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Poison to My Lips
A/N: Posting again!
pairing: Thranduil x Reader
warnings: Mention of Blood
w/c: 2341
Prompt: You are a half-elven servant who has fallen in love with the king and entered a secret relationship. How will you both deal when others torment you for your heritage
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Thranduil waited for you in the gardens where you both were to meet in secret. Sitting on a stone bench, he gazed at the roses that bloomed around his feet, the flowers glinted under the moonlight, making them look like the stars. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if things were different. If they could be different.
The garden doors opened and Thranduil stood as your familiar face stepped out of it. “I have been expecting you here, my love.”
The smile on his lips faltered, however, when he saw the tears streaming down your face, “What happened? What has upset you so much? Tell me what it is I can do to make it better?”
You looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes, tears running down your cheeks like rivers, “It's nothing, my darling. Some of the fellow maids poured water upon me. It was in jest."
He frowned slightly, concern lacing his words, “Why did they do such a thing? Surely there must have been an explanation.”
You let out a sigh, “I take it they still do not like a half-elven's presence…”
Thranduil shook his head. How could people be so cruel? Why would they want to hurt you? His chest tightened knowing your levels of distress.
“This behavior will not be allowed. Please tell me who has done this."
You smiled softly up at him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “If you insist then I shall tell you, but please do not be too cruel. They are simply ignorant."
His eyebrows furrowed even more as he held you close. It wasn't fair that anyone would treat you so cruelly. He would do whatever it took to make sure none of them hurt you again. He pulled away and cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin softly.
"Tell me.”
“Liriel and Ariya."
His eyes widened before narrowing into slits, "I will discuss it with them later. For now, I wish to enjoy my evening with the one dearest to me."
A smile appeared on your face as your hand found its way to rest against his cheek. “As you wish my King." You bent forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
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You were walking through the corridors of the palace holding laundry in your arms that needed a good washing. The halls were dark, only the occasional lantern lit the path in front of you, casting shadows of yourself moving quickly down the halls as you moved from room to room. As usual, the halls were empty except for a few servants scurrying back and forth as they prepared for the night shift. The sound of voices booming ahead of you alerted you, causing your curiosity to spike.
The voices were coming from the throne room but Thranduil often wrapped up his duties by this time. You paused outside of the door and waited patiently, listening carefully to find out what they were discussing. After a while, you heard the voice boom again. "What makes you think this is alright to do in my kingdom?"
The king demanded.
"But sire-"
"No! This behavior cannot go unchecked." The king snapped, his deep baritone echoing through the hallways, sending chills down your spine. "This goes no further, nor does it ever again. Is that understood?"
"But my king, she..."
"Silence!"
You froze, clutching the basket tightly in your hands. Your heart hammered wildly, pounding harder as each moment passed without hearing another word.
"Do not speak about this subject anymore or so help me I will banish you from my sight," Thranduil said coldly. "Understand?"
"Yes sire," a female voice mumbled weakly.
Footsteps walked your way towards the door and soon after the heavy door slammed open.
Your breath hitched in your throat. There was so much anger contained within those words, the sheer amount of rage and disappointment behind them. You hid behind the large door seeing who would approach.
Liriel and Ariya. You could feel your heart begin to race, feeling the anxiety and fear bubble inside of you like lava, slowly growing hotter until it exploded inside.
"I can't believe the king would defend that half-breed." Liriel spat, her voice sounding angry, almost disgusted. "She has no place amongst us. She should never be allowed here at all."
You closed your eyes, unable to watch, the heat growing unbearable.
Your breathing grew heavier as tears welled up in your eyes. You wanted to run away but you didn't want to alert them of your presence.
Ariya scoffed, "I agree but I don't think there is much we can do now. She has somehow managed to bewitch the king, she is dangerous."
You felt sick to the stomach.
Liriel huffed. "Well, she deserves worse than being cast aside like garbage."
"That may be true but how far are we willing to go to get rid of her?"
The two women continued speaking, leaving you standing there frozen until they eventually walked away. With a shaky breath, you composed yourself, entering the throne room.
The two guards were kneeling before Thranduil, their heads bowed low.
Thranduil spoke softly, "Please leave us."
You stood rooted to the spot, watching as the guards nodded and left the room. Once they were gone, you stepped forward, your eyes meeting Thranduil's.
"My love, what are you doing here?" He asked, his voice laced with worry.
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, "I came to see you."
He sighed, "Is that so?"
You nodded, taking a tentative step closer to him, "Of course I did."
Thranduil lifted himself off the throne and made his way down the steps to meet you. He reached out gently, cupping your cheek, brushing your hair out of your eyes.
