.” She stated. “Thus, are you willing to fulfill the terms in question? Or would you rather disregard them and withdraw your proposition altogether?” Reiya asked in a collected manner as she awaited the king’s answer.

Thranduil took a deep breath and pursed his lips, making a conscious effort not to lose his temper with the queen at that moment.

Did she have any idea of who she was talking to?

Adding to his growing frustration, Reiya had forced him into a position where he did not have any other choice but to abide by her terms, if they wished to gain her insights on the enemy, that is.

The Lady of Fire was clever, without a doubt, but not infallible, as he had come to realize. He would have to remind her of that fact soon enough, but other priorities awaited at the time.

Managing to tame his temper, Thranduil looked at the queen with a cynical expression and walked towards her in a paced but menacing manner.

He stood in front of the female monarch and looked at her attentively for a brief moment, as he finally interjected.

“You do not intend to make this easy for me, don’t you?” He stated with a sardonic look, speaking rather informally.

“I am just making sure that this agreement is more equitable for both parties. That is all there is to it.” Reiya responded in an objective manner, matching his informal tone.

“Right. I guess it did not cross my mind that you would be this hard to please.” He pointed out with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“You could please me now, if that is what you wish.” The queen responded in a gutsy manner, choosing to build on his statement rather than argue against it.

Following her remark, Reiya placed her hand on the quill pen set at the table and slid it over to his side. She took the pen out of the base and held it close to the king’s chest as she met his gaze once again.

“The task wouldn’t be that hard to fulfill at this time, would it?” She pointed with an objective tone.

Thranduil looked down at the quill pen for a brief moment as Reiya awaited his response.

Soon after, he rolled his eyes and shook his head in a resigned manner as he took the item from the queen’s hand and followed her instructions.

He dipped the quill pen in the small bottle of ink and signed the two parchments on the table, while Reiya smiled at the action with a subtle hint of fulfillment. An absurd sign of victory per her schemes, he presumed.

The queen’s little gesture did not go unnoticed by him, but he chose not to duel over it.

He would just give her what she wanted; plant the illusion that she was in control. Once she made her way into his realm, he would show her who was truly in control.

Thranduil placed the quill pen back on the base after he wrote down his name on the contract, and Reiya waited a couple of seconds for the ink to dry out. She then carefully folded the two parchments and secured them with a string.

She handed one of the sealed parchments to the king as she proceeded to conclude their exchange. “Very well, seems like we have an agreement, Lord Thranduil.” She stated.

He took the parchment, then Reiya adopted her royal posture before speaking further.

“As for this moment, I formally commit to fulfilling the role that you put forth to the best of my abilities. Thus, Xandor will join Mirkwood and the other Elven realms in this fight against evil. May we protect our nations and the rest of Middle-earth with this collective effort.” The Lady of Fire remarked in a resolute manner.

Thranduil’s own expression turned to one of fortitude as he nodded to her in acknowledgement.

He had plenty to say about the way the relentless female monarch had pursued her interests throughout their exchange, but he respected her courage and determination to succeed in the upcoming endeavor, nonetheless.

“When should we expect you at the Woodland Realm?” Thranduil asked, shifting his focus to matters of logistics.

“Considering the nature of the quest ahead, my company and I should be arriving at Mirkwood in a month, give or take. I need to head to my realm first and make the necessary arrangements.” Reiya explained in an objective manner.

“Very well. That should also give us enough time to prepare and double our security measures in the meanwhile.” Thranduil corroborated. “I will make sure that all of your demands are set in place by then, as well.” He stated with a hint of sarcasm while looking at her attentively.

Reiya smiled at the king with a hint of satisfaction.

“I will see myself out then. I should attend to other tasks now that the path ahead is settled.” He concluded. 

Thranduil gestured his farewell and was about to leave; however, Reiya had one last thing to say before he made his departure.

“Lord Thranduil?”

He turned his attention to her, raising an eyebrow at the call of his name.

“Do not transgress me, your highness.” Reiya stated in a wary manner as she folded her arms and looked at him attentively. “Otherwise, I might get a little… angsty.” Her eyes turned shimmering scarlet at the mention of the last word, while her gaze was still on him.

Thranduil glared at the queen, following her statement.

There she was again, playing her little mind games and provocation attempts. She just couldn’t let the opportunity to annoy him slide, could she?

The king looked at the floor in a contemptuous manner, then made his way back to Reiya, as his piercing gaze never left her frame.

“A word of advice, Red Queen.” Thranduil stated with his deep voice as he stood in front of her while exhibiting his commanding presence. “Perhaps you will fare better saving both your energies and that power of yours for the time being, my lady. Believe me. You will need them when you are in my kingdom.” He emphasized with a hint of warning as he looked at her attentively.

Reiya’s expression did not falter, however, as she remained unaffected by the tone of his words that one time.

Deciding that he had bantered enough with the queen for one day, Thranduil turned around and exited her apartment in utter silence.

Reiya’s features relaxed slightly and the scarlet glow faded from her eyes when the fellow monarch made his way out. She remained in place, contemplating her immediate impressions of the exchange that transpired.

Her royal councilors would have probably advised against her little farewell gesture to the Elvenking at that moment. Nevertheless, she deemed the action justifiable for the circumstances, given that Thranduil was still withholding information from her, as she remembered. 

Hopefully, the sight of her Krisha power would dissuade the king from pursuing any hidden agendas or silly ideas involving her.

Reiya looked at the floor and raised an eyebrow as her mind shifted to a curious observation.

She had displayed her power in front of Thranduil twice throughout their banters already, and yet, he did not look frightened in the slightest.

That was rather peculiar.

…

Thranduil was on his way to meet with his captains and lieutenants after he exited the queen’s office, but he stopped at the turn of a corridor when the other Elven rulers appeared on sight.

Galadriel was standing in front of the fence, and Elrond and Celeborn were speaking to one another before shifting their attention to him.

Judging from their inquisitive looks, it seemed like they were awaiting his arrival and wished to learn the outcome of his audience with the Red Queen, most likely.

Thus, he went to greet them and proceeded to share the verdict in question. 

“Lady Reiya accepted the proposition. She is on board.” Thranduil left it at that, choosing to omit the part of the unforeseen contract that he was now obligated to fulfill per the queen’s request.

Galadriel smiled lightly, and Elrond sighed in relief.

“And so, another war is now unleashed in these lands.” Celeborn stated in a contemplative manner.

“And we will do what we must to protect Middle-earth and those dear to us.” Elrond responded in an assertive manner.

“That we shall.” Thranduil corroborated.

“Several Elven rulers have changed the course of history throughout the ages of the world.” Galadriel stated with her reflective voice while keeping her sight forward. “Two of them together, might achieve something even greater.” She remarked in an encouraging manner as she turned her face towards the king.

Thranduil nodded in acknowledgement.

The Lord of Mirkwood excused himself and proceeded to walk towards his next destination. However, he stopped in his tracks when a voice resonated in his mind. 

‘The queen’s resolve burns strong, but she will need you in the darkest hour. A decision lies ahead of you. Listen, and choose accordingly.’

Thranduil widened his eyes slightly as he recognized Galadriel’s voice speaking to his thoughts. She had relied that last part directly into his mind, which was quite unusual in their exchanges.

He was still in the corridor when her voice echoed within; yet, he did not turn around to look at the Lady of Light as he remained still.

Galadriel was observing the king attentively from the corner of her eye, while a secretive smile adorned her face.

Thranduil, on the other hand, remained put in place as he pondered her statement for a brief moment.

Had Galadriel foreseen something else concerning his upcoming collaboration with the Red Queen?

She did most probably. Nevertheless, her words were pretty vague and cryptic, as expected. 

As far as he could tell, Reiya was not seeking his help for anything beyond the boundaries of their agreement at the time, so he did not contemplate a need of such nature on her part.

There would certainly be difficult moments throughout the course of the conflict, as it was customary in any war, but he had no way of knowing what moment in particular Galadriel was talking about as well.

Deeming her words undecipherable at the time, Thranduil resumed his walk, and his expression turned distant once again as he revisited the aims of his plan.

The king’s proposition was actually meant to fulfill three different goals.

The first was to gain intelligence from the Red Queen in order to come up with more efficient strategies to defeat Loitar and his minions. That was the most crucial aim of the proposition, as discussed with the other Elven rulers.

Nevertheless, he chose to keep the other two aims to himself so he could pursue those without the interference of his peers.

Following that lead, the second purpose of his plan was to restrict Reiya to a secured location if she were to become a threat throughout the war.

They still did not know the full extent of her power or the range of risks associated with it, so they would need to put measures in place if she were to retaliate at any given time.

Last but not least, the third goal of his plan was to establish a position of power over the Red Queen by gaining any sort of leverage over her.

The balance of power between the Elven realms would shift considerably now that Reiya’s royal claim was at play. Thus, he would need to figure out what made this elf-queen tickle in the most subtle of ways.

Furthermore, Thranduil suspected there was much more to Reiya than the eye could see, given her unusually idealistic portrayal as a queen, and he was set on finding out what that was.

A smug smile gradually formed on the king’s face as he thought about the task that laid ahead.

Wars were never happy affairs, and they should not be taken lightly. Yet, he couldn’t deny the slight excitement that came with the possibility of deducing the Red Queen’s little perks and veiled flaws.

She would not be able to go about her ways unreprimanded any longer. Not in his realm, at least. Hence, he would figure out Reiya’s shortcomings and use those to his advantage somehow.

A/N: Moves are being made across the board!

The upcoming collaboration is finally underway.

Reiya setting him straight! But Thranduil scheming on his part too, haha.

Would love to know your thoughts! :)

Chapter Text

- At Rivendell -

A whole week passed since the hearing took place, and the day set for the departure of the visiting Elven parties had finally arrived.

As expected, the Elvenking and the Red Queen informed their subjects about the upcoming collaboration between the Elven nations and the preparations that would take place throughout the following weeks once they returned to their home realms.

In spite of the new developments, Reiya did not request any follow-up meetings with Thranduil, nor did she relay any official updates to him regarding the next steps. Therefore, the king was completely in the dark about what the fellow monarch was doing in terms of planning. 

Reiya was not obligated to share any information with him at the time since their coalition had not officially begun, so to speak. Nevertheless, Thranduil did not like being kept in the dark regarding affairs that concerned his kingdom, no matter the circumstances.

In any case, the Lord of Mirkwood chose not to voice his on-going frustrations with the vexatious elleth as he continued fulfilling his royal endeavors.

Most importantly, he had to make sure that Reiya was still willing to follow through with the role that was assigned to her, rather than question her sudden retraction. 

Everything else would fall into place. Or so he’d hope.

…

Reiya was walking back to her chambers after attending her last diplomatic endeavor at Imladris before the Xandorians’ departure.

She was wearing one of her royal dresses at the time, but was on her way to change into her traveling outfit.

The queen made a brief stop in her tracks, however, when she noticed a black-haired elleth making flowing-like movements with her hands at the riverbank.

Reiya raised an eyebrow in curiosity as she discreetly stepped closer to the spot in order to have a better look.

To her surprise, the elleth in question was Arwen Undómiel, and she was performing some sort of water manipulation exercise, it seemed. 

The maiden was actively reshaping water masses into different patterns and creating floating currents at will.

Sensing the other pair of eyes on her, Arwen turned her attention to the Lady of Fire and dropped the water shapes into the river quite abruptly.

“Queen Reiya!” Arwen mumbled, looking a bit startled by the monarch’s sudden appearance.

“Apologies, Lady Arwen. I did not mean to disrupt your training.” Reiya stated, bowing to the daughter of Elrond in a respectful manner. 

“Not at all, my lady. I should be the one apologizing for not greeting you properly. That was not courteous of me.” The elleth insisted, bowing back to her in response.

“You are way too kind.” Reiya assured her with a light smile. “I couldn’t help but notice the way you were manipulating those currents of water with such mastery. You have a talent for water spells, it seems?” The queen asked in a curious manner.

“You flatter me, your majesty, but what you saw was merely a display of mediocre skill at best. My ability is only but a shadow from those who hold true power.” Arwen replied apologetically. “My water spells are an extension of my father’s ring magic, truly. Therefore, my spells do not stand in pair with the power of ring bearers or your Krisha ability, for that matter.” She explained. “Your fire spells are unlike anything I have seen, your majesty. I do not believe I will ever reach such heights.”

Reiya looked at the younger elleth in a thoughtful manner, then smiled lightly and walked to her spot at the riverbank.

She stood next to the maiden at a respectful distance and contemplated the horizon in sight before she proceeded to speak.

“Lady Arwen, I know you and I are not acquainted with one another, and you are in your right to disregard this, but I’d like to suggest an alternative way for practicing your skill, if I may?” Reiya stated.

“Oh yes? What do you have in mind, my lady?” Arwen inquired, looking visibly interested in what the queen had to say. 

“How would you feel about practicing your water spells away from the reach of Lord Elrond’s ring?” Reiya proposed. 

“Away from my father’s ring...” Arwen pondered the suggestion in a thoughtful manner.

“Yes. I have a hunch, if you might call it that.” The queen stated. “I do not think your elemental skills are tied to the power of Lord Elrond’s ring alone. On the contrary.” She pointed out. “I am inclined to believe that your ability comes primarily from your own will and determination, even when your father’s ring power is not at play.”

Arwen widened her eyes slightly at the queen’s words.

Reiya then turned her face towards the elf-maiden and adopted a more serious expression.

“You see, Lady Arwen, there might be a time when someone you care about will be in great danger, and neither Lord Elrond nor Lady Galadriel will be nearby to help those dear to you.” Reiya stated. “If that scenario comes to pass, it will be up to you, and you alone, to do something about it with the skills that have been bestowed upon you.”

Arwen looked at the floor in a contemplative manner as she listened to the queen attentively.

“Hence, the alternative way of training that I speak of might be worth a try, don’t you think?” Reiya inquired with a light smile once again. “Perhaps you might be able to practice your water spells at a safe location not that far from the manor in order to further develop your skill.”

Arwen remained silent for a brief moment before she responded to the queen.

“I know a place or two that could serve the purpose.” She stated in a reserved manner.

“Good. It looks like you are off for a great start then.” Reiya stated with a light smile.

Arwen turned her attention to the queen as her mind kept wondering.

“I should finish making preparations for the journey back to my realm, my lady, but if Eru were to grant us both the opportunity to survive this war and meet at another time, I would be delighted to know the outcome of the suggested training, if you are willing enough to try it out, of course.” Reiya stated in an agreeable manner, as her smile remained unchanged.

“I would like that as well, your majesty.” Arwen responded in a polite manner while gesturing a kind smile of her own.

Reiya bid her farewells and retreated from the area as she contemplated her impressions of the elf-maiden. 

Arwen was certainly an intriguing young lady.

She acted shy in her manners and seemed to feel overshadowed by the powers of her father and grandmother, understandably.

Nevertheless, the elf-maiden was not without talents of her own, and Reiya could see a great potential for growth in both her abilities and character, despite her apparent insecurities.

The last flowers to bloom were often the fairest and purest throughout the forest clusters.

Hence, perhaps Arwen Undómiel would find her own voice and perform deeds of great importance at the proper time.

…

It was already early afternoon at Imladris.

Whether by coincidence or deliberate intent, the elves from the two visiting parties were together at the gate area, getting their horses and carriages ready for the journey ahead.

Tauriel was carefully accommodating some of her bags in the Mirkwood wagon, but her attention was quickly brought back to her surroundings when her horse and the other Wood-elves standing nearby gasped at something behind her.

Reacting by instinct, Tauriel turned around rather quickly, looking for any signs of trouble. However, her eyes widened in startlement as a rare animal stood right in front of her, while gazing at her with a degree of interest, it seemed.

The beast was a feline-like creature that had an orange and white coat, black stripes, prominent fangs, sharp claws, and azure eyes.

The creature was not quite as tall as Thranduil’s elk, but it came fairly close, judging from the height disparities between the horses at the site and the beast itself. Additionally, the animal had a decorative red collar with golden emblems, reins attached to a harness, and a golden saddle to match.

The Sun-elves did not seem appalled by the animal at all. In fact, some of them even acknowledged its presence with a welcoming smile.

Tauriel suddenly widened her eyes in realization.

Thranduil had mentioned that the Red Queen rode a beast of sorts, and they would let the animal roam the Mirkwood forest throughout the Xandorians’ visit if he himself deemed it safe.

There was no question about it. The majestic-looking creature had to be Reiya’s mount.

Tauriel was not entirely sure what the king’s judgment would be on the beast, but the animal looked friendly enough in her eyes, despite its imposing appearance.

The creature emitted a deep chuff sound as it lowered its head closer to Tauriel’s frame.

She raised her hand slightly, debating whether it would be safe to pet the rare animal or not. However, her dilemma was soon settled when the Red Queen herself arrived at the site.

“Captain Tauriel.” Reiya addressed the younger elleth with a smile as she calmly approached both her and the rare animal.

The Lady of Fire was wearing her signature Krisha hooded cloak, over-the-knee laced boots, and a traveling outfit that was very similar to the one she had on when she first arrived at Imladris.

“My lady!” Tauriel exclaimed as she immediately bowed to Reiya when she made her presence known.

The Sun-elves and Wood-elves on site followed suit, further acknowledging the queen’s station. 

“Looks like you and Veryo are already acquainted with one another. He must have sensed that you are one of us somehow.” Reiya stated while smiling at the beast. “This formidable creature is both my mount and a longtime friend of mine.” She pointed out as she gently petted Veryo on its forehead.

The animal chuffed at the affectionate gesture.

“I see… Apologies for my lack of knowledge on the subject, my lady, but what sort of creature is he, exactly?” Tauriel pondered.

“No need to apologize, captain.” Reiya reassured her. “My mount is not an endemic animal from Middle-earth, so I presume you have never seen a creature like him in these lands.” The queen pointed out. “Veryo is a dire tiger from the rain forests in the Land of the Sun. I rescued him from the ruins of war when he was merely a small cub.”

Veryo closed his eyes slightly when Reiya rubbed his ears with her fingers.

“Loitar’s monsters destroyed his home, just like they did mine.” The queen stated with a nostalgic tone. “Nevertheless, loss brought us together, and we have rallied to battle on multiple occasions since that fateful day.” She pointed out.

Tauriel looked at the creature in wonder as she continued listening to the female monarch.

“Veryo has saved me more times than I could count. For that, I will always be grateful.” Reiya stated while smiling as she placed her hand on the animal’s forehead, seemingly a recurrent display of affection between the queen and her mount companion.

She then hopped on the creature and took the reins attached to the harness, standing tall above all the horses in the area.

The Wood-elves at the site glanced at the Red Queen in amazement, as the sight of her on the majestic creature made for an impressive scene.

Following suit, Tauriel hopped on her horse and stood in front of Reiya and the dire tiger.

“I look forward to meeting you at the Woodland Realm, captain.” The queen stated with a light smile.

“As do I, my lady.” Tauriel responded, smiling back at her in a polite manner.

“Tauriel.” A deep, commanding voice suddenly resonated in the gate area.

The captain turned around at the call of her name and looked at the Elvenking as he emerged.

Thranduil approached the two ellith on his great elk, followed closely behind by the Mirkwood royal guards and their horses. Feren was also among the elves accompanying the king at the time.

All the elves on site immediately bowed to the lord commander of the Woodland Realm, looking slightly intimidated or stunned by the king’s presence. 

Zila and the rest of the Xandorian royal guards also took their own horses and stood close to the queen as the fellow monarch was on his way to meet her.

Reiya widened her eyes slightly at the sight, since that was her very first time contemplating the Elvenking’s great elk in person.

The tales had definitely not done Thranduil’s mount enough justice.

For one, the animal seemed to be highly experienced in battle, judging from his robust frame alone, and he was quite massive, even by the species standards.

Additionally, those giant antlers looked menacing, and they could inflict fatal blows, no doubt.

Veryo growled slightly and glared at the approaching animal, almost as if sensing an imminent threat in the elk’s visible strength and potential to do harm.

However, Reiya petted his neck lightly, soothing him in a gentle manner.

“It is okay, Veryo. Be calm.” The queen instructed with a gentle voice. “That great elk is quite sturdy, I know, but he is not an enemy.”

Veryo relaxed following the queen’s gesture, but kept a cautious look on the other creature.

Reiya took both of the reins once again and shifted her attention to the king when he stood in front of her.

Thranduil, on his end, directed his gaze to the queen’s mount, as he was making speculations of his own.

The king’s great elk placed one of his hooves forward and shook his large antlers at the dire tiger in a wary manner, being aware of the fact that the large feline in front of him was a carnivorous creature.

However, the animal calmed down almost immediately when Thranduil placed his hand on the elk’s robust neck.

Thranduil had witnessed war beasts from distant continents in previous battles. Nevertheless, he had never seen a creature quite like the Red Queen’s dire tiger before.

The feline-like animal had sharp fangs and claws, further exhibiting its ferocious nature. The animal also looked quite strong, judging from the muscle dexterity of its frame.

Reiya’s mount would definitely have the advantage in a contest of speed and hunting instincts. But his elk would still prevail in defensive power with its antlers and sturdiness, he presumed.

Thranduil was not entirely sure if the dire tiger would be safe enough to be allowed to roam his forest just yet, but that would be a judgement for another time.

Thus, the king refocused on the situation at hand and shifted his attention back to the two ellith in front of him before proceeding to speak.

“Your unit is waiting for you, captain.” He instructed, seemingly wishing for Tauriel to go back to her squadron so he could have a word with the Red Queen himself.

“Yes, my lord. I will be there shortly.” She acknowledged the order.

Tauriel turned to Reiya briefly and nodded at the queen with a light smile before taking her horse to the assigned spot.

Reiya returned the gesture, then shifted her attention back to Thranduil as her expression turned distant.

The rest of the Wood-elves and Sun-elves at the site mounted their horses and glanced at the two monarchs in anticipation as they awaited the exchange that was about to take place.

Reiya’s childhood friends were among the elves contemplating the scene as well.

Eldrec kept a cautious look on the Elvenking, while Urien just observed the interaction with mere curiosity. 

“Queen Reiya.” Thranduil saluted her in formal fashion as he remained seated on his great elk.

“King Thranduil.” Reiya returned his greetings in the same manner while sitting on her dire tiger as well.

“Having second thoughts on our arrangement?” The king asked.

“Not yet.” She responded blankly.

“Hmm.” Thranduil murmured, not looking entirely convinced by her affirmation. “I did not hear from you again after we spoke. I thought perhaps you were facing doubts?”

“I was merely occupied attending to other matters and beginning preparations for the upcoming endeavor, your highness. I assumed you were doing the same?” Reiya stated matter-of-factly.

“Indeed.” Thranduil responded. “Do you still intend to follow through, then?” He inquired in a serious manner. 

“Yes. I will journey to your realm and do my part as expected, Elvenking. I gave my word. That means something to me.” Reiya stated firmly.

The slight hint of bitterness in the queen’s voice did not go unnoticed by Thranduil, but he did not duel on it since he got the reassurance that he was seeking on her part. 

“Very well.” Thranduil responded in an objective manner. “Raise your banners and drop the concealment masks when you enter my forest. The Mirkwood watch squadrons should be able to identify you before they escort you inside the Woodland Realm. A measure of prevention, just in case.”

“Understood.” Reiya acknowledged the king’s instruction. 

“Beware of great spiders on your way in, as well. We have not seen them in months, but we are still keeping watch, regardless.” Thranduil explained. “Could you handle those on your own if they emerge at the time of your arrival? A queen from distant lands might look rather appetizing in their eyes. Perhaps they might want to go for a bite?” He remarked with a sardonic expression.

Eldrec raised an eyebrow at the king’s statement, and the rest of the elves looked either surprised or confused by his remark.

Reiya pursed her lips slightly before responding to the king.

“If those spiders wish to feed off me, so be it. I’ll turn them to ashes the second they try.” She emphasized with a hint of warning.

Urien was visibly startled by her friend’s response to the king. Some of the other elves at the site seemed to have similar reactions, as they mumbled lowly among themselves.

Thranduil chuckled slightly at the queen’s words, then he proceeded to speak.

“That is your intended course of action, then?” He remarked with a teasing expression. “Are you conspiring to burn down my forest when you fight the filthy creatures as well?”

“There is no need for you to be concerned about that, Elvenking.” Reiya stated. “I will not destroy your lands with my fire spells, or you, for that matter.” She remarked with a pretentious smile of her own.

“Oh, I am not concerned at the prospect of facing you, my lady.” Thranduil stated. “I will gladly accept a duel any time you wish to battle me, Red Queen.” He pointed out as he smirked at her.

Reiya rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief following the king's remark. 

Choosing to leave the Lady of Fire with the provoking statement, Thranduil gestured his company to follow him.

“Until we meet again, your majesty.” He stated with a smug smile before retreating with his elk and the rest of Mirkwood elves.

Reiya narrowed her gaze slightly at the king, but she recomposed herself briefly after and gave the order for the Sun-elves to depart as well.

“Xandorians, off we go.” She instructed.

The Sun-elves acknowledged the order and began following the queen as she led them down a different road.

Once all the horses were galloping at a steady pace, the Xandorians began engaging in conversations with their peers or enjoying the sights in their surroundings.

Urien took advantage of that moment to approach her best friend, as she discreetly moved her horse next to the queen's dire tiger in order to speak to her.

“Urien.” Reiya acknowledged her friend with a welcoming smile. “How is Toby doing? Is he alright?” The queen asked, wondering how the puppy was faring at the moment.

“He was sleeping in the wagon the last time I checked on him. Your ladies-in-waiting are taking good care of him.” Urien responded with a light smile of her own. 

“Good.” The queen remarked in a content manner. “When we get back to Xandor, I will request the royal leathersmiths to craft a custom puppy bag for me, so I can carry Toby with me on future travels.” She pointed out.

A brief moment of silence transpired between the two ellith, before Urien addressed the intended topic.

“Um… Reiya? I do not mean to intrude on confidential matters, but I couldn’t help but wonder. Your exchange with the Elvenking... what was that about?”

Reiya looked at her friend in wonder as she realized something.

That was the very first time the Xandorian and Mirkwood subjects had witnessed their monarchs speaking to one another in a public setting.

Naturally, most of them must have been either surprised or intrigued by the scene, given the unconventional way she and Thranduil engaged with words.

Reiya always kept Urien on the loop regarding her diplomatic affairs with other leaders in Middle-earth. Thus, it was only natural that her best friend would have questions of her own regarding her public exchange with the Lord of Mirkwood, even though there was not much to say on the matter, really. 

“Apologies, Urien. I should have made you aware of some of the Elvenking’s perks prior to our departure.” Reiya stated while smiling cordially at her seneschal.

The elleth raised an eyebrow slightly at the statement.

Reiya shifted her attention back to the road, and her expression turned blank once again.

“That was just me and King Thranduil setting certain... expectations, you might say.” The queen clarified.

“Hmm… I see.” Urien responded in a contemplative manner.

The seneschal also shifted her attention to the road as she proceeded to speak.

“He was enjoying that, you know?” Urien stated.

Reiya raised an eyebrow at her best friend, wondering what she was getting at.

“Talking to you.” Urien clarified. “He seemed quite engaged with your responses, in spite of his impassive demeanor.” She pointed out.

“Oh yes. He is usually like that.” Reiya stated.

“Is he, really?”

“Yes. He just likes the attention and being smug about things.” The queen explained in a nonchalant manner.

“Hmm… Interesting.” Urien pondered as she voiced her contemplations further. “I guess I am intrigued at the fact that King Thranduil was not seeking anybody else’s attention but yours at that moment. I do not think I ever saw him actively approaching the other Elven rulers in quite the same manner?” She pointed out.

“That was to be expected.” Reiya remarked. “I now stand as a monarch defying the full extent of the Elvenking’s jurisdiction, Urien. Hence, that will not be his only attempt at provocation, I’m sure.” She remarked. “No worries, though. I can manage.” Reiya reassured her best friend with a light smile.

“Right.” Urien responded, sounding somewhat skeptical. “Don’t you think his rapport with you seems overly pretentious for mere politics, though?” She inquired in a thoughtful manner.

The queen sighed at the comment. 

“I agree with you in that regard, actually.” Reiya stated in a resigned manner.

“You do?” Urien stated, looking slightly surprised by her response.

“Yes.” Reiya reconfirmed. “I am still trying to figure out that one perk of his. Eldrec seems to believe that King Thranduil is just conflicted, and he is being cautious in his own way, but I am not entirely convinced that is the main cause prompting his erratic behavior.” She admitted.

“Wait. You and Eldrec talked about this already?”

“Yes.” Reiya responded, smiling slightly at her friend.

“And why was I not included in that conversation, may I ask?” Uriend inquired with a jested expression.

Reiya chuckled slightly at her friend’s remark. 

“Eldrec said you would react this way.” The queen stated.

“He did, huh?”

Urien directed a sarcastic look at Eldrec, who was galloping alongside his watch squadron at the back of the Xandorian company.

The lieutenant looked back at his childhood friend almost immediately, knowing quite well that he had gotten himself into some sort of trouble, judging from her accusatory expression.

He looked to his side while acting oblivious and began whistling his way out of Urien’s sight.

The seneschal’s attention was directed back to the other elleth however, as she continued to speak.  

“Eldrec and I spoke by chance, to be honest.” Reiya explained. “I was out in the courtyard late that night. I couldn’t sleep, and neither could he, so we just made conversation, I guess.”

“I see…” Urien responded in a thoughtful manner.

Even though the seneschal’s statement had been merely intended as a jest, she was well aware that Reiya and Eldrec were both warriors, something that she would never be by any means, as the battlefield had never really appealed to her.

Understandably, her two best friends shared a mutual understanding on certain matters that she would never fully comprehend, drawing on her own life experiences.

Moreover, that wouldn’t be the first time those two couldn’t conceal their sleep due to worries concerning the war.

In any case, she was just glad that Reiya and Eldrec could confide in each other for such matters while she supported her best friend in other areas.

“I assume our dear Eldrec provided you with great advice, as usual?” Urien inquired, smiling lightly. 

“He certainly did.” Reiya replied, smiling back at her. “Eldrec’s points were very useful in helping me gain clarity on our next steps, even though many things about this elf-king still remain obscure. I’m afraid I will have to figure those out as I go.” She pointed out in a thoughtful manner.  

“Perhaps a second opinion might help throw some light on the king’s behavior, if you are willing to know my thoughts on the matter, that is?” Urien asked with a light smile.

“Yes. I would like that very much, actually.” Reiya responded, sounding genuinely interested in what her best friend had to say about Thranduil and his peculiar ways.

“Good.” Urien stated. “I agree with you and Eldrec to some extent. However, I believe there is much more to the king’s interactions with you than just mere caution and royal ambitions.”

“You do? What else could there be?” Reiya inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, judging from the public banter that transpired between the two of you, I am inclined to believe that Lord Thranduil is seeking the thrill of a good conversation with the elleth he fancies, it seems.” Urien pointed out in a teasing manner.

“Wait…what?” The Lady of Fire retorted, looking visibly confused as she turned her face towards her best friend.

“He likes you, Reiya.” Urien stated with a light smile. “Or he is attracted to you on some level, at the very least. Call it a hunch.” The seneschal pointed out, shifting her attention back to the road once again.

Reiya widened her eyes slightly at her friend for a few seconds, but chuckled promptly after.

“Urien, you have a good sense with people, and you know I value your insights above all others, but I am going to have to differ with you on this one, my friend.” The queen pointed out. 

Urien hummed at the statement as her smile remained unchanged.

That was certainly not the first time she and Reiya had different thoughts on the males approaching her, as the Lady of Fire oftentimes chose to assess their actions strictly through the lens of diplomacy and matters of the crown. 

In any case, Urien always provided a space free of judgement for Reiya to share her honest opinion on the males who had made their way into her life. Thus, she encouraged the queen to explain herself further so she could know her views on the fellow monarch more in depth. 

“You do not agree with me on the king’s likely desire to court you, your reason being...?”

“... his conceited personality, for starters.” Reiya pointed matter-of-factly. “He does not like me, Urien. He likes himself. Trust me. There is a big difference. I’ve managed leaders with big egos in the past, but his tops all the others by quite a margin. That king’s pride has pride.” She remarked in a sardonic manner.

Urien chuckled slightly at her friend’s comment.

She suspected that Lord Thranduil would be a recurrent subject of conversation given the king’s apparent infatuation with her best friend.

Nonetheless, she would allow for things to unfold in the fated direction without pushing her own assumptions or biases on Reiya. Thus, she chose not to press the matter further, and her exchange with the queen came to an end. 

Once the Xandorian company reached the open road, Reiya ordered her subjects to put on their concealment masks per their customary measures of protection as they continued their journey back to the realm.

A/N: Oh dear.

Urien speaking facts, but Reiya being stubborn lol.

We've all had that one friend who is highly intuitive and tells us things the way they are, but we are way too much in our heads to listen, haha.

As many of you have pointed out, matters of love and attraction are definitely not one of the queen's strong suits XD.

Note on Reiya's mount:

I believe we all agree that Thranduil's majestic elk empowered his grand presence in the Hobbit movies. Thus, I did not see any reason why our queen couldn't have an epic mount of her own to do her justice, she being who she is and all!

A tiger seemed quite suitable for her, with that in mind :)

"Veryo" is a Quenya Elvish name that translates to 'Bold', which alludes to Reiya's attitude in some respects, as well as the tiger's nature.

Just like Toby (Reiya's puppy), I consider Veryo to be a minor character with the occasional major role in the queen's life n_n

Chapter Text

- At Mirkwood -

Logistics at the Woodland Realm had turned hectic since Thranduil’s return.

Merely two days after the party’s arrival, the Elvenking made a public statement about Loitar and his declaration of war against all the Elven nations in Middle-earth.

He also informed his people about the existence of the nation of Xandor and the collaboration that was to take place with the Red Queen in order to fight the lurking evil on the rise. 

As expected, Thranduil was met with a lot of questioning from his officials following the statement.

The notion that an Elven realm had remained hidden and unnoticed for thousands of years was inconceivable for many of them, understandably so.

The king, however, followed through with his planning despite their skepticism.

Perhaps the most tedious task to date had been persuading his councilors into investing a considerable number of resources to properly accommodate the upcoming Xandorian party and begin their intelligence operations accordingly.

Thranduil had to make several compromises, but he was ultimately successful in gaining their support.

The unusual number of tasks ahead was overwhelming for the servants at the realm. Nevertheless, the Mirkwood elves remained loyal to their king and were following his instructions to the best of their abilities.

All of them were aware of the menace that had already reached their lands and claimed lives. Thus, they were doing everything in their power to help the king protect the realm, no matter what.

Thranduil would occasionally throw one of his tantrums, but he had always kept their nation safe from external threats at all costs. That unquestionable fact was compelling enough for them to trust his leadership and follow his instructions all the way. 

Once the king was able to gather all the required approvals to move forward, he began delegating key responsibilities to his most trustworthy subjects in order to better navigate the Sun-elves’ visit.

That morning in particular, he summoned Feren, Galion, Tauriel, and Nedril to his office for that one purpose.

Per their current roles, Feren was serving as the senior lieutenant of the Mirkwood army, and he acted as a royal messenger for the king on special occasions. Galion was the head butler of the king; Tauriel was the captain of the Mirkwood patrol guard; and Nedril was the seneschal managing the king’s household.

Nedril, in particular, had served the royal family since Thranduil was a young prince. Thus, she was well acquainted with the family’s history.

The king went through formalities and began discussing preparations once all of his subjects were present.

“How are the lodging arrangements coming along, Lady Nedril?” Thranduil asked in typical commanding fashion.

“The rooms for Queen Reiya’s subjects are already in place, my lord. The only task remaining at this time is choosing a chamber for the lady herself and proceeding with accommodations accordingly. Do you any in mind that might properly suit the queen’s station, sire?” Nedril inquired.

Thranduil pondered the question for a brief moment.

It was customary for the king to personally select the quarters for distinguished guests visiting the realm for the first time, and Reiya was no exception, of course.

His face remained impassive as he quickly came up with a room that he deemed ideal for the Lady of Fire in the midst of the circumstances. Having made up his mind rather quickly, the king voiced his choice.

“Yes. You may give her the unoccupied master room at the main corridor.” Thranduil responded in a nonchalant manner.

The four elves widened their eyes at the statement.

Nedril cleared her voice after a few seconds of silence, then proceeded to reconfirm his instruction. 

“Pardon me, my lord, but are you referring to the Queen’s chambers? As in, your late wife’s apartment?” She asked with some degree of hesitation.

“Yes, that would be one.” Thranduil responded. “Lady Reiya is a monarch and sole ruler of an Elvish nation. Therefore, she is to be hosted as a guest of the highest distinction per our costumes.” He left it at that. 

Tauriel, Feren, and Galion subtly exchanged looks, and with good reason.

The king had kept his late wife’s chambers as a sentimental shrine since her passing, despite the fact that her belongings had been removed from the room long ago.

He never let anybody stay in that room, ever—not even Galadriel, who was the most decorated Elven ruler in Middle-earth.

The choice itself went to show how serious Thranduil was about his coalition with the Red Queen, a ruler that he had just formally met on their previous trip to Imladris. Understandably, the way his subjects reacted to his decision did not come as a surprise. 

Unknown to all of them, however, diplomacy was not the only factor driving Thranduil’s choice on the matter. After all, the Queen’s chambers were only a couple of rooms away from his own.

The main corridor at the royal quarters extended by quite the distance, but the relative proximity between the two rooms would help him keep a closer eye on Reiya should things turn sour at any point. 

That one detail would never reach his subjects’ knowledge, of course. 

“Understood, my lord. Do you have any additional instructions regarding accommodations for the Red Queen?” Nedril inquired.

“No, that would be all for now. You may proceed and take care of everything else as you see it fit.”

“Yes, your highness.”

Nedril bowed to the king and left the room to fulfill her task promptly.

Feren, Galion, and Tauriel remained in place as Thranduil continued voicing his instructions.

“Tauriel, you will continue your watch duties throughout the Xandorians’ visit, but you will also undertake a temporary role as a diplomatic liaison for the Red Queen and her subjects.” Thranduil pointed out.

Tauriel looked surprised by the king’s command, given that diplomatic appointments of that nature were usually assigned to elves of a higher station.

Nonetheless, she became intrigued by the notion when Thranduil proceeded to explain the expectations for her role.

“In your position as liaison, you will help Lady Reiya and her servants better adapt to our way of life and costumes here at the realm. More importantly, you will be the first person to welcome the queen at the time of her arrival and act as her escort when required.” The king explained.

Tauriel couldn’t help but smile lightly at the prospect of getting to speak with Reiya once again and learn more about her many travels in the outside world.

Sensing her growing enthusiasm, though, Thranduil issued a word of restraint.

“Nevertheless, you are not to disclose confidential matters of the realm with the Xandorians or lead them into areas prohibited to outsiders. That applies to Queen Reiya as well. Are we clear on that, captain?” The king warned with an authoritative tone, as his sharp gaze remained on her.

Tauriel widened her eyes slightly at the warning and nodded in understanding.

“Yes, my lord. I will make sure to be cautious in that regard.” She assured him. 

“Very well.” Thranduil responded. “That will be all for you at this time. You may go back to your post.” He instructed.

Tauriel bowed to the king, then proceeded to exit the office.

Thranduil was aware of the traits that his captain shared with the Sun-elves and the positive rapport that she built with Reiya at Imladris, which made her an ideal choice for the liaison position in question.

However, he was no stranger to the fact that Tauriel had also developed an unforeseen sense of admiration for the Red Queen in the short time they had interacted with one another, making her slightly biased in her views towards the female monarch and yet another victim of Reiya’s many charms to some degree.

Hence, that was the reason why he went to the extent of reminding Tauriel about the boundaries that she was expected to enforce in her role as liaison.

The captain had served the realm faithfully for centuries, and he wouldn’t doubt her loyalties since she reaffirmed her vows. Nonetheless, he still had to make sure that Tauriel’s judgment wouldn’t be compromised in the presence of their Xandorian visitors, who happened to be her kin.

Following that lead, Thranduil was now in need to appoint other tasks of importance to subordinates who would remain more impartial towards the Red Queen. Hence, that is where his two remaining subjects would come in.

“Feren and Galion, you are to act as my eyes and ears here at the realm throughout the Xandorians’ visit.” Thranduil remarked. “Our need for their intelligence at this dire time is unquestionable, but they are still strangers to us in many regards. Hence, we should still keep some degree of caution, even in the midst of solidifying diplomatic grounds with them.”

The two ellyn nodded in understanding.

“Galion”

“Yes, my lord.” The head butler stepped forward.

“Place wardens and rotating servants throughout the common areas that will be either occupied or frequently used by the Sun-elves here at the realm. All of you are to keep a discrete watch on their activities, without stepping your boundaries.” Thranduil instructed.

“Understood, sire.” Galion responded.

“You should also inform the guards at the gate that the Red Queen will be allowed to venture in and out of the realm whenever she pleases, and thus, they should grant her passage accordingly.”

Feren and Galion raised an eyebrow at yet another unusual command on the king’s end, considering his strict policies on access and departure at the points of entry.

Thranduil himself frowned quietly, remembering that Reiya was the one who imposed such a condition in their contractual agreement.

In any case, the king had already come up with contingencies to leverage some ground to his advantage in that regard.

“However, you will keep me informed on her whereabouts outside our borders, as well as her activities whenever I ask of it. She will be the only visitor bearing such a privilege as long as those measures are put in place. Is that understood?” The king emphasized with a serious tone.

“Yes, my lord. I will relay your instructions to the guards accordingly.” Galion responded.

“Very well. See to it.”

Galion bowed the king and proceeded to leave the office.

The king then shifted his attention towards the last remaining subject in the room.

“Feren, I have a task of importance in mind for you as well.”

“Understood. What is your command, sire?” The lieutenant inquired.

Thranduil stood up from his seat and paced the office in a regal manner as he pondered his thoughts.

“It is no secret that many nobles enjoy whispering amongst themselves without a regard for peaking ears.” He pointed out as he folded his arms behind his back.

Feren raised an eyebrow, wondering where the king was going with this.

“Following that lead, I am sure Queen Reiya gave the lords and ladies of Imladris plenty to talk about in the light of her untraditional ways and the spectacle that oftentimes followed her public appearances. The spreading rumors must have reached most of our guards and servants in attendance, I assume. You were there yourself, so you know what I speak of.” Thranduil remarked. “Thus, I wish for you to meet with each of our expedition party members on an individual basis, and gather everything that was said about the Red Queen at Imladris.” He instructed.

Feren nodded slightly, acknowledging the veracity of the king’s statement.

Several Elven lords and ladies of station did, in fact, like gossiping about the latest developments without caring for their subjects tuning in.

Servants were no strangers to rumors themselves, and they would occasionally join in with the whispering on controversial matters. Furthermore, nobles took the unpunishable act of spreading the word to a whole different level.

Standing out as an exception perhaps, Thranduil was one of the few lords of station that did not partake in such exchanges due to his own preference for privacy.

Understandably, Feren’s expression shifted to one of slight confusion as he wondered why the king had suddenly taken an interest in such talks.

In any case, the lieutenant acknowledged his orders and would follow through as instructed.

“You have a week to gather as many recollections as you can on Lady Reiya and report back to me. I will need that intel prior to the Sun-elves’ arrival, so it’s crucial that you are punctual with this task in particular. Are my orders clear, lieutenant?” Thranduil asked in his grave tone, shifting his attention back to the ellon.

“Yes, my lord! I will get to the task promptly and report back to you as soon as your instructions have been properly fulfilled.” Feren responded.

“Very well. I expect a full report.” Thranduil responded.

Feren bowed to the king, then retrieved from the area.

Thranduil took a long glance at his window as he pondered thoughts of his own. 

He had already delegated key responsibilities amongst his most trustworthy subjects. Furthermore, he believed he had set a fair balance for the tasks at hand, with Tauriel and Nedril serving more on the diplomatic front with the Sun-elves, while Galion and Feren would operate more on the surveillance end of things to enforce an additional layer of security in the presence of their visitors.

As far as Feren’s task was concerned, he was well aware that rumors were often exaggerated and even inaccurate at times. Nonetheless, the whispers involving the Red Queen would lay a foundation for him to get some leverage on her, no matter how small.

A picture of Reiya’s vivid red hair and bright green eyes crossed his mind as he reflected in silence.

