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Having the king watch over her in such manner felt strangely odd. She got that need to fidget but it was not the childish lack of self-control that made them restless in their seat; this was a need to look adequate in a situation that went beyond her control. Now that she had some time and limited freedom to relax in Thranduil's presence, Tirneliell found herself by chance examining the king in a different light. Whilst he cut out an impressive, tall figure which was meant to strike awe or fear in the hearts of onlookers; his expression always cold almost arrogant to a point, that even some elves of the kingdom called the king heartless; the way he has been treating her within the matter of few moments, just didn't fit the whole image. Whilst the snippets of care he showed were nothing but snippets, they brought a certain warmth to the king's character. Something that was missing from his conduct since the horrific events his wife disappearing. To this day, no one really knows what has happened to their beloved queen. Tirneliell would not call it a glimpse of what the king once used to be. She perceived it more as a hope of what he could become again if he only didn't separate himself from, well, his inner self that seemed to have been dormant, or even suppressed.
"I promise, I won't hold you back for long my lord. I am already starting to feel much better." Tirneliell was aware of Thranduil's pressing duties. Word of the possible threat on the edges of the kingdom reached almost every elf. Orcs gathering, plundering, and attacking, but most of all, endangering the peace that they have been preserving in this kingdom. Just the thought of those foul creatures sent waves of hatred through her body. 'Thanks' to those monsters she no longer had either of her parents. One dying by a poisoned arrow, the other in grief as consequence. Back then, her mother accompanied a small scout group into the forest. She had a new gadget that she wanted to test on the spider hatchlings. They were ambushed by a small number of orcs. More of the elves might have survived if the spiders didn't attack alongside the orcs. Maybe even her mother would havemade it back to safety, but as she was escaping with few other scouts, an arrow hit her in the shoulder and the poison was released into her blood stream. By the time, she was carried past the stone gates of their kingdom, she only managed to utter few words. Words of love for her husband, and a name for her only daughter.
"I know this is not a matter that you would seek my counsel for, my lord," she spoke abruptly, her voice somewhat filled with urgency and need to be listened to. Her eyes fixing on Thranduil's with captivating exigency. "The news of the gathering orcs have spread throughout the kingdom and everyone is slightly distressed. There are rumours about an expedition that might be deployed to deal with this threat. As you well know, my king, orcish archers tend to use poisoned arrows. I want to offer my services, plead with you to allow me to join the troops, so that shall any of your soldiers suffer such wound, I can treat them." Tirneliell wasn't aware whether the king knew how her mother died, because maybe if he would, he would understand her ulterior, personal motives for volunteering for such a dangerous task. However, if he was unfamiliar with her past circumstances, Tirneliell's pleading might have been exchanged for eagerness to support the cause and minimize the suffering of king's people as much as possible. Yet, at the end of the day, Tirneliell needed to reclaim for herself the name that was given to her by her mother. She needed that sense of closure and achievement so that she could wear her private name with pride as it was meant to be.
"I promise, I won't hold you back for long my lord. I am already starting to feel much better." Tirneliell was aware of Thranduil's pressing duties. Word of the possible threat on the edges of the kingdom reached almost every elf. Orcs gathering, plundering, and attacking, but most of all, endangering the peace that they have been preserving in this kingdom. Just the thought of those foul creatures sent waves of hatred through her body. 'Thanks' to those monsters she no longer had either of her parents. One dying by a poisoned arrow, the other in grief as consequence. Back then, her mother accompanied a small scout group into the forest. She had a new gadget that she wanted to test on the spider hatchlings. They were ambushed by a small number of orcs. More of the elves might have survived if the spiders didn't attack alongside the orcs. Maybe even her mother would havemade it back to safety, but as she was escaping with few other scouts, an arrow hit her in the shoulder and the poison was released into her blood stream. By the time, she was carried past the stone gates of their kingdom, she only managed to utter few words. Words of love for her husband, and a name for her only daughter.
"I know this is not a matter that you would seek my counsel for, my lord," she spoke abruptly, her voice somewhat filled with urgency and need to be listened to. Her eyes fixing on Thranduil's with captivating exigency. "The news of the gathering orcs have spread throughout the kingdom and everyone is slightly distressed. There are rumours about an expedition that might be deployed to deal with this threat. As you well know, my king, orcish archers tend to use poisoned arrows. I want to offer my services, plead with you to allow me to join the troops, so that shall any of your soldiers suffer such wound, I can treat them." Tirneliell wasn't aware whether the king knew how her mother died, because maybe if he would, he would understand her ulterior, personal motives for volunteering for such a dangerous task. However, if he was unfamiliar with her past circumstances, Tirneliell's pleading might have been exchanged for eagerness to support the cause and minimize the suffering of king's people as much as possible. Yet, at the end of the day, Tirneliell needed to reclaim for herself the name that was given to her by her mother. She needed that sense of closure and achievement so that she could wear her private name with pride as it was meant to be.