"Are you okay?" He whispered, kissing your forehead tenderly, "Did something happen today?"
You looked away, your eyes scanning the floor.
"Come, love," he took your hand, leading you to the bench, "tell me what happened."
Your brow furrowed. "Nothing bad." You insisted, looking up at him.
"Just a little tired. Need to find a gown for the Feast of Starlight." You lied easily.
Thranduil raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
You nodded, "Yes. But it isn’t anything important…"
Thranduil leaned forward kissing you lightly. "Nonsense. I will have a dress sent to your chambers."
You blushed faintly, resting your head against his shoulder. A warm glow settled in your chest. Thranduil loved you unconditionally and he was always kind and loving to you. You would not trade him for the world.
He kissed your forehead once more and squeezed your hand. "Go bathe and rest. I shall see you tonight."
You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand in return and turning to leave the throne room.
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"Tonight! We celebrate!" Thranduil yelled to the full ballroom.
You watched as hundreds of elves danced throughout the ballroom and tables covered in food. You were dressed in a flowing silver gown that Thranduil had picked for you.
You wore a crown of flowers and small diamonds adorning your hair. The silver jewelry sparkled under the light that shone through the tall windows. The jewels gave off the illusion that you could see stars.
"Y/n!" Legolas called to you from across the room as he made his way over to you.
He grinned, hugging you tightly, "You look like a star in the sky"
You chuckled lightly, "Thank you. And you look quite handsome as well."
Legolas flushed slightly, a smile playing on his lips. "Truly? I am glad to hear that."
You giggled, "Yes, indeed."
He smiled brightly, "Thank you."
Slowly, he leaned to the side of your face and whispered in your ear. "My father wishes me to inform you that he has made a private evening for the two of you when the feast is over."
You blushed heavily, "Oh...um...thank you!"
He pecked your cheek teasingly, "Of course, he is quite fond of you. I hope you are both able to provide each other with eternal happiness."
He then turned on his heel and began making his way through the crowd as you watched him in amusement. Soon your eyes landed back on Thranduil. He was talking quietly to the nobles of Mirkwood who demanded his attention, occasionally glancing over to where you stood with a subtle longing gaze.
You smiled to yourself until you spotted Ariya heading toward you, her blonde hair pinned atop her head, a flower necklace around her neck. She approached you with a bright grin, her blue eyes shining with excitement and two glasses in her hand, "Hello Y/n! How is the feast finding you?"
You shrugged, "Fine, I suppose. What do you need of me?"
Her eyebrows shot up, "Nothing at all. Well, actually, I wish to apologize."
Your eyes widened slightly, taken aback. "You would?"
"I have been most unkind to you." Ariya apologized, "And I know you must be hurt."
You shook your head, "No, it is alright. I mean…It did hurt..."
She sighed and sat down on the stone steps beside you, "Nevertheless, please accept my apology and please drink with me."
You stared into her eyes before nodding with a smile, accepting her apology.
She slid one glass to you and saved the other for herself.
"Drink up," Ariya said, lifting up her glass.
You nodded, holding your cup up, "To new beginnings."
The two of you drank the alcohol in unison before finishing your glasses.
"May we enjoy tonight as if it is our last?"
You nodded, taking another sip of the drink and gazing at Ariya's bright and vibrant blue eyes, "Sounds perfect."
The night continued for hours and it wasn't long till the party grew in merriment. Everyone was drunk, dancing to a lively melody and singing songs of victory and celebration. It was quite beautiful and you couldn't help but smile whenever you caught your lover's eye as he stood amongst the crowd, watching the festivities from afar.
Finally, he made his way toward you. You smiled as he nodded to you, his eyes saying all the things he wished he could.
"You look very beautiful, Y/N." He murmured whispered to you.
Your eyes lit up, "You as well, my king."
His eyes gleamed. "How has the feast faired you?"
You shrugged, "It has been wonderful. Ariya even apologized to me and brought me wine. "
He laughed lightly placing a kiss on your forehead, "Then dance with me and celebrate this news. Let loose for a while and forget everything else."
You grinned widely and nodded.
He grabbed your hand and lead you towards the crowd, swaying to the music as he held onto you closely.
Suddenly Thranduil stopped in his tracks causing you to stumble backward.
"What is it?" You mumbled nervously, staring at him with concern.
His eyes widened with fear, "Blood. There is blood running from your nose."
You felt a chill run through you as you touched your nose quickly. Your eyes widened in horror when you realized the blood had dripped from your nose and had stained yours. Quickly you wiped it away as your head began to feel light
Thranduil frowned, "Darling, you alright?"
You blinked slowly, "I'm fine.."