Thranduil indulged the mental sight and smiled smugly at the prospect of uncovering the whispers surrounding the vexatious elleth.

…

A week passed since the king’s summoning, and Feren fulfilled his task in a timely manner, as requested.

He knocked on the door of Thranduil’s study while reviewing the contents of a scroll that he was holding in his hand.

“Enter.” A deep voice commanded from the inside. 

The lieutenant stepped in and paid his respects to Thranduil before proceeding to speak.

“My king.” He bowed. “I’ve come to present my report on the... um, speculations linked to Lady Reiya, as you asked.” Feren embellished the statement.

“I see…” Thranduil responded, effectively hiding his newly found interest in the subject as he stopped reviewing the documents on his desk. “What were you able to gather, then?” He inquired, laying back on his chair.

Feren opened the scroll further and proceeded to go over the contents.

“As far as her endeavors in the outside world are concerned, many of our company members heard that the Red Queen has embarked on multiple travels through Middle-earth. Furthermore, word has it that Lady Reiya has been to several diplomatic expeditions, in addition to her more undercover war missions. It seems like she has a tendency of keeping some facets of her identity secret depending on the purpose and nature of her travels.” The lieutenant explained.

Thranduil nodded in corroboration. That one speculation was consistent with his own observations and Reiya’s claims thus far. Nonetheless, there was still much more ground to uncover.

“Is there anything else regarding the outcome of her diplomatic expeditions?” The king inquired.

“Yes, my lord. It was stated that the queen has gained many allies through her travels by helping folks in need and defending minor settlements of elves and men from enemy attacks. It is also rumored that she has even gained favor amongst dwarf-leaders. That last claim seems unlikely, understandably.” Feren speculated.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow, hinting skepticism as well.

“In any case, all the rumors seem to indicate that most of the Red Queen’s diplomatic expeditions have been highly successful, sire.” Feren concluded.

Thranduil remained silent for a brief moment as he remembered Reiya’s encounter with that peculiar group of hobbits at Imladris.

Judging from that exchange alone, the Lady of Fire seemed to be quite open to interacting with other races. He, of course, was known for adopting a very different stance towards outsiders, as he preferred limiting his allies to a small cohort and not depending on them entirely to ensure the wellbeing of his own people. 

“Proceed.” He instructed.

Feren resumed his recollections, as ordered. “On the topic of the queen’s pastimes, Lady Reiya seems to enjoy reading to a considerable degree. She was often seen at the libraries of Lord Elrond’s manor. Moreover, some of our party members claim to have witnessed her discussing several readings with the Lord of Rivendell himself.”

Thranduil raised an eyebrow slightly in wonder. 

“Um… she also seems to enjoy dancing, my lord.” Feren stated, raising an eyebrow at the peculiar observation. “Word has it that she has attended celebrations from other peoples in Middle-earth and joined their local dances. Some servants even claimed that the queen was invited to a hobbit party once, and she danced with the haflings. That last scenario seems highly unlikely, as well.” Feren pointed out with a skeptical expression.

Thranduil rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief.

Elves were no strangers to dancing, as they themselves held their own festivities and celebrations, but the notion of an elf-queen dancing with hobbits was just ridiculous.

Feren was about to keep reading the scroll, but his expression turned to one of hesitation as he was silently reviewing the next part of his report. The gesture did not go unnoticed by the king.

“Is something wrong, lieutenant?” Thranduil asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Nothing to raise concerns, your highness. I am just not entirely sure if these whispers in particular are worth mentioning. They seem to lean towards the queen’s more, um, personal life, if you will?” He stated, clearing his voice slightly.

The comment fueled Thranduil’s intrigue even further.

“I ordered you to gather as many recollections as you could, didn’t I? If there is more on her, speak it.” The king commanded.

“Right… Understood, sire. My apologies.” Feren acknowledged his cue to continue. “It seems like Lady Reiya has not only been acknowledged for her heroic deeds and diplomatic expeditions through Middle-earth. She has also gained a great number of suitors over the years due to her charisma and signature... beauty, sire.” He emphasized with a hesitant tone. 

Thranduil’s expression remained impassive following the statement.

That one speculation did not come as a surprise for him, considering his own recollections of the events at Imladris. Nevertheless, something about that fact still pulled some strings within him, for some reasons he couldn’t yet fathom.

The uncomfortable feeling did not discourage him from listening further, though. 

“On that same note, word has it that Queen Reiya has rejected many of her suitors to date in spite of their countless attempts at earning her affections, my lord.” Feren concluded.

The king’s expression shifted back to one of wonder.

“I see… Is there a particular reason for that, as far as the rumors are concerned?” Thranduil inquired. 

“Um, yes, my lord. One motive has been speculated. Some people attribute the queen’s inaction in that regard to her unwillingness to remarry. Many believe she willingly stales marriage proposals and letters from her suitors to avoid the task altogether.” Feren pointed out.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the statement.

Remarry ?

Had Reiya been married once already? That was quite the surprise.

The Red Queen was a fully-matured elleth entering the prime of her life, but she was still fairly young by ruler standards, just like Celeborn had pointed out.

Nevertheless, marriage had always been more of an expectation for monarchs such as themselves. In fact, his own councilors had been annoyingly pushing for him to take on another wife due to all sorts of reasons, so he himself was not entirely free from the long chain of royal expectations, despite the seniority that he held as an Elven ruler.

Regardless of his views on the subject, Reiya never mentioned she had a spouse at some point in her life, so he couldn’t help but wonder about that as well.

Who was her former king consort, and what had happened to him?

The only logical explanation he could come up with was that the ellon had either passed away, or sailed into the underlying lands long ago.

In any case, Reiya was not obligated to address the subject altogether, as the topic of faded marriages was a highly personal one, even for him.

Thranduil himself did not speak openly about his deceased wife unless prompted for logistical purposes, such as the arrangements for the upcoming Xandorian visitors. Furthermore, he highly doubted that Reiya would ever want to talk about the topic with him of all people.

In spite of the rumors pointing in that direction, the queen did not seem particularly uncomfortable with Lord Galdor’s attentions at Imladris. Thus, he wondered if she was just being polite to him in order to spare his feelings or if there was something more going on between those two, regardless of their difference in station.

Deeming the task of attempting to answer those questions pointless, Thranduil chose to disregard the subject altogether, as it wouldn’t serve much of a purpose at that moment. 

Hence, the king shifted his full attention back to the report as Feren continued to speak.

“There is another rumor about the Red Queen that seems to be highly debated as well, my lord.” Feren remarked.

“Very well. What is it?”

“Lady Reiya has earned several titles linked to her feats, as it is customary for royal leaders. Some of those were seemingly meant to give praise, while others... Well, they appear more aimed towards controversy, sire.” Feren pointed out.

Thranduil hummed in a subtle manner, looking more visibly interested in that one whisper.   

“Understood. What titles are those, and what is the speculated reasoning behind them?” He inquired with an impassive expression.

And so, Feren went over each of the terms listed on his report while Thranduil listened to all of them with a keen interest.

…

Weeks went by swiftly at Mirkwood, and the day for the Sun-elves’ arrival had finally come.

Reiya was riding her dire tiger at the front of her company, while the rest of her subjects followed closely behind with their horses and wagons. Zila, the commander of the Xandorian royal guards, was a few steps behind the queen, while Eldrec and Urien, her childhood friends, were galloping at a relative distance from her on both sides.

Reiya was carrying Toby in her leather puppy bag as well. The dog pup lifted his head out of the bag to take a sneak peek of the road from time to time.

The queen stopped at the entrance to the Mirkwood forest and raised her hand slightly, gesturing for the company to halt.

“Xandorians, to me!” She addressed the group. “We are about to enter the lands of the Elvenking. Remove your concealment masks and raise our banners so the Mirkwood scouts can identify us, as requested.”

The Sun-elves acknowledged the queen’s instructions and followed suit. Reiya herself removed her mask and cloak as well.

“We are nearing our destination, but do not let your guard down.” She warned. “Remain prepared to protect those in our company that cannot defend themselves for any given reason. If Loitar or Suaron’s minions were to attack us along the way, I will eliminate them and shield you from harm.” The Lady of Fire emphasized in an assertive manner.

“Yes, my lady!” The Sun-elves responded, ignited by their queen’s command.

The Xandorian party then proceeded to enter the forest while remaining on high alert.

Several minutes into the road, Eldrec observed the vast trees in their surroundings, then discretely moved his horse next to Reiya’s dire tiger in order to exchange words.

“I sensed movements and sounds upon the trees, but no evil intent whatsoever.” He stated while keeping his eyes on the road.

“The Mirkwood scouts.” Reiya hinted, also looking ahead.

Eldrec nodded in agreement. 

“They are already aware of our presence, and if they know...”

“…so will their king.” Reiya emphasized as she narrowed her eyes slightly in anticipation. 

A/N: Back to the Elven realm that we all know and love :)

Things are starting to get a bit juicier lol.

Chapter Text

- At Mirkwood -

Fortunately for the Sun-elves, the company was not ambushed on their way to the Woodland Realm, and the trip had gone smoothly enough, given the circumstances.

Just like Reiya and Eldrec forecast, there were Mirkwood guards already in formation at both sides of the road when the Xandorian party got to the bridge in front of the fort gate.

Tauriel, Feren, and Galion were also at the gate area, awaiting the Sun-elves' arrival.

Galion and many of the Mirkwood scouts widened their eyes at the sight of the Red Queen riding her massive dire tiger since that was their very first time witnessing such a creature.

The more reserved Feren kept a neutral expression, and Tauriel smiled lightly at the familiar scene.

Once the Xandorians made it all the way through the bridge, Reiya raised her hand, gesturing for the company to halt. She then dismounted Veryo and went to meet the Mirkwood subjects at the gate area.

"Mae lovannen (Well met), Queen Reiya." Tauriel smiled and bowed to her. "It is such an honor to have you visit our realm and count with your counsel at this time of need, my lady."

"Suilad (Greetings), Captain Tauriel. It is good to see you again as well." Reiya smiled back at the elleth and performed her royal salute. "The honor is all mine for receiving an invitation of such distinction from the Woodland Realm. I cherish the opportunity to help eradicate the lurking evil in any way possible." She remarked.

Tauriel nodded in acknowledgement, then proceeded to introduce Feren and Galion before sharing further instructions.

Per the king's orders, Reiya's dire tiger would be allowed to remain in the Mirkwood forest, and Tauriel was to escort the Lady of Fire to him once the Xandorian company was settled.

Reiya gestured understanding and asked for a brief moment so she could set Veryo free.

The queen walked back to her mount companion and took the creature's large head in her hands as she voiced soothing commands.

"Veryo, you are free to roam this forest, but do not venture too far off, okay? You should still remain close enough to hear my call whenever I am in need of you." She instructed.

The dire tiger moaned lowly in response, and Reiya smiled at him in a nurturing manner.

"We will see each other again soon, friend." She stated.

Veryo chuffed and rubbed his head against the queen's shoulder in a gentle display of affection.

Reiya's smile remained unchanged as she petted the creature's head slightly.

"Very well. Off you go." She instructed.

The dire tiger moaned a bit louder then turned around to make his way into the forest.

Most of the Sun-elves smiled at the whole scene, while the Mirkwood scouts stared at the massive creature in awe as it faded behind the vast trees.

Once Veryo was out of sight, Reiya shifted her attention back to the elleth in front of her.

"We are ready to proceed as instructed, Captain Tauriel. Lead the way." She stated with a light smile.

Tauriel smiled back at her and nodded.

"Understood, my lady. Follow me."

…

- Somewhere in the dark -

Fernor frowned at his insects' projections when they showed the Krisha and her company entering the Elvenking's Halls.

Prompted by a sense of urgency, he left his quarters rapidly and went to request an emergency summit with Loitar and the other Dark Generals to discuss the latest development.

In the meantime, the flying insects continued recording the events unfolding at the gate of the northern Elven settlement. 

…

- At Mirkwood -

Tauriel took the Xandorian party inside the palace and led the queen's subjects to their designated rooms.

Once they reached their destination, all of them had a brief break then began unpacking their bags. 

Thus, the captain proceeded to escort Reiya and a smaller fraction of her company to the Elvenking, while Feren and Galion stood behind to help accommodate the rest of their visitors.

Eldrec, Urien, and Zila were in the Xandorian convoy heading to the throne floor. They were also joined by four Spear-maidens and two ladies-in-waiting carrying some of the queen's belongings, including Toby's puppy bag.

Reiya and her subjects took an opportunity to contemplate their surroundings more closely as they were making their way through the cavernous halls of the Elvenking.

The Mirkwood palace was much different from their own royal estate back home. Furthermore, the interiors of the palace did not provide as many open spaces as the Xandorians were used to.

They also sensed several Wood-elves watching them from nearby areas.

Some of them seemed intrigued by the sight, while others appeared more suspicious of their presence, in spite of the fact that the whole realm had already been informed about the Sun-elves' visit, as stated by Tauriel.

Even in the midst of the few unwelcome stares, the Mirkwood servants paid their respects to Reiya and bowed to her per their customs as she made her way through.

The Xandorian group politely responded to their courtesies and ignored the suspicious looks altogether. They were already aware of the distrusting nature of Wood-elves, so their mixed reactions had been expected to some degree.

The convoy followed Tauriel through multiple passages and small bridges before taking a path towards the center structure of the palace.

At one point, Reiya was able to distinguish a pair of folded legs from the side sitting in a chair of sorts on the highest floor.

Figuring that was the king most likely, she discreetly averted her gaze as she preferred reserving direct contact with the fellow monarch for their actual face-to-face encounter.

Tauriel eventually stopped at the structure preceding the throne floor.

Reiya and their subjects also halted and tilted their heads up to contemplate the scene in front of them.

Zila and her Spear-maidens remained neutral at the sight; Eldrec narrowed his gaze slightly at the figure sitting in the ornate chair, and the rest of the ellith in the group, including Urien, parted their lips in surprise. 

Even Toby took a small peak, as he lifted his small head from the puppy bag. 

Reiya's demeanor went completely still when she glanced at the Elvenking. He remained seated on his high throne, surrounded by his own royal guards.

Unsurprisingly, Thranduil's calculating gaze had already been fixed on her since the moment she stepped into the lower platform, and his expression was as emotionless as ever.

"Lady Reiya?"

All the Sun-elves shifted their attention to Tauriel as she addressed their monarch.

"The king awaits your presence on the throne floor, your majesty. You are more than welcome to take your company up there with you, if you see it fit." She stated.

"Understood. Thank you for your assistance and courtesies, Captain Tauriel. Much appreciated." Reiya responded, smiling kindly at the elleth.

Tauriel returned the smile and bowed to her, then stepped aside so the queen could walk up the stairs whenever she was ready.

Reiya's expression shifted to one of calm awareness as she spread her arms slightly.

Understanding her cue, Urien walked to her friend and gently helped adjust her bell sleeves. 

The queen then addressed her two ladies-in-waiting as she voiced further instructions.

"Rineth, Erial, I wish to wear my golden wedge sandals and anklets at this time. Would you be kind enough to assist me in putting those on? It will help save time." Reiya stated.

"Yes, my lady!" The two ellith responded in unison as they took the requested items from the bags that they were carrying and approached the queen.

Eldrec extended an elbow at Reiya for support while her ladies-in-waiting carefully removed her traveling boots and put the wedge sandals and anklets on.

Thranduil, who had been quietly studying the queen since she made her appearance, raised an eyebrow at her sudden actions. Being the observant ellon that he was, he couldn't help but notice the subtle but visible differences in her semblance that day.

The golden crown circlet that Reiya was wearing at the time had three emerald stones, with the one in the middle being slightly larger than the other two.

Likewise, her golden cuffs and earrings were clearly meant to complement the crown circlet, as they exhibited matching green gems.

The queen's red velvet dress was slightly more intricate than the ones she had worn before. Moreover, the skirt of the dress had two slits in the front area, which ran from the section below her knees down to her feet.

Once the ladies-in-waiting were done helping their monarch change her footwear, Thranduil's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the shiny emerald stones hanging from Reiya's golden anklets.

Her choice for those accessories in particular was quite strange for him, as he had never seen ellith wearing jewelry in that area of their bodies before.

The king had to remind himself that Reiya was a queen from a different realm and continent altogether, so perhaps such fashions were common in the Xandorians' customs.

In any case, those accessories set her apart from other ladies of station, and the anklets did not look bad on her, to be honest.

Thranduil suddenly recomposed himself and averted his gaze from Reiya's anklets as he realized his attention had been drawn to the feminine curve of her calves, now exposed by the dress skirt.

His expression shifted back to the hardened impassive mask following the realization.

That elleth… She had yet to ascend his throne floor, and she was already being that distracting, for Eru's sake.

In the meantime, Reiya, who had been completely unaware of Thranduil's wandering gaze, was clearing the invisible wrinkles on her dress and making a few last adjustments as she got ready to meet the Elvenking.

Zila, the commander of the Xandorian royal guards and Reiya's guardian, walked towards her.

"Would you like us to accompany you to the throne floor, my queen?" She asked.

"No, that is fine." Reiya stated. "I appreciate your support as usual, Zila, but I believe it will be more proper for me to greet the king on my own this time around." Reiya responded with a polite smile.

"Understood, your majesty." Zila bowed to the queen in a respectful manner, then swiftly returned to her position at the front of the Xandorian royal guards.

Eldrec discreetly approached Reiya to voice words of his own.

"Are you sure you do not want your Queen's Guard up there with you? You know, to make an impact? Show off a bit in front of him and the sort?" Eldrec mumbled in a more informal manner, clearly speaking to the Lady of Fire as her childhood friend and brotherly figure at that moment.

Reiya let out a low chuckle at his comment, and Urien smiled as she was in listening proximity.

"I will be alright, Eldrec." The female monarch assured him. "Our royal guards command respect with their outstanding presence, indeed, but I highly doubt that alone will make much of an impact for the Elvenking, as he himself has many guards and formidable warriors at his service." She explained in a discreet manner. "Nevertheless, an elf-queen from another realm walking up there by herself will certainly make a strong impression, don't you think?" Reiya emphasized as she finished her last adjustments and smiled at him kindly.

Eldrec returned her smile.

"Understood, my lady." He stated in a more formal tone. "Go up there and show him who you are." The ellon remarked in an encouraging manner, as the rest of the Sun-elves smiled at their queen with pride. 

"That I will, lieutenant." She replied in an assertive manner.

Reiya's demeanor was calm once again as she began making her way to the throne floor.

The queen gently held the skirt of her dress while walking up the stairs with paced steps. Her garments, which were almost as long as Thranduil's own robes, flowed gracefully behind her, giving her the enchanting air that characterized her unique presence.

Reiya reached the throne floor as she stood in the middle of the platform. She carefully placed the tail of her skirt and sleeves close to her legs so they wouldn't completely cut off the walking space around her.

She then clasped her hands over her waist in a regal manner and directed her gaze at the king once again.

Reiya took advantage of Thranduil's ongoing silence to contemplate his throne and appearance more closely.

Generally speaking, thrones were often believed to be an extension of a monarch's character, as well as a reflection of their traits to some extent. Her own throne exhibited elements for the purpose of making a visual impact with that in mind.

Thranduil, however, had taken that one principle to a whole different level when it came to his royal seat. 

The king's intricate chair was so elevated above the ground that he had his own set of stairs carved into a base of wood and stone. Furthermore, the huge elk-like antlers attached to the chair were so spread out that their span extended beyond the boundaries of the audience floor.

Reiya had seen all sorts of leader seats throughout her many travels in Middle-earth, but she had never witnessed anything quite like the Woodland throne in all its splendor.

That whole scene was, without a doubt, a display of grandeur and spectacle—an extension of Thranduil's ego, no less.

The king's garments called for distinctive attention, as well.

She was keen on wearing accessories that complemented her attires, but every piece of clothing on Thranduil had a shine to it.

There was the silver glitterish robe resembling the bark of trees; the metallic-glazed leather boots reflecting the interior lights; the intricate rings, which adorned his fingers in a sophisticated manner; the branches-shaped brooch that kept his robe in place; and that crown...

Reiya's eyes widened at the sight of the king's elaborate headpiece.

His crown was a tangle of roots and thorns with tiny leaves, berries, and flowers laid into them, which made him look even more imposing but elegant somehow. The elaborate prop stood out from the rest of his accessories, and it further enhanced his already exuberant self-portrait.

Unaware of the visible change in her demeanor, Reiya's gaze moved down the king's face only to find him looking back at her with a smug smile. Her expression suddenly went blank as she became aware of the subconscious slip.

Thranduil had enjoyed the attention that she unintendedly gave him in that moment.

Reiya narrowed her eyes slightly, reminding herself to be more careful with her cues around the fellow monarch to avoid inflating his uplifted ego even further.

Thranduil had been content to incite the queen's attention in such a manner, but he was mainly satisfied with himself for successfully luring the Lady of Fire into his realm, at last.

Multiple rulers had stood before him in that same spot. Nonetheless, never in a thousand of years he'd imagined that an elf-queen from a distant land would be amongst them.

Furthermore, that same queen had walked up to his throne floor all on her own—a display of courage that many of the prior visiting leaders lacked to a considerable degree, as far as he recalled.

She was that bold, wasn't she?

Very well… He would put that confidence to the test, starting now and then.

The king's eyes remained fixed on Reiya as he finally spoke.

"Guards, join Captain Tauriel on the lower flower and escort Lady Reiya's subjects back to their designated rooms." Thranduil commanded in his deep voice, speaking loud enough for all the elves in the nearby areas to hear him. 

"Yes, my lord!" The royal guards took their cue to go and left the throne floor as commanded.

Zila raised an eyebrow, and Eldrec's expression turned cautious following the king's order. However, their concerns were soon put to rest when Reiya raised her hand slightly, gesturing her convoy to follow Thranduil's instructions accordingly.

Thus, the Mirkwood and Xandorian subjects retreated from the site, leaving the two Elven monarchs by themselves.

Once all of them made their way out, Thranduil stood up from his throne and began walking down the stairs in an assertive manner.

Reiya followed him with her gaze and took an opportunity to assess the king's demeanor at that moment, as well.

She could see why so many females amongst elves and men fancied this elf-king so much.

Adding to the combination of the long silver blond hair and the dream-like set of piercing blue eyes, Thranduil carried himself with a sheer elegance and poise when presiding as a lord of the highest station. Furthermore, he exuded a regal air with his gestures that distinguished him from the other Elven rulers.

However, there was also something feral about him. A powerful presence that exerted dominance and ruled untamed.

He felt like a wild animal prowling its territory, ready to lash at anything that stood in his way.

Thranduil had kept that quirk somewhat dormant at Imladris, but that side of him was starting to manifest more openly now that she was in his turf. If the animal within him was provoked, the consequences for the culprits involved would be dire, she assumed.

That alone would have been enough to discourage anybody from facing this elf-king, but she was not merely anybody.

She was Queen of Xandor and the last descendant of the Krisha bloodline. She had faced countless monsters and fought in multiple battles throughout her lifetime. Thus, if she had been able to manage all the chaos up until that point, then she would be ready to handle him, or so she'd hope.

On his end, Thranduil continued scrutinizing the female monarch as he stood in front of her in close proximity, his piercing blue eyes diving in the depths of her bright green ones.

Reiya, who was gradually getting used to Thranduil's imposing presence, did not back down at the sight of his outstanding height.

And so the Elvenking and the Red Queen stared at one another, like two opposite forces of nature finding each other in a tumultuous path.

Reiya was fire incarnated and exerted qualities reflecting that; she was defiant, warm, fierce, and nurturing.

Thranduil, on the other hand, stood as a completely different entity altogether; he was ethereal and proud, but intimidating and cold as ice—a blizzard restraining itself from being fully unleashed.

She was fresh and dynamic as the wind, and he was immovable and rooted as an ancient tree.

She flowed freely through words, while he found refuge in silence.

Thranduil folded his arms behind his back and began pacing around the queen without speaking a single word as he kept his intense gaze on her, like a great wolf stalking his prey.

He made sure not to step over the queen's dress, but remained close enough for her to be slightly overtaken by his overwhelming presence.

Reiya's gaze moved to the floor for a brief moment, as she felt the tail of the king's garments touching the base of her wedge sandals and the edges of her dress as he circled her.

Thranduil, on the other hand, took the opportunity to discern every single detail in her appearance more closely. Her long red hair… her accessories… her dress… her footwear… and so on.

Every single item on Reiya was in proper order, and she looked impeccable by nobility standards—perfect even, to some extent.

He then stood behind her for a brief moment as she remained calm but wary.

Thranduil came to a feasible conclusion in the midst of his ongoing observations.

Judging from her neat appearance, Reiya took her diplomatic endeavors very seriously. He himself opted to always keep a pristine look, regardless of the occasion; however, that one aspect seemed to hold much more significance to the Red Queen's appeal.

She might have been untraditional in the ways she ruled her people, but there seemed to be a method to her public persona when interacting with other leaders—a certain code she led herself by in order to remain level-headed while showing assertiveness, he presumed.

What would she do if all that control were to falter at any point, he'd wondered?

Thranduil continued pacing around the queen as he made his way back to face her.

Reiya directed her gaze at him as soon as he got in her line of sight and stood in front of her once again.

Thranduil fully realized the weight of the encounter in question.

In his throne floor stood the Lady of Fire emanating her enchanting presence—the constant deceit disguising the terrible power that she possessed.

She presided not only as a queen and sole ruler of an Elvish nation, but as one of the most dangerous beings alive in Middle-earth—a Krisha that could turn everything to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Everybody made notice of her formidable power and distinctive beauty, but something else had captured the king's attention as well. 

It was her mind, for the elleth standing before him was a highly intelligent one.

That mind of hers was like a fortress, guarded to the very end, ready to retaliate against his every word whenever she deemed it necessary. Breaking through those defenses would not be easy by any means, but he welcomed the challenge regardless.

He would find a way to get through the Red Queen somehow as he uncovered her hidden thorns.

Pausing their exchange of stares, Thranduil walked to a small table that had been intently placed away from sight.

Reiya raised an eyebrow at his sudden action, wondering what he was up to now.

The king carefully poured wine into two goblets, then he walked back to her with those in hand.

Reiya's expression turned to one of caution following the gesture. Did he intend for them to drink wine at such an instance?

Thranduil's face remained impassive, however, as he offered one of the goblets to her.

Still unsure of his ulterior motives, Reiya carefully took the goblet from his hand, making sure that her fingers did not grace his in the process.

The king then held his own goblet slightly forward as he finally spoke.

"Welcome to the Woodland Realm, Queen Reiya." He stated in his deep voice. "May the coalition between our realms be a fruitful one and help us succeed in this war."

Thranduil raised his goblet in a poised manner, then took a long sip of wine. Once he was finished, he looked back at the female monarch attentively, awaiting her next move.

Reiya was not much of a drinker; nonetheless, it seemed like the toast prompted by the Elvenking had some sort of meaning for him, or so she thought.

Having been educated in the ways of diplomacy for most of her life, the queen lifted her goblet gently to him, then proceeded to take a short sip of wine herself.

A subtle smile showing satisfaction was drawn on Thranduil's face. He took Reiya's action as a sign that she welcomed the challenges ahead as much as he did.

And so, a new endeavor for the two Elven monarchs had officially begun.

Together they would attempt to defeat the new servant of Sauron threatening Middle-earth's very existence, while exerting their authority over one another in a constant push for dominance.

A/N: It all comes to this! 

Important note/question for all of you:

We are entering a new phase in this journey, as Thranduil and Reiya will consistently interact with each other from this point on. However, I have a question for all of you before we proceed, dear readers :)

--- Are you enjoying this story? Would you like it to continue?

I am beyond grateful for your positive comments up until now (those fill me with much joy and motivation to keep going!) and highly appreciate your Subscriptions and Kudos as well!

Stats aside, though, the discussion has gone a bit quietly lately lol, so I am not entirely sure about where the group’s overall interest is right now. Thought I'd double-check with you directly so I can decide how to proceed.

A simple “Yes” in the comments will suffice to confirm your interest in seeing this move forward, even if others have already responded.

I am asking genuinely and really appreciate your patience with me thus far! 

Chapter Text

- Somewhere in the dark -

Loitar and his Dark Generals were gathered in a war room as Fernor’s emergency summit was on course.

“Are you absolutely certain of what you saw?” The elf-warlock inquired with a menacing expression.

“Yes, master.” Fernor confirmed. “The projections of my flies are not as detailed as those of my hornets, but they clearly showed the Krisha and her company entering the Elvenking’s Halls. See for yourselves.”

Everybody went quiet when Fernor made a series of hand gestures and his flies’ projections played in front of the whole group.

Loitar narrowed his gaze at the scene, and the other Dark General mumbled amongst themselves as they observed the events unfolding before them.

“I was able to avoid discovery thanks to the flies’ fainter presence. Therefore, my insects were undetected this time, even by that Xandorian lieutenant who excels at sensorial skills.” Fernor remarked, referring to the Sun-elf official known by the name of Eldrec, respectively.

“So now we have both the Krisha’s power, and the Elvenking’s army to contempt with?” Milco stated with a hint of disdain.

Moriel closed her eyes and sighed in resignation. “This scenario couldn’t get any more troublesome for us now.” She pointed out.

“Indeed. The Krisha and the Elvenking working together will become a nuisance, no doubt.” Nerion stated in a similar manner.

“No.”

All of the Dark Generals turned their attention to Loitar as he spoke.

“…Sire?” Nerion inquired, looking visibly confused by his master’s sudden interjection.

“I do not believe that is to be the case. At least, not yet.” The elf-warlock pointed out. “It is true that the Elvenking has acted against all my expectations since the Battle of the Five Armies took place, but I do not believe his coalition with the Krisha constitutes a strong alliance at this time.”

“You don’t?”

“I am almost certain of it.” Loitar assured them. “That collaboration of theirs seems more spurred out of need and desperation rather than trust and loyalties, all things considered.” He explained.

“Hmm... I see your point, master. What do we do, then?” Thoben asked.

“Let them to their schemes, for now.” Loitar stated. “We will give them a proper welcome of our own soon enough.” The elf-warlock remarked with a malicious smile as he looked at the map on the table.

…

- At Mirkwood -

Reiya found herself pacing through her guest apartment, followed closely behind by her puppy.

She didn’t know what sort of involvement Thranduil had in the designation of her chambers, but the place had certainly exceeded her expectations in many regards.

The guest apartment was quite spacious, and it contained several areas, including a master bedroom; a natural bath pool empowered by the cavern streams; a small kitchenette with multiple utensils; and a large living room with a desk attached to the wall, among other sections.

Perhaps the most pleasing surprise for her had been the living room balcony, which allowed for an extensive view of the royal palace surroundings.

Hence, Reiya stood on the balcony and glanced at the vast landscapes of the inner city as her mind kept wondering.

The infrastructure of the Woodland Realm was a bit too confined for the comforts of a Sun-elf, just like she’d pointed out before. Nevertheless, she couldn’t help but appreciate the many views and wonders that the Elven settlement had to offer as the days went by.

Tauriel took her on a tour excursion the week prior, and to her delight, she found that the cavernous city was filled with trails, vines carved on wood and stone, river creeks, and groves that resembled those of a forest. Moreover, the palace was lighted up by intricate ceiling lamps and natural glows, which added a unique appeal to the place in spite of the dimmer atmosphere that seemed to lean over certain areas.

Thranduil had built his realm in an enclosed environment, but he made sure to honor the Mirkwood elves’ bond with nature, as reflected in the scenery that distinguished their home.

Reiya was mentally going over her planned activities for the day, including her follow-up parlay with the king himself, which was scheduled to take place that afternoon.

However, her attention was drawn to the floor when she felt Toby’s small paws on her shins.

Reiya smiled at the puppy and picked him up as he happily waggled his tail. She rested the small dog’s body on her shoulder before she voiced her thoughts out loud.

“Well, this will be our home for a while, Toby.” The queen stated. “We might as well make the best out of it.”

Reiya chuckled when the puppy gently licked her face in a light gesture of affection.

…

The hours of the day passed by rather quickly, and the two Elven royals soon found themselves in each other’s presence once again.

“These chambers will serve as our main headquarters.” Thranduil stated as he led the female monarch into a room containing a series of tables, maps, and office items. “Thus, you and I will have our intelligence meetings here from this point on.” He remarked.

Reiya nodded and took a brief glance around the room. The space had been clearly rearranged for strategic warfare planning, and everything was nearly organized.

She shifted her attention back to the king as he resumed his orientations.

“Other war rooms were habilitated for us to share intelligence with our military ranks and plan major warfare operations when needed. You will also have an office of your own so you can perform your royal duties in a more adequate space.” He pointed out. “Tauriel will escort you there later this afternoon.”

“Understood.” Reiya responded, secretly appreciating the king’s gesture.

“As far as our meeting times are concerned, I have been working on a shared schedule, which will serve as our monthly itinerary for intelligence gatherings.” Thranduil pointed out.

He handed a scroll document to the queen following the statement.

Reiya took the scroll and opened it as she began reviewing the contents.

“You and I are to meet on the indicated days and times on that document in order to discuss the affairs listed under each item.” The king explained. “Hence, you may use the rest of the time to attend to your other responsibilities as you see fit.”

“Very well.” Reiya responded. “How are we to proceed if any unlisted priorities or matters of urgency were to arise throughout the course of the war?” She inquired in an objective manner as she directed her attention back to the king.

“In such instances, we would gather at the earliest convenience and determine the best course of action to attend to such urgent matters.” Thranduil explained. “The itinerary will be prone to changes at those times, respectively.”

“Understood.” Reiya replied. “We are having our first intelligence meeting next week then, correct?” She inquired, shifting her attention back to the contents of the document.

“Yes.” Thranduil confirmed. “You may use the rest of this week to continue settling in and reviewing the itinerary accordingly. If you have any other questions in the meantime, feel free to address them with me.”

“Sounds good.” Reiya stated.

“Very well. You are free to resume your current endeavors.” Thranduil instructed.

He bowed apologetically, then walked towards one of the tables behind Reiya in order to reorganize the documents on top of it.

However, the queen did not walk out of the room right away, as she continued reviewing the scroll contents further.

“Hmm…. Interesting.”

Thranduil froze in place and widened his eyes slightly, sensing the notice in Reiya’s voice.

“According to this shared itinerary of ours, we are required to attend a Welcome gala reception with your councilors a couple of weeks from now?” Reiya pointed out as she looked at the fellow monarch in a questioning manner.

Thranduil looked at the floor and let out a low sigh following her inquiry.

He would have preferred to discuss that one commitment at the end of their first intelligence meeting, but of course, that sort of detail wouldn’t get passed the relentless Lady of Fire when it came to such matters.

Hence, Thranduil resigned himself to explaining the whole ordeal.

“Not by my orders,” He stated as he turned around to face the female monarch. “But per their request.”

Reiya raised an eyebrow at him in wonder.

“My councilors agreed to allocate resources of the realm to further support our intelligence operations, but they wished to meet the guest ruler we are to collaborate with in a more formal setting.” The king clarified.

“I see.” Reiya remarked as she continued listening to him.

“I told them that time would be better invested on other priorities, but they… insisted.” He left it at that, looking slightly deflated by the outcome of such deliberations.

Reiya let out a discreet chuckle as she shifted her attention back to the document in her hands.

That was intriguing.

It seemed like even the great Elvenking was not completely exempt from more ‘social’ obligations spurred by the nobles of the realm, in spite of the seniority and prestige that he held as an Elven ruler.

Reiya remained quiet for a brief moment as she weighed the unforeseen commitment in question.

Thranduil, on the other hand, kept looking at the queen with a blank expression while his mind awaited in suspense.

Truthfully, Reiya was not obligated to attend the gala since that was never a part of the designated responsibilities for the role that she was fulfilling. Nevertheless, if she were to refuse the invitation, the action itself wouldn’t look good in the eyes of the Mirkwood councilors, neither on his part or hers, for that matter.

Reiya gently closed the scroll document as she finally spoke.

“Very well.” She stated in a calm manner. “If they want me to mingle, I’ll mingle.” She left it at that.

Thranduil widened his eyes at her response.

Was she actually agreeing to the whole ordeal? Just like that?

“Let’s give them a gathering that they will never forget.” The queen remarked with a light smile as she looked back at him.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the statement.

He had no idea what Reiya had meant by that, but the fact that she was willing to attend the gala without putting up any resistance was actually a relief for him to some degree. Thus, he did not question her statement and just let it sly at that moment.

“Seems like we are all set for the time being then.” The queen concluded with an agreeable smile.

Reiya bowed to him, then retreated without speaking further.

Thranduil kept his attentive gaze on the female monarch until she walked out of the door.

Well… That conversation in particular had gone much smoother than he expected, to be honest.

…

And so, Thranduil and Reiya began meeting on a weekly basis to assess matters of war while they gradually got used to each other’s temperaments and working approaches.

Their exchanges were often driven by multiple predicaments, with Reiya usually being the one pushing for immediate action, while Thranduil remained the cautious contemplator.

The two Elven monarchs had already been faced with a series of disagreements throughout their assessments, but they had managed their differences well enough to find some common ground at the end of each gathering.

Thus, Thranduil and Reiya were discussing yet another matter that prompted further scrutiny on the king’s part.

“Cast a protective magic barrier throughout the boundaries of my lands, you say?” Thranduil asked while looking at the female monarch with a weary expression.

“Yes.” Reiya confirmed, as she placed several pieces on the map table in front of them. “I am quite aware that the Enchanted River has helped protect your realm for millennia, but Loitar’s monsters are growing more powerful as his magic evolves. They were already able to breach the protective boundaries of Imladris on the night of the hearing, as you know.” She pointed out.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the queen as she continued making her case.

“We also have that Dark General to contempt with—the one who propels insects to spy on us.” Reiya stated. “My lieutenant has not sensed any unnatural insects on the prowl since I eradicated the hornet spies at Imladris. Nevertheless, the Dark General in question is still out there and might yet be conducting surveillance on us at this very moment.” She remarked.

Thranduil hummed lowly before he spoke.

“Did you relay this information to Lady Galadriel and Lord Elrond, as well?” The king inquired, wondering what the other Elven rulers would have to say on the matter.

“They already requested my counsel for such a purpose prior to my trip back to Xandor, actually.” Reiya stated.

The king looked slightly surprised by the revelation, as he was not aware that his peers had already begun seeking Reiya’s advice at Elrond’s manor.

“I assume they are already taking measures to mitigate those risks with that in mind. Perhaps it is time for you to do the same?” The queen pointed out.

“Right…” Thranduil stated in a nonchalant manner, ignoring the female monarch’s attempt at rushing him. “And how exactly are you planning on creating this magic barrier that you speak of?” He inquired. “As far as I am concerned, your fire spells could still destroy most of my forest and put my people in danger.” The king pointed out with a hardened expression.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be the one creating this magic barrier in particular, your highness; my Spellcasters would, under my supervision, of course.” Reiya stated with a cordial smile, ignoring the king’s remark on her power as well.

“Spellcasters?” Thranduil reiterated.

“Yes. They are Xandorian combatants who excel at magic and serve as a distinctive branch of my military to take care of such matters. Their abilities have been crucial in our efforts to counter Loitar’s own dark magic in many instances.” The queen explained. “Perhaps you might benefit from having a similar branch in your army, as well?” She stated with a discreet but proud smile.

“Perhaps, or I might actually be better off deciding how to best strengthen my own army, since I am both the monarch and lead commander of this realm.” Thranduil emphasized with a sardonic tone.

Reiya raised an eyebrow at the king for a brief moment, then smiled politely and looked at the floor in a knowingly manner.

It seemed like Thranduil was not fond of advice from outsiders when it came to matters of his army. Hence, she made a mental note to herself not to push the topic unless the circumstances called for it.

“Fair enough.” She left it at that. “How do you wish to proceed, then?” The queen inquired with a serious expression as she shifted her attention back to her peer.

Thranduil placed a finger on his chin as he weighed his options, while Reiya looked at him in a questioning manner.

Unsolicited suggestions aside, it wouldn’t be the first time that the king had chosen not to follow her tactic recommendations whenever he believed other alternatives would better serve their aims.

At the end of the day, she was primarily deemed with the task of sharing intelligence, and Thranduil could act in any way he deemed most beneficial, whether his thinking was aligned with hers or not.

Reiya was well aware of that fact; however, she still believed the measure of further protecting the king’s lands from Loitar’s forces would highly benefit them both, regardless of his reasoning in that regard.

Having made up his mind, Thranduil finally spoke.

“You may go ahead and create the magic barrier in question.” The king stated. “I will speak with my Patrol captains so your Spellcasters can perform the task accordingly.”

A satisfactory smile was drawn on Reiya’s face, as the fellow monarch opted to follow her recommendations that one time.

“Understood.” She responded in acknowledgement.

“Well, I guess that concludes this meeting then.”

The two Elven monarchs nodded to one another then walked towards the two opposite ends of the room.

“You know, sometimes I cannot tell if you are strictly providing counsel for me, or giving me orders to some extent.” Thranduil commented in a casual manner while clearing the desk in front of him.

“My main task in this role is to advise you, King Thranduil, so that is what I am doing; advising you.” Reiya emphasized. “Oftentimes, that requires me to be straightforward on certain matters, as you know.” She stated, putting office items in one of the boxes on the table before her.

“That part I understand, but you have quite a pertinacious way of communicating your recommendations, I should add.” Thranduil replied in a sardonic manner.

“That is because my recommendations are very specific and tailored to our aims, Elvenking.” Reiya stated matter-of-factly. “If these are indeed your thoughts on the way I voice my advice for you, then you wouldn’t like me at all when I give orders.” She pointed out with a hint of irony.

“Wouldn’t I?” Thranduil remarked, turning his attention back to the queen as he finished clearing the desk. “And what made you come to such a conclusion, may I ask?” He inquired as he walked towards her in a paced manner.

“You know the answer to that.” Reiya replied with a nonchalant voice while her attention remained on the box.

“Do I, now?” Thranduil stood in close proximity behind her, not knowing exactly what she was talking about.

“Yes.” Reiya replied as she turned around to face the king.

Thranduil chuckled lightly at her statement.

“There it is again. Your tendency to make quick assumptions about me and my capabilities.” He pointed out with a sarcastic tone.

“I am merely making partial judgments based off first impressions, just like you would, my lord.” Reiya emphasized, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Right.” Thranduil stated. “Regardless, you should watch that little habit of yours in my presence, Red Queen. It might get you in all sorts of compromising situations if you do not measure yourself.” He cautioned with his deep-toned voice.

“With all due respect, your highness, I can manage myself and the weight of my words just fine, even in the midst of your presence.” Reiya stated in a firm manner.

“So you say.”

“So I know.” She corrected him. “And you will be wise not to overstep in that regard, Elvenking.” The female monarch stated with a polite smile, properly disguising the hint of warning in her voice as she looked back at him attentively.

Thranduil did not back away, however, choosing to remain in place while his piercing blue eyes scrutinized the female monarch even further.

For just the briefest of moments, his gaze traveled down to her pink full lips, curled in that taunting smile she so often liked gesturing in front of him, then back at the green depths of her gentle eyes as his mind got lost in a sort of trance.

Reiya’s expression gradually turned to one of slight confusion as she wondered why Thranduil went so still all of a sudden.

Almost as if reacting to the shift in the unseen energies surrounding them, she averted her own gaze away from his piercing blue eyes, turning her attention to the long silver-blond locks resting gracefully at the sides of his chest.

That smooth-looking hair of his must have been gentle to the touch, she assumed...

Reiya widened her eyes slightly at the strange thought that invaded her mind at such an unforeseen moment. An effect of the king’s attempts at dominance, no doubt; the constant challenge conveyed by his intense gaze, in conjunction with the ethereal poise that characterized his flowing demeanor.

No… She wouldn’t let him have his way.

Feeling the king’s gaze still lingering over her for no apparent reason, Reiya proceeded to stop the needless stupor.

“Well, looks like I am done here.” The female monarch stated with a blank expression as she finished putting the last item back in the box and took the bins to one of the shelves.

Thranduil did not follow her with his gaze right away, as he was brought back from the sudden daze that had overtaken him at that moment.

He widened his eyes slightly at the realization, then sighed lowly at the subtle waves of frustration that followed.

