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He was distant and calculated to protect himself and his people from more loss and grief.
She was bright and kind to everyone as she believed everyone deserved happiness
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It was supposed to be a political marriage to help better strengthen the two realms. Thranduil Oropherion vowed to himself that he would be cordial and protect his soon-to-be wife and queen but nothing else. He was not willing to open himself to more heartache, merely only wanting to strengthen his realm.
Alariel was the daughter of Lady Galadriel and Celeborn. A light elf that try to see the best in people, finding solace and happiness when surrounded by nature. She had heard many things about the great Elven King of the Woodland Realm. She was open to the arranged marriage, not only to help strengthen her home but she hoped to find a friend and maybe love beyond the political alliance.
Two souls that were opposite of one another. One full of darkness and grief, the other full of light and happiness. A pessimist and an optimist. Two souls that eclipsed one another in a dance.
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As an ancient threat reawakens from the depths of the Mirkwood forest to take revenge on the elves and realm that dared defeat him and his allies. Deeply affixed with a goal take out the notorious Elven King and take back what was lost.
However, an unexpected turn of events occurs when the ancient dark elf finds an unforeseen threat to his plans in the face of the Elven King's wife-to-be. Another wielder of ancient magic and abilities with nature.
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Thranduil fights within himself to open his heart once more and protect not just his people but the deeply profound love he has found with Alariel.
Alariel finds herself willing to risk everything to protect what she has created within Mirkwood and the overwhelming love she has found with Thranduil.
Two souls fighting to protect each other from the growing danger and the unexpected love that has grown brightly amongst the increasing darkness that dared to overtake their home.
SNEAK PEEK/COMING SOON
The atmosphere within the palace had been calm, but there was always an underlying tension with some elves who were not as accepting of the changes Alariel had been implementing. Whispers had circulated among a few who were more resistant to the melding of traditions between Mirkwood and Lothlórien, and that tension finally came to a head.
It started as a subtle attempt to stir discourse. A group of male elves, known for their rigid views on preserving Mirkwood's customs, gathered in one of the halls, speaking just loud enough for their discontent to be heard by passersby. They questioned Thranduil's decisions—his trust in Alariel, her authority to oversee the realm in his absence, and whether her influence would weaken the kingdom rather than strengthen it. Their murmurs soon turned into bolder, more confrontational statements, as they sought to sow doubt among those present.
Word of the gathering reached Alariel quickly. Her guards, ever vigilant, informed her of the unrest, and while she had expected some resistance, the direct challenge in Thranduil's absence was something she could not ignore. She stood from her chambers, her expression calm yet firm. She knew it was time to assert herself fully, not just as a temporary steward, but as the future queen of the Woodland Realm.
Dressed in a gown of deep green and silver, adorned with subtle symbols of both Lothlórien and Mirkwood, Alariel looked every bit the queen she was destined to become. Her hair was braided intricately, her bearing regal and commanding, yet her eyes held a warmth that spoke of her desire to bridge the gap between these two realms. When she entered the hall where the group had gathered, her presence alone was enough to draw the attention of every elf in the room.
Without raising her voice, she addressed the gathered elves, her tone diplomatic yet resolute. "I have heard whispers of unrest, of grievances that you feel cannot wait for the king's return. Speak now, openly, so that we may resolve this discord with clarity and respect."
One of the older elves, braver than the rest, stepped forward. His expression was hard, his gaze critical. "It is not Mirkwood's way to bend to outsiders, my lady. Your presence here, and the changes being made, do not sit well with many of us. The king may have placed his trust in you, but we question whether you truly understand our ways or what is best for our people."
Alariel met his gaze, her expression unwavering. "I understand your concerns, and I do not dismiss them lightly. Mirkwod's traditions are rich and sacred, and I have no desire to diminish them. My role is to bring unity, to strengthen both realms through our shared wisdom and customs. The king has entrusted me with this responsibility, not to divide but to protect and guide in his absence. If you feel the need to question his judgment, I suggest you do so when he returns."
Her words were measured but firm. The elves exchanged glances, their leader clearly frustrated. "You speak well, my lady, but words alone will not sway those of us who remain loyal to our ways."
Alariel's eyes flashed with a quiet strength as she took a step forward, her voice now edged with authority. "Loyalty to the Woodland Realm does not mean undermining the very trust your king has placed in me. You may not agree with every decision, but let me be clear: I will not allow discord to fester within these walls. If you cannot abide by the king's wishes, then I will have no choice but to hold you accountable."
There was a moment of tense silence before she added, "You will be held in the cells until the king returns, and you may present your grievances to him directly. I will not have unrest disrupt the safety and order of this realm."
The leader of the group looked as if he might protest further, but the conviction in Alariel’s voice and the weight of her gaze silenced him. Her guards stepped forward at her unspoken command, and the group was quietly escorted to the cells without further incident.
As the hall cleared, Alariel stood tall, her heart steady despite the challenge she had just faced. She knew Thranduil would have handled the situation swiftly, but she also knew this was her moment to show that she could stand in his place—not just as his betrothed, but as a future queen capable of making hard decisions for the good of the kingdom.
It was not long after that Alariel felt the familiar warmth of Thranduil’s presence in her mind, his fea reaching out to hers. She sensed his concern, his deep care for her as he felt the ripple of emotions she had experienced during the discourse. Even miles away, he could feel the strain of the situation on her spirit.
Though her fea reached back to him with reassurance, she knew he would not be at ease until he returned. The connection between them was growing stronger each day, and she could sense his protective instincts sharpening with every challenge she faced. He was worried—not just for her safety, but for the pressures she was under.
Yet as they shared that quiet, wordless connection, Alariel knew Thranduil would also feel her resolve, her determination to protect Mirkwood and its people, just as fiercely as he did.
And in that moment, she was more certain than ever that, together, they could weather any storm.