Your legs suddenly buckled beneath you and a strong arm wrapped securely around you waist catching you before your head hit the ground. You let out a small whimper, closing your eyes and feeling tears begin to stream down your cheeks.
"Stay awake, Y/N." Thranduil urged, "Look at me."
Your vision blurred, "Thran…"
"Y/N!" He yelled, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.
You tried focusing your eyes only to see nothing but blackness.
"Don't close your eyes." He commanded urgently.
You felt yourself being hoisted up in his arms.
"I need a healer!"
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"Y/N, please wake up."
Your eyelids fluttered open, blinking multiple times to try and get rid of the dark clouds that threatened to engulf your vision. You squinted your eyes at the figure above you. As soon as they focused you recognized them as Thranduil. Your eyes widened.
"Where are we?" You asked shakily.
"We're in the healer's room." He answered softly, leaning closer so that you could hear him better.
"What happ-" your words died on your lips when you took in your surroundings.
You were lying in a bed, covered in white sheets, with curtains drawn shut surrounding your bed.
"Liriel and Ariya poisoned you. I am currently holding them in the cells."
You looked up at him in shock, "Are you going to kill them?"
He scoffed, shaking his head, "I wish..."
"My son urged me to banish them. He knew you wouldn't have wanted their deaths." His voice was laced with pain, his jaw clenched tightly.
You swallowed thickly before reaching up to touch his cheek gently. "I am sorry to have scared you, my love"
His eyes filled with sorrow, "You almost died. I almost lost you."
A tear rolled down your cheek, "But I'm still here, aren't I?"
"Yes." He murmured softly, wiping your tears away.
You hummed softly and laid back against the pillows.
Thranduil moved back to lay beside you and placed a tender kiss on your temple. He rested his head against your shoulder and closed his eyes.
You gazed at him thoughtfully until you heard him say: "Marry me."
You gasped softly.
Your eyes opened wide in disbelief, "What?"
Thranduil opened his eyes and met yours with determination, "Y/N, marry me. Please."
"But-"
He lifted a finger to silence you, "I will not allow anyone to tell me what I can or cannot do. I almost lost you, I intend to enjoy every moment with you I can as my wife."
You bit down on your lip, a nervous chuckle leaving your mouth.
"I cannot imagine being any happier than I already am now."
"So will you marry me?" He asked again.
You nodded slowly, biting your lip, trying to hide your growing smile, "...yes."
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Helaurrr I'm thinking of a young reader getting their period for the first time any character will do like sibling/parents yk 🥹
Dark Platonic! John Wick, Hannibal Lecter, and Thranduil x Reader
Father! Hannibal Lecter
Hannibal almost had a stroke when he saw trails of blood on the floor, after waking up.
Thinking that someone might have broken into the house and killed you, his 10-year-old daughter, he quickly rushes to where the blood trails lead him to.
Only to find you in the kitchen, in front of the open fridge, eating your favourite snack as if there's no blood between your legs.
Realizing what is happening, he makes you have a bath, and change into new clothes after teaching you how to use a pad.
Hannibal made sure to explain what was going on in a simple way.
But, you only pout.
"Does it have to come every month? Why not every ten years?"
Father! John Wick
When your period arrived, you already knew what you were going to do.
But that doesn't mean John would not coddle you, and make sure you have everything you need.
Especially since his wife's death, he had to be the mother and father for you.
You are the last thing left of his wife, so he will do anything in his power to make sure you are always safe and happy.
He would kill for you, and also kill anyone who would try to steal you from him.
John would make sure to buy the most expensive painkillers and sanitary pads because he is against you using tampons.
Also, the painkillers might be the same ones he uses after treating his bleeding wounds.
Grandfather! Thranduil
Elf women get their period at a much older age then humans, and their period comes every three months.
Meanwhile, you are half-elven, so you got your period around the same age as human girl would.
So, the Mirkwood king got confused when he saw you, his cheerful granddaughter, having bad mood swings.
Directed at him.
Thranduil also got angry, when you were good with servants.
He felt like it should be the opposite, he should be the center of your attention.
So, he locked you up until your period is over.
Let's just say when Legolas got back from his mission, he got into a huge fight with his father.
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Tolerate It | Thranduil
▹ Pairing: Thranduil x Human!Reader
▹ Genre: Angst
▹ Words: ~2k
▹ Summary: A political alliance makes you the new wife of the elven king Thranduil, trapping you in a gilded cage of elven craft.
▹ Notes: I couldn't get this idea out of my head.
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The banquet hall of Eryn Galen was buzzing with high energy.
The lights were bright, the drinks flowing. Each guest was too deep in their cups as the band played jaunty tunes that kept spirits high. You sat at the end of the table, to the direct right of Thranduil, Legolas seated directly across from you to the king's left.