Eru, that elleth…

She could be annoyingly distracting for him in so many ways. Her charms always at play, luring him effortlessly in the most unexpected moments; the constant pull of her spell looking to trap him; bend him to her will…

No… He wouldn’t let her dissuade him from his cause.

Thranduil recomposed himself, then shifted the conversation towards other more important matters.

“Are you still on for the gala next week?” He inquired with his impassive expression as he turned his face to the female monarch.

“Yes.” Reiya confirmed while her attention was on the shelves.

“Good.” Thranduil responded.

“On a different note, I was wondering about something.”

The king raised an eyebrow at the sudden interjection.

“I made notice of a trail that extends beyond the palace boundaries. I would like to take Toby for a walk on that one path, if it does not pose any inconveniences, of course.” The queen stated.

“Toby?” Thranduil inquired.

“My dog pup.” Reiya clarified.

The king’s expression turned to one of wonder.

Right… That was the name Reiya gave to the puppy gifted by the hobbits back at Imladris.

By inquiring about that, he assumed the queen was asking for his authorization to go on that trail with her pet companion on their own, without the company of Tauriel or any other Mirkwood escorts, for that matter.

He knew for a fact that the trail in question was a public one, and the path extended throughout open spaces in the city grounds, which were often patrolled by guards.

Granted, Reiya was still a Krisha capable of burning everything in her path, but he did not foresee any major risks in allowing the queen to go for an open walk with her puppy at the time.

Thus, Thranduil complied.

“Yes, you may.” He left it at that.

Reiya smiled lightly at the king’s answer. “Good.” She stated.

Once she was done organizing the bins on the shelves, Reiya approached the fellow monarch to bid her farewells.

“If nothing else calls for attention at this time, I guess we will meet at the gala, your highness.”

Reiya bowed then made her way out of the room in a paced manner as the king watched her deep in thought.

Thranduil couldn’t help but notice the elleth’s seemingly aloof attitude towards the upcoming gathering with the Mirkwood nobles.

He made sure to tell Reiya about the importance of such an event in their previous intelligence meeting, since the gala would provide a unique opportunity for them to further encourage his councilors’ support throughout the war.

Nevertheless, the Xandorian queen had seemed rather calm at the time, in spite of the high stakes at play.

Well… At least she was still willing to attend the event and put her best foot forward.

Hopefully, everything would go well enough with his councilors, for both their sakes.

A/N: Thank you!  

A special thank you to those of you who expressed interest in seeing this story continue on the previous chapter :). All of your positive comments (detailed ones, short ones, one-liners, strings of emojis, keyboard smashes, you name it! lol) help tremendously, and they keep me going on the hard days. Even a single encouraging word under each chapter will fill me with motivation to go on!

On another note -- Pick your best outfits everybody, because we are attending a gala with Mirkwood nobles on the next one! (Oh dear lol). As far as Thranduil and Reiya are concerned... Be the judges yourselves ;) 

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- At Mirkwood -

The days transpired in routinely fashion, and the highly awaited gala with the Mirkwood nobles was finally on course.

The gathering was being held in one of the great halls of the royal palace.

Tapestries of the finest quality adorned the high walls, and the stained glass on lanced windows showed depictions of the Woodland Realm’s iconic nature-inspired ornaments.

Intricate chandeliers hung from the ceiling and lightened every area in a vivid manner.

The hall contained four interior stairways, which the nobles used to make public entrances and get to the main floor.

Thus, the place was filled with lords and ladies of station speaking amongst themselves; guards keeping watch on each of the access points; caterers swiftly carrying food and drinks for some of the guests and tables; and musicians performing ambiance songs in one of the elevated platforms of the room.

The Elvenking himself had arrived earlier than expected.

Thranduil was wearing an outfit similar to his throne apparel, but the tail of his brocade robe was slightly shorter, and his embroidered silk tunic was coated in glitter-ish jade green.

A small jeweled replica of his throne crown sat regally on the king’s head. Furthermore, the headpiece showcased polished shades of silver and gemstones, which matched his outfit colors and the vine-shaped rings on his fingers.

Thranduil’s ornate swords were sheathed on a leather belt below the loose sections of his robe.

Moreover, an intricate chest brooch held his tunic in place, and the metallic texture of his trousers and knee boots reflected the interior lights in a majestic manner.

The Elvenking upheld the presence of an otherworldly being at that moment.

Unsurprisingly, many of the female attendees in the hall couldn’t help but glance at the ethereal ruler in a dream-like manner.

Thranduil began fulfilling social parlays soon after he entered the hall with his royal guards.

As expected, he was being constantly approached by nobles who wished to pay their respects or further their agendas in a way that was hardly discrete.

At that moment in particular, the king was speaking with Lasben—a councilor whose primary interest was trade above everything else, even in the midst of social gatherings.

Lasben would have been regarded as one of the most exemplary members of the Mirkwood council if it weren’t for his devotion to gossip.

Thus, the king and his culprit were walking side by side in a paced manner as they exchanged words.

“This is quite the reception you’ve put together, your highness. Much delightful.” The councilor remarked with a pretentious smile.

“The servants of the palace have done a fine job, as usual. Glad the gathering is to your taste, Lord Lasben.” Thranduil responded, making sure to credit his subjects when it was due.

“Of course.” The councilor responded. “Have you gotten a chance to review my proposal on expanding our imported goods, by any chance?” He inquired with a pressing tone.

“I have yet to finish reading the entire document since matters of war are taking precedence at this time, but I went over all the tenets, and your reasoning behind them seems solid enough.” Thranduil pointed out.

“That is fortunate to hear.” Lasben responded with a proud smile, gesturing self-praise. “Speaking about the war, I’ve heard that your collaboration with the Red Queen is going well enough?” He inquired with a hint of curiosity.

“Yes. We are already sharing intelligence as of now. Such efforts will pay off in crucial moments, we hope.” Thranduil stated in an objective manner.

“Good.” Lasben remarked. “I look forward to speaking with Queen Reiya in person.” The councilor stated as his smile remained unchanged. “Word has it that she is quite the… peculiar lady?”

“She is indeed, lord councilor.” Thranduil left it at that.

He didn’t know if Lasben had meant that as a compliment or a critique to the female monarch, but he chose not to indulge his councilor with additional details, given his tendency to fuel the rumors.

Reiya would arrive at the gala any moment now, but he wished she wouldn’t take much longer so they could better manage the nobles’ overly hyped expectations.

Thranduil and his council member stood at the center of the hall discussing matters of trade further, but something caught Lasben’s attention as he looked behind the king.

“Well well… Seems like our pledges were heard.” The councilor stated with a satisfied smile.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what he was talking about.

“The Red Queen has graced us with her presence.” Lasben remarked, lifting his cup in the direction of one of the staircases.

Thranduil turned around almost immediately, and his eyes widened at the sight before him.

All the elves on the floor followed his gaze and went completely quiet as well.

Even the musicians stopped playing their instruments when they realized the most anticipated guest of the night had just entered the hall.

Reiya stood at the top of the stairway and clasped her hands over her waist, adopting her signature queenly posture.

Like a radiant sun, she instantly brightened up the place with her marvelous gown.

The Xandorian queen was wearing a burgundy velvet dress with golden rhinestones patterned across her neckline, waist area, and the midsection of her skirt.

Her strapped, off-the-shoulder trumpet sleeves split all the way from her upper arms to the floor, giving the appearance of a royal mantle.

Furthermore, her hair was arranged in a loose half-braid on the back of her neck, which allowed for a clear view of her delicate features and the long red locks falling smoothly over her shoulders.

The Lady of Fire bore a gold jewelry set consisting of a pair of bracelets, ear cuffs and earrings with pendants, a short necklace, and a baroque crown tiara suitable for a guest ruler.

All her jewels contained rubies that matched the shade of her dress, and they had sun-shaped ornaments carved into them.

Reiya was accompanied by Urien and her two ladies-in-waiting, Rineth and Erial, who were also wearing presentable court dresses per their station.

Thus, the three ellith stood at the right side of the queen.

On the other side, there was also Zila and her senior captains, Norel and Bara, as they showcased intricate ceremonial armors worthy of the Xandorian Queen’s Guard.

Reiya glanced at the scene downstairs for a brief moment before her gaze was fixed on the king.

Thranduil’s attention remained on her as he put on the impassive mask once again.

He placed a hand on his shoulder and lowered his head in the queen’s direction, showing his respects in noble fashion.

The Mirkwood elves on the floor followed suit and bowed to the female monarch per their customs.

Reiya performed her royal salute for the king in response, and everybody in her company bowed to him per their own traditions as well.

Henceforth, all the attendees resumed their activities as the Lady of Fire descended the stairs in a poised manner, followed closely behind by her party.

…

Once she reached the floor, Reiya voiced instructions for her royal guards.

Zila and her captains nodded at her in acknowledgement, then spread throughout the hall as they continued fulfilling their watch duties.

The Xandorian maidens helped adjust the queen’s sleeves and hair before they bowed to her and went to sit at the side of the hall as well.

Hence, Reiya and Urien proceeded to pace room as they exchanged words.

…

Thranduil, who was already aware of the close friendship between the Red Queen and her seneschal, raised an eyebrow at the scene.

It looked like Reiya had not planned on speaking to him right after she reached the main floor.

The king sighed and shook his head slightly in resignation.

Of course she would do something like that.

…

Meanwhile, Reiya and Urien were walking through the center of the hall as many of the Mirkwood nobles looked at them in a way that was barely subtle. 

“One more gala with aristocrats in the works.” The queen pointed out as she kept her composure under such scrutiny.

“Indeed.” The Xandorian seneschal remarked in the same manner. “This brings so many memories from back home.” Urien added with a nostalgic smile.

“It surely does.” Reiya responded, smiling back at her.

“It is such a pity that Eldrec was not able to accompany us for the night.” The seneschal stated.

“Yes.” Reiya agreed. “I extended an invitation for him to attend the gala, but he deemed himself more useful keeping watch alongside the Mirkwood and Xandorian patrol units at this time.” She explained.

“Well, you know Eldrec. He doesn’t always see eye to eye with the councilors. Perhaps he just wished to help keep the peace between us and our Mirkwood counterparts by removing himself altogether?” Urien stated.

“Most likely.” Reiya corroborated.

“We could invite him to have lunch with us in the palace gardens before he heads back to Xandor, if you deem it fit.” Urien proposed.

“That is a great idea, Urien.” The queen stated, smiling at her friend in an agreeable manner. “The upcoming week will be quite busy on my end, but I could rearrange some of my scheduled activities prior, so we-“

The two ellith stopped abruptly, and their eyes widened when they realized the Elvenking was standing right in front of them with folded arms.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the female monarch as he gestured a reproving look.

Reiya recomposed herself and looked back at him with a distant expression, while Urien adopted a more reverent posture in his presence.

The king let out a low sigh, then straightened up slightly as he addressed the two ellith before him.

“Queen Reiya.” Thranduil stated in a poised manner.

“King Thranduil.” Reiya responded in the same fashion.

He then turned his attention towards the Xandorian seneschal, and his features relaxed slightly.

“Lady Urien.” The king nodded in the elleth’s direction.

“Your highness.” Urien responded as she bowed cordially to the king.

Thranduil shifted his gaze back to the female monarch, and his features narrowed once again.

Reiya kept a collected expression, and she raised an eyebrow at him in a questioning manner.

Urien looked back and forth between the two monarchs, then she glanced at the floor with a secretive smile.

Sensing the shift in their demeanors, the Xandorian seneschal took an opportunity to excuse herself and leave the royals to their parlays.

“I will go check on the queen’s ladies-in-waiting,” Urien pointed out. “My lord, my lady.” The Xandorian seneschal bowed politely to both of them, then smiled at her friend before she retreated from the area.

Reiya smiled back at her before she shifted her attention to the stern ellon.

Once Urien was out of listening distance, the king proceeded to speak.

“That was quite the entrance you made.” Thranduil stated in a more informal manner.

“One that they will never forget.” Reiya remarked with an assertive smile as she quoted her words from their previous intelligence meeting.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the statement, but he refocused on the matter at hand soon after.

“Good for you to join us. I was wondering when you were planning on making your appearance.” The king pointed out with a sardonic expression.

“I arrived just at the right time. Trust me.” Reiya stated as she discreetly glanced at the nobles around them.

Many of the Mirkwood aristocrats would take the occasional peak while they whispered amongst themselves and pondered all sorts of preconceptions about her, no doubt.

When Reiya averted her gaze away from him, Thranduil’s eyes were instinctively drawn to the queen’s garments and the bits of skin exposed by her gala dress as he probed her feminine jaw, the sleek trail of her neck, and the delicate curves that contoured her bosom.

Thranduil felt his lips going slightly dry at the sight of her before he spoke.

“You look…”

The female monarch shifted her attention back to him in wonder.

“…ready.” He concluded with his deep-toned voice as he directed his gaze back to hers.

Reiya was slightly thrown off by the blank statement, but she collected herself promptly before she spoke.

“I am as ready as I can be at this time.” She merely replied.

The female monarch turned her whole body to the side, following the statement.

Thranduil followed suit and folded his arms behind his back as he stood beside her.

“You’ve kept your councilors well entertained, I see.” Reiya stated as she contemplated the attendees more closely.

“I’ve known most of them for centuries. The task has become routine, pretty much.” The king replied in an impassive manner.

“Very well, I guess it is my turn to engage with them now.” Reiya stated.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the queen’s remark.

“If you’ll excuse me, your highness, I have nobles to greet.”

And thus, Reiya discreetly left the king’s side and made her way amongst the crowd of nobles in an assertive manner, seemingly knowing exactly where she wished to go—or rather, who she wished to speak with.

Thranduil followed the Lady of Fire with his gaze, looking slightly surprised by her sudden action.

He did not doubt Reiya’s ability to properly conduct herself with his councilors, given her upbringing as a royal.

Nevertheless, he was startled by the fact that she launched herself at the sharks without him, since he knew—more than anybody else—which of them would be more likely to question the Xandorian queen’s untraditional ways.

Well… She had already made up her mind about the unforeseen approach it seemed, and intruding her conversations with the councilors without a proper justification wouldn’t look courteous on his part.

Thus, he resigned himself to the sporadic stare and would only step in if the situation desperately called for it.

…

In the meantime, Reiya approached a lord and lady who were actively discussing matters of the realm.

She gestured an apology for disrupting the ongoing debate and proceeded to speak.

“Esteemed councilors.” Reiya addressed them both with a courteous smile as she lowered her head respectfully.

“Queen Reiya.” The ellon bowed to her in noble fashion. “It is such an honor to finally meet you, my lady.” He stated with sobered expression.

“Your majesty.” His female colleague followed suit. “We’ve heard so much about you.” She stated with a polite smile of her own.

“Positive things, I hope?” Reiya remarked as her agreeable expression remained unchanged.

The male councilor let out a low chuckle at the statement as he looked to the floor briefly.

“Indeed.” The female councilor responded with a pretentious smile.

Their reactions did not go unnoticed by Reiya, as she was paying close attention to such cues.

Hence, the queen resumed the conversation as intended.

“If my memory serves me correctly, I believe you are Lord Tawon and Lady Methel. Am I right?”

The two councilors were taken slightly by surprise when Reiya voiced their names.

“Um, yes, that would be us.” Tawon reiterated with a questioning look, verging in caution.

“As I thought.” Reiya’s smile widened slightly at the confirmation. “Your contributions to the Woodland Realm’s infrastructure planning have gained much recognition over the years. Such efforts are worth the praise, I should add.” She remarked.

The female councilor seemed even more surprised by Reiya’s subsequent statement.

“You seem rather... familiar with our work, my lady. How come?” Methel asked with a genuine tone.

“I admit not being knowledgeable on all the details, but the projects that you are overseeing have been well documented in public records stored here in the palace. I had the opportunity to read some of those in the royal library.” Reiya explained.

“I see...” Methel responded, looking slightly intrigued by the Red Queen’s initiative in such regards.

Her male peer, however, remained visibly skeptical as he proceeded to voice an inquiry of a different kind.

“Apologies for my sudden interjection, your majesty, but since we are on the topic of the welfare of Elven realms, I couldn’t help but ask.” Tawon stated. “Some of the Mirkwood councilors have been somewhat... concerned about your rule.”

Methel raised an eyebrow as she seemed unfamiliar with such notions.

“My rule?” Reiya reiterated with a collected expression. “Would you mind explaining your concerns more in depth, Lord Tawon? Perhaps I might help ease them?” The queen stated in a polite manner.

“Surely.” Tawon responded. “Our worries pertain to the fact that you are a young ruler presiding over an Elven realm on your own, my lady.” He pointed out.

“I see… And why is that a cause for such concerns, may I ask?” Reiya inquired in a courteous manner.

“We believe that the burdens of the crown might weigh significantly more on a sole queen ruler merely entering her prime years.” Tawon explained. “Even the great Lady Galadriel had gained much wisdom and leadership experience at the time she founded Lothlórien, as you know.” He pointed out.

“So I am aware.” Reiya responded in a tactful manner as her expression remained collected.

“I assume you are also aware that if Xandor were to stumble in the middle of this war, it would negatively impact the balance between all the Elven realms now that you have been publicly acknowledged as a monarch yourself?” Tawon remarked matter-of-factly.

Methel looked at the floor with a reproving expression, seemingly gesturing disagreement with her colleague’s views on the subject. Nonetheless, she restrained herself from discussing those differences openly in front of their guest ruler.

Reiya, on the other hand, remained quiet as she pondered Tawon’s remarks.

The Mirkwood councilor was not entirely wrong in his views, even though his reasoning behind them was a bit stretched.

Galadriel and Reiya were very different leaders in ruling principles and temperament.

Additionally, the Lady of Lórien had already made a name for herself as the wisest and mightiest Elven leader in Middle-earth, whereas Reiya was merely beginning to build a legacy of her own as queen.

Nonetheless, the two of them still presided as the only female Elven rulers of their time, and their abilities were both linked to the Valar.

Hence, comparisons between them would be inevitable, especially amongst elf-nobles who regarded Galadriel as an exemplary role model.

Following that lead, Reiya voiced a thought-out response which offered an alternative take on the subject.

“Your point is certainly valid, Lord Tawon. It could be argued that Xandor might face certain disadvantages by choosing me as their ruler.” The queen stated. “Nevertheless, my rule is not entirely unsupervised or directionless just because I am younger, for I am often mentored by councilors such as yourself in my court.” She pointed out with a light smile.

Tauron raised an eyebrow at the statement, and Methel turned her attention to the Lady of Fire, as she proceeded to speak.

“There are also several advantages to my seemingly novel ways of ruling, which might yet to be contemplated by your peers, perhaps?” Reiya remarked.

“Are there now?” Tawon inquired.

“Yes.” The queen responded as her agreeable smile remained unchanged. “I would be more than happy to address the rest of your concerns on the subject, if you would but allow me to explain the ways in which the presence of a younger elf-ruler benefits not only Xandor but the balance between all the Elven realms as a whole.”


“Hm… Intriguing.” Tawon stated with a curious expression.

Methel was slightly surprised by the councilor’s response, given his tendency to decline such contemporary ideas. Hence, she continued listening to the exchange attentively as the queen proceeded to speak.

“Does that sound like fair exchange to you, lord councilor?” Reiya asked, making sure the Mirkwood aristocrat was in fact willing to listen to her further.

“Hm… It surely does. Please explain the benefits that you speak of.” Tawon left it that, gesturing interest as well. 

Reiya smiled at him in an assertive manner before she proceeded to discuss her points more in detail.

Meanwhile, Methel directed an approving smile of her own at the queen as she made her case.

…

Thranduil observed the female monarch’s exchange in between his conversations with other nobles.

Per his impressions, it seemed like Reiya had managed to hold a proper dialogue with Tawon—one of his most rigid councilors to date without a doubt.

Thus, he deemed his intervention unnecessary at the moment and let the queen be for the time being as she pursued parlays of her own.

He could always meet with her later that night to discuss their recollections of such exchages. 

…

Henceforth, the two Elven monarchs continued greeting nobles throughout the night as the gala unfolded in uneventful fashion.

Thranduil would occasionally be swarmed by marriage-minded ellith, but he had learned to show politeness towards them without fueling their romantic and political aspirations long ago.

Lasben approached the Red Queen to engage in conversation at one point, just like he intended earlier. He seemed more agreeable towards Reiya than his peer Tawon, as far as the eye could see. Thus, the notion provided some relief.

Once the exchange was over, the queen was joined by her seneschal once again, and the two ellith continued speaking to one another for the time being.

Thranduil, on his end, continued entertaining multiple lords and ladies of station until the mid-break made its course.

Thus, the king walked towards a small private table that contained some of his favored snacks and drinks.

He was about to pour wine in an intricate goblet but stopped himself when a familiar voice resonated in his keen Elven ears.

“So many desserts...”

Thranduil shifted his attention to the pastries table nearby, when he realized the distinct remark had come from the Red Queen herself.

Reiya had both hands on her face while she bore an expression of... excitement, it seemed?

Thranduil raised an eyebrow since he didn’t recall ever seeing the Lady of Fire act in such a manner around food before.

Thus, he kept observing the scene with some degree of interest.

… 

“Yes. These desserts are from the royal cooks’ specialty menu, your majesty. You are more than welcome to try any that you’d like.” The caterer in the pastries section stated with a polite smile.

“Understood.” Reiya replied as she returned the smile.

She looked at all the options on the table for a brief moment.

Soon after, her attention was fixed on several jars that contained layers of moist vanilla cake, whipped cream, and fresh strawberry slices.

The queen carefully took one of the jars and proceeded to taste the peculiar desert with a small spoon.

“Is that one to your liking, my lady?” The caterer inquired with a curious expression, verging in suspense.

Reiya finished savoring the sweet treat before she spoke.

“This is utterly delicious.” She stated with a satisfactory smile. “What sort of cake is it?”

The caterer smiled in relief before he responded to her.

“We call it Strawberry Delight, your majesty. It is made with berries from the Mirkwood forest.” He explained.

“I see.” Reiya responded in a thoughtful manner, as her joyful expression remained unchanged.

…

Thranduil’s gaze softened slightly as he observed the female monarch’s gestures throughout her whole tasting endeavor.

That was rather... interesting.

The king proceeded to pour wine into his goblet and took a long sip as he kept pondering the scene he just witnessed.

A/N: The gala is not over yet!  

Part 2 is already posted as you are reading this :)

There is a whole lot of 'subtext' taking place with these elf-nobles, so I thought it would be better to split the chapter in two parts in order to allow for a break mid-way.

Quick side-note: Even though I have never tried it myself, Strawberry Delight (the cake that Reiya tasted) is a thing! (as in a legit dessert that actually exists). You can look it up.

More juicy stuff coming on Part 2! :D

Chapter Text

- At Mirkwood -

The gala’s culmination was nearing, and the events of the night had unfolded without major setbacks.

A group of nobles had just finished speaking with Thranduil when the musicians began playing a tune that the king was highly familiar with.

Taking their cue, all the elves on the main floor retreated from the center area.

Thranduil was on his way to serve himself more wine, but he stopped in the middle of his tracks when he heard two ladies whispering to one another nearby.

“Oh look! The Red Queen is going to join the dance.”

“Indeed. Quite unexpected and odd, if you’d ask me.”

“My thoughts exactly!”

Thranduil turned around almost immediately, and his eyes widened at the sight of Reiya being escorted into the center area by another ellon.

The young lord was holding her hand in noble fashion and directed an enticing smile at her.

To the king’s dismay, Reiya returned the gesture with a polite smile of her own before she and her dancing companion reached their positions on the floor.

The Mirkwood court dances consisted of waltz-based choreographies where the pairs positioned themselves in two lines—the lords on the left and the ladies on the right. Thus, the lines would often cross one another, merge together in the center, and split as the couples performed mirrored movements without ever making physical contact.

Following that lead, the gala reel dance began, and Reiya proceeded to perform her steps accordingly, as she kept exchanging smiles with her dancing partner.

Thranduil—who was too startled to act at that moment—remained in place while the ladies’ remarks kept reaching his keen Elven ears.

“What is the name of that ellon again? The noble she is dancing with?”

“That would be Lord Cevan—owner of the largest farming fields in the realm. His father retired several centuries ago, and he is doing quite well for himself, it seems.”

“Oh yes! I remember him now. Is the young lord on the hunt for a partner, as far as you know? He seems quite mesmerized by the Xandorian queen, doesn’t he?”

Thranduil’s hands tensed abruptly at the statement.

“He does! I’ve heard Lady Reiya doesn’t want to marry again, though.”

The king’s surprised expression turned to one of annoyance as he glared at the oblivious dancing couple.

Without further ado, Thranduil ignored the two ellith’s endless blather and walked towards the center floor at a firm pace.

…

The ladies participating in the gala dance walked back to their line at one point, and they performed a set of movements with their backs to their companions.

Hence, Thranduil took advantage of that moment to claim a spot of his own in the center area. He stepped in front of Reiya’s dancing partner without making eye contact and raised his hand slightly, gesturing the ellon to step way.

Cevan and the other lords on the floor were surprised by the king’s sudden appearance, but he took his cue to leave without putting any resistance. Thus, he bowed to the king and quietly retreated from the floor.

Thranduil’s gesture was met with much mumbling from the surrounding crowds, but he paid no mind to them as his attention remained solely on the female monarch.

Urien, who had been observing the king’s actions closely from the side, smiled to herself and looked at the floor in a knowingly manner.

Once the females turned around to meet their partners, Reiya was slightly surprised to find that her dancing companion was no longer the Mirkwood young lord but the Elvenking himself. Her expression turned to one of questioning when the two lines moved towards the center. Nonetheless, Thranduil’s face remained impassive as he kept his attention on her.

The king murmured something loud enough for her to hear when the lords and ladies crossed one another.

“What are you doing?”

Reiya’s eyes widened at the inquiry, but she kept her cool nonetheless. 

Seriously? Did he wish to engage in conversation in the middle of the dance, just like that?

She had no idea what Thranduil was up to at that moment, but she recomposed herself rather quickly and raised to the occasion.

Thus, Reiya voiced her answer for the king when the lords and ladies crossed one another once again.

“I am mingling.” She responded in a matching tone.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the statement.

…

The two lines met at the center and everybody turned in the same direction as they proceeded to perform waltz-like steps beside one another.

Following that lead Thranduil used the opportunity to continue questioning the female monarch.

“Is this how you intended to gain favor amongst my councilors? Dancing with the Mirkwood bachelors and the sort?” He inquired in a sarcastic manner as he kept his voice low.

“No,” Reiya responded. “But I thought showing appreciation for the customs of your realm, such as this one, would give me a good head start.” She remarked in an objective manner.

“Right.” Thranduil responded.

…

The dancing couples split from the center lines and began circling one another with a partially raised hand as the royals’ conversation continued.

“And how did you come to learn the steps to this dance in particular, may I ask? I am pretty sure this form of reel is not performed beyond the boundaries of my court.” Thranduil inquired in a discreet manner.

“I happened to come across your seneschal, Lady Nedril, in one of my walks throughout the city grounds.”

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the fact. 

“Lovely lady.” Reiya remarked with a smile. “We engaged in conversation, and I asked her what sort of court dances would be likely to play at this gathering. Thus, she was kind enough to show me the steps to some of those herself in the days prior to the gala.” The queen stated in a satisfied manner as her smile remained changed.

Thranduil was baffled by Reiya’s recounts.

He had let the female monarch roam free throughout the city for a couple of days, and somehow she had managed a conversation with one of his long-trusted subjects. To top it all, Nedril was not only his seneschal at the time, but she had also been one of his most prolific etiquette mentors in his youth years. 

Had his former tutor said anything unflattering about him in front of Red Queen? He hoped not…

“Lady Nedril stated that you were never fond of this sort of dances, I should add. Therefore, you can imagine my surprise when I saw you joining in?” Reiya pointed out in a questioning manner.

Thranduil rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly. It seemed like he was not able to escape the unflattering comments part after all.

“It is not that I dislike the dances themselves, but I dreaded being forced into them when I was a prince.” He argued. “Now that I am king, however, I bear the freedom to engage in such activities whenever I please, which is quite the refreshing change, I should add.” The monarch stated with a proud voice.

“Oh, I bet.” Reiya responded in a sardonic manner. “So why have you chosen to join this one dance in particular, may I ask?” She inquired.

“I am merely fulfilling royal courtesies as your host.” Thranduil stated.

“Right.” Reiya responded, figuring that was not the only purpose driving his intent.

…

The lords and ladies moved a couple of steps away from one another, then walked back to their dancing partners as they proceeded to make the circling motion in the opposite direction.

Reiya, however, added a bit of a twist when she performed several spins along the music before she stood in front of the king once again.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the female monarch before he led her into the rounding steps once again.

“I had not performed this reel in a long time, but I am pretty sure that was not a part of the steps.” The king remarked with an impassive expression.

“I like doing my own thing from time to time.” Reiya stated with a light smile. “A queen can also exercise liberties and powers of her own, as you know.” She pointed out.

“And yet, the king always outranks the queen.” Thranduil responded as he stood behind her and tilted his arms at the sides of her body.

“You wouldn’t at my realm, since I am a Krisha descendant.” Reiya stated matter-of-factly, mirroring his arm movements before she turned around to face him.

“But we are not at your realm, aren’t we? And whose fault is that, as I recall?” Thranduil pointed out, as the two of them proceeded to perform another set of waltz-like steps.

Reiya let out a low chuckle before she responded to him.

“You are still bitter about me withholding my realm’s location, I see.”

“Not really. I am merely content letting things unfold as they should.”

“Are you, now?”

“Yes. Time itself will not change the likely outcome.” The king stated. “I will find out where your realm is located sooner or later, whether you tell me or not.” He remarked in an assertive manner.


“You still sound as confident as ever on that notion.” Reiya stated with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. The word that she had intended to use was delusional, but she refrained from it for the dance’s sake.

“That is because I am, Red Queen.” Thranduil responded with a smug smile as he looked at her attentively.

Reiya rolled her eyes slightly at the ellon’s preposterous ego.

…

The dancing couples separated further, and the lords and ladies stood side by side as they proceeded to perform back and forth steps once again.

Reiya took a brief look at the king’s leather belt before she spoke.

“Do you always carry your sword to this sort of activities?” She asked.

“I am the Elvenking, my lady. I am always prepared to defend my keep at any given moment, especially now that we are at war.” Thanduil stated in an objective manner.

“I see that.” Reiya responded.

“Krisha abilities aside, I am actually surprised you are not armed yourself, considering who you are and what your stance is in all of this.” He remarked in a questioning manner.

“Interesting.” The queen stated. “You assume I am not armed, then?”

“Well, are you?” Thranduil stated with his deep-toned voice as he broke choreography and stood behind the queen in close proximity when the music stopped.

Reiya turned around to face him in a collected manner before she spoke.

“What do you think?” She stated as she looked at him attentively.

Thranduil narrowed his stare in response.

The two monarchs held each other’s gazes for a never-ending moment. However, they were soon taken out of their daze by sounds of clapping.

Thranduil and Reiya looked at their surroundings as they realized what was going on.

The royals had been so immersed in their private exchange that they didn’t register the dance’s culmination a couple of seconds ago. Moreover, they had become the center of attention somewhere along the public display, it seemed.

Playing his part accordingly, Thranduil shifted his focus back to the queen and bowed to her in noble fashion, gesturing gratitude for the dance.

Reiya followed suit and bowed back to him as she gently grabbed the sides of her dress skirt and flexed her legs slightly.

The two monarchs retreated from the center floor, and the clapping eventually ceased as all the elves resumed their chatter

…

Thranduil followed Reiya into a more covert spot at the end of the hall, then she turned around to face him.

“Well, I believe we have entertained your councilors long enough.” The female monarch stated in an objective manner. “It is time for me to retreat to my guest chambers.”

“Already?” Thranduil asked, looking visibly surprised by the queen’s sudden wish to leave.

“Yes.” Reiya reconfirmed.

The king glanced at her in a questioning manner. The gala would end up fairly soon to tell the truth, but he was hoping to discuss the event outcomes with Reiya by the time the other nobles would leave.

Strange as it was, time has transpired faster than expected in the company of the queen.

Sensing his wondering thoughts, Reiya explained herself further.

“I have multiple royal duties lined up for the upcoming week, and tasks will get considerably hectic. I should get sufficient rest this time around.” The queen explained.

Thranduil glanced at her in a thoughtful manner, then he put on the impassive mask back before he spoke.

“Very well.” He merely responded.

The king looked at his surroundings while Reiya adjusted her dress slightly, but his contemplations were interrupted when the female monarch spoke once again.

“Answering your question, I have five on me right now.”

Thranduil shifted his attention back to her, looking visibly confused by the statement.

“That is the number of weapons that I am carrying at this very moment.” Reiya clarified.

The king raised an eyebrow at the female monarch.

Was she bluffing?

Reiya was not bearing anything that resembled a weapon as far as the eye could see.

“I cannot tell you where I am keeping them, for obvious reasons.” The queen stated as she finished adjusting her garments and smiled at him with a hint of taunt.

Thranduil suddenly came to a moment of realization when he probed the meaning behind her words further.

Wait… Was she keeping those weapons under her dress?

His eyes widened at the notion, and he averted his gaze away from the queen’s frame rather quickly when he realized his imagination had taken him to a place he did not intend to go by any means.

“Well, I will make my way out then. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Elvenking.” Reiya stated with an assertive smile.

The Lady of Fire bowed to him in queenly fashion, then made her way to one of the stairways. She was soon joined by Urien and the rest of her party as she gestured a cue to retreat.

Thranduil followed her with a narrowed gaze when his mind was finally free from the suggestive image.

That elleth… Provoking his thoughts in such a manner. How dare she.

Thranduil’s mind shifted to a different matter when he realized something.

Reiya was seemingly at a place of comfort where she could express herself more freely around him. Following that lead, perhaps the time had come for him to ask the Red Queen about the little thorns he’d found during his many investigations prior to her arrival.

A part of him was certainly looking forward to hearing what she had to say about such matters.

Thranduil’s thoughts were interrupted when he was approached by Lasben, Tawon, and Methel—the three Mirkwood councilors who had engaged with Reiya the most.

Unsurprisingly, his council members waited until the female monarch was out of sight so they could speak to him more privately and share their ‘honest’ thoughts on her right away. Their comments were not without some hints of criticism here and there, but they stated positive things about the Xandorian queen for the most part.

It seemed like Reiya had pulled off her charms once again, as even Tawon joined in with the praise, to his surprise.

A/N: Oh, the drama!  

What did Thranduil find out about the Red Queen, I wonder?

Up until the next one! ;)

Chapter Text

- At Mirkwood –

The gala concluded on a positive note, and most of the attendees left the event on high spirits. Nevertheless, reality settled in soon after, and everybody in the Woodland Realm resumed their activities on the following days.

Thranduil and Reiya were not scheduled to meet that week in particular since they had to fulfill royal duties concerning their own realms at the time. Nevertheless, the Elvenking deemed the occasion appropriate to pursue an endeavor of a different nature.

Thranduil finished writing something down on a parchment while sitting at his desk that morning.

He then folded the document and closed it with a string.

“Galion.”

“Yes, your highness?” The king’s head butler stepped in.

“Deliver this scroll to Queen Reiya, and bring the document back to me with her response.” Thranduil instructed in a nonchalant manner while handling the parchment over to him. 

Galion was slightly confused as to why the king did not summon the female monarch in person to discuss any matters of urgency that may have arisen. Nonetheless, he chose not to intrude in the royals’ affairs and followed his orders accordingly.

“Yes, my lord! I will fulfill the task promptly.” He responded as he took the scroll from the king.

…

Reiya was also in her guest office at the time. 

The Xandorian queen was sitting at her desk, inspecting multiple documents that had just arrived for her a couple of minutes ago. Her attention was drawn to the door, however, when another elleth entered the room.

“Urien.” Reiya acknowledged her childhood friend with a smile.

“My lady.” The seneschal smiled back as she approached the queen. “I took Toby for a walk and returned him to your chambers, just like you requested.”

“I appreciate your help with that and everything else, friend. This week turned out to be more hectic than I expected.” The queen admitted.

“No worries at all. Eldrec and I are more than happy to assist you in any way that we can.” Urien stated in a reassuring manner.

Reiya nodded in gratitude.

The seneschal then directed her attention to the newly added stack of documents on Reiya’s desk.

“Did you get more correspondence while I was gone?” Urien inquired.

“Yes.” Reiya confirmed in a resigned manner. “The placement of Xandorian trade posts throughout Middle-earth will require multiple preventive measures so we can properly undertake commercial banters without revealing our realm's existence.” The queen explained. “I have been exchanging communications with my security advisors more often for that one purpose. That is the reason why my correspondence has piled up as of late.”

“I see… Have you asked Eldrec for assistance with such matters?” Urien inquired.

“I did, actually.” The queen confirmed. “Eldrec kindly offered to help manage our troops at this time, and he will make sure that our security measures are put in place when he makes his way back to Xandor. Nonetheless, there is still much planning to do before our trade posts open to the public. That is what I am working on at this time.”

Urien nodded in understanding.

The two ellith shifted their conversation to other trivial matters. However, the Commander of the Xandorian Queen’s Guard made her way into Reiya’s office right that instant.

“My queen, Lady Urien, apologies for the sudden interruption.” Zila stated as she bowed to the two ellith. “I’ve come to deliver a correspondence from King Thranduil, your majesty.”

Urien’s gentle expression turned one of wonder, and Reiya remained quiet for a few seconds before she spoke.

“King Thranduil emitted a correspondence for me, you say?” She reiterated, looking visibly confused by the notion.

“Yes, my lady.” Zila reconfirmed. “The Elvenking is requesting that you provide an answer in writing on the document as well.” She explained. “Galion awaits at the door. He should take the scroll with your response back to the Lord of Mirkwood, as we speak.”

Reiya raised an eyebrow at the unforeseen notice.

That was strange... Why would Thranduil forward a communication and require a response in such a manner, and he could just summon her?

Figuring she had no other way to read into further the king’s intentions, Reiya proceeded with the task.

“Very well. Thank you for the notice, commander. I will review the king’s correspondence and proceed accordingly.” She stated. “Tell Galion his is more than welcome to wait for the scroll in the lobby.” She stated.

“Understood, my lady.”

With that, Zila handed over the scroll to Reiya, who remained seated at her desk.

The commander then bowed  and made her way out of the office as Reiya proceeded to open the parchment.

The queen’s face gradually turned to one of confusion as she read throughout the contents of the document.

“What?....” Reiya murmured to herself.

“Did something happen?” Urien inquired as she looked at her friend in a worried manner.

“No, nothing of concern has transpired, friend.” Reiya reassured the Xandorian seneschal with a light smile, then her expression became puzzled once again. “It’s just that this is quite an unusual request from the Elvenking. He is extending an invitation for dinner, it seems." She stated with a contemplative tone as she kept reading the document.

“Oh.” Urien responded, looking slightly surprised by the revelation.

“What is this about? I am pretty sure the king and I were not scheduled to meet this week.” Reiya stated as she rechecked the shared itinerary document that Thranduil handed to her in the weeks prior.

“Interesting. Were other nobles invited to this dinner as well?” She inquired with a curious expression.

Reiya shifted her attention back to the document and finished reading its contents before she provided confirmation.

“No. It seems like I would be the only guest in attendance, per his notes." The queen pointed out in a contemplative manner.

“Hmm… I see.” Urien responded with a light, teasing smile.

The Xandorian seneschal walked to the shelf where her friend kept her neglected marriage proposals and proceeded to help organize them. Reiya, however, was oblivious to the gesture, as her attention remained on the correspondence at hand.

“Did the king state the purpose for this private dinner invitation, if I may ask?” Urien inquired in a more casual manner as she began ordering the parchments on the shelf.

“Not really. This must be related to one of his many schemes no doubt.” The queen pointed out with a suspicious expression.

Urien let out a small chuckle following the statement. “Right.” She merely responded.

Reiya placed her hand on her temple and sighed.

Urien shifted her attention to her and raised an eyebrow at the gesture.

“Is everything alright, friend?” She asked.

“Yes, everything is fine.” Reiya responded in a reassuring manner. “It’s just that... well, I was hoping to keep my interactions with Lord Thranduil strictly duty-related, you know?" She pointed out.

"Oh yes? Why is that?" The seneschal inquired.

Reiya let out a brief sight before she explained herself.

"The king and I have made good progress with our intelligence-sharing, but we’ve had our fair share of differences throughout our collaborations as well. Thus, I’m afraid this private gathering might fuel those disagreements even further if things go sour.” The Lady of Fire remarked in a contemplative manner.

"I see…” Urien stated with a smile as she went to sit down at one of the seats in front of the queen’s desk. “I get your concerns, Reiya. Nonetheless, it is still your choice to pursue this endeavor or not, isn’t it?” Urien pointed out in an encouraging manner.

Reiya’s expression softened slightly as she looked at her friend.

“If you deem Lord Thranduil’s invitation unsuitable for any particular reason, you can decline it. After all, you hold both the freedom and power to act per your own principles as an elf-ruler.” Urien remarked. “The king knows this. Hence, that is the reason he is asking in the first place, isn’t he?” She pointed out.

Reiya pondered her friend’s words for a brief moment.

“You are right as usual, friend.” She stated.

The Xandorian seneschal smiled lightly before she proceeded to speak.

“Well, I guess that leaves us with the pivotal question, your majesty.” Urien remarked. “Will you accept King Thranduil’s dinner invitation, or would you rather not?” She reiterated. “You are free to do what feels right for you, without any judgments.” The seneschal pointed out.

Reiya placed a hand on her chin and looked down on the table with a contemplative expression.

It was true that she’d had her differences with Thranduil throughout their work together. Nevertheless, she could not deny the fact that the king had been a very accommodating host for her and her people thus far, despite his dry temperament.

Moreover, Thranduil had abided by her conditions up until that moment. Thus, she couldn’t properly justify declining the invitation due to any faults on his part, to be honest. 

Besides, if the king was skimming something—which was the case most likely—she would rather take advantage of the occasion and find out what that was early on rather than to bring such suspicions into their intelligence meetings and shared duties.

Realizing she had already made up her mind on the whole ordeal, Reiya sighed again, then voiced her decision.

“Very well… For the sake of diplomacy, I will accept his invitation.” She left it at that.

Urien smiled lightly following her friends’ statement. “Understood.”

Following that lead, Reiya proceeded to write down her response on the parchment, then she personally handed the scroll back to Galion, as requested.

Once she made her way back to the office, the Xandorian seneschal engaged her in conversation once again.

"Would you like me or your maidens to help you pick a dress for tonight?” Urien asked with a slight hint of enthusiasm that the queen couldn’t quite place. 

“No, I shall be fine.” Reiya assured her. “Given the short notice of King Thranduil’s invitation, I assume the dinner will be more informal in tone. Thus, I will take a bath after I am done with my work here and wear one of my royal lounge dresses for the night.” She explained.

“Understood. Sounds like a plan, then.” Urien responded as her smile remained unchanged.

“It does indeed.” Reiya corroborated the statement with a more deflated tone.

...

A few minutes later, Galion returned to the royal office and handed the scroll back to the king.

“Do not retreat just yet.” Thranduil stated before he opened the document.

A smug smile was drawn on his face when he went over Reiya’s response. The gesture did not go unnoticed by Galion, who peaked at the king in a discrete manner.

Soon after, Thranduil’s expression became impassive once again, and he proceeded to voice his next orders.

“Galion, tell the servants of the palace to arrange my private dining hall for tonight. Queen Reiya and I are scheduled to have dinner there at eight." He stated. “We are to discuss matters of the highest priority without interruptions, excepting the times the food will be served or any instances when emergencies might surface. Is that understood?” He remarked.

Galion was a bit surprised by the king’s request, as Thranduil very rarely managed official matters with guests over dinner, regardless of their station. Nevertheless, he did not question the king’s motives, as it was his custom, and nodded his head in acknowledgement.

“I will personally select a meal course for the occasion with the royal cooks and will keep you posted with any further instructions up until that time. You may go.” Thranduil remarked.

“Yes, my lord!”

Galion bowed to the king and exited his office to attend to the task right away.

…

--Later on that day--

As instructed, Galion escorted Reiya and her Queen's Guard to the dining hall in question a few minutes prior to the scheduled time. Once they reached the door, Reiya was told that the king would meet her inside. 

Thus, Zila and the rest of the Xandorian Spear-maidens remained outside with the Mirkwood royal guards, and Reiya proceeded to enter the chamber on her own.