Everything was beautiful, similar to what you imagined heaven may look like. The celebration had been highly anticipated, the steward meticulously planning for months to ensure the night would be perfect.
Each guest had dressed to the nines, and you had been no exception. Silks that flowed like a languid river, braids woven throughout your hair, and glittering jewels that rivaled the stars in the sky. You’d felt quite pretty after your handmaidens finished, taking in your appearance with rapt attention.
Yet as the king - your husband - met with you, he barely paid you more than a glance. Not a single compliment or acknowledgment slipped from his lips, just the stiff offering of his arm and a cold demeanor you’d never been able to break through.
Not even the bitterness of the red wine you drank could ease the pain festering inside you. You glanced at Thranduil, his attention on his steward whispering something in his ear. Regal and commanding, you’d thought marriage to the elven king would be something out of a fairytale. Yet your story became twisted, and instead of a happy ending, you were trapped in a doomed marriage. It was like a wall separated you from him; you’d tirelessly beat against it with a hammer; Thranduil was on the other end, reinforcing the stone.
You glanced down at your dress, the pale green fabric, Thranduil’s favorite shade. Even still, you were desperate for his validation and approval, like a child tugging at their father’s sleeves. A stray hair fell in front of your face, and you pushed it behind your ear, hands ghosting over your rounded ears. Maybe if you’d been an elf and not a human, he might view you as an equal and not a consolation prize.
One hand below the table closed into a tight fist while you downed the rest of your wine in one gulp.
Legolas met your eye from across the table with an almost apologetic grin. You returned it with a tight smile you tried to make pleasant. Legolas knew all too well the neglect his father could inflict, so he often preferred the forests over the palace. There was an understanding that made your pain more bearable.
The handmaidens you brought from home and your stepson, who was older than your eldest living relatives, were all that kept you from falling into true despair.
Like clockwork, a servant filled your chalice, and you gladly drank. This wine was sweeter and less sharp than the red you were expecting. Once again, you looked towards Thranduil, no longer speaking with his steward but quietly watching the party play out. You reached out, delicately placing your hand over his, only for his to push it away, not bothering to pay you a glance.
The blatant rejection stung, always taking up too much space and time. Would Thranduil even notice if you’d stolen away into the night? If you pulled the dagger your marriage embedded in you, breaking free and leaving this miserable life behind. What might it be like to shed the weight of Thranduil’s cold disposition and an overly suspicious, judgmental, elvish kingdom? You’d be free and weightless for the first time in years.
Yet, just as soon as the fantasies came, they fizzled out with the weight of reality. You had no money of your own, no survival skills, and nowhere to go. If you returned home, your father would ship you back to Thranduil. The dark forests and the creatures that lurked within would kill you. There was nowhere to go. No freedom to be found.
You didn’t bother hiding the frown on your lips; no one in the room paid you much mind. They looked through you as if you were a phantom that clung to the residence of its former life. How was it possible to be in such a crowded room and yet still be so alone?
"How much longer do you believe this will go on for?"
At some point, Legolas had moved from across the table and was now seated to your left, watching the crowded room with thinly veiled discomfort.
" I hope for not much longer. I've never been amendable to crowds so large as this one."
Legolas laughed, the noise swallowed by the noise of the room. "And yet you are queen; should you not be used to such raucous parties?"
You tilted your glass towards him, a slight quirk on your lips.
"I could say the same about you, prince."
He nodded in silent agreement, quickly drinking from his glass, which you noticed was filled with water and not wine.
"I get to run off to the forest. How do you deal with all of this?"
The smile on your face fell as your eyes dimmed, a reminder of your current standing.
"No one pays me mind. A blessing, I suppose." You attempted to laugh it off, but you couldn't keep the somberness from your tone. You were trapped in a gilded cage, a prisoner in your own home.
"Then I suppose I'll need to take more respites in the castle."
"You don't need--"
"I insist; what kind of friend would I be if I didn't check on your wellbeing."
So warm and inviting, it made you wonder how Legolas could be the son of Thranduil; he must take after his mother. You wondered, if only for a moment, how different your life might be if you'd been married to Legolas instead of his father. He was the more age appropriate option and if he didn't love you he'd at least respect you. But those thoughts were pointless; you'd been married to Thranduil and not Legolas.
"I think I'm technically your stepmother."
"But you feel more like a friend."
You didn't bother to argue, placing down your wine chalice to take a cool water drink. It was refreshing, soothing the burn the wine had created.
"Then I am glad we are friends."
Before he could respond, a member of his guard called his name. The elf enthusiastically waved him over, yelling something in elvish too slurred for you to understand.