The Lady of Fire made her way across a series of lighted corridors before she arrived at the main room.

Thranduil's private dining hall consisted of a large rectangular chamber that had a table and two velvet chairs placed near the bottom wall. The king must have personally selected the table set for the occasion, given the stylish materials that make up for it.

The room also contained ceiling oil lamps; ornate lancet windows and tapestries with the sigil of the Mirkwood royal household; a glass cabinet displaying rare crafted objects on one of the side walls; and two additional exits that led into the kitchens, she assumed.

The dining hall was much larger than Reiya expected, considering the area had been intended to serve as one of the king's private spaces.

Speaking about the king, Thranduil was nowhere to be seen.

Reiya took a closer look around to no avail and figured the fellow monarch must have momentarily left the hall and would be back at some point.

Thus, she went to check the rare crafted objects displayed in the glass cabinet as she awaited the king’s arrival. Nonetheless, she stopped dead in her tracks when something disrupted her ongoing deliberations. 

“You are quite the wanderer, aren't you?" A deep, silken voice resonated in the hall.

Stunned by the sudden sound, Reiya turned in the direction the familiar voice had seemingly come from.

Once her focus was sharpened, the Lady of Fire looked into one of the darkest corners of the room.

To her surprise, there lied another chair that had gone completely unnoticed by her, it seemed.

Long masculine legs remained crossed, and large hands lingered at the sides of the ornate chair as sharp blue eyes glanced back at her with some degree of amusement. A smug smile was drawn on the culprit’s face. 

Reiya widened her eyes at the realization.

Had the king been there all along?

The thought of Thranduil watching her in complete silence as she remained oblivious to his presence was unsettling.

Reiya had inspected the room twice, and she’d swear she did not see a single thing on that one spot before. But then again, Thranduil was the culprit in quesation.

As mighty and ethereal as he was, the Elvenking had a tendency of completely concealing his presence, which she had not quite figured out just yet. Hence, he had taken advantage of that to stun her on purpose, she assumed. 

Reiya reminded herself to watch out for that next time. 

She was taken out of her thoughts when the fellow monarch continued to talk. 

“It feels like it’s been ages since you and I last spoke, Red Queen.” Thranduil stated as he stood up from the chair and emerged from the shadows.

He was wearing his signature carmine velvet robe and dark silver tunic at the time.

Reiya recomposed herself rather quickly and adopted her royal posture before she joined the conversation.

“As far as I recall, it’s only been one week since our last conversation, my lord.” She stated objectively.

“So I am aware.” Thranduil responded as he walked towards her. “I was wondering where you’ve been nonetheless. You went completely unseen since the night of the gala, looks like." He remarked.

“I told you I would be quite busy this week, didn’t I?” Reiya responded matter-of-factly.

“You did indeed, yet, I was not expecting your absence to persist this long, truthfully.” Thranduil stated as he stood in front of her.

“I must say, I did not think my absence would gain much notice, given that you were quite occupied yourself?” Reiya remarked.

“I was, but then again, listening to you attempting to contradict my points has become a bit of a habit, I admit.” Thranduil responded in a sardonic manner.

Reiya let out a pretentious chuckle following his comment. “Right.” She merely responded.

“On a different note, I was able to fulfill most of my royal commitments booked for this week. Were you able to manage yours as well?” Thranduil inquired as he began making his way to the dining table.

“I did.” Reiya confirmed.

“Very well, it seems like we both have plenty to talk about, then.” The king stated. “Would you care to enlighten me?”

Following his statement, Thranduil dragged one of the velvet chairs backwards and gestured for the female monarch to join him.

Reiya followed suit and went to sit with him at the table as the king held the chair for her.

Having performed his accustomed chivalry act for the night, Thranduil sat across from her in Elvenking fashion.

Reiya glanced at him in a discreet manner as she kept pondering what sort of scheme the Lord of Mirkwood was pursuing that time around.

Nevertheless, Thranduil kept his cool as he proceeded with the dinner customs. He rang a bell that was placed at a small bench beside him in order to summon the servants from the kitchens.

Soon after, food was brought to the table. 

The main dish for the night was fairly simple but tasteful, consisting of chicken brochettes, sauteed potatoes, and avocado salad.

As it was his habit, Thranduil ordered a bottle of wine and a goblet to go along with it. Reiya, on the other hand, settled for a glass of water since she wished to keep a clear mind throughout the whole ordeal.

Once the servants finished the task and retrieved from the area, the two monarchs proceeded to discuss affairs of their realms as they ate their dinner in royal fashion.

“Placing Xandorian trade posts throughout Middle-earth, you say?” Thranduil stated.

“Yes. We are already in the last preparation phase before we begin operations.” Reiya explained.

“I see. Do you presently have a catalog of trade goods that you can share with me?” The king inquired with some degree of interest.

“Yes, we do.” Reiya confirmed with an intrigued expression of her own, as she was not expecting the fellow monarch to be enthralled by such matters.

"Very well. You can include Mirkwood into your list of potential trading partners, then. We might be keen on importing some of the Xandorian products to be offered.” Thranduil left it at that as he continued eating his meal.

Reiya was slightly surprised by the king’s statement.

It was true that the two of them had worked together for a little while now, and they were somewhat familiar with the commerce protocols from their peer realms. Nevertheless, she and Thranduil had not treated with one another as monarchs for that long per the standards of their race. Moreover, she assumed the king would be much more selective in his pursuit of trading partners.

But then again, Mirkwood was regarded as the Elvish nation with the largest trading network in Middle-earth at the time, despite the distrusting nature of the Wood-elves and Thranduil’s own insular demeanor. Following that lead, perhaps the Elvenking just foresaw a potential opportunity to continue growing the economy of his realm, just like she did hers.

Hence, Reiya disregarded the major implications behind such a notion, and she took Thranduil’s statement as a mere commerce proposition.

“Understood. We could review the catalog of trade goods from both realms and discuss potential investment opportunities at one of our scheduled meetings, if you see it fit.” The Xandorian queen suggested.

“Yes, that sounds feasible.” Thranduil responded, gesturing agreement.

And so, the two monarchs continued discussing governing matters until they properly finished eating the main dish.

Thranduil rang the bell at the bench beside him once again, and the servants proceeded to bring refreshments for the subsequent meal course. They removed the used dishes from the table and placed other plates with food before retreating into the kitchens.

Reiya widened her eyes slightly when she realized the dessert placed at the dining table was, in fact, the Strawberry Delight cake that she had tried for the first time at the gala event. The presentation was slightly different though, since the cake was now sliced in medium-sized squared pieces.

Thranduil—who had purposefully requested that one dessert in particular—glanced at the Xandorian queen with interest as he remained silent.

Reiya, being completely oblivious to the the king’s gesture, went to have a taste of the flavorful treat once again.

Hence, she discreetly took a cake square, then another, before she proceeded to take small bites in delicate fashion.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the peculiar sight.

‘She likes pastries that much, huh?’ The king thought as he proceeded to pour more wine into his goblet.

It seemed like he was not the only elf-ruler with distinct indulgences after all.

A/N: I know, it’s been a while lol

Hi everybody!

Apologies for taking so long to post this set of chapters. I was out of town for a bit, and the end / beginning of the year always gets hectic with work and family commitments.

In any case, do know that I am still continuing this story, even if it takes me a bit longer to post from time to time. That being said, I highly appreciate your ongoing support and those of you who reached out! :)

Now, onto the story:

We have a bit of a ‘pseudo date’ going for Thranduil and Reiya here ;)

The subsequent portion of this encounter is going to be a rollercoaster, so brace yourselves! lol

Part 2 is posted as we speak. Enjoy!

Chapter Text

- At Mirkwood –

Thranduil continued studying the elleth before him in silence, as she took gentle bites from the second cake square at the time.

Reiya seemed pretty relaxed at that particular moment. Hence, perhaps it was time for him to address the little thorns he had found out about her prior to the Xandorians' arrival. 

Thranduil was well aware that he was about to push the queen's buttons to an extent he hadn’t before. Nonetheless, he highly doubted another opportunity would present itself to bring up the subject any time soon.

Having made up his mind, he took another sip of wine and patiently waited until the female monarch finished her dessert before he proceeded to speak.

“Lady Reiya, you’ve had the opportunity to travel many places, haven’t you?” Thranduil asked in a casual manner.

The Xandorian queen raised an eyebrow at the statement, given that the king had never asked about her travels in the past, but she provided an answer regardless. 

“I wouldn’t say I have been to every single location in Middle-earth just yet, but you are correct. My expeditions have led me to all sorts of places on this continent.” She left it at that.

“Right. I assume you are familiar with these, then?”

Following the inquiry, Thranduil took a small ornate box from the bench at his side, and he placed it at the center of the dining table.

Reiya took a closer look at the item for a few seconds before she proceeded to speak.

“I believe I may have seen several of those before... Is that a deck of cards? The ones often used by men for playing table games?” She inquired.

“You guessed accurately, as expected, for someone who has seen much of the world.” Thranduil confirmed. “King Bard of Dale gifted this deck to me as a token of appreciation following our latest treaty.” He pointed out as he took the cards out of the ornate box.

Reiya’s expression remained unchanged while she kept listening to the fellow monarch in wonder. 

“I admit I do not find much entertainment in these, as traditional strategy board games suit my preferences better. Nevertheless, these cards will come in handy at this time, since you were nicknamed after two of them, it seems.” Thranduil pointed out.

‘What?’ Reiya’s expression turned to one of confusion, as she had no idea what the fellow monarch was talking about at the time.

Taking the hint, Thranduil took two cards from the deck and placed them at the center of the table face-down.

He then turned one of the two cards around as he revealed the first label in question.

“Queen of Spades.” He quoted. “The last term is often translated as ‘swords’ in the tongues of men, as far as I remember. Thus, it looks like the label was intended to praise your combat skills on the battlefield, my lady. Quite suitable, if you’d ask me, given that you preside as a warrior queen with many accomplishments in that regard.” 

Reiya raised an eyebrow at the king's unforeseen compliment, figuring that was not the main purpose behind his remarks.

“The second one, however, caught my attention the most due to its more prosaic nature.” Thranduil pointed out.

He then turned the other card around and revealed the subsequent name in question.

“Queen of Hearts.”

Reiya was at a loss for words once again, as she had no idea what that entitled.

Thus, Thranduil proceeded to explain the meaning behind that one label as well.

“Word has it that you entice the hearts of your suitors, then you disappear without an explanation, leaving them to rot in distress and wonder. It looks like your reputation as a heartbreaker precedes you, Red Queen.” Thranduil remarked in a sardonic manner.

Reiya tensed as the king continued to speak. 

“This is quite the surprising discovery, I should add, as I did not expect a devoted elf-ruler such as yourself to be perceived as fickle in any way or form.” Thranduil remarked matter-of-factly.

The Lady of Fire looked down at the table with conflicted expression following the statement.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself in that regard, your majesty?” The king inquired as he continued observing her closely.

Reiya remained silent for a few seconds before she voiced her answer.

“Merely exaggerated rumors.” The queen responded quietly before she took a sip of water.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at her in wonder.

Reiya did not deny the speculations, but she deflected them instead?

That was certainly not the sort of response he was expecting from the female monarch, knowing quite well how argumentative she could be.

Thus, Thranduil continued steering the matter in the most subtle of ways to see if he could get anything else out of her.

“You didn’t know those things were being spread about you, I see." The king stated with a tone of irony as he removed the two cards from the dining table and put the deck back into the small box.

Reiya remained silent following his remark, however. 

Thranduil quickly realized he would not get anywhere with the queen through mere subtleties. Thus, he opted to question her ongoing silence instead. 

“Is this topic causing any discomfort, my lady?” The king inquired. “I could always divert from it, if that is what you wish.”

“That is not it.” Reiya responded with a firm tone as she shifted her attention back to him.

“What is it, then?” Thranduil inquired.

“I guess I am slightly surprised by your questioning concerning such matters.” Reiya admitted. “I did not expect mundane talks of that sort to peak your interest in this manner. I would’ve assumed rumors of that nature were beneath you?" The queen remarked with a hint of bitterness in her voice.

“Oh, they are; trust me.” Thranduil responded with a presumptuous voice, completely ignoring the criticism in her statement. “This is the issue though, my lady.”

The king leaned slightly forward on the table as he proceeded to make his case.

“You previously stated that this collaboration of ours would require us working more closely with one another, and I was quite lenient accepting all of your conditions for it, I should add. Yet, I do not really know you, and it is not like I have much to go from, as you know.” Thranduil argued with a sardonic tone. 

“Well, if you were so keen on learning more about me, why didn’t you just ask me about such things before turning to rumors?” Reiya stated as she confronted the king further.

“That is precisely what I am doing right now, am I not?” Thranduil responded, pointing to the fact that he had indeed chosen to discuss the rumors with the female monarch privately for such a purpose.

Reiya rolled her eyes and shook her eyes slightly at the king’s childish justification.

Thranduil, however, disregarded the gesture once again and kept pressing the matter even further.

“So, do you intend to continue this heartbreaking trend of yours with Lord Galdor of the Havens, or perhaps ours truly, Lord Cevan, given that he was so looking forward to dancing with you at the gala?” He asked in a casual manner as he leaned back into his chair and crossed his legs in Elvenking fashion. “Looks like you are already working your wonders on the two of them, judging by the way they revere your presence.” He added with a sarcastic tone.

Reiya’s reframed expression turned to one of annoyance following the king’s statement. She leaned into the table herself that time around before she voiced her answer.

“Actually, why don’t you tell me yourself, King Thranduil? It looks like you have me all figured out in such regards, don’t you?” Reiya pointed out with a sarcastic tone of her own. “What do you think I am going to do about Lords Galdor and Cevan, if I may ask?”

Thranduil raised an eyebrow as he was not expecting the queen to turn the matter back on him. Thus, he pondered the question for a few seconds before he proceeded to speak.

“Well, I cannot read your mind nor state your motives for engaging in such tendencies.” He responded in a genuine manner. “That is your own matter to work through, after all.” He remarked.

“Exactly.” Reiya responded matter-of-factly as she leaned back into her chair and finished drinking her glass of water.

Thranduil remained speechless for a few seconds following her response. However, he let out a low chuckle soon after and looked down at the table, as he realized what the queen had done there.

In her own not-so-subtle ways, Reiya had reaffirmed that the matter at hand was none of his business, and she was not obligated to answer any questions beyond the boundary she had just established for him.

Touché. It looked like the queen savvy with words was back to her usual self.

“I guess that settles it then.” Reiya stated as she placed the empty glass back on the table. “Thank you for the food, my lord. It was pleasing.” She remarked out of courtesy, even though her demeanor seemed more distant at that moment. 

Thranduil’s expression became impassive once again as he realized the queen was about to leave.

He would have preferred that the two of them discuss other issues further, but the Lady of Fire had enough arguing for one night, it seemed. Hence, the remaining issues would have to wait for another day.

Reiya was about to apologize and call it a night, just like Thranduil foresaw, but her semblance changed abruptly when something else in the hall caught her attention.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at her and turned his face in the same direction that she was looking at. Judging from his impressions, it seemed like one of the items in the glass cabinet had raised the queen’s interest.

Thus, Reiya shifted her attention back to him before she spoke. 

“Can I?” She inquired, requesting his permission to go take a closer look.

Thranduil nodded and followed her with his gaze as she walked towards the intended spot in front of the glass cabinet. He rose to his feet as well and went to stand beside the queen as she remained immersed in her contemplations.

“Where was this weapon crafted? I do not believe I have seen anything quite like it before." Reiya asked, looking at the item in front of her closely.

The weapon in question consisted of a slightly curved dagger that contained a gold-coated handle with encrusted jewels and vine-shaped carvings on the metal surface of the edge. Truthfully, the dagger was highly aesthetic, even by Elvish standards.

Thranduil opened the glass lid and took the blade from the shelf before he proceeded to answer her.  

“This is a dagger from the old kingdom of Doriath.” He pointed out as he held the blade. “I got this at the time I was living with my father in Menegroth. Dwarves used to help elves craft weapons back then, resulting in visually stylish weaponry.” The king explained as he slid a finger across the dagger’s handle.

“I see… The cut must also be of the highest quality to have endured this long.” Reiya stated as she stepped closer to him in order to take a better look.

“Yes.” Thranduil corroborated, being quite aware of the queen’s proximity. “Such collaborations between elves and dwarves no longer exist, as you know. Hence, very few weapons remain from that time, which makes this dagger one of its kind.” The king remarked.

“Extraordinary…” Reiya stated as she lifted her hand slightly, seemingly wishing to inspect the blade herself.

Thranduil was partially surprised by the sudden action on her part, but not entirely, in a manner of speaking.

Judging from his previous observations, Reiya usually kept a respectful distance from people when engaging in formal exchanges. Nevertheless, the queen seemed to have a tendency to stand in closer proximity whenever her curiosity got the best of her—like a youthful elleth entangled in some sort of dream-like trance.

Consistency with that notion, Reiya had deliberately stood closer to him as her mind wondered.

So close... And yet, her attention was completely fixed on that lavish dagger and not on him by any means.

He didn’t like it.

Thranduil pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes slightly at the elleth before him, as she remained oblivious to his deliberations. 

Thus, when Reiya’s hand was merely inches away from the dagger, he removed the item from her sight and folded his arms behind his back.

She looked up at him with a confused expression following the action.

Thranduil glanced down at her with a smug smile, seemingly pleased with himself for redirecting her attention back to him.

“I allowed for a closer look, but I never said you could touch, did I?” He stated with a sardonic tone, referring to the dagger, respectively.

Reiya glanced at him for a few seconds with a stunned expression, but she recomposed herself promptly and adopted her queenly stance once again.

“Right.” The lady of fire responded.

She then turned around and proceeded to glance at the other items that were on display in the glass cabinet.

Thranduil put the dagger back on the shelf and closed the lid at that moment as well.

“King Thranduil, I have a question regarding something that you said back when we were at Imladris.”

He raised an eyebrow at her in wonder.

“If I remember correctly, you asked if I would be either an asset or a problem in this war. Hence, there goes my question as well.” Reiya pointed out. “If I end up becoming a problem at any point throughout this conflict, what are you going to do about it?” She asked calmly, while her attention remained on the rare artifacts. 

Thranduil’s expression turned to one of confusion as she the queen continued to speak.

“Will you seize me? Throw me into your dungeons? Put me to the sword, perhaps?” Reiya stated, gesturing a light taunting smile in his direction.

Thranduil remained silent for a few seconds as he pondered her question.

That was strange... Why in Arda would she ask such a thing?

Thranduil’s expression gradually turned to one of suspicion when he realized the Lady of Fire was resorting to another of her tendencies yet—making casual conversation when she was actually fishing for something else.

Truthfully, he had not contemplated any particular measures to deal with Reiya if she were to become a threat at any point, given that he had been much too occupied fulfilling shared intelligence tasks with the queen herself.

Nonetheless, he chose to play along and voiced his response with that in mind.

“Did you believe I would just reveal my countermeasures to subdue you without weighing consequences?” Thranduil remarked with a sardonic tone as he stood in place.

“Not really, but I was hoping to get a hint, at the very least.” Reiya remarked with a sardonic tone.

“For what, exactly? Dissuading me from my course?” Thranduil responded as he narrowed his sight on her.

“Not entirely. You can do as you please. You are a king, after all.” Reiya remarked, turning her face forward. “Nevertheless," She stopped walking all of a sudden. “That will not spare you from consequences.” The Lady of Fire remarked with a more menacing tone as she completely wheeled around in his direction and her eyes turned glimmering scarlet.

Thranduil was startled at the sight when he realized Reiya went into her Krisha form without notice.

"Úr Coron! (Fire Sphere!)" The Xandorian queen chanted with a low tone as she performed a set of hand gestures.

Right that instant, a fire orb materialized over Reiya’s hand, and she directed the orb towards the king as she controlled the trajectory with her fingers.

The flame began circling Thranduil’s body in a paced manner as he remained in place.

He was initially stunned by the unforeseen action on the queen's part; yet, his expression quickly turned into a glare before he proceeded to speak.

“Do you always have to unleash your Krisha power every time I say something upsetting to you, Red Queen?” Thranduil inquired in a cold manner.

“Upsetting?” Reiya remarked with a raised eyebrow before she let out a low chuckle. “You misunderstand my intention, Elvenking.” She stated with a taunting smile once again, as her eyes radiated the scarlet glow.

“What is your intention, then?” Thranduil asked with a dry tone as he began walking towards her at a firm pace, in spite of the fire orb that kept circling around his body.

“You said to me you could 'handle the flames' back at Imladris, as I recall. Thus, I am merely seeing if your statement holds true.” Reiya responded matter-of-factly.

“So you are testing me, huh?” Thranduil responded in a sardonic manner.

He had no idea what had gotten into the Lady of Fire all of a sudden, but he highly doubted she would claim his life and break the coalition between their realms at that moment, since that would hinder her own war efforts as well.

She wouldn’t be that foolish.

Nonetheless, the question still remained. Why was she ramping?

“Are you not afraid of me, Lord of Mirkwood?” Reiya remarked with a raised eyebrow as the king continued walking towards her, despite the fire orb surrounding him. 

“Is that what this is about? Do you wish for me to fear you?” Thranduil stated with a commanding tone as he stood in front of her.

The fire orb then began circling them both as Reiya adjusted the trajectory with her hand movements. 

“You should beware of me.” The queen stated with a menacing tone while glaring at him.

She flipped her fingers right that instant, and the fire orb split in three separate fractions as they spun around them much faster.

“You have no idea what I am capable of!” She flipped her fingers again, and the three fire orbs split in five that time around. “A fact that you seem to forget often these days.” The queen remarked with a firm tone as she flipped her fingers yet again, and the fire orbs split in eight.

Thranduil, however, ignored the visceral gesture altogether and frowned at the female monarch as he lowered his face in front of hers rather abruptly.

“Tell me, then!” The king stated with an imposing tone. “What is it that you are capable of?” He asked in a defiant manner. 

Reiya widened her eyes slightly at the king’s reaction. Was he truly... not afraid of her?

Making notice of her sudden stillness, Thranduil pressed the matter. 

"Speak your thoughts! Why should I be afraid of you?” The king reiterated as his piercing gaze never left hers. 

Reiya kept silent for a few seconds, and her surprised expression remained unchanged.

It looked like she was about to say something at one point; however, she seemingly changed her mind at the last second, and her features turned neutral once again.

Thus, the Xandorian queen snapped her fingers, and the fire orbs dissipated from sight. The scarlet glow vanished from her eyes right that instant, as well. She then turned around and continued observing the items on display in the glass cabinet as she kept walking forward.

“Seems like you were not bluffing after all.” Reiya remarked in a casual manner, referring to his claim about the flames. 

Thranduil was slightly startled by her sudden change in demeanor once again, but he continued the conversation regardless.

“I never bluff.” He merely responded.

The king stood still for a few seconds as he pondered everything that had just taken place at that moment. 

To put it simply, Reiya performed one of her more vicious fire spells to date, and he had walked right into it—like a fool.

He took her little act as mere spectacle in order to get a point across—whatever that was. However, the whole ordeal had certainly served as a reminder that he was playing with fire when treating with this elf-queen—both subjectively and literally.

The fact that Reiya could tune into that Krisha power of hers so quickly was still unsettling.

Anyhow, Thranduil was brought out of his thoughts when the queen continued to speak.

“You still have not answered my question.” She stated.

“What question?” Thranduil responded in an aloof manner, as he began following her once again.

“You know what I speak of.” Reiya remarked, being quite aware that the king was playing the clueless listener at that point.

She reached the end of the glass cabinet and turned around to face him up front.

“If I become a problem, what are you going to do about it, Elvenking?” The Lady of Fire repeated herself as she looked up at him firmly.

Thranduil cornered her against the wall that intercepted the edge of the glass cabinet—like a wolf surrounding his prey.

Her smaller frame lingered in the shadow of his impressive height, as her expression remained resolute.

Thranduil's piercing blue eyes probed every inch of her being, in spite of the defiant act she just pulled.

Once again, he found himself being lured by the sight of her.

Her vivid red hair and porcelain smooth skin; the infinite pools of her bright green eyes; the feminine curves that distinguished her accentuated figure; the delicate trail of her neck, and those full lips of hers, begging to be captured—tempting him into sinful thought.

Every single instinct in his body was telling him to claim those lips for himself. Indulge the mischievous impulse; have a taste of that which was forbidden; satiate the hunger this elf-queen had damned him with, for once and for all.

Thranduil’s body moved on its own accord as he began nearing his lips towards hers in an unrushed manner.

Reiya widened her eyes slightly and parted her own lips in wonder as his face got closer and closer to hers, and his powerful gaze kept her still.

His lips were almost reaching their desired destination; however, the king suddenly stopped himself, and his expression became erratic, when an unexpected thought got a hold of his mind right that instant.

It was the seventh term on that accursed contract, stating that she would end their collaboration effective immediately if he stood out of bonds.

Thranduil groaned, and he looked at the floor with a frustrated expression, as the notion made him feel something that he rarely experienced with ellith he’d shared intimate moments in the past—hesitation.

Reiya was visibly confused by his sudden change in demeanor. However, her lips gradually curved into a sly smile, as she seemingly understood what was going through the king’s mind at the time.

Thranduil was starting to realize the extent of the power play she had pulled on him, no doubt.

‘Dammit.’ The Lord of Mirkwood thought to himself as his mind remained conflicted.

“Is something the matter, Elvenking? I am still waiting for your answer.” Reiya stated as she looked at him with a light taunting smile, in spite of his close proximity.

Thranduil raised his face to look back at her rather abruptly and narrowed his eyes following the statement.

Seriously?

Not only was she aware of the grasp she had imposed on him with that one contract, but she was rubbing it in his face as well?

That vexatious elleth... Always having her way with words and the sort.

He’d had enough of that for one night. Thus, he would show the Red Queen that neither her words nor her actions were devoid of consequences as well, even if their collaboration was at stake.

If she wanted an answer so badly, then he would give her a fitting one.

Following that lead, Thranduil’s expression became impassive once again, and he straightened his stance while keeping his gaze on her.

Reiya’s features tempered down as well, as she awaited the king’s response.

“What would I do if you were to become a problem, you ask… Well, the alternatives are endless, all things considered.” Thranduil stated as a smug smile was drawn on his face.

Reiya raised an eyebrow at his statement.

“I always opt to eradicate threats rapidly. With you though, I would take my precious time.” Thranduil remarked.

He then rested his left hand on the wall close to the queen's waist and lowered his face in front of hers as he continued to speak.

"Perhaps I might be able to uncover the elleth hiding underneath that collected exterior you so like showing to the world.” The king stated as his piercing gaze shook her very core.

Reiya's eyes widened when Thranduil got even closer.

He angled himself to the side of her face and neared his lips to her skin without making contact.

“Find out what drives you." The king murmured into her cheek with his deep, silken voice as she felt his warm breath grazing her heated skin. “Unfold what makes you tickle,” He remarked with a lower tone as he moved lips down to the side of her neck.

Reiya’s lips parted, and her breathing quickened slightly as her chest rose in a ragged manner.

Thranduil smirked, seemingly pleased with himself for uncovering what appeared to be one of the queen’s tender spots. He then moved his lips a bit higher on the side of her face.

“Learn what makes you crumble.” The king whispered into her ear as the queen’s eyelids closed halfway.

In a waking moment, Reiya seemed to have come to her senses for a few seconds, but Thranduil kept his proximity regardless.

He moved his face back in front of hers once again, and both their lips were now a few inches apart.

“That would be quite the treat, wouldn’t it? Seeing you let go for once as you get swayed by your most primal instincts.” The king remarked with his silken voice as his eyes probed down at her body in a feral manner.

Reiya’s breathing became slightly ragged under his scrutinous gaze yet again. However, she managed to gesture a forced glare at Thranduil in the midst of all of his attentions.

Having contemplated her curves to satisfaction, the king shifted his attention back to the female monarch’s face and smirked at her, as she was clearly attempting to fight the edge he was having on her. 

“Struggling to keep me at bay, aren't you?” The king stated, pointing to that one fact. “I would love to see you dare try your little gimmicks on me, as you do with the rest of them.” Thranduil remarked with a low, firm tone, referring to the queen’s suitors, respectively.

Reiya pursed her lips in response.

He looked deep into her eyes and then down to her jaw as his instincts kept begging him to act. Nonetheless, his mind was now lucid enough not to let such impulses take over.

In any case, a side of him did wonder if she would ever let him go for it. Capture those full lips of hers into the blissful kiss he had craved so badly that night.

If he could only lower her defenses just a tiny bit more...

“Is that going to be your answer, then?”

Thranduil was brought out of his contemplations at the sound of the female voice.

He directed his attention back to the queen’s face, only to find that Reiya was back to her more collected and distant self.

“Very well, I will make sure to remember it.” The female monarch added.

She then slipped away from his cornered grasp and walked to the dining table in a relaxed manner.

Thranduil was staggered by the way she had fully bounced back from such a heated moment, but his expression became impassive rather quickly as he withheld a sardonic chuckle.

‘Of course, it wouldn’t be so easy with her. Nothing involving the Lady of Fire ever is.’ He thought to himself as he pondered the previous notion.

“We have carried this conversation long enough, and it is late, my lord. I should head back.” Reiya stated.

Thranduil was as bit deflated by her statement, as he had hoped their little banter would continue a bit longer. Yet, he did not object since he knew the queen was right, for once. 

“I assume this is the last time you are ever inviting me to dinner, considering that I almost burned down your dining hall over an argument and all?” Reiya inquired with a sly taunting smile as she carefully folded the cloth napkins on the table.

“On the contrary.”

She shifted her attention back to him and raised an eyebrow at the statement.

“I found our dinner time to be quite enlightening, my lady. Exhilarating, even.” The king remarked as he went to stand in front of her once again. “I am looking forward to the next one.” Thranduil stated with a smug smile on his face.

Reiya was slightly surprised by the unforeseen response.

Was he being serious?

There was much she could say about that; however, she reframed from starting yet another debate with the fellow monarch and chose to retreat for the time being.

“Good night, King Thranduil.” She stated, gesturing her farewells in royal fashion. 

“To you as well, Queen Reiya.” He followed suit.

And thus, she proceeded to leave the room.

Reiya did not look back at the fellow monarch on her way out, but she could still sense him smiling smugly at her on her way to the door. 

‘That conceited elf-king and his mischievous ways.’ The Lady of Fire thought to herself as the image of Thranduil’s piercing blue eyes remained vivid in her mind.

A/N: The heat is rising!

Intense much?!!

There is a whooole lot to unfold on this one, but I will let you guys do the talking, as usual ;) 

Happy holidays, everybody! <3

Chapter Text

- At Mirkwood -

Reiya found herself back in the office the morning after the unforeseen dinner with the Elvenking took place.

Once she was done with the routine paperwork, her mind gravitated towards the frantic conversation she had with Thranduil the previous night.

She had no idea what the king had tried to accomplish by cornering her against the wall and mumbling such things before they parted ways. Nonetheless, a different moment from their interaction kept playing back in her head for reasons she couldn't fathom. 

The moment in question was, undoubtedly, the instance when she performed her fire spell before the king.

Ring-bearers and wizards aside, Reiya had treated with enough rulers in the past to know that many authority figures amongst all the races in Middle-earth would have trembled at the sight of her Krisha power in all its splendor. However, Thranduil had not only stood his ground before such a sight, but he confronted her in the midst of it all, to her surprise.

The action on itself went to reaffirm something about the insular elf-king that she had admittedly disregarded up until that point.

He was different.

Reiya’s curiosity peaked at the notion, as she now wished to better understand the mysteries that laid unspoken in the king’s behavior.

She was well aware that all the elf-rulers—herself included—possessed strengths and weaknesses, which could either aid or hinder their cause. Nevertheless, Thranduil’s seemed somewhat contradictory in the wide scope of things.

He was an experienced commander in the field, a prolific combatant, and an expert strategist. And yet, he had no rings of power, no distinctive magical abilities…

No fear.

Reiya’s eyes widened slightly as she remembered Thranduil’s reactions every time she had unleashed her Krisha power in his presence.

“No fear.” She reiterated to herself out loud, figuring that was the one trait from the king’s character that had raised her curiosity and spurred contradictions the most at the time. Truthfully, Thranduil had not shown fear in the face of her power more often than not, but was there something else compelling his defiance in such regards?

The king had asked what drove her in the midst of their heated argument the previous night.

Even though Reiya had chosen not to disclose her answer at the time for obvious reasons, she found herself asking the same question about the fellow monarch.

What drove him?

Admittedly, the answer did not seem to be as simple in Thranduil’s case.

Zila—who had been standing silently at one side of the room—raised an eyebrow at the queen as she remained immersed in her thoughts.

Wishing to address her concerns involving the younger elleth, she left her post momentarily and went to stand in front of the desk.

“Reiya, may I have a word?” She asked, speaking not as the Spear-maiden commander and the queen’s combat mentor at the time, but rather as her former caregiver.

Reiya looked somewhat startled by her mentor’s sudden interjection, but she recomposed herself and allowed the older elleth to speak. 

“Yes, you may.” She responded, gesturing for the commander to take a seat.

Following her cue, Zila sat down in one of the guest chairs on Reiya’s desk, and she proceeded to question the queen.

“I hope I am not intruding by asking this, my lady… But did something happen at your dinner with King Thranduil last night?” The commander inquired.

Reiya widened her eyes slightly, seemingly not expecting the older elleth to address that one topic in particular.

“I couldn’t help but notice you seem somewhat absent-minded since that one encounter took place?” Zila remarked.

Reiya looked at the table for a brief moment as she pondered the question. No wonder her former caregiver had noticed such things to some extent. After all, Zila had cared for her since she was an elfling.

Almost as if sensing her ongoing deliberations, the older elleth continued making her case.

“I swore an oath to guard you, Reiya, but I am here to provide counsel on any matters that might be troubling you, as you know.” Zila reminded her.

Reiya smiled lightly at the commander’s devoted loyalty, then she shifted her attention back to her.

“I apologize for spurring such concerns, Zila.” The queen stated. “I admit my mind has been... scattered since last night, as I am now pondering some of the things that the king discussed with me at our dinner—mostly matters of trade, amongst other issues.” She clarified.

Zila raised an eyebrow, suspecting that the female monarch did not disclose everything there was to know about the encounter.

“Nonetheless, be assured that such things will not distract me from my duties, as I continue working towards our cause and will always prioritize the well-being of our people, regardless of the circumstances.” Reiya remarked with an assertive expression.

Zila’s features softened slightly following the queen’s statement.

Once again, Reiya had taken her words as a sign of concern for their realm, when in fact, she was mostly concerned about the queen’s own well-being.

Zila was well aware that the little elfling she had cared for had matured into a seasoned ruler who commanded respect, both with her power and principles.

Nevertheless, Thranduil was still the senior monarch when it came to matters of the crown. Therefore, she worried that the king might be using that to his advantage in order to further his own interests somehow.

In any case, she had to remind herself that Reiya was also an adult elleth who could stand her ground when needed.

Thus, Zila opted to ease her concerns for the time being and hoped that the Lady of Fire would adequately manage her authority struggles with the Lord of Mirkwood for both her sake and the ongoing coalition between the two Elven realms.

Having come to terms with her thoughts, the commander proceeded to speak.

“Very well... I trust your words as usual, my queen, but do remember that all of us are here for you, no matter what.” Zila concluded with a formal tone.

“I appreciate your concern and always keep that fact close to heart, commander.” Reiya responded as a grateful smile was drawn on her face.

Zila nodded in acknowledgment, then she stood from the chair and returned back to her post.

A couple of minutes later, the two ellith directed their attention to the door when Urien came in.

“Quel amrum (Good morning), my queen. To you as well, Commander Zila.” She smiled at the two of them, then bowed respectfully.

“Suilad (Greetings), dear friend.” Reiya nodded and smiled back at her.

“Lady Urien.” Zila bowed to the seneschal in acknowledgment as well.

“I finished all of my morning tasks as planned. Is Eldrec still scheduled to depart at the expected time?” Urien inquired.

“Yes. Captain Bara and some of our other Spear-maidens are helping his squadron get ready for the trip back to Xandor. She should be back here to update me on their status any moment now.” Reiya stated, referring to Zila’s second in command, respectively.

“Good! Seems like we have a couple of minutes to spare then.” Urien responded with a light smile.

Thus, the Xandorian queen and her seneschal proceeded to discuss routine logistical matters and other leisure tasks.

“Speaking of extracurricular endeavors, how was your dinner time with King Thranduil last night?” Urien asked, gesturing a slight hint of enthusiasm that the queen couldn’t quite decipher.

Reiya placed her hand under her chin before she voiced an answer. 

“I’d say it was rather… insightful.” She left it at that.

Zila raised an eyebrow at the queen, taking notice of the fact that Reiya had chosen not to disclose any further details about the encounter with her best friend as well—which was quite unusual, to say the least.

“Oh...” Urien merely responded as she pondered her friend’s lack of elaboration.

It seemed like Reiya did not wish to say anything else regarding her encounter with the king. Thus, she chose not to press the matter further as well.

Thankfully, the Spear-maiden captain made her way into Reiya’s office at the time the awkward silence filled the room.

“Your majesty.” Bara voiced her greetings as she bowed. “Lieutenant Eldrec’s squadron is ready to depart.” She stated.

“Understood. Are Lieutenant Súlion and his Spellcasters already in position as well?” Reiya inquired.

“Yes, my lady. Captain Tauriel and her patrol guards helped place our Spellcasters throughout the Mirkwood borders, just like the Elvenking instructed. They await your arrival, as we speak.” Bara explained.

“Very well. Thank you for the notice, Captain Bara. We should all make our way there, then.” Reiya stated with an approving expression.

The three ellith nodded at her in acknowledgment, then all of them walked out of the office.

….

Eldrec, Tauriel, and Súlion were joined by some of their squadron members as they stood at the gate area.

Once Reiya emerged at the site with her subjects, all of them bowed to the queen per their Elven costumes.

She nodded in acknowledgment, then approached the squadrons in place.

“Captain Tauriel, I appreciate your assistance with this important task and everything else, as usual.” Reiya stated with a light smile.

“The honor is mine, your majesty. I am happy to help in any way that I can.” Tauriel responded with a smile of her own as she bowed to the queen once again.

Reiya nodded to her, then shifted her attention to the Xandorian subjects.

“Are you and your Spellcasters ready to cast the protective barrier, Lieutenant Súlion?” The queen inquired.

“Yes, your majesty. We await your command to proceed.” The lieutenant stated with a polite smile.

“Very well. You may go ahead.” Reiya instructed.

Súlion nodded, then he walked towards the center of the gate grounds.

Once the lieutenant reached the spot, he performed a set of hand gestures, then lifted one of his arms towards the sky and positioned the other in the direction of Eldrec’s squadron as they remained on the bridge.

Following his action, a bright beam of light was released from Súlion's hands.

When the beam reached a high point in the sky, a magic symbol of sorts surrounded Eldrect’s party, and another expanded throughout Woodland Realm territories.

Soon after, similar beams were dispersed from the locations where the other Xandorian Spellcasters stood in the Mirkwood forest, and the magic symbol in the sky became even brighter as it expanded further.

Tauriel and her comrades widened their eyes at the astonishing sight.

The magic symbol faded from the sky after a brief moment, and Súlion rejoined the queen once again.

“It is done, your majesty.” The lieutenant assured. “This protective magic barrier is not as powerful as the one that the Blue Wizards cast in Xandor, admittedly, but it should be strong enough to keep Loitar’s minions away from the Mirkwood borders at this time and guard Eldrec’s party from the enemy spies on the journey back to Xandor.” He explained.

Rieya nodded to him in an approving manner.

The Xandorian lieutenant then shifted his attention to the Mirkwood squadron on site.

“Captain Tauriel, you can escort our Spellcasters back to the city and resume your patrol duties, as well.” Súlion stated.

“Understood. We will proceed accordingly.” Tauriel remarked.

Following her signal, the Mirkwood patrol scouts headed into the forest and climbed the tall trees swiftly in order to reach their destinations at a faster pace.

Súlion directed his attention back to the queen when she spoke.

“Your remarkable abilities and those of your fellow Spellcasters come in handy at a great time of need, Lieutenant Súlion. You have my thanks.” Reiya stated with a light smile.

“There is no need, my lady. I live to serve Xandor and the free folk of Middle-earth.” Súlion stated with a smile of his own. “May I bid my farewells to my comrade in arms, your majesty?” He inquired.

“Yes, you may.” Reiya responded as her agreeable expression remained unchanged.

Súlion nodded, then he went to meet Eldrec as he remained at the front of his squadron. Reiya and Urien followed closely behind.

The two Xandorian lieutenants stood before one another, and they placed a hand on each other’s shoulders in a display of mutual respect.

“You will be greatly missed amongst our troops, mate.” Súlion stated with a friendly smile.

“I will greatly miss all of you as well, but I am confident our troops will be left in good hands.” Eldrec responded as he returned the smile.

Súlion nodded in agreement.

“Will you do me a favor and keep an extra pair of eyes on our queen and her seneschal while I am gone?” Eldrec stated as he directed his attention to his two childhood friends.

“Of course! Our queen is quite powerful as it is, but I will keep an eye out for you, lieutenant. You can count it.” Súlion assured his peer.

Urien and Reiya smiled lightly following the statement.

The two ellyn patted each other’s shoulders, then Súlion rejoined the other Spellcasters on site.

Thus, Reiya and Urien approached their best friend themselves soon after.

Eldrec smiled at the two females tenderly as they stood before him, then he focused his attention on the queen.

“Are you absolutely certain you do not wish for me to stay, Reiya?” Eldrec inquired, speaking as the queen’s brother figure at the time.

“I wish that you could stay longer, dear friend. Trust me when I say such words.” Reiya stated. “Nevertheless, your abilities will prove much more useful back home at this time of peril. Even though Xandor’s concealment measures remain in place, our people are more at risk now that I am not there to defend them as I normally would. Hence, I need you to be my eyes and ears in the realm now more than even before.” The queen explained as she took the ellon’s hands in hers.

Eldrec pondered her words for a few seconds before he responded.

“I understand, and you have nothing to worry about, Reiya. I will do everything I can to keep our people safe, even if I have to put my life on the line for it.” The lieutenant responded with an assertive expression.

Reiya smiled and nodded in gratitude.

“I do hope that you do not overexert yourself in my absence, though. Never forget that you are just as important to all of us.” The lieutenant remarked in a tender manner.

“Do not be concerned about this one, Eldrec. I will keep a good eye on her as well.” Urien stated matter-of-factly as she wrapped both her arms around the queen’s.

Reiya smiled at the seneschal following the affectionate gesture. 

“And I am always grateful to you for keeping our queen company, Urien—as long as you care for yourself, that is.” Eldrec pointed out with a caring smile. “Do you still have that crossbow that I gave you before?” He inquired.

“I do indeed.” The seneschal responded. “I pray to Eru that I am never forced to use it, since I am no warrior, as I often remind the two of you.” She added with a sardonic tone.

Reiya let out a low chuckle at her friend’s statement.

“I hope it does not come to that either, but you should never let your guard down, regardless.” Eldrec pointed out. “Could you continue your practice sessions with the crossbow while I am gone? You know, for my sake?” He insisted.

Urien sighed, then she smiled at him. “Yes. For you I will, mellon (friend).”

“Good.” Eldrec responded in a more relaxed manner. “Reiya, hold her to it, okay?” He added.

“Of course.” Reiya responded with a slight smile.

Eldrec then took both of his friends’ hands in his own, and his expression became slightly nostalgic.

“Well… It is time to bid our farewells for the time being, I guess. Until we meet again?” He stated, as he looked at the two ellith with a tender smile.

“Until we meet again.” Urien reiterated with a gentle smile of her own.

“May the Valar protect you on your journey back home, friend.” Reiya stated as she squeezed his hand slightly.

Eldrec nodded in an agreeable manner.

Thus, the Xandorian lieutenant gently let go of the two ellith’s hands, and he proceeded to mount his horse. He smiled at them one last time before his departure, then turned his horse around and began the journey alongside his squadron members and the wagon rider.

Once he was completely out of sight, Reiya sighed.

“You know, Urien… Some days I relinquish my duties as queen. But other days, I wish I could skip them altogether, I admit.” She stated in a melancholic manner.

Urien gently wrapped her arm around the queen’s shoulder while her sight remained forward.

“I know, my friend. I will miss him too.” She stated, speaking about Eldrec, respectively.

 …

- Somewhere in the dark –

Fernor was watching the scene at the Mirkwood gate area through one of his flies’ projections.

However, the projections from all of his flies at the site became blurry, and they flew away from the area in a rushed manner when the Xandorian Spellcasters performed an incantation of sorts. 

The Dark General frowned slightly, even though he did not look entirely surprised by the sudden development.

Fernor kept his attention on the blurry projections for a couple of hours while the flies continued spreading. Once the insect sights began clearing again, he left his quarters and went to summon the others.

…

“My Spy Flies were not detected in Mirkwood up until this point, but the Xandorian Spellcasters repelled them regardless—just like you predicted, master.” Fernor stated as he stood in front of the elf-warlock.

“I see.” Loitar responded in an unfazed manner as he remained seated in his skull-shaped chair.

“How could you tell things would play out in this manner, sire?” Dúvain inquired while the rest of his Dark General peers listened closely.

“The Krisha has a tendency of taking preventive measures against us, even in the absence of an immediate threat. Hence, I figured she would persuade the Elvenking into strengthening Mirkwood’s magical defenses further, despite them not being able to detect Fernor’s spies, as far as we could tell.” Loitar explained matter-of-factly.

“Ugh... That one trait in particular has made the Krisha even more of a thorn in our side these days.” Coru stated in a spiteful manner. “How are we to proceed at this time, master?” The female Darke General inquired.

Loitar pondered his deliberations for a brief moment. 

“How far off did the Xandorians’ magical defenses extend throughout the Mirkwood territories, Fernor?” The elf-warlock inquired.

“My insects' projections began clearing when they flew past the Woodland Realm borders, sire.” The Dark General responded.

“Understood.” Loitar stated. “I am inclined to believe the protective barrier cast at Mirkwood might not be as strong as the one in Xandor, if we account for all the Xandorians' limitations in a foreign land. Hence, I will look for ways to weaken those magical defenses myself.” The elf-warlock remarked. “In the meantime, we will just have to engage them at the boundaries of such defenses and continue our surveillance afterwards.”

“Engage them, sire?” Nerion asked with a confused expression.

“Yes.” Loitar responded as he stood from his chair. “The time has come for us to make our first assault on all the Elven realms of Middle-earth since their coalition was formed.” The warlock asserted with a menacing voice.

An expression verging on contempt and excitement was drawn on most of the Dark Generals’ faces at that moment. 

Gorag, who had been standing against one of the walls with folded arms, smiled maliciously following his master’s statement.

All of them shifted their attention back to the elf-warlock as he voiced his orders.

“Milco,”

“Yes, master?” One of the male Dark Generals stepped forward.

“You have always excelled at screening the enemy’s war tactics and damage potential. That one skill in particular will serve the purpose at this time since I wish to learn more about our new adversaries.” Loitar stated. “Hence, would you make us the honor of planning a proper welcome for the light dwellers?”

Milco placed a fist on his shoulder and bowed following the statement. “I will see to the task at once, sire.” He responded with an ominous smile.

“Very well.” Loitar stated as he walked down amongst his elite servants. “Let us test this useless coalition of Elven nations and find out what weaknesses are deemed to be exploited as we move forward.” The elf-warlock remarked with a dark expression.

…

- At Mirkwood -

The days had transpired without major hurdles since Eldrec’s departure.

That one morning in particular, Reiya was at her desk reviewing the issues that she and Thranduil would continue discussing at their next intelligence meeting. Zila, Norel, and Bara were in the office with her as they remained on watch duty. 

All of a sudden, Reiya widened her eyes when a familiar voice resonated in her mind out of the blue.

‘They are coming.’ The female melodious voice whispered as a series of swift visions flashed into the queen’s mind.

The voice in question was undeniably Galadriel’s.

Reiya gasped lowly when the sights in her mind came to an end.

“Is everything alright, my lady?” Zila asked with a wary tone as she took notice of the queen’s sudden shift in demeanor.

Reiya did not get a chance to answer her, however. Right that instant, the magic scrolls on a nearby table emanated a blue glow, and letters began materializing on them. 

“The Blue Wizards! They are sending in a message, your majesty.” Norel remarked.

The Xandorian queen stood from her desk swiftly and took the magic scrolls in her hands. Her expression gradually became aggravated as she read the contents in all of them.

Zila frowned slightly at the sight, and the two Spear-maiden captains stood by her side as they went on alert. 

There was some sort of trouble on the rise, no doubt.

Once she finished reading the message from the Blue Wizards, Reiya folded the scrolls and turned to her royal guards.

“Norel, Bara, go alert all of our troops. Tell them to ready themselves for combat and be on the lookout for further instructions.” Reiya stated in a firm manner.

“Yes, my lady!” The two Xandorian Spear-maidens responded and saw to the task right away. 

“Commander, you come with me.” Reiya instructed. “I need to speak with King Thranduil, now.”

Zila nodded to the queen with a hardened expression, then the two of them proceeded to exit the room in a rapid manner.

To their convenience, they crossed paths with Feren on their way to Thranduil’s office, and he told them that the king was at a debrief meeting with the Mirkwood generals at the time.

Sensing the urgency in the female monarch’s request, Feren offered to escort them to the king himself. Thus, the three of them walked swiftly through a series of pathways before they reached their intended destination.

…

Thranduil was discussing a series of security measures with his generals as they went over some of the Mirkwood locations on a map table. However, they shifted their attention to the other side of the room when the door was opened all of a sudden.

All of them widened their eyes slightly when they realized the elleth that had entered the generals' quarters was none other than the Red Queen herself. She was also followed closely behind by Feren and the commander of her Queen’s Guard, respectively.

Thranduil was certainly not expecting to see the female monarch at that particular moment, especially given the way their frantic dinner had played out on the previous night. Nonetheless, the Lady of Fire was already there, and she had an unusual dire expression on her face.

He also took notice of the rare scrolls she was holding at the time. 

“King Thranduil, apologies for the sudden disruption.” Reiya stated as she remained in her spot and bowed in a courteous manner. “I’m afraid a matter of the utmost urgency has surfaced, and it requires your immediate attention.”

The king frowned slightly as he sensed a threat of sorts, judging from the queen’s troubled demeanor.

“We have to prepare ourselves. They are coming.” Reiya remarked.

The Mirkwood generals looked surprised following the statement, and Thranduil’s own expression became aggravated as his intuition was proven correct once again. 

Furthermore, Reiya was not speaking as the savvy noble lady or the courteous female monarch at that moment, but rather as the warrior queen who rose to the occasion every time her people were endangered.

That could only mean one thing: the time to venture into the battlefield since their coalition was formed had finally come.

Thus, the king’s expression hardened and his demeanor changed completely as he went right into action.

“What is the situation?” Thranduil asked.

“Loitar has deployed four platoons out in the field.” Reiya stated. “Judging from their routes, it seems like he intends to engage all the Elven realms in a simultaneous attack: Lindon, Imladris, Lothlorien, and Mirkwood, respectively.”

The king narrowed his gaze, and his subjects tensed at her warning.

“Xandor was not targeted since Loitar has yet to uncover my realm’s location, I assume. Nevertheless, the attack is coming, as we speak, and the enemy platoons are likely to reach their destinations later this afternoon.” Reiya pointed out. “Their forces are not so large as to require the deployment of a full-on army on our end, but we will have to send in platoons of our own in order to defeat them, anyhow.”

Thranduil looked at the floor with a slight troubled expression as he realized they only had a couple of hours to get ready for the upcoming attack, but he shifted his attention back to the queen as she continued to speak.

“In any case, we do hold an advantage in this upcoming confrontation.” Reiya remarked.

All the elves in the room put great attention to the following part. 

“I was able to recognize the creatures on the enemy platoons through Lady Galadriel’s visions and the wizards’ accounts, respectively.” The queen stated. “Thus, the Xandorians hold both the knowledge and experience to eliminate those beasts effectively; that is, if the elf-warlock himself did not alter their basic anatomies to a great extent with his dark magic, of course.” She explained.

An assuring smile was drawn on Zila’s face, and the Mirkwood subjects seemed slightly relieved by the notion as well.

“That is a valuable insight indeed, my lady.” Thranduil stated in an unfazed manner. After all, that sort of advantage was one of the main objectives their coalition was meant to fulfill in the first place. “Have the other elf-rulers taken measures, all things considered?” He asked.

“They are preparing their troops and await my counsel at this time. Galadriel told me to reach out once we made an assessment of our own.” Reiya explained. “How does the King of Mirkwood wish to proceed in these circumstances?” Reiya inquired, pointing to the fact that Thranduil was, in fact, the only elf-ruler left to voice his desired approach to tackle the upcoming attack.

The king pondered the question for a couple of seconds before he proceeded to speak.

“I believe your intelligence on those creatures will be best shared with all the elf-rulers and their troops simultaneously via Galadriel’s ósanwe (speaking through thoughts).” Thranduil stated. “As far as the upcoming attack on this realm goes, I believe we stand a better chance of success if both the Mirkwood and Xandorian combatants face those beasts on the battlefield—together.” He emphasized, looking at the Lady of Fire attentively.

Reiya thought the king’s assessment was a reasonable one, even if she didn’t voice it openly. 

“That is, of course, if the Queen of Xandor stands in agreement?” Thranduil remarked as he walked towards the female monarch and stood in front of her in anticipation. 

Reiya and all the other elves in the room were quite aware of the purpose behind the king’s words.

As things stood, Thranduil was not merely asking if she agreed with his suggested approach to tackle the upcoming attack, but he also wished to reconfirm if she was, in fact, willing to let him take the lead on the field as she had promised.

After all, one thing was agreeing to their contractual conditions on paper, and another thing was actually fulfilling such conditions in practice throughout their coalition.

Moreover, his realm may have had the upper hand in troop numbers, but Reiya still held the intelligence to dispose of those creatures in the most efficient manner possible while preventing the loss of Elvish lives to the best of their abilities. 

Reiya, on her end, pondered the king’s remark for a brief moment as she was also making assessments of her own.

She did intend to honor her part of their contractual agreement, of course, but some questions still remained: Was Thranduil actually ready to take the lead at that particular moment? Was that the right time for him to fulfill such a crucial role? Would his resolve be strong enough in the face of the evil they were about to face?

The queen’s mind was filled with all sorts of deliberations, understandably. Nonetheless, her attention was brought back to the elves present in the room when her commander spoke.

“Your subjects stand with you and will respect your decision no matter what, my lady. We are confident that you will do what is best for our realm and Middle-earth as a whole." Zila remarked in an encouraging manner.

Reiya smiled lightly at her and nodded before she shifted her attention back to the king.

She glanced at Thranduil’s face as she pondered his expression further.

There was no doubt. No hesitation.

No fear.

Reiya’s eyes widened as the previous notion about the king revisited her thoughts once again.

Seemingly making up her mind after a brief moment, the Lady of Fire folded her hands in queenly fashion before she proceeded to speak.

“Xandor is ready to cooperate and will follow your instructions accordingly, Field Commander.” Reiya stated as she looked at Thranduil with an assertive expression.

Everybody in the room looked at her approvingly following such an acknowledgment, including the Elvenking himself.

To tell the truth, Thranduil was a bit surprised by the agreeable manner in which the queen had complied, even though he didn’t show it.

He was actually ready to challenge the female monarch on her assessments since he was not expecting her to give up her command on the field so easily, especially considering their past arguments and occasional differences in their approaches to battle tactics.

Nevertheless, she had been agreeable enough to let him take the lead without any objections on her part, at least for the time being. Hence, he would follow through accordingly now that his role was reaffirmed by the queen herself.

Thus, Thranduil proceeded to voice his orders right away.

“Generals, gather platoons from all the Mirkwood army branches and assemble them in the main armory room. We will meet there in an hour.”

“Yes, my lord!” The generals responded and left the room at once.

“Feren, accompany Commander Zila to gather Xandorian platoons as well and escort them to the site by that time.” The king instructed.

“Yes, sire!” The lieutenant responded.

Reiya directed an approving look to her commander, gesturing her agreement with the king's orders.

“You come with me, Red Queen.”

She nodded, and thus, the two of them proceeded to leave the room as well.

…

The elf-monarchs were making their way to their own intelligence headquarters as they continued discussing the upcoming attack.

“Were there any Dark Generals amongst the enemy lines?” Thranduil asked.

“Not as far as Galadriel and the wizards could tell, but I wouldn’t discard the possibility of them making an appearance at any point. They are Loitar’s elite servants after all, and quite dangerous in their own right.” The queen responded.

“Agreed.” Thranduil corroborated.

“There is something else.”

The king raised an eyebrow at the female monarch as he listened attentively.

“The wizards proposed that you and I take on a special task pertaining to something they were able to uncover in one of Loitar’s deceased creatures. Call it a high-priority quest bound by secrecy, if you may.”

“Secrecy?”

“Yes. The task itself is not without its risks, and the wizards are not entirely certain the desired outcome will come to pass. Nevertheless, if their assumptions prove to be correct, and you and I are able to fulfill the task accordingly, we would gain an advantage like no other in this conflict— perhaps one that might even get us closer to victory in the war as a whole.” Reiya explained with an assertive expression.

Thranduill deliberated the queen’s words in silence as he wondered what sort of task had the potential to aid their efforts in such an impactful manner.

Moreover, Reiya seemed convinced enough to give it a try, which was both intriguing and startling, to say the least. Hence, he would hear what she had to say on the matter and go from there.

“Very well. Let us discuss this crucial task once we reach our headquarters, then.” Thranduil remarked with a firm gaze.

Reiya gestured her agreement with a mere nod as her sight remained forward.

She had taken a gamble by allowing Thranduil to assume command at such an imperative moment, all hazards considered. Nevertheless, she was keeping her word, as promised, and hoped her instincts about the king had been correct at the time she made the pivotal decision.

A/N: Everybody is making moves on the board yet again!

Note on the editing:

I do what feels like a trillion rounds of editing, and yet something always slips lol. Apologies for everything that might be amiss! I do recheck the chapters and keep making corrections after posting, so the text should be slightly ‘cleaner’ if you do re-reads at any point. Definitely looking for ways to improve on that and better manage the brain burnouts that come with writing XD 

Thranduil might be back on film!:

There is a big possibility we will have Lee Pace reprising his role as Thranduil in the upcoming LOTR: The Hunt for Gollum movie! Many of us surely hope the invitation/cast is formally confirmed, since the character has an important part to play in the story, and Lee Pace was brilliant in that role!

Definitely missing the Elvenking on screen. I feel no other elf has come close to him, both in presence and complexity, as far as the adaptations are concerned.

Crossing our fingers for that! 

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- At Mirkwood -

Having addressed some additional details about their foes along the way, Thranduil and Reiya entered their private intelligence quarters, and they proceeded to discuss the upcoming attack more in depth. 

Reiya used one of the Blue Wizards’ magic scrolls to project images showing the creatures they would be facing in battle at that time, as well as the location within the Mirkwood forest they were seemingly going to emerge at, judging from their ongoing trail.

Having assessed the intelligence shared by the queen thoroughly, Thranduil proceeded to speak.

“Very well. This should suffice for us to adequately prepare for battle with the time we have left.” The king stated, looking at the images from the magic scrolls closely. “I already have a strategy in mind—one that will allow us to handle these creatures in the field while sparing our troops to some degree.” He pointed out as he shifted his attention back to the female monarch.

“Understood. What can I do to help?” Reiya inquired as he looked at him attentively.

“Share this intelligence with Lady Galadriel as soon as you and I are done here, and inform her of the gathering we will host with our troops so she may listen in.” Thranduil instructed. “It is also important that she links her mind with the other Elven rulers, to caution them against the enemy forces heading their way.” He explained.

Reiya nodded in agreement.

“As for me, I will summon my generals prior to that gathering in order to discuss the strategy for the upcoming battle.” Thranduil stated.

“Very well. I also wish to join the summit with my own generals to determine how the Xandorian platoons can best support the Mirkwood battle formations.” Reiya pointed out.

“Yes, that sounds reasonable.” The king agreed. “Now that we have decided on a course of action to counter the upcoming attack, what is this task that the wizards proposed—and how would it benefit our war efforts, exactly?” Thranduil inquired, remembering the queen’s comments on their way there.

“The task pertains to this.” Reiya emphasized as she unfolded another of the Blue Wizards’ magic scrolls on the table.

Soon after, the scroll projected an image showing a rare stone with arcane symbols engraved all over the surface.

Thranduil stood next to Reiya as he looked at the object of interest closely.

“These are known as Cursed Stones—totems of dark magic forged for a host of malevolent purposes,.” Reiya pointed out. “The wizards found one while inspecting the corpses of the creatures that attacked Imladris at the time of my hearing.”

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the statement.

"They believe Loitar uses these totems to channel dark magic into his monsters, granting him the means to augment their abilities whenever he pleases." Reiya pointed out. 

“I see… That would explain how those creatures breached Imladris’ barriers. Loitar must have increased their resistance to Lord Elrond’s ring magic that way,.” Thranduil stated in a contemplative manner.

“I believe so too.” The queen corroborated. “Furthermore, now that Gandalf has joined the Blue Wizards, they uncovered another peculiarity in such relics.” 

“Which is?” 

“The Cursed Stones can be powered as well.” Reiya revealed. “The wizards managed to briefly awaken the stone in their possession by partially decoding the symbols carved on it and replicating them on a scroll with their own spell.” Reiya explained.

Thranduil riased an eyebrow. "I see. And what happened when they did?”

“A trail of dark magic flared on a nearby map before the stone went dark. Gandalf suspects it was the lingering trace of the creatures that attacked Imladris.”

Thranduil’s eyes widened slightly as he was making conjectures of his own.

“This is where our task comes in.” Reiya unrolled another scroll showing a map of Middle-earth marked with a large arcane triangle and three circles at its points.

Thranduil looked at it closely.

“The wizards believe that if we were to collect three of Loitar’s Cursed Stones and perform their spell, the traces of his dark magic would manifest on the map.” She gestured to several points on the parchment.

Thranduil’s eyes widened slightly at the notion.

“Thus, if we could pinpoint the largest concentrations of dark magic throughout these lands, then—"

“That could help reveal Loitar's hideouts as well.” Thranduil finished her sentence, seemingly following the same line of thought.

Reiya shifted her attention to the king for a brief moment, looking partially surprised but somewhat satisfied by how fast Thranduil was able to catch up.

“Correct. And from there—”

“We might also pinpoint the areas where he intends to deploy his Dead Armies,” Thranduil finished.

Reiya couldn’t help but smile subtly at the king’s sharp thinking.

“Exactly. If the locating spell with the Cursed Stones works, we are to gain a decisive advantage in preparing for the final battle.” The queen concluded. 

“Indeed. But what are the pitfalls? Surely a task of this magnitude carries risks?” Thranduil pressed.

“It does,” Reiya admitted with a sigh. “First, the wizards cannot be certain the spell will work as intended. Their test was conducted with only one stone. Thus, everything else is segmented on speculation.”

“Understood. What else?” Thranduil asked.

“The concealment of those stones will be unpredictable. That one was embedded in a corpse, but Gandalf doubts Loitar will stack the relics in the same manner every time. They might be hidden within creatures, buried nearby—or absent altogether.”

Thranduil weighed her words in silence. “Why should be the ones pursuing such an endeavor, then? Lady Galadriel, Lord Elrond, and even Lord Círdan bear abilities better fit for this task since they wield rings of power.”

Reiya shook her head. “That is precisely why they were not deemed suitable." She remarked. "The stones carry Sauron’s taint. Even though the Three Rings are not directly bound to him, the wizards dare not risk unforeseen consequences. You and I, fully unbound by such power, are safer choices.”

Thranduil considered that. “And our subjects?”.

“Too dangerous. Gandalf fears the stones could warp their minds. The task must remain between us—and in secret.” Reiya pointed out.

Thranduil pondered the wizards’ warnings as he looked back at the magic scroll.

The king tapped the table, brooding, then he shifted his attention to the female monarch.

“There is one risk you have yet to mention,” he said at last.

Reiya raised an eyebrow at the statement. “What risk is that?”

“You.” Thranduil responded matter-of-factly as he folded his arms and looked at her more attentively.

Reiya’s expression remained blank for a few seconds before she let out a low chuckle.

“If you are referring to my fire spells, I’ve already assured you that I will not harm you with those, Elvenking.” Reiya responded with a taunting tone.

“You say that, yet, you nearly roasted me at dinner last night,” he countered dryly.

Reiya rolled her eyes. “That was a rare occurrence.”

“Rare?” Thranduil responded with a disbelieving expression. “That was not the first time you’ve flipped one of your fire spells in my face, you know? The ‘rare occurrence’ is starting to become a bit of a habit on your part, if you’d ask me.” He remarked in a skeptical manner.

“As far as I remember, that only happened twice, and I deemed my actions necessary in those instances.” Reiya pointed out matter-of-factly.

“Oh. So you deemed it necessary to go all hysterical on me with your fire spells in the midst of such arguments?” Thranduil stated with a raised eyebrow.

“You needed to be reminded of a few things.” Reiya stated with an innocent smile of her own.

Thranduil gave her a sardonic look, but chose not to banter further as he spoke. “Whatever chaos lies ahead, I’ve already survived you a couple of times before. I guess I can do it again.” He concluded dryly. 

Reiya folded her hands and pursed her lips at the king, hinting a slight bit of annoyance at his words. Thranduil ignored the gesture, however, as he refocused on the task at hand.

 “So. Are there any further risks to consider?” 

“No. The rest is for us to judge. The wizards left the decision in our hands.” Reiya replied. 

Thranduil turned his attention back to the scroll and laid his hands on the table in a contemplative manner.

Reiya leaned a bit closer following his gesture. 

“I believe this lead is worth pursuing. I would take the task alone if I must—but our chances would improve greatly if we both go for it.” She noted. "The choice is yours, regardless."

Thranduil turned his face towards the queen as she made her case. She would go, with or without him. He disliked the uncertainties, but the potential gains were undeniable.

“It will be a burden—hunting stones in secrecy while waging open war. And the spell may not even work.”

Reiya lowered her gaze, resigned.

“However—”

Her eyes lifted quickly.

“—if it does, we'd gain a valuable advantage in the war. And we need only one stone to test the incantation.”

She blinked. “You mean…?”

“Yes, Red Queen. The rewards outweigh the risks per my assessments; thus, I wish to join the search of those stones as well. Count me in.”

Reiya nodded to the king with an approving smile. 

“Speaking of which, there is something crucial we can take care of in the meantime pertaining to this one task.” Thranduil remarked.

Reiya raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “What is that?” She asked.

“Hiding this magic scroll.” Thranduil emphasized as he shifted his attention back to the parchment on the table. “I am not particularly versed in advanced magic, but I presume the wizards wouldn’t be able to replicate the arcane sigils at hand so easily, given the apparent complexity of the spell they attempted.” Thranduil stated as he dragged a finger over the pictogram on the parchment. “Thus, we cannot let Loitar and his minions find this magic scroll if they were to break into my palace at any given moment, Eru forbid.” He explained.

Reiya’s eyes widened slightly at the king’s well-founded deliberations.

Truthfully, she had not considered the implications of that magic scroll falling into the wrong hands. Furthermore, she was somewhat intrigued by the fact that Thranduil had pondered those potential repercussions that far ahead.

Truthfully, that magic scroll was just as important as the Cursed Stones for them to attempt the wizards’ spell in the first place. Thus, Rieya did not object to the king’s idea, and she continued listening to him attentively as he proceeded to take measures.

“Given the repercussions of that dire possibility, we need to store this magic scroll somewhere safe, and I know just the place.” Thranduil stated as he carefully folded the scroll and tightened it with the matching string.

Following that lead, the king walked towards one of the lateral areas in the room with the scroll in hand, and he slid a false movable wall to the side, opening the way to a secret corridor of sorts.

He turned his attention to her after he did so.

“Follow me.” The king instructed.

Reiya was a bit startled by the unforeseen sight, but she came out of her stupor rather quickly and did as the fellow monarch commanded.

Hence, Thranduil closed the movable wall behind her, and they began making their way to another room.

The secret corridor in question consisted of a series of hidden passages lighted by faint luminescent plants, which led to all sorts of locations within the Woodland Realm, Reiya presumed. 

She was not entirely faced by the fact that the Elvenking had built secret passages into his realm, as it was common for royal families to ensure alternative escape and safety routes for times of need. In fact, her own royal palace contained those as well.

Nevertheless, she was still somewhat surprised that Thranduil had revealed one of the Mirkwood secret passages to her—a queen from a foreign Elven realm he had barely interacted with—as that knowledge was supposed to remain within the royal family of the host realm and their most trusted subjects in rare instances.

Anyhow, the fact went to show how serious Thranduil was about hiding the magic scroll in a secure location.

Soon after, the two monarchs arrived at a concealed room that contained two scroll shelves at the side walls, windows that allowed for some ventilation, ceiling light torches that lighted up the room substantially, and a small table at the bottom end.

The scroll shelves reached the height of Reiya’s shoulders, and they contained dozens of parchments inside.

Hence, she assumed Thranduil had deemed the documents stored in there way too important for them to be kept in the open, just like the wizards’ magic scroll.

The king placed the parchment in one of the empty shelves, then he shifted his attention back to her.

“These passages are linked to the Enchanted River. Any foe stepping here will fall into sleep or confusion, as if they had touched the river itself. The magic is not flawless, but it shall be powerful enough to keep the scroll away from prying hands at the moment.” He explained.

“Intriguing…” Reiya stated as she looked around the room. “That sounds a bit unsettling, but highly useful for dealing with unwanted trespassers, I suppose.” She remarked.

"It is.” Thranduil corroborated. “The next step would be collecting one of Loitar’s Cursed Stones—if we do manage to get one, that is—and attempting the trace-revealing spell in this room as well.”

Reiya nodded in agreement.

“Very well. We are set on that one quest, then.” Thranduil remarked. “Are you ready to discuss the strategy for the upcoming attack with our generals? Or do you wish to take a break before that?” The king asked.

“No breaks needed on my part. We can proceed.” Reiya responded.

“Good. Let’s go summon our generals, then.” Thranduil instructed.

Reiya nodded to the king once again, and thus, the two of them exited the hidden room. 

She pondered her thoughts on their way back to the main headquarters. 

Truthfully, she and Thranduil often pursued different tactical approaches, and the king was particularly slow when it came to taking preventive measures against the enemy, as she had learned. Nevertheless, she was unexpectedly surprised by the way the fellow monarch was handling his leadership role in the presence of an immediate threat so far.

Up until that moment, he had been visibly prompt in taking action, quite efficient with his problem-solving approaches, and cautious enough in his decision-making.

Moreover, Thranduil had agreed to join her in the search of the Cursed Stones, which was perhaps the most unexpected development of the day, knowing how insular he could be at times.

In any case, she couldn’t allow herself to be pulled by those initial impressions, as the major test for Thranduil's command still awaited in the battlefield.

A/N: Going a bit deeper into the magic lore for this story!

I followed the same Tolkienesque line of thought, in that everybody knows the Wizards in Middle-earth are quite powerful, but nobody really knows how their powers actually work and/or how they are able to do some of the things that they can do (lol). This is often referred to as 'soft magic' amongst (actual) Fantasy writers.

However, Tolkien did provide us with a well-defined/'hard' magic system when he describes the One Ring and the principles of its power.

Following that lead, I have been leaning towards using more concrete/hard magic systems in this story to provide clarity on some of the characters' powers/abilities, as well as other related quests.

On a different note, the interactions between Thranduil and Reiya are starting to develop in new directions <3

Next chapter we go into the battlefield! 

Chapter Text

- At Mirkwood -

Per Thranduil’s instructions, all the designated platoons were summoned to the largest assembly hall at the realm to discuss the creatures they would be facing in the upcoming battle.

Following that lead, the Mirkwood units stood at the right side of the room, while their Xandorian peers were placed on the left.

As expected, some of the most skilled combatants on both sides were also in attendance.

Everybody was actively discussing the orders relayed by their higher-ups at the time, but all of them went quiet and stood in formation when the awaited Elven monarchs stepped in the room.

Thranduil and Reiya walked amongst their subjects in a paced manner as they were saluted by them with the highest honors. 

The two royals made their way to the front of the hall and took a set of stairs leading to a higher floor of sorts before they faced their troops side by side. 

Reiya made sure to reestablish her mind link with Galadriel and the other Elven rulers so all of them could also listen in on what they were about to discuss.

Thus, everybody in the room shifted their attention to the higher floor, and the king proceeded to speak.

“Fellow elf-rulers and troops from all the Elvish nations, as all of you are aware, the time has come for us to make our first stand against Loitar’s minions in battle.” Thranduil stated with a serious tone as he glanced at the platoons attentively.

The Mirkwood and Xandorian subjects nodded at the king in acknowledgement as he proceeded.

“Per our current accounts, we can confirm that the elf-warlock has deployed several platoons of monsters targeting four of the Elven realms at this time—Lothlorien, Imladris, Lindon,…”

The king paused before he finished his sentence with a graver tone. “And yes, Mirkwood—this very own settlement, which happens to be home for many of us here.”

The Wood-elves looked visibly tense by the warning.

“The enemy platoons are likely to reach their target destinations later this afternoon. Thus, we only have a couple of hours to prepare for the upcoming attack.” Thranduil pointed out.

Everybody on the lower floor mumbled amongst themselves following the dire revelation, but Thranduil remained calm and raised his hand to get their full attention once again.

“I share and understand your concerns as of now. Yet, not everything is lost.” The king assured them. “It is true that we are going through dire times, and evil threatens our nations this very moment. Nonetheless, this is also the time when the efforts of our coalition are deemed to be the most fruitful.” He remarked.

The troops settled down slightly following the king’s statement and continued listening attentively.

“Fortunately for all of us in this joint effort, Queen Reiya and her subjects have faced the beasts that were sent to attack us. Furthermore, they hold the experience, resources, and knowledge to effectively eliminate such creatures.” Thranduil remarked with an objective tone.

The Mirkwood elves seemed somewhat relieved by the statement, while their Xandorian peers smiled discreetly at the king’s vote of confidence in themselves and their acclaimed ruler.

“With that in mind, I will leave the floor to the queen so she can share her intelligence on this adversary.”

Soon after, Thranduil turned his attention to Reiya and gave her the cue to speak. She nodded back at him in acknowledgement and proceeded to do her part as planned.

Hence, she opened one of the Blue Wizards’ magic scrolls on a nearby table, then stood ahead at the king’s side as she turned her attention back to the platoons in the room.  

“My Xandorian subjects, peers from the Woodland Realm, and those at Lothlorien, Imladris, and Lindon listening in as we speak,” Reiya stated. “Your bravery and commitment to defeating this longstanding enemy are once again praised and highly valued.”

She bowed slightly to all of them in gratitude, then resumed her statements.  

“I will now share intel concerning the creatures we will be facing in the upcoming battle and several ways to effectively dispose of them as well.” She remarked. “The beasts heading our way are called Reptilians.”

Following the statement, Reiya performed a set of hand gestures, and a projection of sorts was released from the magic scroll on the table, showing the creature in question.

The Mirkwood elves looked slightly surprised by the image before them, while their Xandorian counterparts frowned at the familiar sight.

“As you can see, Reptilians are lizard-like beasts that have a thick layer of scales over their skin.” Reiya pointed out. “They can stand on two feet and inflict damage on their opponents by using their powerful tails and claws to strike. Most importantly, they can also neutralize adversaries by resorting to their deadliest killing method yet—paralyzing their victims with a poisonous bite, which will lead to their deaths in mere minutes.” The female monarch warned.

Tauriel and many of the Mirkwood combatants looked slightly shaken by the notion.

It wouldn't be the first time Wood-elves were threatened by poisonous attacks. In fact, orcs were commonly known for tainting their weapons with all sorts of necrotic substances. However, they had never heard of a poison so powerful that it could kill living beings that fast. 

In spite of the grim statement, the Xandorian queen remained put.

“In any case, do know that a measure has been implemented in the past to effectively counter such a deadly attack.” Reiya assured them. “After years of trial and error, my healers developed an antidote that can neutralize Reptilians’ venom if it is administered in that time frame. Moreover, they engineered a device that can be used to inject the antidote promptly in the heat of battle.”

Thus, Reiya took out a needle syringe-like object from one of the leather pockets in her waistband, and she demonstrated its usage for everybody on the floor before she proceeded to speak. 

“As soon as King Thranduil and I learned this was to be the creature we would be up against, I instructed the Xandorian healers in my company to share both the antidote formula and this device's prints with our peers from all the other Elven realms. Thus, we began producing needle syringes right away and have plenty in stock for the fight ahead.” She remarked. “Following that lead, we will be well-equipped to deal with the Reptilians’ venom when the time comes.”

Everybody seemed somewhat relieved by the queen’s assurance, and the most experienced combatants smiled lightly, gesturing their approval for the royals’ immediate action in such regards.  

“Please make sure to pay close attention to the next part, as Queen Reiya will now discuss the creatures’ weaknesses and other important matters on that end.” Thranduil stated, redirecting his attention back to the female monarch.

Reiya nodded at him, then she proceeded to speak.

“Reptilians’ vital spots mimic those of actual lizards. Therefore, you will be able to strike them down by aiming for their heads or backs.” She pointed out. “In any case, always be aware of those creatures’ spinning attacks, and do not underestimate the strength of their limbs. My troops and I have seen them jump really high in countless battles before.” The queen pointed out.  

Thranduil nodded in corroboration.

“Additionally, do not forget that Loitar is the mastermind puppeteering those malevolent creatures and commanding arcane forces that we do not yet fully understand. Therefore, always be on the lookout for any formidable foes that we might have neglected in our intelligence gathering or anything unexpected taking place beyond the details discussed here.” Reiya warned.

The platoon combatants gestured understanding.

“This is all we were able to gather concerning the upcoming attack thus far. Following that lead, it is time for each of the Elven realms to prepare and act accordingly.” Reiya concluded.

Thus, she chanted a 'Release' command, and the projection from the magic scroll faded.

‘We appreciate your diligence in making sure this intelligence was shared with the rest of us, Elven monarchs.’ Galadriel's voice resonated in everybody’s minds as she spoke for Lothlórien.

‘Agreed. Our platoons were also tuned in, and we will do everything within our reach to defend our settlements against those beasts. The insights shared by you both are highly valuable in this moment of need.’ Elrond remarked, speaking for Imladris.

‘Indeed. Your efforts in this coalition are much praised.’ Cirdan corroborated, speaking for Lindon.

‘That settles it, then.’ Galadriel interjected. ‘May the Valar aid us against the forces of evil in these dark times.’ The Lady of Light concluded.

Following her statement, the mind link was dispelled, and the two royals were left to address their own troops at the time.

“Xandorian and Mirkwood combatants, King Thranduil will now discuss the strategy put in place for us to overcome our foes and succeed against the enemy troops.” Reiya stated, turning his attention back to the Lord of Mirkwood.

Thranduil nodded at her, then folded his arms behind his back in Elvenking fashion.

“The Reptilians in question will likely emerge at the glade in the northwestern region of the Mirkwood forest.” He pointed out. “Thus, we will meet them in combat at that location by means of a flank attack. Moreover, there will be units of healers placed nearby to help administer the antidote for the creatures’ venom and provide first aid amongst the injured when needed.”

The combatants from both realms nodded in understanding.  

“Tauriel, you will lead the long-range platoon, which will be composed of the Mirkwood archers and the Xandorian crossbowers. Hence, your units will be placed amongst the high trees in the surrounding areas at the attack site.” Thranduil instructed.

“Yes, my lord!” The female captain responded.

“Feren, you will direct the close-range platoon on the ground, which will be formed by the Mirkwood soldiers and some of the Xandorian squadrons as well.” The king added.

The lieutenant bowed in agreement.

“Zila, our Spear-maidens will support the close-range platoon on the ground; therefore, your squadrons will be placed in areas where you will be able to perform your group formations.” Reiya pointed out.

“Understood, my lady.” Zila responded in militant fashion.

“Súlion, our Spellcasters will operate as a separate platoon, providing assistance on both the offensive and defensive fronts. Following that lead, your squadrons will be split into two major units for that one purpose. One of them will cast attack spells at the front, while the other will provide magic protection for the healers at the site.” The queen remarked.

“Got it. We will do as commanded, your majesty.” Súlion responded, respectfully bowing to the queen.

Everybody shifted their attention to Thranduil as he proceeded to speak.  

“I will lead our platoons into battle as Field Commander, and Queen Reiya will preside after me as Second-in-Command. As such, she will assume my role if I am unable to perform my duties on the field for any unforeseen circumstances.” He pointed out, glancing at the female monarch.

Reiya nodded at him with an approving expression.

“Our generals will remain here in the city with backup troops to prevent any breaking attempts from the enemy while we are in the battlefield. Nevertheless, you should still meet with them after this gathering to go over your placements at the attack site more thoroughly.” Thranduil stated.

Everybody nodded in understanding.

Unknown to the troops in attendance, Thranduil and Reiya would also keep an eye out for Loitar’s Cursed Stones throughout their expedition, in the hopes that those might help reveal his secret hideouts, like the wizards speculated. 

Keeping an eye out for those in the heat of battle would be quite the hassle, but it was a risk they were willing to take regardless. In any case, they did opt to pursue the task in secret—as advised by the wizards—in order to avoid any major repercussions linked to the task.

Having carefully assessed the situation to the best of their abilities, Thranduil voiced his final instructions at the time.

“Make sure to be at the gate in two hours for a timely departure.” The king remarked. “That is all for now. You are all dismissed.”

Everybody in the platoons bowed to the king and broke formation to go meet with their appointed generals.

Thranduil, on the other hand, gestured a cue for Reiya to follow him as everybody went their separate ways.

She nodded and walked behind him in pondering silence.

…

Thranduil led the queen into a corridor of sorts that was often unused by his subjects.

He stopped at one point and glanced around to make sure there was nobody nearby. Once he confirmed the space was clear, the king turned his attention back to the female monarch.

“I believe we have done everything in our power to adequately prepare for the upcoming attack.” He stated. “Do your troops require assistance with anything else prior to our departure?”

“There is nothing else that I can think of at this time. My subjects seemed keen enough to follow your strategy and eager to support the Mirkwood troops as well. I do appreciate you asking, though.” Reiya remarked with a genuine tone.

Thranduil nodded in acknowledgement. “Very well. It is time for you and me to get ready and assist our platoons with their final preparations then.”

“Agreed.” Reiya responded.

“Do you know your way back to the soldiers’ quarters from here?”

“I do, yes.” Reiya assured him, having already become somewhat familiar with the main corridors at the royal palace.

“Good. I will meet you at the gate then.” Thranduil remarked.

The king bowed apologetically, then proceeded to walk the opposite way to resume his duties before the expedition. However, Reiya stood in place watching him with a pondering expression, as a different matter clouded her thoughts.

“Field Commander,”

Thranduil stopped and turned his attention back to her following the call.

“I have one more request to make before we head into battle, if I may say so.” Reiya stated, clasping her hands over her waist in royal fashion as her expression remained neutral.

Thranduil suppressed a sigh and walked back to her in a paced manner.

“Very well. What is your request, and how can I be of assistance, your majesty?” The king stated as he folded his arms behind his back and listened to her attentively.

“Will you be kind enough to… survive the upcoming attack?” She inquired with an uncertain tone before she looked at him attentively.

Thranduil’s expression turned to one of sudden confusion following the statement.

What a strange thing for her to ask… That was certainly not the kind of request he was expecting from the Xandorian queen at such a crucial moment.

“I was already planning on it.” He stated slowly with a raised eyebrow as his puzzlement became more apparent.  

“You were, uh?” Reiya merely responded with a solemn smile as she looked down at the floor in contemplation.

“Yes. It is not like I have a choice on the matter.”

She shifted her attention back to the king with a puzzled expression of her own, wondering what he had meant by that.

“Who would keep an eye on you if I am not around?” Thranduil remarked with a sardonic tone.

Reiya couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at his comment. “I thought you would say something along the lines of having a kingdom to rule and people to protect?” She inquired with a taunting smile.

“That goes without saying, as you know.” He remarked with a dry expression.

“Indeed.”

“You must make it back as well.” Thranduil pointed out.

“Should I now? I assumed my presence made things more troublesome for you here?” She mused.

“It does on occasion, I admit. You can be a bit…demanding from time to time.” The king responded in a sarcastic manner.

Reiya rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly, but the amused smile remained on her face regardless.  

“In any case, there are compelling reasons for you to return all the same.” He insisted.

Reiya raised an eyebrow at him. “Reasons such as…?”

“For starters, we should still discuss that prospective trading partnership between our realms that we talked about at dinner last night.” Thranduil pointed out.

“That is a valid reason, I suppose.” Reiya responded in a contemplative manner.

“It is indeed.” Thranduil corroborated. “You should also keep caring for that puppy of yours, right?”

Reiya let out another light chuckle at the rare statement, not expecting the king to bring Toby into the conversation or to remember him in the first place, to be honest.

“The puppy, uh?” She mused, wondering where the fellow monarch was going with that.

“Yes. He still requires your devoted attention, doesn’t he?” Thranduil remarked, attempting to sound as reasonable and serious as he could manage.

“Oh, I bet.” Reiya responded with the same amused expression, suspecting the king was either referring to himself with those remarks or merely attempting to lighten the mood in his own way. Perhaps both?

The attempt, however, did not prevent her next comment.

“Speaking about our dinner last night,” Reiya stated as a somber expression shadowed her face. “I still deem my reasons to be well justified, but I do apologize if I was rather… abrupt with my fire spells at the time.” She stated with an apologetic tone.

Confusion filled the king’s features yet again. 

Reiya seemed genuine with that one remark, but why was she acting so strange all of a sudden? Gloomy even, he’d dare say?

That was so unlike her, at least in the ways he’d come to interact with the female monarch on a frequent basis.

“Not that I am complaining about the unforeseen apology, but where is all of this coming from?” Thranduil stated more informally as he got closer to her, deciding he would get to the bottom of it all.

Reiya looked at him attentively for a few seconds before she provided clarity.

“I just wished to make amends in case, you know… things do not go as planned in the battlefield.” The queen responded with a lower voice as she folded her arms and looked at the floor with an uncertain expression.

“They will go as planned if we follow the course.” Thranduil spoke with a reassuring tone, moving closer still.

He knew battles always posed situations and outcomes that were beyond their control, but relying on strategy was their best bet at obtaining victory, as he’d come to learn from previous wars.

In any case, Thranduil believed he could speculate why the female monarch was saying those things in the first place.   

The undisclosed circumstances of her family’s tragic passing aside, how many subjects and acquaintances had Reiya seen heading into battle, never to make it back alive?

The list must have been quite extensive, he’d assumed, given the Xandorian queen’s history witnessing the dreads of war.

Having seen his fair share of calamities in the past, Thranduil was quite aware of the way those darkened thoughts could resurface at such pivotal moments—silent and insidious, casting a shadow of doubt in their wake.

“You will fight alongside us, won’t you?” He inquired.

“Of course. You know I will.” Reiya responded, looking up at him with an assertive expression.

“Good, and we will also be there with you, to whatever end.” He stated, shifting forward slightly as he looked at the queen more closely.

Reiya’s features relaxed a bit following his statement, and she nodded in understanding.

Thranduil glanced at her for a few more seconds, seemingly looking for any traces of doubt still present in her delicate features; however, most of them had faded slightly at the moment, as far as he could tell.

“Are we good to proceed, then?” The king inquired with a gentler tone, wishing to double-check nonetheless.  

“Yes, we are good.” Reiya responded in a matching tone as her attention remained on him. “It is time to suit up, I guess.”

“Right.”

Having reassured their intent, the two monarchs nodded at one another in acknowledgement, then began walking in their opposite ways.

“I expect that you will honor my request as discussed, Elvenking.” Reiya pointed out, speaking more formally and a bit louder so he could listen to her while they were walking apart.

“Rest assured, my lady. For better or for worse, I do not intend to let you down nor fall short of your very high expectations.” Thranduil responded with a commanding tone of his own.

Reiya looked at the floor and smiled lightly at his words of confidence.

Soon after, her expression gradually turned into a frown, and she looked ahead as she shifted her focus to the enemy.