Legolas shook his head, refusing the call, but you placed a single hand on his shoulder.
"Go, enjoy the night. I'll be fine over here."
He tried to discern if you were being dishonest but found nothing but sincerity. Just because you were miserable didn't mean he should be. With a single nod, Legolas left the table to join the group forming in the corner of the room.
Left in the chaos with no one to speak with, you picked up the chalice with wine. At some point during your conversation, Thranduil wandered off, talking with some of the higher-ranking nobles.
Thickly, you swallowed, hiding your face as you slowly drank from your glass.
When would this torment end?
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The night dragged on at an impossibly slow speed. Your sorrow brought time to a near halt. By the time the crowd began to thin and Thranduil had escorted you back to your shared chambers, you’d forgotten how many glasses of wine you consumed. You managed to keep your composure and pride, not letting you show how light and lethargic the alcohol made you.
Now, you sat before your vanity, preparing for bed as did Thranduil. There were so many pins placed in your hair that you struggled to pull them out without ripping your hair. Your head throbbed, and your frustration was building; you just wanted sleep. A cold hand pushed yours away, tangling in your hair. With practiced and fluid movements, Thranduil began to take down your hair. He was quick and efficient, his hands in your hair almost soothing.
The action was oddly domestic, and it caused a pang of pain in your chest. If the gods had been fair enough to bless you with a husband who loved you, this would be a nightly occurrence, not a rare show of care.
“There’s too many pins in your hair.” Always critical; nothing would ever be good enough.
A beat of silence passed; did he even want you to speak?
“It was a special occasion; I wanted something different done to my hair.”
Clink. He placed the last pin on the table and stepped away from you.
“It was a bit gauche.”
Expression tight, you stared at your reflection, focused on your dark hair that tangled too quickly and your nearly pallid complexion. Gauche and graceless, the elves would never view you as their own.
“I thought it looked nice.”
His answer was to silently turn his back to you, moving to the other end of the room. The silence was maddening. Your attention never moved from your reflection, lips downturned as your eyes hardened. Pain turned to rage, pity becoming an all-consuming fire that threatened to turn all in your wake to ash.
“Why marry me?” Your tone was harsh, firmer than you could remember speaking.
Thranduil let out a sigh, seemingly annoyed at your mere presence. Normally, his disregard made you shrink, and maybe it was the wine, but it only made you straighten your back, meeting his eyes through his reflection in your mirror.
“To seal an alliance with your kingdom, you know this.” He was always condescending; he was so much older and wiser.
“I understand political marriages, but why marry me? You’ve managed political alliances without offering your hand in marriage; you even have a son to marry off. So why--” You slowly stood from your chair, turning to face him directly. “-marry me?”
“Would you have preferred to marry Legolas?”
“I’d prefer you answer my question. So I’ll ask once more: why marry me?” You strode towards him, eyes narrowed.
“To ensure an alliance with your family.”
“That is it? For no reason other than that.”
Thranduil looked down at you, his lips tight.
“Did you hope to hear differently?” He tilted his head, eyes ice cold and bitter. “Ours was a marriage of convenience, not love.”
You clenched your jaw, swallowing thickly. All of it for nothing, a marriage he knew would never succeed. He may have been content with a loveless life after the passing of his wife, but he knowingly dragged you into it. To turn your life into a void--
You wanted to scream, to yell obscenities at him, to spit all the vile venom his careless behavior filled you with. But it would do no good. An emotional breakdown wouldn’t mend your rift; there was no foundation of respect to rebuild. It was just endless nothingness. Standing at the precipice, you would simply fall into a never-ending pit.
“I see.”
A hint of shock made his eyes widen a fraction, expecting an outburst like the one you fantasized about. Humans weren’t known for patience, yet it wasn’t patience that kept you silent. It was dejection; you'd given up hope of anything better than what you had.
You dared not move, not even blink until Thranduil turned towards the door.
“I think I will ensure the keep is secured. Goodnight.”
Head turned, yet your eyes remained where he once stood; you remained silent. The door opened and quietly shut behind his retreating form. Only then did you exhale the breath you’d been holding.
The bed was plush under your body, and the comforter was like a cloud, yet you’d never felt more miserable. You turned your back to the side Thranduil would take when he returned to the chambers. Eyes shut, soothed by the darkness, you dreamed of something more.
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Thranduil x Injured! S/O
(Requests are open!)
Tw: mentions of injury, bleeding, cuts, and bruises. I try not to be too graphic but the warning is needed.
Thranduil is very protective, so when he finds you injured, his mind immediately goes to the worst-case scenario.