Thranduil’s features hardened in a similar manner when his mind followed the same course, and the queen’s request played into his thoughts once again.

Survive.

Of course, he would.  

Thranduil Oropherion was not planning on forsaking his people and passing into the next life that day, especially not when the Lady of Fire herself had requested it.

A/N: We are back!  

Hi everybody! Yes, I am aware that I am returning from an overextended (and rather unplanned) absence. My apologies to all of you for leaving the story at such a pivotal moment. 

I had to navigate a difficult life event months ago, and that took me completely out of the writing zone, to be honest. I am not out of the woods just yet, but I am finally at a point where I can write a bit more consistently here and there as the weeks go by.

Regarding this chapter

As some of you might be aware, this chapter is actually the first in a three-part special.

I had originally planned on posting the three chapters together once I finished writing/editing the last one, but decided to post the two chapters that were ready in advance instead.

My reasons for that being: 1) I no longer saw the point of holding off story content after so long if there were chapters ready for you to read, and 2) Considering how content-heavy chapters can be in this story, I actually believed a pause after Part 2 wouldn't be so bad (for both reading and editing purposes).

In any case, do know that I am writing Part 3 at this time, so don't worry! That chapter will be posted sooner rather than later. 

On to the story

Stakes are running quite high for Thranduil and Reiya right now. Let's see how things play out in the next part of this special (which is already posted, as we speak n_n).

Chapter Text

- At Mirkwood -

Thranduil was the first monarch to arrive at the gate, and he was immediately welcomed with the highest praise. 

The king was wearing a set of armor coated in sapphire blue, with a matching headpiece, tunic, and leaf-patterned cape.

The armor was a bit lighter than the one he wore at the Battle of the Five Armies. Nevertheless, the set would be more practical for the occasion, given the nature of the creatures they would be facing in the field. Furthermore, his apparel stood out as one befitting of the Field Commander in charge at the time.

The scene at their departing point was slightly different from the first time they had gone out to eradicate Loitar’s monsters, as they’d later learn.

Perhaps the most notable distinction was that the expedition combatants were not the only elves in attendance, since several of their family members, partners, fellow comrades, and friends were also there with them.

Thranduil assumed all of them had come to wish their loved ones good fortune in the upcoming battle against the Reptilians, and express their farewells, given the chance their lives might perish.

The sight weighed heavily on the king’s mind as he realized the long-term repercussions of the attack on their realm weeks ago.

After all, their previous eradication mission against Loitar’s monsters was successful, but it did lead to casualties on their side. Therefore, the tragedy served as Mirkwood’s biggest wake-up call that they were at war with one of Sauron’s most powerful servants to date, and their very own lives were at stake.

Even the Xandorians—who had been fighting such a formidable foe for far longer—also had people close to them in attendance to wish them a proper send-off.

For Thranduil, such sights were often one of the hardest parts of being a king and ruler.

It is true that all the expedition combatants opted to serve their realms out of their own accord, and they voluntarily signed up for the consequences that came with their duties. Nevertheless, each of them still constituted a unique individual with loved ones, friends, dreams, and lives of their own.

The king was quite aware that certain battle outcomes remained beyond his control. Nonetheless, each one of those lives were still his responsibility to a great extent, the way he saw it. 

Hence, Thranduil mentally prayed for the strength to preserve each of those lives to the best of his abilities and deliver their brave souls back home safe and sound.

Having made up his peace on that end, the king ordered Feren to call for their troops. 

The lieutenant did as commanded, and soon, all the Elven platoons stood in formation.

Thranduil walked steadily as he eyed all the troops with a calculating gaze. However, he shifted his attention back to the gate entrance not that long after, when the lieutenant of the Xandorian Spellcasters announced the arrival of his Second-in-Command.    

“Troops, make way for the queen!” Súlion exclaimed in assertive fashion.

Similar to their displayed customs at Imladris, the Xandorian soldiers rapidly formed two lines surrounding the gate path and kneeled to Reiya with a fist on their shoulders when she made her way out.

She was also accompanied by her close friend and seneschal, Urien, who was walking right behind her.

The two ellith bid their farewells and hugged each other tightly before Reiya proceeded to conduct an inspection of her own. 

The king took a closer look at the female monarch as she was assessing her own troops.

Reiya was wearing her signature ornamented hooded cloak and high-knee boots, in addition to her scimitar twin swords and support weaponry strapped to her waistband, as was customary for her Krisha attire. However, she also had a red leather armor on that time around.

The armor in question wouldn’t provide the same level of protection as a traditional metal armor, so to speak, but it would certainly allow for more movement and speedier attacks, which suited the queen’s fighting style perfectly, as far as he could tell.

Thranduil went to meet the female monarch after allowing for a few minutes for her to settle.

He stood in front of her at one point and quietly scanned her expression.

Reiya looked back at him attentively and nodded, seemingly gesturing that she was ready to fulfill her duty and follow his instructions accordingly. Moreover, her expression was assertive.

Thus, the shadow of doubt that had been cast into her mind when they last spoke was seemingly gone.

The king then turned his attention to the higher-ranked combatants from both realms and their troops—Tauriel and Feren, who would lead the Mirkwood archers and soldiers on the ground, as well as Reiya’s own subordinates—Zila and Súlion, tasked with commanding the Xandorian Spearmaidens and Spellcasters to provide support.

The rest of the lead combatants and healers also stood in place as they awaited instructions.

The king did not utter a single word in that moment, and yet, everybody caught on to the meaning behind his commanding expression.

It was time for them to leave.

Without further ado, Thranduil pointed to one of the forest paths with two of his fingers, and the troops began making their way to the presumed attack site.

Tauriel led the Mirkwood archers and Xandorian crossbowers amongst the high trees, while the rest of the troops followed Thranduil on the ground as they walked to their destination briskly.

Reiya remained close behind the king, ready to assist him whenever needed.

Urien and the rest of the elves who stood behind could only glance at the troops with a wailing expression.

‘Eru, I beg of you, please protect my dearest friend from the evils she will be facing on this day.’ The seneschal mentally implored as a mix of hope, uncertainty, and resignation weighed down on her spirit.

…

Several minutes had already transpired since the Mirkwood and Xandorian troops arrived at the attack site and took their positions on the field.

Just like their strategy dictated, the long-range squadrons found their posts amongst the high trees, while their short-range counterparts hid in the surrounding areas on the ground.

Thranduil remained at the front of the troops in the grove, while Reiya crouched down behind a rock not far behind him.

The anticipation for what was to come seemed endless. Nonetheless, the elves—known for their remarkable discipline and composure at such crucial instances—remained calm and focused as they awaited the arrival of their foes. 

Almost as if Eru opted to reward their patience at the time, a low growl echoed across the field, and steps could now be heard from one of the paths leading into the glade.

Soon after, the Reptilians emerged at the site, and thus, the wait was finally over.

...

The Elven combatants became still and held on to their weapons tightly at the sight of the malevolent creatures.

Thranduil narrowed his gaze as he assessed the scene further.

Just like in the projection from the magic scroll, Reptilians appeared to be giant lizards with tough green scales and sharp claws that could stand on two feet. Moreover, their height was somewhat similar to that of an adult ellon, and they wore a flexible armor of sorts that partially covered their weak spots, even though some areas remained exposed.

The Reptilians would outnumber them judging from the size of their lines alone, but the strategy in place could help the Elven troops overcome that one disadvantage if they were able to execute their tactics accordingly.

There were no Dark Generals in sight; nevertheless, a more sinister and potentially disruptive culprit caught the king’s attention—one Reptilian in particular, to be exact.

The beast was walking right in the middle of the enemy troops, and it towered over the other Reptilians by almost double the height.

The creature in question was also twice as muscular, possessed sharper claws, and his scales were pale gray instead of green. Furthermore, its armor had more layers to it than those worn by the others.

Thranduil glared at the sight. If he had to make a guess, that abnormal-looking Reptilian was probably meant to serve as their field commander, judging from its imposing appearance alone.

To his surprise, the beast displayed yet another peculiar quirk, if they may call it that.

The massive Reptilian disappeared from sight, then reappeared further ahead in the enemy lines. In fact, it kept doing the same thing until it reached the front of their troops.

Thranduil’s puzzled expression turned to one of aggravation. Not only did the creature display a superior physical prowess compared to its underlings, but it could turn invisible as well?

What in Arda?

He momentarily turned his attention to Reiya, who seemed just as surprised at the sight, even though her expression morphed into a glare rather quickly. He then glanced at some of the other Xandorian elves behind him, and they had similar expressions on their faces.

Judging from their reactions, it seemed like none of them had seen a Reptilian quite like that one before.

Thus, he assumed the beast to be a new addition to the elf-warlock's league of monsters—perhaps an abomination born from Loitar’s latest experimentations with dark magic and arcane rituals, as it was clearly showing skills that surpassed those of the average Reptilian.

Reiya did emphasize to expect the unexpected when it came to the elf-warlock’s gimmicks, but this was mischief on a whole different level compared to most of Mirkwood’s previous enemies.

Thranduil turned his full attention back to the Reptilians when the large creature raised a fist and the enemy lines stopped in their tracks.

The Reptilian commander glanced at their surroundings for a brief moment, then it began wording instructions in a language he had never heard before.

Some of the other Reptilians in the front lines replied back and proceeded to inspect the terrain as well.

Thranduil went on full alert following the scene.

Had the enemy commander sensed their presence somehow?

If that was indeed the case, the Elven platoons would no longer stand still and grant those malevolent creatures any more chances to conspire. Thus, all that was left for them to do was to fight and defend their homes with everything they got.

Having made up his mind about the timing, Thranduil turned his gaze to the high trees and raised his fist, signaling instructions of his own.

Tauriel, who had been keeping an eye out for the king’s signal, nodded at him, then directed a purposeful look to the elves behind her.

The long-range combatants nodded back at her and aimed their weapons at the Reptilians on the ground right away.

“Now!” The captain commanded. 

Mirkwood archers and Xandorian crossbowers alike shot their arrows at the enemy as soon as the word came. And so, the first collective battle against Loitar and his minions had officially begun.

...

The Reptilians were alerted by the sound of the elves’ bows, but most of them neither saw nor expected the combust rain of arrows that soon befell upon them.

Several of the malevolent creatures got hit on their weak spots and dropped cold in spite of the layers of protection provided by their armor, which went to show the superiority of the elves’ sight and acclaimed accuracy with their weapons.

However, many of the enemy culprits still managed to deflect the arrows with spinning movements, and the Reptilian commander was able to evade the arrows altogether by disappearing from sight at the time of the strike.

Seemingly aware of the elves’ inner workings, the large beast continued using his invisibility trick to evade all the arrow shots that followed after. 

Thranduil frowned at the sight, but he cautioned the platoons on the ground to stay put nonetheless.

Just like he foresaw, the Reptilian commander’s abilities would pose yet another obstacle for them in battle, but they had no other choice than to deal with the beast at the proper time since they still had to follow through with their own tactics. 

Once the Reptilian commander found a momentary spot farther away from the arrow ranges, it voiced subsequent orders and pointed to the high trees where the long-range Elven combatants were hiding.

Following his lead, the rest of the Reptilians proceeded to run towards the trees in a rapid manner while making strange rumbling hisses.

Moreover, many of them already had their fangs on display, signaling their intent to inflict lethal damage with their poisonous bite, in spite of the bodies piling up amongst them due to arrow strikes.

Tauriel and some of the long-range combatants caught up on the Reptilian commander’s location and shot arrows in an attempt to take him down, but the beast was able to slip through with his invisibility trick yet again.

At one point, several Reptilians attempted to reach the high trees faster by jumping exceedingly high in their course, just like Reiya had warned. Nevertheless, the long-range Elven combatants were able to shoot them down just in time thanks to their quick reflexes and readiness to counter such a move.

Meanwhile, the Reptilians that kept running towards the high trees in order to climb them from the ground unknowingly found themselves nearing the hiding locations of the close-range Elven platoons.

Thranduil narrowed his gaze at the malevolent creatures as they were now in sight and within reach.

Good. They got the Reptilian platoons exactly where they wanted them.

Without further ado, the Elvenking rose from his hiding spot, and he unsheathed his two great swords with a cold but determined expression. All the close-range combatants behind him followed suit and took their weapons out as they stood ready to join the fight.

Thranduil turned around to look at them when he finally voiced words out loud. “Troops, the time for absolution lies ahead!”

The ground combatants nodded at the king as determination filled their spirits. 

Thranduil then shifted his attention back to the field, and his features hardened.

“Let us get rid of these despicable creatures that plague our lands. To battle!” The king exclaimed, and thus, he began running towards the Reptilians in a rapid manner.

The elves behind him responded to his call to arms and rallied behind the king.

Reiya—who had yet to unsheathe her weapons at the time—remained behind for a brief moment as she wished to witness the initial clash before making any moves of her own.

...

Many Reptilians did not realize they were being ambushed by yet another troop of foes until the moment they were struck down by Elvish blades.

Feren grabbed on to his curved sword and began slaying the malevolent creatures near the front area alongside the rest of the Mirkwood soldiers in a structured manner.

Zila and her Spearmaidens performed a highly coordinated group formation in which they used each other as springs to jump further ahead in the field. All of them eventually landed in the mid-ground area and proceeded to take down Reptilians with their glaive spears and distinctive fighting moves.

Súlion and his offensive units of Spellcasters proceeded to throw all sorts of magic attacks at the malevolent creatures in the lateral grounds, while the defensive units stood behind to shield the healers at the site with their magic barriers.

Tauriel and the rest of the long-range combatants continued shooting their arrows at the enemy from the high trees while carefully avoiding their peers on the ground.

And then, there stood the Elvenking himself.

Thranduil—whose swordsmanship skills were in a league of their own—was by far the one warrior on the ground single-handedly dispatching the most Reptilians with fewer but highly efficient strikes.

Adhering to his iconic fighting style—often depicted as refined, ferocious, and graceful all at once—he was quickly moving throughout several ground areas while dealing powerful blows to the enemy with his dual Elven swords.

The Reptilian commander took notice of that. Hence, he ordered more of his underlings to go after the Elvenking in an attempt to eliminate him or undermine his presence on the field somehow. 

The move itself did not stun Thranduil, however, as he quickly picked up the pace and proceeded to eliminate more of the creatures at a higher speed.

Feren, who was also on the lookout for the king during moments of respite, caught on to the Reptilian commander’s intentions, and he managed to strike down multiple enemies running in that direction alongside his squadrons of Mirkwood soldiers.

Just like during the first enemy rally, several Reptilians attempted to reach Thranduil's spot faster by jumping really high towards that one direction, but they were quickly taken down by Tauriel’s arrows.

One Reptilian in the mix, however, managed to protect its weak spots from the arrows by performing a rare spinning move in the air.

Tauriel frowned as she realized the enemy culprits were steadily becoming more efficient at evading the elves’ long-range attacks, and she was not the only platoon leader who was taking notice of the fact. 

Thranduil glanced at the Reptilian that managed to slip through her arrows, and he remained on the ground with his swords in hand, ready to strike down the beast before it could land on his feet. 

However, right when the culprit was about to be within the reach of his sword, a massive fire blast caught up the malevolent creature in the air, making it drop to the ground in excruciating pain.

The Reptilian was silenced promptly when a combat knife of sorts was thrown from afar and jabbed into the creature’s head as the flames consumed its deceased body.

Furthermore, the attack seemed to have spooked other Reptilians nearby, as they opted to target other Elven combatants in their surroundings rather than risk the same agonizing fate.

The Reptilian commander growled lowly, seemingly recognizing the one foe who had instigated such a blunt attack.

...

Thranduil instinctively raised his arm and stepped back slightly when the fire blast hit. Moreover, his hair was momentarily blown away by the force that followed right after.

Once the fireburst faded, he took a brief look at the fallen corpse of the Reptilian that had meant to attack him, then looked in the direction the knife was thrown from, finding a familiar sight.

There she was, the Lady of Fire in the flesh.

And Eru, even in the heat of battle, she sure liked making an entrance, he should add.

...

Reiya was steadily walking towards the king’s spot in a rather ominous manner as she finally decided to join the fight. The distinctive scarlet tone was already latent in her shimmering eyes, and her fëa grew more powerful with each step.

Her sudden reappearance came as an uplifting reminder to all the elves putting their lives on the line at that moment—They now had a Krisha fighting on their side.

Thranduil followed the female monarch with his gaze as she walked towards the fallen Reptilian and carefully removed her combat knife from its deceased body. Furthermore, the fire in the corpse did not harm her skin nor burn her clothes, as expected for someone who could command the flames with such mastery.

Another Reptilian that happened to be close attempted his luck and came running at full speed towards the Xandorian queen with fangs on display.

However, Reiya rapidly imbued one of her scimitar swords with fire and impaled the beast’s head with her blade right through its mouth before it could reach her; no mercy shown in her strike whatsoever.

The Reptilian’s limbs dropped lifeless, and its deceased body fell to the ground right after she retrieved the flaming blade.

Reiya momentarily shifted her attention towards the king before making any further moves, her gleaming scarlet eyes giving off that enchanting but ominous aura that could make anyone paralyzed with fright.

Thranduil opted to look at her silently as his mind wandered. 

There it was again—the same outrage she displayed towards Loitar’s minions that night at Imladris when they had yet to speak. The sight served as a memento that this war was personal for her, and she was more than ready to do her part in it, no matter how difficult or ruthless.

The king, for one, was glad he did not stand as the object of her wrath at that moment in particular.

Thus, Thranduil nodded at the female monarch, seemingly encouraging her to continue doing her thing as she saw fit.

Reiya nodded back at him in acknowledgement, then she proceeded to walk towards the center grounds.

...

Once the Xandorian queen reached the intended spot, she raised her hands and began shooting more fire blasts at different areas in the field while using her swords and other fire spells to eliminate Reptilians in close proximity.

Moreover, she was controlling the flames in such a manner that they would evade the Elven combatants and only hit their enemy culprits.

The Mirkwood elves on the ground were initially taken aback by the sudden surges of fire passing by them but soon continued fighting their opponents normally when they realized the fire wouldn’t harm them.

The Xandorian elves—already used to fighting alongside their queen in her Krisha form—did not blink an eye at the sight of the fire, as they had long gained complete trust in her abilities in such moments. 

Thranduil, who had initially kept a close eye on the female monarch out of caution, shifted his full attention back to the Reptilians and resumed his own fighting when he figured his troops would remain safe in the presence of the queen’s outrageous power.

Reiya’s fire blasts did not always hit the Reptilians’ weak spots fully or directly, but they would still burn their skin and inflict a substantial amount of pain that had them moving recklessly and leaving themselves vulnerable to more hits—an advantage that highly favored the elves at the time.

And so, the battle transpired in similar fashion for an extended duration, with Thranduil and Reiya leading the Elven troops as the major players on the field.

…

The Xandorians’ intelligence on how to effectively eliminate their Reptilian foes had been game-changing for the elves, as the enemy lines were steadily decreasing in size.

Nevertheless, the Reptilians still had plenty of numbers to spare by a large margin, which meant the Elven combatants had to work harder and longer to finish them off and keep up.

Furthermore, Elves—often considered superhuman by the standards of men—still had their own limits to deal with, and many of the Elven combatants on the field were already reaching theirs, it seemed. 

Several of their troopers had already been bitten by Reptilians, and some even dropped to their knees due to mere exhaustion or the effects of the creatures’ poison altogether.

Fortunately, those affected were either able to self-administer the antidote to counter the lethal substance, or they were promptly attended by the healers onsite as the Xandorian Spellcasters continued to provide their magic protections.

Thranduil was relieved that Elven lives had been spared up until that point thanks to their contingency measures in place. Nevertheless, the fact still remained that many of his and Reiya’s subjects were already fatigued by the battle, and they wouldn’t be able to keep up their pace much longer.

To make matters worse, the major enemy culprit in the field was still roaming free—the Reptilian Commander himself.

The massive beast kept evading their attacks with its invisibility trick, and it had yet to reveal the full extent of its abilities, to the king’s dismay.

The devious Reptilian was certainly up to no good, but they had no way of figuring out its intent unless the creature did something different other than slipping through their attacks all the goddamn time.

It seemed like they would have no other choice but to attempt eliminating the beast before getting to that point of knowledge, but how could they tackle it down in the first place?

Thranduil was weighing their options while fighting, as all the predicaments in question laid before him.

Reiya was seemingly doing the same thing, judging from the calculating gazes she would direct at the Reptilian commander in between her own respites.

He had no idea what was going through the Xandorian queen’s mind at that moment, but his only hope was that they would come up with a tactic to stop the hideous beast before casualties turned unavoidable on their side.

A/N: Right in the middle of it all!

Uff! This one was action-packed and considerably mute dialogue-wise too! 

Battle chapters are always a trip to write and read, but we made it! lol There is a lot going on, but every conflict eventually subsides, doesn't it? :) 

Stay tuned for the final showdown of this battle in the next and last chapter of the three-part special. The action will continue for sure, but dialogue will be much more prevalent at that point!

Hopefully, the conclusion to this pivotal event will be satisfactory and worth the wait n_n (I am already on it!).

A canon note on Elves and battle cries:

While Tolkien's Elves did not make elaborate battle speeches like Men did (for instance, Theoden's "Death!" speech and Aragorn's speech at the Black Gate), they did emit battle cries throughout several wars. See a couple of iconic examples of battle cries voiced by Elves, according to Tolkien lore.

• Aurë entuluva! ("Day shall come again!") - King Fingon (Second High King of the Noldor) voiced this battle cry when he welcomed the armies of his brother Turgon. They were hoping to defeat Morgoth in the Fifth Battle of Beleriand (also known as 'The Battle of Unnumbered Tears') but were ultimately defeated and forced to retreat, leaving many casualties behind. (J.R.R. Tolkien, Christopher Tolkien (ed.), The Silmarillion, "Quenta Silmarillion: Of the Fifth Battle: Nirnaeth Arnoediad")

• Kinslayers! - This term was often used by Elves (particularly the Noldor) when fighting other Elves, voicing the tragic nature of such conflicts. 

• Ecthelion! - This battlecry was associated with the Elves of Gondolin. Furthermore, Ecthelion himself was an Elf-lord of Gondolin who survived the Battle of the Unnumbered Tears. He was also leader of the People of the Fountain; slayer of Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs; and the Warden of the Great Gate of Gondolin at one point. (https://tolkiengateway.net/wiki/Ecthelion)

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Chapter Text

- At Mirkwood –

The Elven troops were notably running low on strength, arrows, medicine, and other crucial resources needed to sustain their fight against the Reptilian foes. Pressed by these shortages, they quickened their pace, striving to bring the daunting battle to a decisive end once and for all.

Hence, to ensure victory, they needed not only to eradicate the enemy forces but also to defeat their formidable leader—the Reptilian commander.

The large beast continued evading attacks with its troublesome disappearing quirk. Yet, Thranduil gradually discerned the creature’s timing and movement patterns through keen observation.

Following that lead, the king was about to summon some of his elite combatants to confront the enemy culprit and attempt a series of tactics to eliminate him for good. However, Reiya seemed to come up with a plan of her own as well.

She stopped casting her fire spells and steadily made her way towards the grove up north, which happened to be one of the Reptilian leader’s concealing spots when evading attacks. Moreover, she resorted to fighting off enemies in her path without using her Krisha power, hinting some degree of desired stealth for the task. 

Furthermore, Reiya did not call for any help or support during her relentless pursuit, implying she intended to take down the large Reptilian on her own.

Thranduil suppressed a sigh at the realization.

That hasty elleth and her recklessness.

He would typically have discouraged anyone in his troops from facing a beast of such prowess unaided.

But then again, Reiya was a Krisha.

That fact alone set her apart from the rest of the Elven combatants on the field, as he was aware. Thus, if there were a single elf amongst them that stood a chance against that hideous creature on their own, it was her, no doubt.

Despite his wariness, Reiya now stood much closer to the enemy commander.

Thus, he saw no point in the two of them charging in blindly, so he opted to study the queen’s approach and gather any insight he could on the culprit. 

Still, if anything were to happen to her during such a perilous endeavor…

Suddenly, a strange discomfort stirred in his chest.

What is this wretched feeling?

The king’s eyes wandered in a moment of uncertainty as his mind sank into the shadows of hinted calamity; however, he refocused on his surroundings quickly when more Reptilians came down to attack.

Thranduil proceeded to slay them all in an efficient manner, and his mind cleared.

No… He would not give leeway to such grim thoughts, nor entertain any glimpse of tragedy involving the female monarch. All he could do at the time was observe closely and wait.

Following that lead, the king continued to fight Reptilians on the field while sparing an eye out for the female monarch as another decisive clash was about to take place.

…

Meanwhile, Reiya reached the northern grove without resorting to her Krisha power, choosing instead to fight off enemies through other means in order to keep her presence concealed. Once there, she took cover behind a tree trunk and retrieved a chain weapon from her waistband, counting down silently in her mind as she readied herself.

The Reptilian commander suddenly reappeared in a nearby spot, just like she expected.   

Without further ado, the queen launched her dart chain at his head, hoping to eliminate him in one move, but the beast quickly caught the dart with his feral hand before it could strike.

Moreover, he growled and turned towards her hiding spot, giving a glimpse of his enhanced senses.

Reiya frowned at the beast’s reaction. 

Figures. Taking down the enemy commander wouldn’t be so easy after all.

The large Reptilian was about to pull his disappearing quirk yet again, but Reiya rapidly spun the chain in circular motions, wrapping it around the creature’s neck and wrist before it could move.  

The enemy commander vanished, but the chain remained locked in place as he roared and thrashed, reappearing and disappearing repeatedly while trying to free himself from the queen’s weapon.

Reiya was surprised but held firm, realizing the large Reptilian’s gimmick had an apparent flaw.  

She knew her grip wouldn’t last long given the creature’s superior strength. Yet, the queen refused to let the chain go as she contemplated next moves. The task proved to be quite challenging though, given her foe’s massive frame.

…

The loud roars drew attention from Elven and Reptilian combatants alike.

The elves widened their eyes, trying to figure out what to do as the Xandorian queen took on the large beast alone.

Thranduil, who had been watching closely since Reiya moved to engage the foe, raised an eyebrow at the revelation of the invisibility’s flaw. Zila, having taken a glimpse while directing her Spear-maidens, also noticed.

It seemed the Reptilian commander could vanish to the eye, but his physical presence remained.

Thus, Thranduil figured the creature had evaded their attacks before mainly by moving fast enough while invisible.

This was crucial intel indeed—if his assumptions were correct, they could time and aim their attacks to strike and potentially defeat the enemy commander.

Despite his reservations, Reiya’s recklessness had clearly paid off, as her actions exposed a critical weakness in the Reptilian leader’s abilities, and she was able to partially restrict his movements. Yet, her grip on the beast wouldn’t hold much longer, judging by the unfolding scene.

Suddenly, the lesser Reptilians rushed to Reiya’s location, attempting to free their commander, but Thranduil reacted swiftly and voiced instructions.

“Troops! Stop those malevolent creatures in their tracks and continue disposing of them just like before. Do not let them reach Lady Reiya’s spot!”

The elves followed promptly, stopping most of the attackers in their charge, but some still managed to slip through.  

…

Reiya’s eyes widened as she noticed more Reptilians approaching from the south. The enemy commander took advantage of her brief distraction, tugging the chain forcibly and dragging her to the ground.

She gasped but held fast to the chain with one hand while grabbing a nearby rock with the other. Knowing her concealment was gone, the queen shifted back into her Krisha form and sprang into action.

Thus, her eyes turned shimmering scarlet as she ran over one of the side trees and chanted:

“Nár Urya! (Enflame!)”

The chain burst into flames at her command, and the fire reached the beast’s skin as it thrashed wildly. She then voiced another chant to press the attack.

“Mahtalë North! (Battle Charge!)”

Propelled by blazing fire, she pushed the commander’s body into the ground and northward.

Reiya was on her way to strike the enemy commander with one of her swords, but her attention was pulled away when the other Reptilians drew near.

To make matters worse, the Reptilian commander suddenly broke her chain as his strength surged, then he charged at her with deadly intent just as the others closed in.

Things felt dire, yet fast.

Thus, the Xandorian queen reassessed the situation as quickly as her Krisha instincts allowed.

Though her combat skills were formidable, she couldn’t eradicate both the enemy commander and that many underlings with her swords alone, nor could she deliver enough fire blasts to take all of them down at such close range.

She could have deployed other prominent spells in her arsenal to fight the malevolent creatures off, but those chants were far too destructive to be unleashed in such a green area.

With few options left, Reiya opted to summon her force field in an attempt to repel the Reptilians away, even though she doubted the defensive move would be enough to stop the enemy commander’s charge.

Yet, right before she acted, translucent magic barriers appeared, enclosing the enemy commander in a capsule of sorts and forming a wall to keep the Reptilian underlings from reaching her location.

The creatures crashed against the outer barrier, pounding it in vain, while the enemy commander roared as he raged wildly within his enclosed confinement.

The outer barrier surrounded the whole area where she and the massive beast stood, and the translucent walls extended further back at one point.

Some of the Reptilians on the outside attempted to jump over the protective ward. However, the creatures were quickly taken down by a round of arrows before they were able to cross over.   

Reiya remained still as realization struck—she had been shielded from the enemy’s clash. Moreover, a quick glance at the translucent walls confirmed what she already knew: the protective barrier was the handiwork of the Xandorian Spellcasters.

Then, following the direction of the arrows’ path, Reiya spotted Tauriel poised with her bow among the treetops to the east, joined by other long-range combatants at her side.

“We’ve got you, my lady.” Tauriel voiced out loud, confident the Lady of Fire would understand her words even across the distance.

Reiya offered an approving smile to them and nodded in acknowledgment.

‘Your Majesty…’

The queen’s eyes widened slightly at the sound of the familiar male voice resonating through her mind.

‘Súlion?’ she responded silently, instantly recognizing the voice of the Spellcaster lieutenant. ‘You are using a mind-link spell, I see… These magic barriers—they are your work, I presume?’

‘Yes, my lady,’ came the reply. ‘A group of us cast them. The rest of my platoon remains on the field, holding the line and protecting the healers as we speak.’

Wishing to confirm his statement, Reiya turned her gaze westward, where she spotted Súlion standing with several of his fellow Spellcasters. Each of them had one arm outstretched in her direction, holding the protective barriers from afar, their focus unbroken even despite the chaos surrounding them.

‘That being said,’ Súlion continued through the mind-link, ‘the capsule containing the large Reptilian will only last for a couple of minutes at most. Unfortunately, that beast is far too strong for the magic restraints we could muster under the current conditions.’ Súlion explained. ‘Still, the outer barrier should suffice to keep the lesser Reptilians at bay while you engage their leader in combat. Captain Tauriel and her squadron are also positioned to provide cover should any of them attempt to reach you again.’ His tone remained steady, but the underlying urgency was unmistakable.

‘Understood,’ the queen said, casting a cautious glance at the Reptilian commander.

As noted, the magic capsule containing him now bore cracks along its surface—fissures unseen before. Nevertheless, the formidable creature remained tightly confined within its boundaries.

‘I fear this is the extent of the support we can offer for now, your majesty,’ he added with a note of regret. ‘Still, we hope it serves your efforts up there—even if only in some small way."

‘Your assistance will help more than plenty, lieutenant. Well done, all of you.’ Reiya stated with an approving smile.

‘No need to thank me, my lady. I live to serve.’ The lieutenant responded with an assuring smile of his own. ‘Though, to be fair, most of the credit belongs to King Thranduil.’

‘Oh?’ Reiya raised an eyebrow. ‘What do you mean?’

‘The whole joint countermeasure to keep the Reptilians away from you at a distance was his idea. He came up with it on the spot.’ Súlion pointed out.

‘It was?’ Reiya inquired in a surprised manner.

“Yes, my lady. Quite the impressive feat, if you ask me, given all the ruckus going on down here. No worries, though—Lord Thranduil is keeping things under control on our side of the field as we speak.” Súlion reassured her.

Reiya’s eyes widened slightly at his words.

Thranduil… Was he truly commanding the ranks and watching over her all at the same time?

Taking advantage of the respite granted by her subjects, the queen allowed her Krisha form to fade and gazed across the battlefield through the translucent magic walls.

Just as Súlion had hinted, the enemy’s numbers were now even with their own. Furthermore, she spotted Thranduil standing on elevated ground surrounded by a shield wall of Mirkwood soldiers, as he assessed the whole field in calculating fashion.  

One Reptilian managed to jump over the wall of soldiers to go after the king, but Thranduil’s sharp reflexes kicked in, and he dispatched the creature with his sword fairly quickly.

Reiya’s lips parted slightly, realizing how much work the king was putting in at the time.   

Seemingly sensing her gaze upon him, Thranduil raised his face in her direction and their eyes met in the midst of all the chaos.

The king’s stoic expression softened ever so slightly as he acknowledged her presence.

Then, without warning, his earlier words echoed in her mind.

“We will also be there with you, to whatever end.”

Almost as if echoing that vow in real time, Thranduil’s expression turned resolute and he gave her a firm, reassuring nod.

Reiya’s features partially relaxed at the gesture, and her lips curled into a faint smile barely visible for the world to see, but prominent enough for the king to take notice.

Suddenly, Súlion’s voice broke the moment:

‘Your majesty, apologies for disrupting your thoughts, but it is time to refocus. That large Reptilian is close to breaking out of our magical restraints.’

‘Right.’ The queen merely responded as she turned her attention towards the enemy commander with a hardened expression.

Thranduil folded his arms in Elvenking fashion and looked at the female with honed focus, proceeding to observe her next moves closely once again.

Furthermore, the Spellcaster lieutenant voiced one last statement for his queen before he ceased contact.

‘We will handle everything else here, my lady. You go ahead and get rid of that menace!’ He concluded with an assertive tone.

‘I most definitely intend to, lieutenant.’ The queen responded in the same manner while her sharp gaze remained on the enemy.

The massive Reptilian broke an arm free out of the magic enclosure as he moved rampantly.

Steading herself, Reiya’s eyes turned shimmering scarlet, and she proceeded to grow her fëa in anticipation.

“Ramba Nár! (Wall of Flames!)” At her command, a blazing barricade of fire ignited high above, spanning the space over her and the beast. It extended outward, reaching the full perimeter of the surrounding magic wall.

Suspended in the air, the fiery cover served a dual purpose—blocking the Reptilians outside from descending in, and preventing the Reptilian commander from escaping upward.

Upon further contemplation, Reiya believed she understood Thranduil’s tactical measures in that crucial moment.

His orders had cleared the path so she could confront the Reptilian commander without distractions or risk to the Elven ranks. In turn, she could now wield the flames more freely.

The king’s strategic foresight deserved merit, as his commands were steadily paving the way to victory.

In any case, Thranduil and the other Elven combatants had already played their part in helping to neutralize the enemy leader. Now, it was time for the Krisha within her to be unleashed.

Thus, the final remnants of the magical capsule shattered, and Reiya stepped forward to face the towering Reptilian leader as he growled ominously.

The queen met his gaze, unfazed. “You have nowhere to hide, beast,” she declared, drawing out her scimitar swords.

She then uttered a spell, and the blades ignited in flames. “I will be your opponent now.” Reiya commanded as she pressed on.

With a thunderous roar, the beast charged back.

And so, their duel began in full force—his claws and poisonous fangs clashing against the swift arcs of her flaming swords. Though his strength far outweighed hers, the Lady of Fire used her Elven speed and spells to evade and strike back whenever possible.

Given the beast’s abnormal physical prowess, she wished to avoid a prolonged fight, seeking a decisive opening instead.

That opening came swiftly when the massive Reptilian lost sight of her as she dodged an attack. Seizing the chance, Reiya leapt onto the beast’s tail and plunged her blades into his back and head—the two vital points in the Reptilian anatomy.  

She spun back as the beast screamed in pain and launched a powerful fire blast at him in a finishing blow.

“Burn into the pits of hell, vile creature.” Reiya stated with an assertive tone as she allowed the fire to consume the corpse that was soon to emerge.

Quiet smiles and approving glances rippled across the Elven ranks following the decisive blow, as many of them bore witness.

Thranduil stood still, awaiting confirmation on the final outcome. His expression was unreadable—save for a faint glimmer in his eyes that hinted regard for the queen’s alleged triumph.

Meanwhile, Reiya proceeded to walk into the fading fire to retrieve her swords from the creature’s body. However, a sudden movement stopped her in her tracks.

Without warning, the beast rose, flames flicked away by its tail. It tore the swords from its back and hurled them at the queen with terrifying force.

Reiya gasped, but she dodged the flying blades just in time. Rolling back to retrieve them, she crouched into a ready stance, but visibly confused.

Puzzlement spread amongst the Elven platoon leaders as they watched the scene in shock.

Thranduil’s arms unfolded, his eyes widening. ‘What in Arda?’ he thought, perplexed.

The Reptilian commander should have been dead. That blow, that fire—it should have ended him.

Bent on seeing her task through, Reiya resorted to other moves in her arsenal.

Thus, she launched fire spheres, but the large Reptilian swatted them aside with ease. She darted in again, chanting her blazing charge, lighting the enemy’s arm aflame. But even that fire died with a gust of wind from the beast, who let out a guttural, mocking laugh.

The queen narrowed her eyes, heart pounding.

Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

Every other Reptilian had burned under her Krisha spells, even when they didn’t strike vital areas. But this creature—he was untouched. No scorched skin. No pain. No scars from her flaming chain. Nothing.

Then came the dreadful realization.

Loitar had made that Reptilian leader immune to fire.

Worse still was the creature’s inexplicable resistance to what should have been fatal blows. Reiya was certain she had struck the Reptilian’s vital points, and yet the beast remained standing.

Her expression shifted—frustration mixed with unease, as she realized her fire spells would have no effect on the enemy culprit, and the targeted vital points on his body now rendered obsolete.

Meanwhile, Thranduil watched closely from afar, his demeanor shifting as he recognized her peril.

His mind, generally cool and collected, desperately seeking countermeasures to resolve the growing adversity—and his heart, though usually well-guarded, now beating harder for her, the elleth who had stirred something deep within him; nameless, hidden, unspoken.

Thranduil fought to resist the dire thoughts clouding his mind. And yet, the Lady of Fire stood at the edge of a storm all the same.

Thus, the grim admission took root—unwelcome—as peril whispered within him like a grim void taking shape.

Reiya was in great danger.

A/N: Deep in the grind 

Yeah, I know—the battle against the Reptilians stretched way longer than I originally intended, lol. To be fair though, most of the parts in this multi-chapter special are actually much shorter than other chapters of the story.

Honestly, I preferred splitting the battle into shorter chapters to allow for more breaks and suspense in between parts. Adding to that, battle chapters take more time and effort to craft (at least for me), so breaking them up made the writing process much more manageable.

Anyhow, you’ll be glad to know this special concludes with the latest part posted at this time (Part 6), so no more waiting to see how it all ends. That said, feel free to read at your own pace!

A quick heads up on my author notes moving forward:

Excepting the occasional remark or reference to lore / movie stuff, some of the upcoming chapters will not contain author notes, mainly because I’ve already covered most of the groundwork for this story on earlier ones.

Still, if anything’s unclear or you’re curious about something, feel free to ask in the comments! I’m always happy to chat, clarify things, or even tweak older chapters now and then for anyone doing a re-read.

Now, on to the story:

Yes, our fiery queen is in a brink at the moment, but do not forget Thranduil is still in the game!

Just continue reading and see for yourself :) 

Chapter Text

- At Mirkwood –

Reiya’s shimmering scarlet eyes reverted back to their natural, vivid green as she faded out of her Krisha form. Her fire spells no longer worked on the Reptilian commander, and even the precise strikes she’d aimed at his vital points now yielded nothing. Worse still, she could no longer tell which parts of his body remained vulnerable.

The massive beast roared and lunged again, but Reiya sprang back, evading the attack with precise footwork and a guarded stance. The Elven ranks were still holding the line against the other Reptilians—and she refused to burden them further by failing to defeat the enemy commander when it mattered most.

Steeling herself, Reiya gripped her twin scimitars tighter, recalling centuries of sword training since she was an elfling. Fire magic had always been her greatest gift, but it had failed now, so she would have to rely on weapons and combat skills alone.

Her heart was steady as courage filled her spirit.

‘I’d rather die than forsake my people. If I fall battling this menace, so be it. I’ll do it gladly—for their sake.’

Thus, she stepped forward, no longer glowing with magic but fully focused, swords ready. The commander was massive and far stronger than her. She could feel his power overwhelming her with every strike. And yet, she persisted.

…

Meanwhile, the rest of the elves continued their resistance against the enemy forces.

The platoon leaders watched Reiya’s fight nervously. She slashed at the commander, stabbing and cutting wherever she could. His tough scales cracked and bled, but he refused to fall, relentless.

Thranduil observed from the edge of the battlefield, eyebrow furrowed, as concern deepened—Reiya was fighting alone, without Krisha power or support. The commander could crush her with ease.

Despite calamity’s advance, his focus sharpened.

He would not let the Xandorian queen be taken—not by tragedy, not today. Thus, the Lord of Mirkwood raised a hand and signaled. “Tauriel! Focus all ranged attacks on the large Reptilian!”

The captain nodded, then prompted her fellow platoon members to follow. “You all heard the king. Aim your bows!”

Multiple arrows were shot from the treetops at her command, but the massive Reptilian twisted and swung his tail, blocking every shot.

Thranduil’s lips gritted in dismay. ‘Seriously? How many abilities does that vile creature possess?’ The king pondered as he continued weighing their options.

Nearby, Zila narrowed her gaze when she noticed the danger threatening the queen’s life. This wasn’t just about duty—it was about Reiya, the elleth she had trained and mentored since childhood.

Thus, her focus shifted to the primary task the Xandorian Spear-maidens had trained for since the moment they swore their oath:

‘Defend the queen, no matter the cost, even if our lives are lost or crossed. For she’s the soul that keeps us whole—without her, shadow veils us all.’

With those words echoing in her mind, the royal commander surged into action.

“Captain Bara,” Zila called as she assembled her senior ranks, “take half the Spear-maidens and guard the magic barrier with everything you have. We cannot let the Reptilians breach it—our queen’s life depends on it, and the Spellcasters cannot hold it on their own for much longer.”

Bara nodded sharply. “Understood, commander. On it!” she stated with a determined glance before she made way.  

Zila then turned to Captain Norel. “You and the rest of the Spear-maidens come with me. We should reach Súlion. The queen needs our help, now.”

“Yes, commander!” Norel responded in similar fashion.

With that, they set off towards the group of Spellcasters keeping the magic barrier in place and ran straight into their lieutenant as they dispatched attackers along the way.

“Súlion!” The royal commander called.

“Zila?” He responded, surprised to see Spear-maidens making their way into his ranks.

“Could you allow my platoon through the magic barrier? We need to get to the queen as quickly as possible.” The commander stated with an urgent tone.

Súlion shook his head. “The idea also crossed my mind, commander. Yet, I’m afraid I cannot allow it, for our queen’s own sake.” He emphasized. “If we open the barrier for you, those other Reptilians in the surroundings will swarm through the first chance they get.” He explained.

“So I’m aware. That is why I ordered a group of Spear-maidens to get ahead and help clear the site as we speak. Is the measure not enough to make for a safe passage?” Zila inquired.

“I’m afraid not.” Súlion responded with a cautious a voice. “An increasing number of Reptilians have been making their way into the barrier site, as you know.” He explained. “Your Spear-maidens are capable warriors; however, the Reptilian forces in the area vastly outnumber your platoon.”

Zila looked to the floor with a conflicted expression, acknowledging the risks in the lieutenant’s honest assessment.

“What are we to do then, commander? We cannot abandon our queen to dire fate.” Norel remarked.

“And we won’t.” Zila responded with unyielding fortitude. “We’ll have to jump the barrier ourselves and defend Lady Reiya our way.”

“Agreed.” Norel responded firmly.

“Good. We move fast then, no hesitation!” Zila stated in an assertive manner.

“May the Valar reward your efforts, commander.” Súlion remarked with an encouraging tone.

“And may they continue aiding yours, lieutenant.” She responded.

And so, all of them proceeded.

Once they cleared a path through the enemy ranks, the Spear-maidens reached the magic barrier and promptly sheathed their weapons for greater ease of movement.
Then, in seamless unison, they vaulted over the translucent wall with swift, practiced motions and rushed to Reiya’s aid.

Thranduil observed the relentless female warriors from the moment they decided to act, silently commending their commitment to protecting the Xandorian queen.

Yet, before any of them could reach the female monarch, an unexpected sight brought the entire group to a halt, shocking everyone to the core.

…

Back on the northern grove, Reiya had been fighting the Reptilian commander with all her might. And yet, despite all her effort—blade strikes, footwork, even bursts of fire that had done little—she couldn’t find a way through the beats’s defenses.

Then, without warning, the large Reptilian lunged and grabbed her leg, swinging her to the ground with brutal force.

Her scream echoed as the hard surface rushed up to meet her and her sight faded to black.

All platoon leaders gasped.

“My queen!” Zila cried out as she and her Spear-maidens pressed forward. Yet, they all remained far.

From where he stood, Thranduil froze.

Time slowed. His eyes widened. Lips parted. Breath spiked. The world went completely silent, and for a moment, he felt as if his fëa left him.

 His chest tightened as a cold dread gripped him, and the weight of helplessness settled in his chest like stone.

Reiya—the fervent queen and valiant warrior, thrown like a broken doll. The sound of her body hitting the earth echoed louder than the roar of battle.

No... She couldn’t fall. Not like this. Not now.

Then, as if by miracle, the queen’s chest rose, slow and steady. A glimmer of hope.

She was still alive.

Thranduil exhaled deeply, the weight in his chest easing with quiet relief. Yet, his features distorted abruptly when he found the beast again with a lethal gaze—still poised to strike, still intent on hurting the female monarch.

His jaw clenched—teeth grinding, eyes flickering. The grip on his sword tightened as something feral surged within him.

It was anger—deep, old, and buried beneath centuries of control. A primal flare that rarely surfaced. The kind of wrath that rose when something sacred to him was on the brink of being taken.

That beast had almost erased Reiya from existence.

Scorn!

The hideous creature loomed above her, jaws parting wide as it poised to deliver the finishing blow. Yet, before it could strike, Thranduil’s command rang clear throughout the battlefield, determined and sharp: “Spellcasters, attack!”

Fully aware of the king’s intended target, Súlion conveyed instructions through the mind-link spell, prompting the offensive units of his platoon into immediate action.

Magic bolts erupted towards the Reptilian commander, striking his armored scales with little effect—but enough to force him back. Still, Thranduil refused to leave fate to chance, issuing further commands with clear purpose.

The time had come to end this whole ordeal. He had enough.

 “All platoons, to the northern grove! We make our last stand there!” The king ordered.

The elves responded to his call without hesitation. Close-range combatants moved swiftly towards the site, while their long-range counterparts focused their attacks on the remaining Reptilians in the area.

And thus, the Lord of Mirkwood blended into the Elven ranks, moving swiftly throughout the charge.  

…

Reiya’s eyelids fluttered open, every inch of her body aching, and her ears ringing with a dull, grating sound. Yet, the moment she saw the Reptilian commander charging at her once again, instinct surged, and she moved before thought could form.

In an instant, she plunged one of her swords into his raised hand and twisted hard.

The beast screamed, dropping her and throwing her across the ground.

She landed roughly but forced herself up, sore and breathing hard.

Yet, the Xandorian queen charged with renewed determination, driving the commander back again and again.

The beast was slightly bloodied now, but still moving. Then, his roar shifted at one point, rising into a terrible, high-pitched shriek. The sound tore through the forest like a knife through butter.

Elves clapped their hands over their ears, some collapsing in pain. Tauriel and many of her platoon members stumbled, briefly paralyzed by the sound.

Reiya’s Krisha magic had lessened its effect on her somehow, even though the noise still rang in her ears. Gritting through the discomfort, she pushed herself up and took in the chaos around her.

Then realization struck—the enemy commander’s shrieking roar was a signal, summoning all remaining Reptilians on the field to converge in unison towards Reiya’s spot. They gathered into a single, relentless assault, pounding the magic barrier without pause in a desperate attempt to break through.

Once recovered, Tauriel and her platoon unleashed a frantic volley of arrows at the onslaught, firing until their quivers emptied. With no arrows left, they drew their blades and plunged into the fray, rushing to aid their comrades—though they still stood at a distance from the grove.

Without cover from the long-range combatants, the spellcasters’ strength dwindled rapidly as they struggled to maintain the barrier against the surging horde. Mirkwood soldiers surged forward to bolster the defense, doing all they could to hold the line—but their efforts were not enough.

Eventually, the barrier gave way, and the beasts poured through.

Zila and her Spear-maidens fought fiercely to repel the onslaught, but many of the malevolent creatures broke past them and charged straight for the queen.

Reiya stood alone now, surrounded. She fought without hesitation, using sword and fire to cut down as many as she could. But the numbers were overwhelming, and the enemy commander was still after her.

She burned a group of foes away with a fire blast, then turned just in time to see the large Reptilian leaping at her.

Too close to dodge. Too fast, even for her Elven and Krisha faculties.

She crossed her blades before her, bracing for the blow, as injury and pain would likely follow.

The queen shut her eyes in dire anticipation.

Then—

A clanging sound.

Steel had met claw.

Reiya’s eyes fluttered open, her vision sharpening just enough to catch a familiar sight: long silver-blonde locks flowing over a leaf-patterned blue cape draped across broad shoulders—Thranduil’s back, firmly positioned in front of her.

His sword was locked against the large Reptilian’s claws, holding firm as both opponents pushed, locked in a tense standoff.

Reiya’s eyes widened as she realized the Elvenking had come to her aid in the flesh, emerging out of nowhere, right before the beast’s ferocious strike could land.

The Reptilian commander towered over him by quite a stretch, but Thranduil—being much taller and physically stronger than she was—could better leverage his own weight against the beast.

She couldn’t make out the king’s expression from behind, but the raw anger in his voice was unmistakable.

“Pick somebody your own size, you filth!” Thranduil retorted, glaring at the enemy with a deep-set frown.

The massive Reptilian roared in retaliation, lunging to deliver a poisonous bite. But Thranduil swung his sword through the beast’s chest, carving a deep cut into its tough skin.

The enemy screamed in pain, staggering back before vanishing from sight.

Thranduil fumed as the beast resorted to its disappearing quirk yet again.

He drew the other sword and shifted into a ready stance with both blades in hand while scanning their surroundings.

“Can you still move?” the Elvenking asked—his tone slightly softer, yet firm—as he addressed the female monarch with his back still turned to her, but remaining alert.

“Yes,” Reiya replied quietly, her body lingering beneath the shelter of his tall frame.

“Good. Stay behind me and guard yourself then. That hideous creature will reappear any second now—if his tricks persist.” Thranduil remarked.

“Right,” The female monarch muttered, regaining full composure as she turned to stand back-to-back with him.

She unsheathed her twin scimitars, adopting a combat stance of her own.

For the moment, the Elven ranks had succeeded in keeping the lesser Reptilians away, granting the two monarchs a brief, but cautious respite amidst the chaos swirling around them.

Yet, despite her outward calm, Reiya’s breath was still uneven as reality settled in—she had barely escaped the enemy’s wrath a second time.

The Xandorian queen had always been ready to lay down her life for the greater good. However, readiness did not exempt her from the grim impressions of near-death instances, and this one had been far too close for comfort.  

If Thranduil hadn’t arrived when he did…

Drawing a breath, the Lady of Fire steadied herself, her voice low as she offered quiet regard to the fellow monarch.

“Thank you for the assist,” she said, her words meant for him alone.

“No need,” Thranduil answered just as softly, his tone reassuring as it met hers.

Soon after, the queen’s features hardened as she shifted her full focus to the fight and weighed their next moves.

“Loitar made that large Reptilian immune to my fire, as you know,” she said. “I struck its vital points multiple times, but the vile creature just will not fall. I’m afraid that is all the new intel I can offer for now—my attacks have done nothing.” The female monarch added with a trace of dismay.

“I beg to differ, Red Queen,” Thranduil replied—measured, yet steady, already reassessing their options.

“Huh?” she muttered, confused.

He clarified, “I know the fight has been daunting, and the chaos much too frenzied for you to take notice—but that creature has slowed down since you began landing blows.”

“It has?” Reiya blinked, surprised. “And you are certain of this how?” She inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“I just know,” the king said. “The change is subtle, but it’s there. The beast choosing to vanish now only confirms it—the damage is taking its toll.”

 Reiya widened her eyes slightly as she kept listening quietly.  

“In light of that, I suspect the large Reptilian’s vital points remain the same as the others—but tougher, likely due the influence of Loitar’s magic. Which means you’ve been wounding the enemy commander all along, but at a slower rate, given his abnormal resilience.”

“I see…” Reiya murmured in response to the king’s deductions.

She had no idea how the fellow monarch was able to discern that much from mere observation—but his logic held nonetheless.

“How do you suggest we proceed then?” the queen asked.

“Simple,” Thranduil replied. “We strike together—to wear the beast down faster until we drive it to the ground.” He tightened his grip on both blades. “Are you with me?” the king asked, his tone firm as he shot a quick glance at her over his shoulder.

Reiya took a moment to gather herself before looking ahead and answering with steady assurance.

“Absolutely.”

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- At Mirkwood –

Having agreed on a course of action, Thranduil and Reiya stood in silent vigilance, blades drawn, as the Elven ranks continued dispatching foes in their surroundings.

Then, without warning, the Reptilian commander reappeared to their right, poised to launch another attack.

However, the king reacted swiftly, prompting both him and the female monarch into motion the moment the foe emerged.

“There!”

Following his lead, the two of them charged toward the massive Reptilian at once, engaging it in lethal unison—Thranduil delivering highly precise and polished strikes, paired with Reiya’s more dynamic and pressing blows.

She kept her focus sharp as the fight raged on.

Watching the Elvenking from the sidelines was one thing, but fighting alongside him—fully aware—was an entirely different experience.

The same formidable stillness he exuded when seated upon his throne now emanated from him in battle. Though capable of astonishing speed and stealth, moving like an insidious predator slipping unseen through shadows, he remained unwaveringly grounded. His strikes were never extravagant or wasteful; each one was measured and purposeful, designed to end a fight quickly and cleanly.

At times, Thranduil was clearly at her side, charging forward in sync, their attacks weaving together in a deadly rhythm. Other moments, he would vanish entirely from her sight, so fast and silent that she could not always tell where he’d reappear next.

Early on, Reiya worried she might stumble into him, but he navigated the field with flawless precision, always clearing a path and ensuring their simultaneous strikes cut through the enemy without collision or hesitation. Fighting with him was less about ornate displays and more about relentless, efficient mastery—rooted, fierce, and utterly in control.

At last, the massive Reptilian let out a final, anguished roar as both Elven monarchs drove their blades into him in unison. Their coordinated assault landed with brutal precision, and without delay, they withdrew their swords to avoid any last-ditch attempt at a poisonous bite or clawed retaliation from the beast.

The enemy culprit collapsed to his knees, drenched in blood, wheezing from the pain, and far too weak to move. Yet, even in his final moments, his fading gaze remained fixed on his opponents, a low growl escaping his throat in stubborn defiance.

Reiya saw her opening and dashed forward, poised to deliver the killing blow.

But just before her strike could fall, the creature summoned what little strength remained and unleashed another shrill, disrupting cry—its pitch sharper and more painful than before.

Across the battlefield, Elven warriors clutched their ears in agony, some falling to their knees from the force of it. Thranduil crouched low, gripping his temple as he gritted his teeth against the piercing sound.

Though her Krisha magic shielded her from the full effect, even Reiya stumbled back, eyes shut tight as she fought to maintain balance. The beastly cry had not only disrupted their senses—it had summoned reinforcements, just like before.

The elves nearly gained the upper hand, their forces overwhelming the dwindling enemy. But with many stunned by the cry, the remaining Reptilians seized the chance to regroup. Those able to slip through the faltering Elven lines raced toward the two monarchs in a last-ditch effort to clear the way for their leader’s retreat.

As the Elven combatants struggled to recover and intercept, the two royals turned and caught sight of the incoming Reptilian host—menacing and swift—as the creatures tore through the confusion.

Adding to the chaos, the enemy commander faded from sight amidst the distraction.

The king clenched his teeth in dismay as the beast vanished unseen.

That cowardly creature and his gimmicks!

Thranduil rose quickly, still recovering from the jarring noise, while Reiya spun into a ready stance just as the enemy drove in between them, forcing the two monarchs onto opposite sides.

Calling on her Krisha form once more, Reiya resumed her fluid, relentless swordplay, chanting fire spells as she moved to strike with layered accuracy.

Thranduil followed suit, regaining deadly rhythm—sword cutting down oncoming foes with practiced force—as his mind resumed its inner workings.

Though left unspoken, he was astonished that the Reptilian commander alone had disrupted the battle's flow so profoundly, forcing him and the Lady of Fire to alter their tactics time and again. It was a grim testament to how deadly and utterly treacherous Loitar’s leading minions could be in the grind of battle.

Nevertheless, victory was still within reach and in sight. All they needed was a single stretch to cross that finish line—one more push.

It was clear that the Reptilians sought to separate him from Reiya in a desperate attempt to turn the tide. Yet, through further calculations on his part, Thranduil realized the elves could use that to their advantage—sparking the final push they needed to secure victory.

Even though the Elven combatants had gained substantial ground in the battle through their combined efforts, the ranks stood on the brink of total exhaustion, and Reiya had already taken a harsh blow when that massive Reptilian slammed her into the ground—despite her relentless will to keep fighting.

Yet, even as he vanished unseen, the enemy commander was badly wounded. That being the case, he doubted the beast would return to Loitar in defeat, given the elf-warlock’s ruthless manipulation of the mind through dark magic. Therefore, the creature was unlikely to abandon the battlefield or stray far from the fight.

Factoring in every detail, Thranduil’s mind cleared—victory demanded an individual approach, and he alone would have to eliminate the Reptilian leader once and for all.

The Elvenking snapped back to focus as four Reptilians lunged at him. Thranduil swiftly positioned his blades, ready to intercept—but the attackers were engulfed by one of Reiya’s fire blasts. She swiftly cut them down and moved to stand back-to-back with the king once again.

“They are trying to split us apart,” Reiya said, loud enough for him to hear as she continued slaying the creatures.

“Let us grant their wishes then,” Thranduil responded in a composed manner, matching her tone as he too fought off Reptilians on his side.

“What?” she retorted, glancing over with a confused expression.

“Feren! We need cover here!” the king ordered, trusting his lieutenant would be somewhere nearby, as was often the case.

Surely enough, Feren was not far behind, fighting to their left.

“Yes, my lord!” The lieutenant responded without hesitation, already signaling his platoon. “Mirkwood soldiers to the king! Shield wall!”

The company moved promptly, answering the call. They surged toward the two royals, cutting down the Reptilians leaping at them with ruthless efficiency. Blades slashed and spears thrust with calculated force, felling the enemy in swift succession. The shield wall closed in soon after—formed in perfect coordination, shields locked and spears angled outward to deter any further approach.

Even though she had already witnessed the formation from afar, Reiya found herself momentarily struck by the speed and discipline displayed by Thranduil’s soldiers. The cohesion of their ranks and the seamless way they closed in around them both spoke to long seasons of training and the deep trust they placed in their commander. It seemed her Spear-maidens were not the only Elven force to excel at battle formations after all. Yet, the surprise was fleeting.

She pivoted to face the Elvenking as his gaze found hers, his voice drawing her full attention.

“Listen closely,” Thranduil said, his tone cool and deliberate. “There’s a barren patch of land to the west of the field, not far from here. A giant spider nest once stood there, but we burned it down centuries ago. That land has been lifeless ever since. Which means,” he added, gaze fixed on her, “you can unleash your Krisha power there—without restraint.”

Reiya arched an eyebrow, wondering where the fellow monarch was going with this.

“Since they’re so intent on forcing us apart, draw those pursuing you into that arid zone and eliminate them in any way you see fit. I’ll divert the rest towards a meadow farther west and wipe them out by any means necessary as well.” The king explained.

His tone carried a finality that left no room for doubt.

“Our forces already outnumber what remains of theirs. As such, the Elven ranks should have no trouble dealing with those that remain behind. Then, once we do our parts, the battle shall end—and victory will be ours." Thranduil concluded with an assertive tone.

Reiya placed a hand on her chin, her eyes drifting briefly while she considered the king’s plan. Soon after, her arms relaxed, and her gaze returned to him with renewed focus, and she voiced concerns.

“I can see the tactical advantage your measures offer—for me and our troops alike,” she admitted with a thoughtful tone. “But I fail to comprehend how they would help you in such a scenario.” Her expression grew cautious. “What if the enemies divide unevenly in pursuit? Or worse still… what if the Reptilian leader joins the chase and decides to go after you instead?” she asked, her voice carrying quiet reluctance.

“That is precisely what I want,” Thranduil replied with unwavering confidence.

“Wait… what?” Reiya questioned, her eyebrow furrowing in confusion.

“I expect him to target me,” the king explained evenly. “He still sees me as a threat—at least in terms of physical strength. That won’t matter, though. That creature is already weakened, and I intend to exploit every flaw it has left.” His tone sharpened. “It will not rise again. I’ll make sure of it.”

Reiya’s eyes widened slightly, a part of her struggling to believe what he was proposing:

Did he actually intend to face the Reptilian commander—and any other underlings who might chase after him—by sword alone?

Granted, the beast had lost much of its strength. But even she, a Krisha, had found it difficult to subdue. Moreover, Thranduil would lack the protections her power afforded when facing that hideous creature.

Weighing the risks, she hesitated, her expression shifting into conflict.

“But… the Reptilian leader could still have tricks or abilities we’ve yet to counter. You can’t seriously be planning to take him on like this—”

“Listen to me.” Thranduil’s voice cut through hers—low, commanding, and calm. He stepped closer, narrowing the space between them, their exchange turning quietly intimate. “You have to trust me on this,” he said, his piercing gaze fixed on hers.

Reiya’s eyes widened faintly at the quiet insistence in his voice.

“For your sake—and the fates of all the others fighting under my command—I have to do this,” Thranduil said, his voice firm with conviction. Then, softening only slightly, yet unwavering in purpose, he added, “I must.”

Reiya turned her face away, her lips tightening as she struggled inwardly. Then she looked back at him, her voice barely above a murmur—but firm.

“You made a promise, Elvenking,” she reminded him with a hint of reproach, referencing the vow he’d made before the battle—that he would survive it. Yet, as she saw it, the task he was proposing threatened his very own chances at staying alive.

Thranduil, however, remained as composed as ever in the face of her uncertainty and steady in his answer.

“And I still intend to keep that promise,” he assured her. “But the task remains. You started it the moment you went to confront that beast with your own strength. Now it is my turn to finish it.” His voice rang with resolve, each word laced with determination.

Reiya lowered her gaze to the ground in silent resignation.

Her unease lingered, but Thranduil had made a fair point. She could hardly demand caution and restraint from him when she herself had gambled her own life against the claws of the enemy more than once throughout the battle, without protest on his part—as she was well aware.

Moreover, Thranduil remained the Field Commander of the Elven troops, and she was still bound to follow his lead in the battle, even when her instincts urged her otherwise.

Reiya suspected the Elvenking had more invested in this task than mere desire for victory. Whether it was pride, honor, or some unspoken statement he needed to make, she could not say.

Yet, in the end, all reasoning pointed to the same grim conclusion.

She would have to let him go.

The queen let out a deep sigh before speaking in reluctant admission.

“Very well. We fulfill our parts, then regroup,” Reiya said, her gaze still lowered. She then lifted her eyes to meet the king’s and added, “You do what you must and return as soon as the task is done. Do you hear me?” Her voice was calm but laced with caution.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of the king’s mouth—so subtle she might have missed it—before he spoke.

“Loud and clear,” Thranduil replied, glad to have the Xandorian queen on board despite her doubts. “Are you ready to proceed then?” He inquired, his features hardening as he set his mind to the task.

“Yes, I’m ready.” Reiya responded in the same manner.

“Good,” the king stated, then raised his voice. “Troops, victory lies near!” he called, before issuing instructions to the ranks per their agreed course.

The platoon leaders gave swift nods of acknowledgment, and the Mirkwood soldiers broke formation to clear a path for the two Elven monarchs.

Thranduil and Reiya darted forward toward their respective destinations, even as a wave of Reptilians surged after them in pursuit.

Reiya cast a fleeting glance over her shoulder at the king just before they each vanished into the thickening depths of the forest.

Just like Thranduil foresaw, the Reptilian commander joined the hunt—his massive frame briefly visible amongst the creatures chasing the Elvenking down.

A flicker of dread threatened to shake Reiya’s focus as she realized the monstrous beast had, indeed, chosen Thranduil as its prey. Yet she forced the thought aside, pressing forward with renewed determination, her own objective clear before her.

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- At Mirkwood –

Reiya kept her pace swift and steady as she ventured deeper into the forest, the shadows thickening around her. Soon, the barren patch Thranduil had described came into view. Just as the king had noted, the terrain was open and arid—perfect for her to unleash the full force of her Krisha power, if necessary.

Her sharp gaze flicked to the forest path ahead, where snarls and roars announced the arrival of the pursuing Reptilians. The monstrous creatures emerged in full display—jaws wide open, scales flared in menace. Ten in total, they charged forward with a fearsome growl, intent on overwhelming her.

She knew exactly which spell would end them all swiftly—one of the most devastating incantations in her arsenal, a power she rarely wielded near green areas and her own troops due to its sheer potential for destruction.

The shimmering scarlet glow ignited in her eyes.

Crouching low, she pressed a palm to the arid floor and began chanting a long Elvish incantation, never breaking her gaze from the onrushing creatures.

Bright red symbols flared from her hand, spreading rapidly across the ground until a vast magical circle inscribed with ancient Elvish runes and arcane glyphs stood complete.

When the last Reptilian crossed the threshold of the circle, Reiya stood from the ground and raised her hands high as she intoned the final command:

“Balas Rúþë! (Divine Wrath!)”

With her words, fiery portals erupted beneath the creatures, swallowing them in searing flames. Their agonized screams rent the air as the inferno consumed flesh and bone alike.

But Reiya was not finished. To ensure their complete annihilation, she unleashed another spell:

“Nár Pilin! (Fire Arrows!)”

From the very air, a bow forged of living flame materialized in her hands. She drew back and loosed a massive arrow of fire into the sky. Then, the shot split into countless smaller arrows that rained down with precision, striking the vital points of every Reptilian trapped within the circle.

One by one, the Reptilians collapsed, their bodies turning to ash.

Through the inferno, Reiya stood unharmed—for fire could not kill a Krisha.

When the last flame died away, she dispelled the magic circle and surveyed the creatures’ remains to confirm their complete elimination. Satisfied, her eyes shifted back to bright emerald green, and she set off to return to the field with haste.

…

In step with the Xandorian queen, Thranduil sprinted deeper into the dense forest, his movements measured yet swift and driven. Soon, he reached the wide meadow he had chosen as the ground to make his stand. Pausing in the center, he turned and fixed his gaze on the narrow path where the enemy would soon emerge.

From the shadowed treeline, the Reptilian commander appeared, joined by six snarling underlings. The malevolent creatures growled low, muscles tensed, resorting to their slow, predatory advance towards the Lord of Mirkwood.

Thranduil’s eyes burned with unyielding resolve as he drew his dual swords, the blades gleaming sharply in the filtered light. His grip tightened; every muscle coiled for the imminent fight.

Those wretched creatures had defiled his lands, wounded his people, and spilled the blood of his subjects—but no longer. Unlike his first encounter with Loitar’s monsters, he knew how to bring down the enemies presently threatening them. Thus, he would deliver true justice for his keep—and see every last one of them destroyed.

Almost as if to mock the Elven monarch, the Reptilian commander hissed in flawless Elvish, his voice dripping with menace:

“Cuio i ngur lín danna sí, Hîr Edhil.”
— Your life ends now, Elvenking.

Thranduil merely narrowed his eyes, unshaken by the threat, and replied with poised defiance, voice deep and resolute:

“Ú-dhaer an-íril lín, draug.”
— Not if I slay you first, beast.

With a furious roar, the massive Reptilian charged forward, teeth bared, followed swiftly by his vicious underlings. Thranduil remained composed, stepping into a forward charge himself, blades sharp and ready to deliver swift, lethal strikes to every foe.

…

Reiya emerged from the dense forest, her steps quickening upon hearing the familiar sounds of the battlefield. As she reached the clearing where the Elven troops had gathered, her keen eyes swept across the scene.

Several combatants lay sprawled on the ground, their chests rising and falling with heavy breaths, and faces pale with exhaustion or marred by fresh wounds. Around them, healers moved swiftly and with practiced grace, tending wounds with gentle hands and quietly administering antidotes to counter the Reptilian poison among the bitten.

Those still able to stand moved purposefully among the ranks—some offering support to the healers, others helping to lift and carry their injured comrades towards safety. The mood was a mix of weariness and determination, but above all, a shared feeling of ease.

Reiya’s gaze then settled on the scattered forms of the Reptilians that had lingered on the field—now motionless and defeated. The last remnants of the enemy had been vanquished.

A soft, relieved smile curved her lips. The Elven troops had prevailed.

“Your majesty!” Súlion called.

Reiya turned to the Spellcaster lieutenant as he strode towards her with a relieved grin across his sharp features. At his side also came Zila, followed closely behind by her trusted captains, Norel and Bara.

“It is a blessing to see you standing, my queen.” The Spear-maiden commander noted, her face bright with a mix of unspoken pride and deep relief.

“And triumphant,” Súlion added, eyes gleaming. “Your presence turned the tide, as always.”

Norel and Bara echoed the sentiment, bowing respectfully to the queen as faint smiles brightened their faces.

“You honor me with your devotion, friends,” Reiya said, smiling at them warmly. “But victory was not mine alone. Your efforts, and those of every soul on this field, made it possible.” She remarked in praise.  

Tauriel soon approached, her face lighting up at the sight of the queen. “You fought like a flame reborn, Lady Reiya,” she said, admiration in her voice. “It’s good to see you in decent shape.”

“And you as well, Tauriel,” Reiya replied, her smile unchanged. “Your leadership and strength helped carry us through.”

The group stood together in subtle harmony. Yet, Reiya turned her gaze across the field again, scanning the ranks, this time more sharply. 

Her expression shifted slowly—confusion crept in, followed by concern. The wounded were being tended; the troops accounted for. But one presence was missing.

Tall, silver-haired. Regal bearing. His presence should have stood out like a beacon. But he wasn’t here.

Just to make sure worry hadn’t clouded her judgement, she scanned once more, then again—to no avail. Her chest sank, composure dimming, as she realized the Lord of Mirkwood had yet to emerge.

“Tauriel,” she asked, her voice and features shifting. “Have you seen the king?”

The captain frowned slightly and shook her head. “I don’t think I have, my lady. My platoon has been helping bring supplies for the healers nonstop, so I haven’t caught sight of the king since the earlier charge.” She noted.

“I see. Do you know which meadow he was headed towards?” Reiya pressed.

“I’m afraid not.” Tauriel replied with a wondering tone.

A quiet male voice cut in, “Your majesty, if I may.”

Reiya turned to see Feren stepping forward. The lieutenant bowed slightly, composed despite the sweat and wear of battle.

“I have fought beside the king in the western reaches many times. If he followed his favored pattern, I believe I know the meadow he would have chosen to engage the enemy.”

Reiya’s eyes lit with a gleam of hope. “You know the path from here then?”

“I do, my lady.” The ellon responded.

Sensing the queen’s rising concern for the absent monarch, the four platoon leaders stepped forward, and Zila’s voice took on a more formal tone. “What are your orders, your majesty?”

Reiya regarded them in thoughtful silence as she reassessed the situation.

Right... With Thranduil gone from the field, she was now the acting Field Commander until his return. Therefore, the mantle of leadership rested on her—however briefly—and the platoon leaders stood ready, awaiting her instructions.

Having made up her mind, the queen spoke.

“Direct the troops to begin their return to the Woodland Realm. Instruct them to move carefully through the forest and remain vigilant while tending to the wounded,” Reiya instructed. “We’ve won this battle, yes—but our forces must not underestimate the unpredictable and treacherous nature of Loitar’s monsters, even now that they’ve been subdued,” she added, her tone edged with caution.

The platoon leaders nodded in acknowledgement.

“Next,” she continued, “each of you—gather two seasoned combatants amongst your ranks who can still move and wield a blade. We’ll be heading to the western meadow in search for the king.” Reiya stated.

Their expressions conveyed approval as the queen issued her final instructions.

“I am quite aware that Lord Thranduil is a capable warrior. Nevertheless, I will not stand still while his fate remains unknown.” She remarked with an assertive tone. “Are you all with me?”

“Yes, my lady!” They responded, battle-worn, but driven.

Thus, the platoon leaders moved at once to carry out Reiya’s orders.

Soon, the queen and her small company gathered, prepared for the search. With Feren leading the way, they set out from the field at a swift pace, weaving back into the dense forest.

The air felt heavier now, the trees closer, and Reiya’s thoughts darker. What if he’d been taken? What if they had outnumbered him? What if…?

Her mind recoiled at the possibilities. But no. She could not afford doubt taking over now.

Thus, the Lady of Fire exhaled slowly, narrowing her focus.

If it came to a rescue, they would be ready.

And if it came to a full-blown battle once again… she would burn every adversary into the ground.

….

The meadow stretched open ahead, quiet except for the wind moving through the grass and trees in the area.

Reiya walked at the front of the company, vigilant.

Feren moved on her right, accompanied by two senior-ranked Mirkwood soldiers. Tauriel was at her left, also with two seasoned archers at her side. Close behind, Súlion advanced with two Spellcasters accompanying him. Zila remained nearby with Norel and Bara as they kept a close eye on their surroundings.

The company slowed when multiple bodies came into view.

Six Reptilians lay dead in the clearing, their positions scattered and twisted. The ground showed signs of a recent fight—slashed grass, broken earth, blood soaking into the soil. Some of the corpses had deep blade wounds; others were scorched or partially crushed—fresh kills.

But Thranduil was nowhere in sight. Nor was the Reptilian commander.

Reiya scanned the area briefly, then gave her instructions in a cautious tone, “Search the perimeter and stay on alert.”

Feren motioned to the group, and the others followed. Tauriel and her archers moved a few paces ahead, while the rest spread out, keeping their spacing tight.

Everyone checked the surrounding bushes and trees for any sign of the absent monarch or clues to his disappearance. Then, a sudden noise rose from the plants ahead—leaves rustling, branches shifting.

At the sudden noise, Reiya’s eyes turned a shimmering scarlet and flames flared from her palms as she glared in the direction the sound had come from.

The rest of the company followed suit, drawing their weapons and taking up combat stances instantly.

The noise grew louder, leaves shifting violently, until the plants slowly parted to reveal a tall figure stepping into the clearing.

The silhouette moved with quiet authority, his silver-blond hair still catching the light despite streaks of dust and faint smudges hinting at the fight he had endured. His sapphire blue armor gleamed faintly, scratched but far from marred—each mark a testament to the battle he had conquered. Both swords rested sheathed at his waist, their edges sharp and ready.

From one hand, he dragged the massive, lifeless body of the large Reptilian—his grip firm and unshaken. Though his cloak bore a subtle tear, it did nothing to diminish the noble bearing he carried effortlessly. In his calm, sharp gaze lay the strength of a commander who had faced danger and emerged victorious.

The entire company, including the Lady of Fire herself, eased their stances and widened their eyes as realization struck—the figure emerging from the tangle of trees was none other than the Elvenking himself.

He had not only withstood the brutal confrontation but also brought a definitive end to the most dangerous foe on the field that day—the cunning Reptilian commander.

Thranduil straightened, finally looking at them.

Reiya said nothing at first, breathing out slowly in subtle relief while keeping eye contact.

He looked steady—worn but not overly wounded. His expression was calm, his stance unshaken.

Figuring the immediate danger had passed, the queen settled her posture and released her Krisha form—flames fading from her palms as her eyes shifted back to their natural bright green.

Reiya partially scolded herself for perhaps allowing worry over the missing monarch drain too much of her energy; yet, she harbored no regret for deciding to seek him out personally. After all, Thranduil’s return had been delayed far longer than anticipated, and she needed to ensure no further dangers had emerged in that span of time.

Gradually but surely, the rest of the company voiced their greetings and expressed their respects to the Lord of Mirkwood.

Feren was the first to step forward, a courteous smile softening his features as he bowed deeply. His two soldiers moved alongside him, matching his gesture. “My king,” he said quietly, his voice filled with reverence and loyalty.

Tauriel, accompanied by her two archers, followed suit, mirroring the salutation—her smile soft but radiant with relief. “We are glad to find you well, sire.”

The Xandorian subjects paid homage to the king per their customs, each performing a bow of their own.

Thranduil gave a short nod and looked over the group—a quiet gesture that, though wordless, acknowledged their allegiance.

Then, slowly, he turned his attention to Reiya, and for a moment, he simply looked at the Xandorian queen—his gaze tracing her porcelain skin, bright red hair, and emerald green eyes.

The king’s features held their usual composure, but beneath that veneer was something quieter, almost vulnerable. In the hush that followed, the clamor of the battlefield seemed to dull, giving way to the tension strung between them.

His gaze searched hers—not with the scrutiny of a commander, but with the certainty of one who needed to see her, whole and standing. No dramatic shift betrayed him, but the subtle change in his gaze spoke volumes: the guarded edges softened, his expression being caught somewhere between relief and restraint.

Reiya met his gaze, calm and unflinching—lips slightly parted, eyes wide, as she took in the fact that the king appeared to be… well enough?

Among the subjects, a few shared puzzled looks, as the silence between their monarchs was lingering longer than usual.

Then, as if to shield the vulnerability he had allowed to show, Thranduil’s voice fell with quiet wryness.

“Didn’t think I’d be followed.” The king noted with an impassive tone.

“A shift in course prompted by caution.” Reiya noted with that familiar spark—sharp and unwavering—as she regained her composure.

“Caution, huh?” Thranduil’s gaze dropped briefly to the floor, a faint smile barely visible. “Hopefully, I did not make Her Majesty too distressed in my absence?” His eyes then lifted, meeting hers with a subtle sneer.

“I did not intend on it, but His Highness kept me waiting longer than expected.” Reiya pointed out matter-of-factly, giving a slight, teasing smile—just enough to make the remark feel amicable rather than berating.

“Mere duty.” The king gestured almost imperceptibly to the field behind them. “I was taking care of some loose ends, as you can see.” His voice was low but carried an unmistakable undertone of quiet pride.

“Well, you did manage with what you set yourself to do.” Reiya’s gaze softened just for a bit, regard for his deeds clear, but wrapped in a veneer of formal respect.

“Just like I said I would.” Thranduil allowed a subtle, restrained smile, muted satisfaction flickering behind his calm expression.

Reiya pressed her lips together and looked down, taking in the king’s typical, if presumptuous, remark.

The subjects from both realms stood quietly, listening as their rulers exchanged yet another round of banter. But this instance felt… different. More private. Layered. As if their words carried meaning beyond what was spoken—deliberate and weighted, rather than mere performance.

Regardless of the undercurrents, Thranduil’s attention soon turned toward official matters.

“You and the Elven troops dispatched the remaining enemy forces, I presume?” he asked, adopting a formal tone.

“Yes, my lord,” Reiya replied in kind. “I’ve ordered our troops to begin the journey back to the realm, ensuring the wounded are tended. Those still able to fight will provide watch along the way.”

“Very well,” the king responded with approval. Then, shifting his gaze towards the others assembled, he issued a clear directive. “All of you—return to the ranks and continue providing aid as needed. Lady Reiya and I will rejoin you shortly.”

Reiya arched an eyebrow, the phrasing catching her notice. Did he mean for the two of them to stay behind on their own?

Whatever the reason, the look in Thranduil’s face suggested purpose—something important that warranted privacy.

She turned slightly and gave a brief nod to her subjects, wordlessly signaling them to comply. With respectful bows to both monarchs, the company withdrew in silence, with Feren at the front.

Once they were gone, Thranduil walked towards a raised patch of ground and began surveying the area with measured vigilance, as if to make sure no one else was watching.

Meanwhile, Reiya took a moment to absorb the weight of what had just occurred—not simply the carnage, but the extent of the king’s deeds at the time.  

Her gaze drifted over the slain creatures still scattered across the ground as her thoughts wandered. 

He actually did it. He’d brought down the Reptilian commander and countless underlings—alone—with only the sword in hand.

She did not voice it earlier, but the feat itself was… remarkable, even by high standards of combat prowess.

Then a memory played in the queen’s mind—her eyes brightened slightly, lips parting, as the recollection surfaced.

She was an elfling again, seated amongst her mentors as they recounted tales of the great elf-rulers of Middle-earth. Amid those stories, there had been one in particular told by the Blue Wizards—which, curiously enough, spoke of Thranduil himself.

According to them, the Elvenking of the Woodland Realm was said to be the greatest swordsman alive in the Third Age.

At the time, she’d dismissed it as just another tale—an exaggerated myth spun for the sake of inspiration. After all, how could an elf-ruler without a ring of power or prominent magic abilities possess such skill?

But now, ongoing events were contesting her initial assumptions, for she had seen glimpses of that myth in the king.

The first time they crossed blades in Mirkwood, when she had yet to reveal her identity.
The silent, decisive blows he dealt during the ambush on Imladris—eliminating monsters at her side before she even took notice.
And today—out here on the field—his strategic mind and combat prowess had helped turn the tide in their favor.

At first, the signs had been subtle. But the more she saw him thrive in battle, the more palpable they became.

Reflecting on it all, Reiya realized that perhaps—just perhaps—that old tale carried more truth than she’d ever cared to admit.

Then, another thought resurfaced in the queen’s mind—one that tied back to a question she had asked herself following her dinner with the fellow monarch:

What drove this elf-king?

At first, she assumed it was merely courage, since he’d shown no fear when confronted by her Krisha power. However, after witnessing the way he defended his people that day, Reiya began weighing a more fitting answer.

There was fear in him, yes—but beneath it all stirred a force far more compelling—one that rose higher and more resolute in moments of peril.

An instinct to protect—relentless, unyielding, and primal—more potent than any she had seen in other rulers.

Her gaze slowly lifted towards him as the thought took shape.

There he stood—tall, commanding—silver-blond hair stirring in the wind while piercing blue eyes scanned the land before them, focused—like a great white wolf guarding its territory.

‘So that is what you are… A fierce protector.’ Reiya discerned silently as she began to truly understand what drove the king at his core.

Assured that they were alone, it seemed, Thranduil met her gaze for a moment, then reached toward one of the pouches at his waistband.

The queen’s expression flickered with curiosity—though clarity came swiftly.

He withdrew an object and extended his arm slightly, offering her a closer look.

In his hand, he held a rare totem—dark gray in color, covered in arcane symbols that pulsed with a faint purple glow.

Reiya raised an eyebrow, recalling a similar object depicted in the Blue Wizards’ magic scroll.

Then, realization struck.

‘Wait… Is that… one of Loitar’s Cursed Stones?’

The queen’s eyes widened, and her lips parted in surprise at the sight.

Truth be told, she had reminded herself to keep an eye out for those stones during the battle, but her duel with the Reptilian commander grew so chaotic that the task slipped beyond her reach as the fight wore on.

Yet, Thranduil had managed to retrieve one of those stones amidst all that chaos?

‘But when did he…? How…?”

Suddenly, a flurry of questions stirred in the queen’s mind as she attempted to connect the dots.

Judging by the king’s covert stance on the matter, she deduced he must have come into possession of the stone while separated from the rest of the Elven combatants—herself included. Therefore, it likely occurred during his encounter with the Reptilian commander and his underlings after they gave chase.

‘The Reptilian commander…’ Reiya noted inwardly, her thoughts drifting to the enemy leader as her mind pondered.  

Thranduil was dragging the beast’s corpse back to the clearing of the meadow at the time their company arrived, wasn’t he?"

Upon further thought, that massive Reptilian had been magically enhanced far beyond the others. Moreover, she recalled the Blue Wizards speculating that Loitar could be using the Cursed Stones to augment his monsters’ abilities—a detail she’d also shared with the king when discussing their quest to collect the rare totems in secrecy.

So then… Had the Reptilian commander proven so powerful because it had been carrying one of those stones all along?

The queen raised an eyebrow as the pieces began to fall into place—though still loosely.

She wouldn’t know how accurate her deductions were until she discussed them with Thranduil later on. However, they did offer a plausible explanation for why he hadn’t returned to the field immediately after defeating the malevolent creatures on his own.

Perhaps he delayed his departure from the meadow to retrieve the rare totem without drawing attention?

Reiya was still unsure whether the king had figured out the stone’s location through mere deduction or sharp observation, but what mattered most was that he had collected a Cursed Stone, nonetheless.

That fact alone made his feats for that day all the more commendable, given the crucial role those stones were meant to play in the unveiling of Loitar’s secret hideouts.

Reiya was pulled from her thoughts when the Cursed Stone held by the king suddenly started to behave… oddly.

The pulsating inscriptions on the rare totem crept along his hand, still glowing with that ominous purple hue. In response, the skin on his hand took on a faint grayish pallor as the phenomenon unfolded.

Thranduil’s eyes flicked slightly—clearly showing a slight wave of discomfort. Still, he promptly returned the Cursed Stone to his pouch, and the markings receded. As soon as contact with the relic ceased, the color of his skin gradually returned to normal.

Reiya’s eyes widened in surprise at the strange occurrence.

Right… Those stones were brimming with dark magic. They would have to handle them with caution going forward.

Once Thranduil ensured the relic was secured and its effects had fully faded, he turned his focus back to the queen, signaling that his task was complete.

At that, Reiya exhaled softly, finally allowing herself a moment of respite.

‘It is over… This daunting battle… It is truly over now.’

She lowered her gaze for a moment, letting all of her thoughts on the Elvenking take hold.

In his first campaign as the joint leader of the Mirkwood and Xandorian forces against Loitar and his minions, Thranduil had accomplished multiple milestones: he had led the Elven troops to victory, recovered one of the Cursed Stones, and—most importantly—he had survived.

Against all odds and through every trial, the Lord of Mirkwood had actually kept his promise to her.

Reiya's gaze softened deeply as that last thought sank in.

She knew the two of them would continue to clash on matters of war and other issues in the collaborations to come—yet, as far as that day was concerned, she needed no further proof to form a fair verdict. The events spoke for themselves.

The king had fulfilled his role—flawlessly.

Settled in her assessment, Reiya strengthened her posture and shifted her gaze towards the fellow monarch again. Her expression remained composed, eyes clear and decided. Then, with deliberate grace, she pressed a fist to her shoulder and offered a long, formal bow to the Lord of Mirkwood before rising once again.

Thranduil acknowledged the gesture with a deep nod of his own.

With the exchange complete, Reiya turned towards the forest path and began walking back to the troops at a calm, measured pace, her mind still turning over the events of the day.

Meanwhile, Thranduil lingered a moment longer, gazing out over the horizon as a contemplative sigh escaped him.

He needed not ask what the queen’s gesture had conveyed—for that was the accustomed way of the elves.

From one warrior monarch to another, Reiya acknowledged his leadership, his combat prowess, and his resolve in battle—just like she said she would back at Imladris, should he prove himself worthy of the title of Field Commander.

On top of it all, that was the first time she had ever praised him in anything meaningful—unspoken or otherwise. There was no teasing, no sarcastic bating, no sly remarks. Just honesty. A genuine gesture of recognition on her part.

In a rare moment, Thranduil allowed himself to smile faintly, not expecting the silent compliment from the Xandorian queen to fill him with such a deep, liberating sense of fulfillment and contentment. He savored the blissful feeling with every fiber of his being, fully aware that occasions like that one were scarce in his life.

When the moment passed, the king put on his impassive mask once again and proceeded to make his way out of the meadow along the forest path, walking just a few steps behind the Lady of Fire herself.

A/N: And it's sweet, sweet, sweet victory, yeah! (Quoting the song here lol)

Tribute to Live-Action Thranduil! 

Developments between Thranduil and Reiya aside, this chapter pays tribute to the Elvenking from the Peter Jackson's Hobbit films. In the Behind the Scenes special "King of Wood and Stone"—(Available on YouTube here)—, the crew mentions that Thranduil is the greatest warrior in Middle-earth (within Jackson's iteration of the Tolkienverse, of course).