He’s always rushing to your side to make sure you’re okay.
“Who has done this to you?” is a question he often asks.
He’ll accept light help from his servants, but he is the one mainly tending to your wounds. He likes to keep you away from as many people as possible so that you don’t get overwhelmed.
He inspects each cut and bruise with care, making sure no scar is untreated.
He likes to make sure you’re fully rested after an injury as well, in the sense that he does not let you rise from bed until you are fully healed, no matter your protest.
During the time that you’re healing and resting, he sees to it that you have everything you need and has his servants bring you anything you don’t, when he’s not there to get it to you himself, that is.
When the wounds close up and the bruises become less sore, Thranduil makes sure to kiss every one of them. (But really, he just likes any excuse to relish your body).
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Midnight Rain - Thranduil x Reader
summary: You are an elven ambassador from Rivendell living in Mirkwood. The realm is currently celebrating a victory in battle over the dwarves when Thranduil asks to have a private word with you. The two of you share history, but his scars scared him into letting you go. A decision he clearly regrets after seeing you dance with your fiancé.
pairing: Thranduil x F!reader
word count: 1.3k
warnings: angst
a/n: Another part of my Swift series, where I write multifandom one shots inspired by Taylor's songs <3 the next series after this will be a Florence + The Machine one. Hope you enjoy this story!
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My girl was a montage
A slow motion, love potion
Jumping off things in the ocean
I broke her heart 'cause she was nice
In the dim light of sundown, he watched the woman dance. Her hair cascaded loosely around her shoulders, and her red lips curved into a bright smile revealing her teeth. Giggles escaped her, the skirts of her dress in her fists so she would not stumble and fall over them as she hopped around her dance partner in circles. Giggles escaped her as she twirled around her dance partner, clutching the skirts of her dress to avoid tripping over them. Her bare feet moved confidently over the forest floor, soles stained with moss and earth from earlier rain.
He was sitting in his chair, a crown of leaves and twigs sprouting from his head. He could feel the weight of it pressing down even more than usually did, although he was sure this was merely his imagination. His gaze hardened as he observed the man dancing with the woman, their arms entwined. No one besides him noticed but each time they drew close, the man whispered in her ear, eliciting blushes and giggles.
The glass in his hand shattered.
“Oh, Your Majesty!” exclaimed a servant girl next to him, immediately taking the glass out of his hand and cleaning his palm of shards and blood. The cloth she used soaked up the red liquid as the girl placed the shards into a basket nearby.
Barely glancing at his opened palm, he held it away from his body, allowing her to continue cleaning up the mess he made. Hissing, he pulled it away once she informed him he was clean again. There was still a stain on his palm, but the cuts did not appear deep. He would seek out the palace healer after the festivities ended.
The music stopped when he raised his other hand, all eyes falling onto him when he stood from his seat. His blue eyes were resting on the elven girl he had watched earlier, the air thick with anticipation from his people.
“Do not let the festivities stop. I shall have a private word with the Rivendell ambassador inside. Please, continue,” he said, his deep voice loud and collected. It radiated authority and control, all while he never took his gaze off of you.
You gave your fiancé a short nod and left him alone on the clearing that had turned into a dance floor, just as the musicians to your right resumed playing their instruments. Some of the spectators around watched you as you approached the Elven King, others joined your fiancé in dancing, and the air was once again filled with laughter.
Thranduil extended an arm for you to take, and you reluctantly wrapped your hand around his biceps, feeling the expensive fabric of his garment on your skin. His scent was clear and familiar; a mixture of musk and wood.
Neither of them said a word until they found themselves on a terrace, far away from the festivities and the music, which could only be heard if one concentrated very hard. You placed your hands on the railing, your eyes drifting off to the forest in front of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Thranduil looking at you, his gaze making you feel naked, seen, though never uncomfortably exposed.
“Why did you want to speak with me?” you asked him, knuckles white from your tight grip around the railing. You hoped he didn’t notice your nervousness. He hesitated as if he wasn’t quite sure himself.
“You have proven to be a valuable asset in keeping an alliance between Rivendell and the Woodland Realm,” he began, his voice lacking emotion, his words sounding practiced and memorized. “I suspect now that you have found a suitable match, you plan to stay?” The words only reluctantly left his lips, and you could feel him tense further.
You clenched your teeth as you stared out into the forest, the sky darkening as dusk slowly began to blend into nightfall. There was a thickness in the air, indicating the imminent arrival of rain.
“Sharion and I have not decided yet,” you said hesitantly, the name of your fiancé now feeling strange on your tongue. You cursed yourself for the momentary feeling of shame that spread through your chest. Yet you had nothing to be ashamed of; Thranduil had turned you down.
“I see,” replied the Elven King, and you saw him follow your gaze out of the corner of his eyes. He stood straight and tall next to you, silence resting between you. It was almost suffocating until you heard the roar of thunder above you.
You opened your mouth to say something just as he did the same, and it was the first time that evening your eyes met. You stopped yourself from speaking, gesturing for him to proceed instead. With flushed cheeks, you listened and averted your eyes again.
“I never meant to hurt you,” he said softly, the pain in his voice barely audible. Your grip around the railing tightened just as the first raindrop fell onto it. “Please, look at me.”
There was something else in his voice now; he was pleading. When you turned to him you saw the glassiness of his blue eyes, the way his thick brows furrowed and his arched lips pursed as if in agony.
“I do not know what you want from me, Thranduil,” you whispered, his name on your lips a familiar feeling. You were one of the few who knew about his name, let alone addressed him with it so openly. “I gave you my heart. I wanted to become your wife.” Your eyes momentarily dropped to his lips before locking with his again, your hand gently rising to touch his cheek where you knew he had glamored it. “No matter the scars you bear.”
Thranduil closed his eyes, leaning gently into your touch. You saw his own hand rising, only to fall again as if he was scared to touch you. As if he feared that if he did, you would pull away.
When he opened his eyes, he inhaled deeply with the greed of someone who had stayed underwater for too long. Underneath your touch, his skin began to fade, replaced by the deep scars you had often seen him stare at in the mirror with disdain in his eyes.
“I need you,” he whispered, but you only dropped your hand and he let the scars disappear behind his glamor again, eyes marked by rejection.
“I cannot be with someone who hides himself behind thick curtains of shame, Thranduil.” Next to you, you heard the falling rain quicken in unison with your heartbeat. “Are you ready to draw the curtains back?”
He hesitated and looked away. Now it was you searching his gaze, but stubborn as he was he would not meet it. The silence that followed was answer enough, only disrupted when the heavy rain swallowed it and thunder roared again. You felt as if nature itself was urging him to open himself fully to you, though he ignored its pleas.
“I do not want to fight for a heart that would freely stay inside its cage when it could be free,” you continued, the words heavy. “A home should not be a battlefield.”
You saw him tense before you turned your back on him, leaving him standing with only the terrace’s roof to shield him from the rain. You began shivering, the feeling of your engagement ring cold against your finger while tears streamed down your cheeks. It was painful breaking one’s own heart, but sometimes it was a necessary pain to bear.
With a heavy heart, you entered the palace again while the rain swallowed him calling out your name.
'Cause she was sunshine
I was midnight rain
She wanted it comfortable
I wanted that pain
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The Dragon | part 4 | Thranduil x Reader
{Part One} {Part Two} {Part Three}
read on AO3
Pairing: Thranduil x Female Reader
Summary: The rest of the realm finds out about Aegnor’s existence as he simply becomes too big to hide.
Content etc: The end of the mutual pining lmao. Brief threat of violence I guess.
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The days continued to pass, turning into weeks, and suddenly Aegnor was far too big to properly conceal in your cloak on your walks to and from Thranduil’s gardens. The juvenile dragon was now the size of a young wolf and still somehow seemed to be growing by the day. A week ago, he had been taught to walk directly behind you, under the trail of your robes, but he was very often far too restless and, frankly, mischievous to play along.
It started with a few of the King’s servants. The ones who did not know that Aegnor was in the halls. One of them saw you trip over something and was about to rush over to assist you when suddenly the dragon charged from beneath your robes and jumped into a glide down the hallway. He wasn’t being threatening, he was simply stretching his wings after feeling cooped up under your robes.
The scream was heard from three halls away and Thranduil had to fly from his study and race to the scene to put an immediate stop to any words that may have left the servant’s mouth. Thankfully, they were quick to agree to keep quiet about what they had seen here, though you could see the uneasiness in their eyes - but it was clear that they would not go against the will of the king.
Unfortunately, this was only the beginning.
The next elf to witness Aegnor was not alone. Thranduil was escorting you back to your chambers, the dragon lumbering beneath your robes in frustration. Unfortunately, the animal unintentionally huffed a little too hard, and the edges of your robe began to smoke.
Thranduil was the first to notice and, with horror in his eyes, had ripped the garment right off you, afraid it had caught fire. It was only a tiny smolder, however, but the damage was already done. The group of councilmen and advisors gathering outside of the meeting room were graced with the sight of Aegnor standing uncovered, his wings unfurling as he stretched himself out again after being confined beneath the constricting fabric.
There was a long, heavy silence.
Then all hell broke loose.