Lee Pace also made a reference to that in one of his interviews with TheOneRight.net—"It’s what separates him from Galadriel. She is the most powerful being in Middle-earth, he is the most powerful warrior alive in Middle-earth." (Interview text available here)

Even though many of us love that depiction of the Elvenking, I honestly feel the movies did not do his (overly hyped) combat prowess enough justice. Just for reference, the Battle of the Five Armies (Extended Edition) is 2 hours and 24 minutes long. And yet, we had less than one minute of Thranduil fight scenes XD (Seriously! Look up the Thranduil scene packs on YouTube, and do the math).

In any case, I told myself I would make sure to give the Elvenking the praise he deserves as a warrior if I ever wrote an Epic fic involving him. That being the case now, I can 100% confirm that Thranduil is (in fact) the greatest swordsman alive in this story, just like Reiya recalled from her childhood tales n_n. Moreover, that combat prowess also extends to the king's acclaimed strategic/tactical mind, which sets him apart from the other elf-rulers.

Back to the story

Thank you for your patience waiting for this multi-chapter special to be completed! Hopefully, it brought some smiles your way :)

The next three chapters take place right after the battle, and they will wrap up the mini-arch as a whole, if you may call it that.

Stay tuned! 

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- At Mirkwood –

The forest path was quiet beneath the shade of the tall trees as Reiya made her way forward, and Thranduil followed close behind.   

In previous encounters, the king often moved so silently that his presence went almost undetectable. Yet, this time she could hear his steps clearly, measured against the brushed ground—almost as if he deliberately wanted her to be aware of his proximity at the time.     

As they walked in silence, Galadriel’s voice reached their minds, carrying word all the way from Lothlórien. She informed them that the other Elven settlements defeated the Reptilian forces sent their way. Thus, each of the elf-rulers had successfully defended their lands against Loitar’s monsters.

Thranduil welcomed the news, but the outcome of the concurrent clashes did not surprise him—at least, not entirely. After all, Galadriel, Elrond, and Círdan carried rings of power that always provided great leverage in war—an advantage he and his people did not share. In any case, they did have Reiya supporting the ranks with her Krisha magic that day, and he was glad to know the battle had been won on all fronts.

Before Galadriel ended the message, Reiya asked whether they had faced enemy commanders quite like the one encountered by the Mirkwood and Xandorian troops on the field. Furthermore, she wished to know if the perpetrators had exhibited the same strange quirks as that large Reptilian.

Galadriel replied that the enemy commanders on their end had been of ordinary Reptilian form, without the abnormal traits or abilities displayed by the one he and the queen had fought.

Intrigued by that detail in particular, Reiya thanked Galadriel for the confirmation and asked no further questions. The Lady of Lórien then ceased contact, stating she would reach them both should the occasion call for it.

Hence, the two monarchs resumed their silent path, eventually catching up with their subjects as the platoons made their way back to the Woodland Realm.

…

Once they returned to the realm and confirmed with their generals that the inner city had remained unthreatened during their absence, Thranduil and Reiya headed straight towards the palace’s largest assembly hall to oversee the aftermath of the battle.

He opened the door for her, then followed on his way in.

The two royals had intended to take charge of the ongoing logistics; however, their eyes widened slightly at the scene before them.

To their surprise, the Mirkwood and Xandorian subjects were working together with remarkable cohesion, requiring no direction from their rulers. Healers from both realms moved with precision, tending to the wounded and casting restorative magic in coordinated fashion. Senior ranks directed able-bodied combatants to provide aid wherever it was needed. Families, partners, and friends filled the hall as well, offering reassurance and companionship to their loved ones when permitted, in quiet relief and joy.

Curiously enough, warriors from both realms had gathered in mixed groups, discussing the campaign’s outcomes or recounting moments of collective struggle and triumph. Hence, the subtle mistrust that had once lingered between the two factions now seemed to have dissolved, replaced by a bond forged through shared trials.

Reiya allowed herself to smile faintly at the sight, and Thranduil’s expression softened as he surveyed the hall, seemingly sharing the same realization.

Once their initial impressions subsided, the two monarchs moved through the room, checking in with officials and observing the ongoing relief efforts.

Every subject they passed bowed with respect, returning quiet smiles, aware that their victory had been secured by both the Elvenking’s strategic foresight and the Red Queen’s military intelligence.

Hence, the two royals had just finished a checkup with one of the officials when a voice familiar to the Xandorian queen rose above all the others.

“Reiya?”

The female monarch turned immediately, recognizing the voice of her beloved seneschal and childhood friend. Thranduil followed her gaze as well.

“Urien,” Reiya responded warmly, a somber smile tugging at her lips.

The seneschal returned the smile fondly, then strode swiftly to the queen.

The two ellith found each other in a tight embrace, as a silent relief passed between them.

“Thank the Valar, you made it back safe,” Urien murmured, still in the queen’s arms.

“And I am beyond content to see you again, dear friend,” Reiya replied in kind, her smile unwavering.

The Xandorian seneschal was keenly aware of the grim signs of battle: torn garments, unusual substances spread across bodies, strange odors, and grievous injuries. However, none of it mattered in moments like this. After all, the battle had returned one of her two dearest friends alive, and that alone was a gift to be cherished.

Thranduil stood slightly behind Reiya with his usual impassive expression in place, though it softened at the sight of the two ellith sharing a moment of heartfelt comfort.

“You must be exhausted,” Urien remarked, gently stepping back, her arms still intertwined with the queen’s as her expression turned to worry.

“I’ll live,” Reiya said with a faint smile, not wishing to burden her lifelong friend with the horrors they had witnessed on the battlefield that day.

Urien smiled gently, then nodded in understanding. She composed herself and fully stepped back, turning briefly to address the fellow monarch.

“Your highness,” the seneschal greeted Thranduil with a polite smile and a respectful bow.

“Lady Urien,” Thranduil replied with a measured nod as his expression remained unchanged.

“I have been helping out as much as I can, keeping families informed about their injured loved ones and the like,” the seneschal explained, her tone formal but kind. “May I be of any assistance to you at this time, your majesty?” She asked the queen, being fully aware of the many responsibilities that typically fall upon the crown in the aftermath of battle.

“There is one thing, actually, if you can spare a moment,” Reiya replied, maintaining the same gentle tone. “Could you relay a message back home using the magic scrolls in my guest office?”

“Certainly! What message should I send?” Urien asked.

“Inform the Xandorian ranks and my councilors that the battle was won on all fronts,” Reiya instructed, casting a knowing smile at the king as she recalled the confirmation of victory.

Thranduil nodded in corroboration.

“Also, tell Eldrec I will write to him personally and recount the full details of the endeavor as soon as I am able to.” The queen continued. “I will meet you again when I am done with my duties here.” She added kindly, smiling at her seneschal as she made mention of their other childhood friend.

“Understood. I will see to it then,” Urien said with a matching smile. “My lord, my lady.” She bowed to the royals, then retreated from the hall.

Once she was out of sight, another distinctive voice echoed through the room.

“My king,”

The person who had spoken was Galion, the king’s head butler, as Reiya remembered. He approached swiftly yet with measured steps, bowing low before his liege with a courteous smile.

“I am relieved to see you unharmed, sire.”

“I am well enough,” Thranduil replied in his firm tone. “How fares the palace under your oversight?”

Galion straightened. “All is in order, my lord. Those in service have done their part, keeping families tended and provisions properly distributed. I’ve made sure of it.”

Thranduil gave a small nod, approval flickering in his eyes though his face remained impassive. “You have done well, Galion. Continue as you have, for the people need such steadiness.”

The butler’s discrete smile lingered as he bowed once more. “I will.” With that, he stepped aside to give space for others to approach.

Soon after, more of the Wood-elves came forward—warriors, attendants, and even common subjects who had made their way into the hall. They greeted their king with words of gratitude, sought assurance of his well-being, or simply wished to honor his deeds in the field.

Reiya observed quietly at his side.

Thranduil stood tall and answered each one with the same aloof calm that so often shrouded him, his tone courteous yet distant. Furthermore, he did not push the spectators away nor dismiss their words but received them all with measured grace.

The sight brought a subtle smile to Reiya’s lips.

For all the conflicted opinions surrounding the Elvenking’s cold demeanor, there was no mistaking the respect and loyalty his people held for him. It was a bond earned not through charm or gentleness, but through strength, commitment, and the quiet assurance that he would not fail them, as far as she could tell.  

Once the group of Wood-elves paid their respects, Thranduil and Reiya proceeded towards the healers’ wing for a final inspection. Yet, before they could take more than a few steps, an unexpected visitor came rushing into the hall.

“Toby, wait!”

The familiar voice of one of the Xandorian maidens reached Reiya just as the culprit appeared—a small ball of yellow fur racing straight towards her. His light brown eyes sparkled with mischief, the leash still trailing from his collar, and the bell at his neck jingling wildly with every bound.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the commotion that followed.

A few elves tried to catch the puppy as he sped past, while others watched with amused smiles. Yet, Toby was far too quick, slipping through every outstretched hand with the single-minded focus of a spirited little fellow who knew exactly where he wanted to go.

Reiya’s eyes widened at first, but her expression softened into a smile when her small visitor approached in front of her. She crouched down just in time to catch him, scooping the wriggling pup into her arms as his warm yellow fur and tiny paws pressed gently against her chest.

“Now, what are you doing here, little flame?” Reiya said with an amused expression as she carefully detached the leash from his collar and draped it over her shoulder.

The puppy responded by licking her cheek enthusiastically, and she let out a small chuckle at his exuberance.

“I’m happy to see you too, my dear Toby.” The queen remarked, pressing the puppy into an affectionate hug against her free shoulder and stroking his little back lightly.

Thranduil, standing behind the queen at the time, watched the interaction with a softened gaze, recalling how effortlessly Reiya shared her affections with her small pet companion.

Then, out of nowhere, a thought of a different nature crept into his mind. A part of him wondered, what it would be like… to be the recipient of the queen’s gentle care. Her fiery touch against his cool skin… Her caring gaze filling him with ease in moments of silent need… Her long red hair cascading against his own in a soothing embrace…

Thranduil shook his head slightly as he came into his senses.

Where in Arda did that come from? The king pondered as logic reasserted control. 

His piercing blue eyes lingered in a moment of levity; however, he refocused on the scene before him when he noticed the puppy looking at him with mere curiosity from Reiya’s shoulder.

The king’s features hardened narrowly, and he folded his arms, as if to scold him for his intrusive entrance into the main hall. Yet, the puppy seemed entirely unfazed, waggling his tail and panting happily in response.

Thranduil sighed at the clueless little fellow, letting his aloof expression settle back into place.

As he recalled, this was only the second time he had seen Reiya’s puppy in person since Imladris, and a few changes were already apparent. The little culprit’s body had grown chunkier; his paws and ears were somewhat larger, though his overall form remained that of a juvenile canine. The difference was subtle but noticeable, as the back legs that had barely reached the queen’s chest back in Rivendell now extended just below her bosom.

He was aware that some domestic animals in Middle-earth grew quickly, but Toby seemed to be advancing at an unusually rapid pace. Whether the queen’s pet was meant to grow formidable in size as an adult, it was clear from his current shape that Reiya was feeding him well.

Indeed, the puppy was thriving—a small testament to the care of the female monarch.

Thranduil looked ahead as the queen’s maidens approached with swift, almost hesitant steps, clearly embarrassed over the little chaos that had just unfolded.  

The two ellith stopped before Reiya and bowed immediately.

“We are glad for your safe return, your majesty,” Erial said, with the utmost respect.

“And we apologize for Toby’s... sudden escape, my lady,” Rineth added, looking at the floor. “We were on our way to take him out for a walk, but he became a bit too excited when he sensed you and slipped from our grasp.”

“There is no need for concern. On the contrary,” Reiya said with a light smile. “I am grateful to the both of you for looking after Toby in my absence. Besides, I know how overly eager this little fellow can get at times.” She held the puppy in one arm and tickled his tiny belly with the other, making his legs kick instinctively.

The maidens smiled at the sight.

However, their expressions changed sharply when they saw the Lord of Mirkwood standing behind Reiya, having been too focused on their apologies to take notice before.

Almost in unison, they smoothed their dresses and straightened themselves, suddenly aware of his commanding presence.

“Your highness,” Erial said, bowing shyly.

“It is good to see you as well, my lord,” Rineth added, twisting her fingers nervously.

Thranduil inclined his head in quiet acknowledgment, his aloof expression unchanged.

Despite their bows, the maidens’ gazes lingered on the king a moment too long, as if he were something straight out of a dream.

Reiya raised an eyebrow at their unusual reactions. Were they… captivated by him somehow? Granted, she wasn’t as perceptive as Urien in reading into such cues, but the ellith did appear to be entranced to some extent.

She could hardly blame them. After all, her two maidens were barely stepping into adulthood, and Thranduil… well, he possessed distinctive attributes that made him impossible to ignore, even if Reiya never voiced such thoughts aloud. Those piercing blue eyes and silken golden hair were plenty enough to draw much attention his way. Thus, it was only natural for the young maidens to take notice.

In any case, Reiya had known Erial and Rineth long enough to trust they would not overstep their boundaries. Furthermore—except perhaps for that heated moment at their dinner, which had been entirely unplanned and extracurricular on her end—she never allowed such distractions to hinder her shared duties with the king, so everything would continue as usual, she presumed.

Thus, the female monarch refocused on the pending responsibilities ahead as she spoke.

“You’ve had plenty of leisure time today, little flame. I should take you back to our home chambers now.” Reiya smiled, gently tapping the puppy’s chest with her finger.

“Actually,” Erial spoke, drawing the attention of both monarchs, “we were planning to give Toby a bath after our walk so he could be returned to you fresh and clean, my lady.” She offered a light smile.

“We would still like to handle the task… if that is acceptable for Her Majesty, of course,” Rineth added respectfully.

Reiya considered their request for a moment, then a soft smile spread across her face. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”

She was aware there were still duties awaiting her and Thranduil, so the maidens’ offer would be helpful.

The two ellith’s expressions brightened at her response, their own joy becoming apparent.

Reiya lifted the puppy against her chest once more and spoke deliberately, addressing him as if he could follow her every word.

“Erial and Rineth will continue caring for you at this time, Toby. But no more running away from my ladies-in-waiting, you understand? They are devoting much of their time to helping take care of you when I cannot.” Her tone was light yet firm.

The puppy responded with a low whimper, gazing at her attentively.

Toby was not one of Middle-earth’s majestic creatures capable of speech, but Thranduil assumed the puppy had understood, on some level, that he was being corrected.

Reiya hugged her pet companion affectionately again before passing him and the leash gently to her maidens, who retreated from the hall with cheerful steps.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow as two of Mirkwood’s female archers approached the maidens, smiles on their faces, seemingly drawn to the puppy’s lively personality and adorable looks.

Toby’s tail wagged energetically, enjoying the attention from his four female devotees at the time.

The king merely shook his head lightly at the sight and continued walking with the female monarch towards their next destination.

“Apologies for that. Toby can get restless on occasion,” Reiya stated along the way.

“No need,” Thranduil responded impassively, his sight still ahead. “I did say you ought to return from the battle because the puppy still needs your devoted attention, didn’t I?” he remarked.

“You did indeed,” Reiya responded with a smile as she remembered the exchange prior to their departure.

“I must say, though,” the king continued, “the way you pamper the little sniffer is rather peculiar.”

“Pamper?” She retorted with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, the nuzzling, tickling, praising… all of it,” the king stated with a sardonic tone.

“Each gesture stands well justified,” Reiya responded. “Toby is nothing but sweet, and I am his caregiver. That alone is reason enough.” She emphasized, her smile broadening. “Surely, you do not mind a queen tending to her pet companion as she should?” The Lady of Fire added jokingly.

“Not really,” Thranduil responded, unbaffled. “And yet, the same devotion is not so freely offered to your peer monarch whenever collaborations are underway,” he noted with sarcasm, a faint edge of challenge coloring his voice.

Reiya let out a small chuckle at his remark. “You are not a puppy, my lord,” she pointed out. “Nor do I believe a king should be smothered in the same manner?”

“Point taken,” Thranduil responded. “Nevertheless, I cannot help but wonder whether you would be more receptive to my strategic foresight if I were small and fluffy,” he argued.

Reiya laughed softly, shaking her head. “Are you saying you wish to be treated like a puppy, Elvenking?” She inquired with an amused tone.

“Not entirely so,” Thranduil clarified. “But such devoted attentions might be well received in certain… circumstances,” he pointed out, hinting at something unspoken.

“Would they now?” Reiya merely responded, raising an eyebrow. “And what sort of circumstances are we speaking of, exactly?” She asked, suspecting an ulterior motive behind his words.

Thranduil’s lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk, a subtle amusement playing across his features.

“Circumstances…” he murmured, only loud enough for her to hear, his silken voice letting the word linger. “Private moments when devotion might be… enjoyed quietly; or perhaps not so much?”

Reiya pressed her lips together, her gaze faltering a bit under the weight of his teasing.

“And who knows… The queen’s attentions might be returned in kind, should she choose to grant them,” he noted, a playful smirk now drawn across his face as he looked at her.

Reiya’s pulse quickened slightly under the scrutiny of his gaze. However, she maintained a composed, forward expression, fully aware that they were still in a public setting as they made their way towards the healers’ wing.

Choosing restraint in her response, she replied.

“You are quite the jester, aren’t you?” Her tone carried a subtle edge of sarcasm and reproach as she glanced back at him.

“Only when the jest serves a higher purpose,” he said, his sneering smile lingering as he looked forward again.

“The purpose being…?” She inquired, with a raised eyebrow, eyes shifting ahead as well.

“Reminding the Xandorian queen that such attentions ought to be well rewarded, even amongst monarchs from different realms,” he stated, his tone still teasing, yet measured.

“Right,” Reiya merely responded, choosing not to provoke the king further into stirring debate.

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- At Mirkwood –

Once their banter ended, Thranduil and Reiya walked in silence to their next destination, entering the healing wing together with purposeful steps and a solemn poise.

Their presence was quiet yet composed—a sign of respect for the injured and any family members present. The mingling scents of herbs, salves, and faint iron filled the air, blending with the careful motions of healers tending the wounded.

Some of the bedded combatants tried to straighten themselves as the royals passed, struggling to rise fully under the weight of their injuries.

Thranduil gracefully lifted a hand, and Reiya gestured a gentle nod, conveying reassurance and care—a subtle message for their subjects that there was no need to overexert themselves, for their duties on the field were fulfilled that day, and it was now the monarchs’ turn to ensure all of them would recover fully.

Moving through the rows of tending beds with measured care, Thranduil observed the precise order of the space, the coordination of the healers, and the faint weariness in their movements, while his eyes expressed gratitude without a word.

Reiya contemplated the scene as well, letting her attentive presence reinforce a sense of quiet fortitude and resilience.

Together, they conveyed authority and compassion in equal measure: the wounded were recognized, their suffering acknowledged, and the dedication of those who cared for them fully honored.

Once their inspection was complete, Thranduil and Reiya approached the chief physicians on-site: Lord Borion of Mirkwood and Lord Túrben of Xandor, both highly distinguished and experienced healers in their respective realms.

 “I am grateful for your tireless care and guidance throughout the aftermath of battle, master healers. Your skill and composure are ensuring that every wound is tended and every soldier restored.” Reiya stated with a polite smile as she bowed respectfully to the two of them.

“Not at all, my lady,” Borion replied, bowing more deeply to the queen. “It is we, the healers of Mirkwood, who should be grateful to you and Lord Túrben for sharing your knowledge on how to better tend the wounds inflicted by those creatures. That knowledge alone has spared countless lives on this day.” He added, directing a courteous grin towards his Xandorian peer.

Túrben smiled back at him politely and nodded before addressing the queen. “Some of the wounded remain unconscious, and others will need more rest before their injuries mend fully. Still, we believe all of them are now beyond the immediate risk of passing.”

“Lord Elrond reached out to us earlier as well,” Borion added, quietly acknowledging the elf-ruler’s exceptional healing skills, as aided by the power of his ring. “He reported a similar outcome for the other Elven settlements that engaged in battle. So far, no fatalities have been reported." The chief physician concluded.

“I am glad beyond words to hear that, my lords,” Reiya replied as a relieved smile warmed her face.

Thranduil also inclined his head, affirming the queen’s words.

“You two look well enough… for the most part,” Túrben observed, his keen eyes narrowing at the weariness in the royals’ appearance.

Scratches and faint marks of battle became visible now that the adrenaline rush had worn off. Moreover, it was clear the two monarchs had gone straight to their duties upon returning to the city, caring little for themselves—a sign of their commitment to their subjects’ wellbeing above their own at the time.

Taking notice of that, the head healer turned to his calling without delay.

“Nevertheless, we’d like to examine you both in order to ensure no wound has been overlooked.” His tone carried quiet insistence.

“Indeed,” Borion concurred. “Please note that the suggestion extends to the both of you, your highness.” He added, giving the Elvenking a meaningful look—one that balanced concern with a faint edge of reprimand.

Reiya raised an eyebrow at the healer’s tone and glanced towards the fellow monarch, wondering what that was about.

Thranduil merely rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly at his physician’s persistence.

Lowering her gaze to conceal a smile, Reiya could all but guess what meanings were passed in that wordless exchange. Perhaps it was not the first time the Elvenking had resisted the preventive examinations from his healers.

As a ruler herself, she knew how easily duties after battle could take precedence when no grievous injuries required immediate care. Yet, Thranduil had seemingly made a habit of dismissing such precautionary screenings, judging from Borion’s expression. That thought alone made the exchange between the two ellyn faintly amusing to her.  

In any case, a greater task awaited now that the combatants and their families had been properly safeguarded.

Thus, Reiya turned back to the two chief physicians as she resumed the matter at hand.

“We are grateful for your vigilance, master healers. Rest assured, we will follow through with your examinations. Yet, there is still a duty of the highest priority that the king and I must see to first—if you judge it safe for us, of course.” Her voice grew serious.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at her shift in tone, though he already knew what she meant: the trace-revealing spell.

They had yet to test the incantation meant to uncover Loitar’s hidden lairs, now that they had secured their first Cursed Stone. Furthermore, they would have to carry out the task in secrecy, given the unknowns surrounding it.

The rite would still require three of those stones to reach full effect, but one stone alone should suffice to set the enchantment in motion, if it worked as intended. Hence, the task was crucial not only for gathering intelligence, but for the fate of the war as a whole.

Following that lead, Thranduil directed his attention to the healers and gestured a grave nod to show his agreement with the Xandorian queen.

The two chief physicians exchanged a look of awareness and yielded.

“Very well. You appear sound enough to resume your charge at this time,” Borion said with a nod.

“I agree,” Túrben concurred. “We will remain here to oversee the wounded and shall be ready to examine you both upon your return.”

“May the Valar aid you in what lies ahead, my lord, my lady,” Borion concluded with a respectful tone.

Thus, the two head healers bowed deeply.  

Reiya inclined her head in kind, offering a gentle smile, then followed Thranduil once he gave the cue to depart.

…

The two royals returned to their main headquarters and slipped behind the movable false wall, entering the secret passages of the realm, just as they did before the battle.

Reiya remained unusually quiet along the way as her expression drifted deep in thought.

Thranduil, walking just ahead, discreetly glanced over his shoulder at her.

He could sense the cause of her silence—the high stakes of the task before them and the uncertainty of not knowing whether the spell would work or not.

In spite of her deliberations, he chose not to speak. After all, they were already set upon the endeavor, and any lingering doubts could only be laid to rest by seeing the task through.

With that in mind, the king turned forward again and continued leading the way.

Once they entered the concealed storage room, Thranduil drew the magic scroll from its shelf and carried it to the small table at the far end. Together, the two monarchs unfolded the parchment and stood before it, ready to proceed.

“It all comes to this, then,” Reiya finally said, fixing her gaze on the scroll.

“Only one way to find out,” Thranduil replied in the same calm, measured tone.

The queen nodded in agreement. She then turned to the fellow monarch and extended her hand, silently requesting the Cursed Stone from him.

Thranduil nodded back at her and carefully reached for the relic in his pouch.

The stone retained its familiar features as he held it firmly—dark gray in color, with arcane symbols pulsating on the surface as they emitted that strange purple glow.

“Handle the stone with caution. Its core is filled with negative energy,” the king warned with a serious tone.

“I will,” Reiya assured him.

Thus, Thranduil handed her the relic, and she took it carefully into her own hand.

All of a sudden, the inscriptions on the rare totem crawled across her skin the moment her fingers brushed the surface, just like they did on Thranduil's own hand when he first showed her the stone out in the field.

Reiya’s eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly at the sensations that followed.

The Cursed Stone did not cause her physical pain, but it triggered a cascade of unsettling feelings and emotions within her. Anxiety, fear, confusion, aversion… it was as if an endless darkness loomed over her all at once.

Even Thranduil, usually composed, seemed startled by the odd display. 

Reiya quickly regained her senses and placed the stone over one of the circles at the triangle corners on the scroll. Once the relic left her hand, the markings receded. 

The queen’s eyes remained wide as she tried to make sense of what had transpired.

Was that what Thranduil had felt when the stone behaved in such a manner? Strangely enough, the relic had reacted much faster to her than it did to him—a contrast noted by the king himself, judging from his surprised expression.

Reiya could not tell if her Krisha power had triggered the stone somehow, but the unexpected sensations that followed were unnerving nonetheless.

After a brief moment of composure, she finally spoke.

“Perhaps it might be better if you place the stone on the parchment next time,” the queen merely said.

“Agreed.” Thranduil replied with a pondering expression of his own, choosing not to discuss the totem’s amplified reaction to the female monarch since he did not have answers for that.

In any case, the two monarchs refocused on the task at hand, as the moment to test the enchantment itself had finally come.

“According to the wizards, Loitar conjures his dark magic by using a forbidden arcane language thought to be long lost in the Eastern lands. That was the same strange tongue spoken by the Reptilians in the field today, I believe,” the queen pointed out. “Nevertheless, I should be able to cast the trace-revealing spell with ancient Elvish, per their accounts.”

The fellow monarch nodded in understanding.

“Come forth, secrets from the void,” Reiya decreed.

Thus, she wove a series of hand gestures and voiced the words of the enhancement.

Thranduil folded his arms in Elvenking fashion as he observed the scene with interest.

The stone’s faint purple glow flared brighter when she finished the incantation; however, the light faded entirely from the relic after a brief moment.

The two monarchs stared at the Cursed Stone in confusion, uncertain of the outcome—or lack thereof—but Reiya quickly steadied herself. “Perhaps the enchantment requires more input. Let me see.”

She voiced the spell once more, louder this time and with more might behind her words. Still, nothing happened.

“The incantation is not… working,” Reiya murmured with a conflicted tone—her expression sinking in quiet resignation.

Thranduil parted his lips at her sudden weariness, but he kept his composure and stepped closer to offer guidance.

“Try the spell again, and channel your fëa into it this time. You have plenty of it to spare.” His voice was firm yet calm, intent on uplifting the fiery elleth and prompting her into action.

Reiya gave a faint nod and turned back to the stone. She drew a deep breath, then opened her eyes as the Krisha glow filled them. With all her strength, she recited the words.

The relic shone brighter than before, and for a fleeting instant her eyes gleamed with hope. Yet, the glow soon ebbed away, vanishing with the same swiftness it had come.

The scarlet shine faded from the queen’s eyes, and she pressed both hands to the table—her shoulders dropping as her confidence crumbled.

“No…” she whispered, the single word torn from her lips as her spirit faltered under the weight of failure.

Thranduil’s features softened as he watched Reiya in silence.

He partly understood the weight behind her disappointment.

They could win battle after battle, overcome every trial Loitar set against them; nevertheless, if they did not find a way to gain the upper hand over the elf-warlock and bring him down for good, the war would drag on without end, consuming more lives with each passing clash.

The trace-revealing spell had been meant to break that cycle by providing a unique advantage—the chance to reveal Loitar’s path. Still, the Cursed Stone lay dormant before them, its promise unfulfilled.

Adding to that, who knows how many other measures the Xandorian queen must have already tried across the long years she had carried this fight—schemes, counter-spells, every strategy she could muster—none of them enough to put an end to the shadow.

His logical mind could fathom that much, and yet, something within him faltered at the sight of her like this—so disheartened, so subdued.

Reiya was always the resilient one, unyielding in the storm, urging others to rise and keep fighting no matter the odds. But today, the failure of that crucial task had dimmed her spirit, even amidst victory in the field.

Deep down he would have much preferred that she’d blame it all on him, bantering and arguing as she so often did—anything to keep that radiant spark of hers alive rather than watching it wane.

Acting by instinct, Thranduil’s hand lifted slightly, seeking the small of the queen’s back—a gesture meant to provide comfort. She did not notice it, as her eyes remained fixed to the ground—her expression discouraged.

Yet, even as his fingers neared, reason overtook his mind, and he quietly retreated his arm before she could sense the action. Such intimacy, unbidden, risked overstepping a boundary neither of them had crossed before.

Instead, he leaned forward, letting his voice carry the weight of what his hand had nearly conveyed.

“We will find another way,” he stated in a deep, reassuring tone, gentle yet resonant, as his softened gaze lingered on her.

“Not when it is too late, I hope,” she murmured back, her gaze still fixed on the floor, acknowledging his attempt at comfort.

“The answer shall come, in time,” the king affirmed. “Perhaps it would be best to call it a day and seek further counsel from the wizards once the mind has cleared?” he suggested.

Following his words, Reiya finally strengthened herself and looked forward, regaining fortitude as the unmistakable spark returned to her expression somewhat.

She turned to the fellow monarch as she spoke.

“I guess so. There is nothing more to be done on this matter,” the queen remarked with an objective voice, acknowledging the failed incantation. “I will inform the wizards of the outcome sometime this week.”

Thranduil nodded in agreement.

Her mood was not fully revived just yet, but he was pleased to see the queen consciously acting like her usual self.

The monarchs began their silent walk back to the main headquarters—however, they stopped in their tracks when a sudden purple glow, accompanied by a faint humming sound, filled the room right before they crossed the door.

Thranduil and Reiya turned back to the magic scroll on the table, and their eyes widened as the Cursed Stone began pulsating once again. Furthermore, the purple glow quickened, throbbing with a strange intensity.

Within seconds, the stone’s energy spread across a third of the arcane triangle symbol and expanded onto the map of Middle-earth.

Reiya moved swiftly to the table and placed her hands on the surface, leaning forward as she studied the map with a startled expression.

Thranduil followed at a slower, measured pace and stood beside the female monarch—his gaze widening slightly at the unexpected sight.

A trace line of pulsating purple had appeared on the map.

The line was discontinued at both ends, but it seemed to have marked the path followed by the enemy forces sent to attack the Woodland Realm, as their routes cut through the heart of the Mirkwood forest.

The trail must have belonged to the Reptilian commander they had defeated. After all, the Cursed Stone in their possession had been embedded in the creature’s armor, as Thranduil had recounted.

Both royals remained quiet for a moment, absorbing the significance of the revelation.

“The spell… it did work after all, I presume?” Reiya asked, her eyes wide as she sought confirmation from the Elvenking.

“Yes,” Thranduil replied. “The incantation merely required more time to take effect, it seems,” he remarked, not entirely sure why that had been the case, yet certain of the outcome.

Reiya let out a light, relieved chuckle. “Thank Eru. The task was actually a success… for now, at least,” she stated, hope flickering in her expression. “This is certainly an outcome I will gladly inform the wizards about on this day.” Her voice carried a gentler tone as she turned towards the king with a small, brightening smile.

At last, they had a clear objective beyond endless fighting—a chance to trace Loitar’s hidden strongholds and perhaps bring the war to an end, if the pieces aligned properly.

Thranduil nodded with a serene expression—his own contentment quiet but tangible.

He was stirred by the queen's smile as well, relieved to see her hope and conviction restored, as though her inner fire had been rekindled.

Almost in unison, their gazes returned to the scroll, and their expressions hardened for a brief, decisive moment.

“One stone collected; two more to go,” Thranduil stated with an assertive tone. 

“Indeed,” Reiya answered in kind.

Seconds later, the king gave the cue to go, and together they left the room with a renewed sense of purpose.

Chapter Text

- At Mirkwood –

Thranduil and Reiya made their way through the secret passages of the realm in silence, though this time the air between them felt much lighter than before.

Out of caution, the king cast a discreet glance over his shoulder to check how the female monarch was faring after the whole ordeal with the Cursed Stone.

Surely enough, Reiya appeared to be more relaxed and collected, her demeanor no longer tense but calm—almost as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders now that the tracing spell had proved effective.

At one point, her gaze lingered on the faint luminescent plants that lined the walls, and she even reached to caress one of the glowing flowers gently as her innate curiosity briefly took over.

Thranduil’s expression eased at the sight, and he turned forward again, assured she was well enough for the time being. 

Soon they reached the movable wall.

He slid the panel aside, allowing her to pass before closing it behind them as they stepped into the main headquarters.

“I was thinking,” Thranduil said, drawing the queen’s attention as he gently removed the circlet from his head and placed it upon a nearby table. “How would you feel about hosting joint sparring sessions between the Mirkwood and Xandorian troops in the palace’s training grounds?” he inquired, beginning to unbuckle the straps of his torso plate with his back to her.

“Sparring sessions?” Reiya echoed with an inquisitive look, standing a few steps away.

“Yes,” Thranduil affirmed. “Such gatherings could help reinforce the rapport your subjects and mine forged on the field today, while keeping their skills honed should the need for combat arise again. Our warriors might also share meals and refreshments from both realms on occasion, which would help ease cultural differences and foster cooperation for future endeavors.” His tone carried the weight of long-studied diplomacy, despite his isolationist tendencies.

Reiya’s eyes widened slightly at the proposition. That was… a sound idea, especially under the circumstances.

She was taken aback, not merely because Thranduil had proposed the idea himself, but also by his initiative in weighing practical ways to strengthen the cohesion of their troops.

“Yes, that can be arranged,” the queen simply replied, signaling her agreement.

“Very well. We will discuss the logistics for that at our upcoming intelligence meetings, then,” Thranduil concluded, removing his torso plate and hanging it on a vertical stand across the room, as he often did upon returning from the field.

Reiya remained quiet for a brief moment, her gaze lingering on his tall frame with a thoughtful expression before she spoke.

“I know we achieved victory out in the field today, and the trace-revealing spell will be game-changing for our course in the war. Yet, I must ask,” the queen said, her tone turning serious.

Thranduil awaited her question in silence, his back still to her, already sensing a critical matter to be discussed.

“You’ve seen how dreadful Loitar’s monsters can be in battle, and we have yet to face the Dark Generals—his elite servants. They will be far more formidable and harder to defeat,” she continued. “My realm has been fighting the elf-warlock for centuries, so I will always remain a primary target for him and his legions, no matter what,” she remarked. “Yet, given the part you played in the battle against the Reptilians, Loitar will likely set his sights on you and those you hold dear at every turn.”

The king listened attentively, weighing her every word.

“I was placed at the front of this conflict by fate, so I have no other choice but to fight. You, however, can still step away from the path ahead, if that is what your mind dictates,” Reiya remarked with a genuine tone.

His eyes narrowed slightly at the statement.

“Now that you are aware of the risks, are you absolutely certain you wish to continue leading our forces in the field, and directing this coalition as a whole?” she asked, her expression edged with wariness. “That responsibility alone is a heavy burden to carry,” the queen added, lowering her face to the floor.

Thranduil pondered the question for a moment, deliberating the female monarch’s points with care.

He didn’t believe Reiya was questioning his ability to lead, as she once had. Instead, she was warning him about the potential hazards and consequences he would face by continuing to resist Loitar as an elf-ruler, drawing on her own trials and missteps along the way.

Her words carried the weight of long memory. The fact that she was the only living Krisha—as far as they knew—hinted at the countless personal losses the Lady of Fire had endured in her struggle, despite her formidable mastery of spellcraft and her unwavering devotion to shielding Xandor from the evils at play.

Thranduil sensed more behind her questioning—reasons she chose not to disclose for some reason. Even so, he felt no uncertainty about his reply. Confident in his course, the king moved to give it voice.

“First of all, those I hold dear are more than capable of defending themselves when their lives or convictions are threatened,” he said at last, turning to face the female monarch as he proceeded to walk in her direction with measured steps.

“Now, regarding your question on whether I will continue to lead, in spite of the risks…” Thranduil stopped before the Xandorian queen, holding her gaze. “My answer is yes—for the survival of our people, without question.” His tone was firm, and his expression resolute.   

Reiya’s eyes widened and her lips parted slightly, as though she hadn’t expected such a decisive reply on his part.

“I am well aware Loitar manipulates his minions into doing his bidding by any means, no matter how vile. Nevertheless, the fact that he targeted all the major Elven settlements this early on leads me to believe one thing,” Thranduil continued. “I reckon the elf-warlock fears what this coalition might become if we stand united. That is why our joint efforts must continue—now more than ever.” The Elvenking remarked in commanding fashion.

Reiya’s expression remained as startled as ever following his words.

Even while operating in secrecy, that was the one moment when her former prospective allies chose to quit—the aftermath of a battle where they had personally witnessed Loitar’s deplorable creatures and their capacity for relentless destruction.

Truthfully, she had grown accustomed to asking the question herself, sparing them the trouble, always expecting the same outcome before parting ways. Yet, Thranduil had willingly chosen to continue the tumultuous path alongside her, despite the hardships he had endured that day.

In sum, she would not have to carry the resistance against the elf-warlock alone, like she had in the past.

The realization was as strange as it was reassuring.  

“Besides,”

Reiya turned her attention back to the king as he continued to speak.

“I am rather enjoying myself in this role as of late,” Thranduil said casually with a hint of amusement, though his expression remained impassive.

Reiya let out a low chuckle, already accustomed to the king’s occasional jests even amidst serious discussions.

“Are you now? What part of it exactly?” She asked with a taunting smile as she folded her arms. “Leading our troops into the field? Commanding everyone as you see fit?”

“All agreeable perks, no doubt,” Thranduil replied in kind. “However, I meant the part of proving myself,” he paused as he looked at her attentively, “to you.” A faint smile curved his lips—not the polite, courtly grin, but a suggestive one, more deliberate in intent.

Reiya’s eyes widened at his unexpected comment, a faint warmth rising to her cheeks as a blush threatened to show. She quickly diverted her face, brushing a red lock of hair behind her ear.

“You do not need to do that anymore,” the queen murmured, glancing up at him. “Your role in this conflict is demanding enough,” she said, her voice tinged with concern.

“So I’m aware,” Thranduil said, composed. “And yet, I suspect I will continue the habit… often.”

“Why? You risk exhausting yourself chasing such… trivial pursuits,” she pressed, her eyes sharp.

“Perhaps,” he said, letting his gaze linger on her delicate features a moment too long, “nevertheless, some pursuits are worth the effort, my lady.” His smile resurfaced, deeper this time, the glint in his eyes fleeting but unmistakable.

Reiya pursed her lips at the fellow monarch, refusing to be flustered by his devious grin any longer. Thus, she collected herself before voicing a response.

“Very well,” the queen stated. “If the task helps fuel His Highness’ motivation to do the job, so be it.” Her words bore a formal undercurrent.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at her sudden shift in tone. Soon after, his expression turned impassive, realizing the female monarch did not intend to continue their banter—much to his dismay.

“Right.” He merely replied before retreating towards one of the tables in the room. “Speaking of which, your majesty,” the king continued as he began to unbuckle his shoulder plates, “you can just call me by my name—absent of titles—whenever you and I are on our own, you know?”

Reiya’s collected expression flickered into slight confusion at his remark.

“Now that our realms have stirred the enemy with that victory on the battlefield, I assume we’ll have much work and collaborations ahead of us to counter whatever schemes Loitar will try next,” the king noted. “Hence, you might as well,” he said casually, still with his back to her.

Reiya merely blinked at the king as her eyes widened. Thranduil had already surprised her in more ways than one that day, and yet, the streak continued.

It was common for elf-rulers to refer to their closest subjects by first name. However, such familiarity was rare amongst the elf-rulers themselves, since they always made sure to pay their highest respects to one another, even in the smallest gestures of protocol.

Furthermore, the fact that Thranduil was the one to make the suggestion was even more surprising, given that he had seniority over her as a monarch—a fact he liked to remind her about often, she should add.

Yes, she and the king had spoken informally plenty of times, but referring to one another on a first-name basis was a custom they had never practiced before.

Meanwhile, Thranduil was also pondering his own thoughts, as he had no idea what drew him to make the suggestion in the first place, considering his lack of care for such things.

All he knew for sure was that the idea just felt… right in that moment; logical even, to some degree. In any case, he was almost certain Reiya would not roll with it.

The Xandorian queen was untraditional and more personal with her own subjects, but quite formal when dealing with other rulers—he being the occasional exception, as their banters often revealed.

Nonetheless, she had never once referred to him by first name without titles, even in the midst of their arguments, which made the suggestion feel more foolish under his own scrutiny at the time.

Deciding the custom was unnecessary, Thranduil resorted to official matters.

“Will you attend the debriefing with your senior ranks?” he asked, setting his shoulder plates on the table before turning his attention to a spread of compendiums, as his back angled towards her.

“Yes, I was planning on it,” Reiya responded, standing a few steps away.

“Good. The debriefing will take place in two hours, so we are all allowed a respite before it. You may use that time as you see fit,” he noted.

“Understood. I suppose this is a good moment to undergo that examination with the healers,” she remarked, finally devoting close attention to the abrasions and traces from battle across herself.

“Indeed. Tell them I will head there myself once I am finished with logistics,” the king replied, still focused on the compendiums. “Feren will meet your party in the main hall and escort you to the debriefing quarters fifteen minutes prior.”

“All right then. Do you wish to pass along any further instructions?”

“No, that will be all for the time being. You can go now,” the king instructed.

Reiya nodded in acknowledgement, then began making her way towards the exit.

Thranduil did not voice it aloud, but he was glad the female monarch was going to follow through with the healers’ cautionary screenings.

She seemed oblivious to the gesture, but his eyes flickered with concern as he recalled the way she had been smashed into the ground by that despicable Reptilian commander, while he watched from afar—helpless—unable to help her at once.

A part of him still wondered how Reiya had managed to stand back up and continue fighting after such a blow. Whether that was due to her Krisha power or sheer resilience, he did not know… Yet, the sight was still vivid in his mind, and the aftermath did not make the memory any less troubling.

Hopefully, the chief physicians would personally oversee her examination and be thorough with their care, as they promised.

Thranduil was drawn out of his thoughts by the queen’s soothing voice.

Reiya had paused at the door and turned her face back to him.

“I will meet you later then, Thranduil,” she remarked in a casual tone before opening the door and proceeding towards the healing wing at a mindful pace. 

Thranduil’s eyes widened in surprise at her parting words, and he turned in her direction, only to find the female monarch was already gone.

He remained there, startled, trying to make sense of the queen’s casual farewell.

Reiya had actually… addressed him by his first name, without titles. Hence, it seemed she was on board with his suggestion of tempering the formalities a bit after all.

The king exhaled deeply, then returned his attention to the compendiums on the table as his mind wandered.

That elleth and her elusive nature… She always found a way to keep him guessing; one moment acting in a particular manner, then the next doing the very opposite.

She had stood fierce upon the battlefield only hours before, fire bending to her will, enemies crumbling beneath her command. Later, there she was—gentle with her seneschal, affectionate with that puppy of hers, laughter lighting her face as though the burdens of the world had never touched her.

Such was her duality—mysterious, yet provoking.

Thranduil smiled faintly to himself as his thoughts drifted further.

Well… perhaps a little unpredictability was not so bad once in a while.

A/N: And that brings us to the end of another arc n_n

For those curious about the bigger picture, the story is structured in major arcs aligned with Thranduil and Reiya’s developments, and I do check-ins with you at the end of each.

Hence, the arcs go as follows (thus far):

• Arc 1:   Unveiling         (Chapters 1–21)  – discoveries and first revelations.
• Arc 2:   Convergence    (Chapters 22–37) – tensions, bindings, and milestones.
• Arc 3:   Kindling           It is the phase that comes next; Themes and surprises for this one will stay under wraps, for now ;)

That being said, Arc 3 awaits!

Huge thanks to everyone who’s left positive comments—they keep me going! If you’re ready for Arc 3, I’d love to hear from you too <3