The elves were shouting and drawing weapons in record time. Then they started to advance down the corridor. You were terrified because you really couldn’t protect Aegnor against all these elves and, truthfully, in the back of your mind you were fearful that Aegnor accidentally doing that to your robes would trigger Thranduil to revert back to his angry, terrified self and let them take the dragon from you.
It was not so, however, as Thranduil was quick to step directly in front of you in the middle of the hallway. He did not blink as he stared at the group of elves and, astonishingly, unsheathed his own sword. He did not raise it, the tip remained pointed firmly at the ground, but he did not need to. The sight of the Elvenking pulling a sword in the middle of his realm before his own people was enough.
The advancing elves faltered. Their expressions were a mixture of shock, surprise, mild anger... but they would not go against their king, who stood before them in challenge, his body directly in front of you and the dragon in a show of protection.
One by one, they slowly began to lower their weapons.
The commotion had gathered a small crowd by this point, curious elves rounding the corner to see what all the fuss had been about. Each and every one of them gasped in shock as their eyes fell upon Aegnor. He closed his wings but it did nothing to make him look less intimidating. He was all teeth and hard scale and a tiny wisp of smoke still trailed upwards from the robe Thranduil had discarded upon the stone floor.
The silence was broken only by horrified murmurs from the onlookers.
Eventually, Thranduil sheathed his sword. He stood for a moment longer, his eyes roving from one elf to the next, before he glanced over his shoulder and looked at Aegnor, then you.
“Throne room.” He announced loudly, turning to face the crowd once more. “All of you. Now.”
Then he strode off down the corridor and the elves all fled before him, rushing towards the throne room as it was clear the King was about to give an address. A bell began to ring from a few halls away, calling all those from different areas of the halls to the throne room, to hear an announcement from the king.
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The throne room was eerily silent now. Five minutes ago it had been echoing with loud, argumentative voices, all shouting at once about the dangers of this creature being in their halls, the unpredictable nature of dragons, the danger of them, outraged at the fact this secret was being kept under their very noses. The voices had become so loud that it was soon nothing but an incomprehensible babble.
Then the Elvenking had silenced all with a roar. Not another word had dared to pass the lips of any other in the time since and the only real noise was the anxious shuffle of feet or robes as elves shifted their position upon the floor.
All eyes were locked upon the king, who was sitting very still up on his throne, staring steadily ahead as if oblivious to the presence of anyone else.
“Do you not think-” His voice came then, smooth as honey and dangerously quiet. “-that I would be the first to wish for my halls to be rid of such a danger - if such a danger indeed existed?”
“My lord-” The voice of one of Thranduil’s closest advisors interjected. “It is a dragon.”
“Yes. I do think I know what a dragon is.” He said simply, his mind filling with the memory of wide jaws and red flame.
The advisor blinked at him before continuing. “Forgive me, but are you certain that you are not...” There was a pause, as if the man was trying to decide upon the correct way to word whatever left his mouth next. “...clouded?”
The corner of Thranduil’s left eye twitched. Most did not notice. Those who did, shifted uneasily. “Clouded?” He repeated, his voice deceptively soft. “Explain.”
“I just mean..." Here, the advisor trailed off and went silent. He could not come up with a tactful way to say what he wished to say, and did not want to incite the Elvenking’s wrath. He could already see it beginning to simmer away beneath the surface and had no desire to stoke that fire.
In the silence, Thranduil continued to gaze steadily upon the advisor, unblinking, his face blank. He knew exactly what the advisor wished to say. That his mind was clouded by his... friendship with you. That he had allowed you to get under his skin and make him lose sense. Thranduil stared at him for a while longer, listening to the uncomfortable shuffling of feet in the room around him.
Thranduil stared until the advisor lowered his gaze and then he finally blinked and looked away, addressing the room entire. “I am well aware of what you are all thinking. That this creature poses a danger to all of you, to us, to the safety of these halls.” His gaze swept the room, landing on the face of every single elf in attendance. “The question I have is would I ever put you at such risk? Have you all so little faith in me?”
The question took everybody by surprise and many looked away in shame. There were murmurs and shakes of heads because the answer of course was no. The thought was terrible to even consider. They had such great faith in the Elvenking. They trusted him implicitly. He would never place them in certain danger that way, especially not within these walls, they did realise such a thing...
...but it was still a dragon.
The murmuring began once more, climbing to a crescendo as his people began to argue back and forth, uneasy and frightened. Some talked about ridding the halls of the animal, some talked about ridding the world of it, others were now a little more on the king’s side and tried to defend his word - yet still Thranduil could see they were not fully convinced.
“An abomination! It will burn these halls down, you mark my words!”
“The king would not put us in danger, do you not see?”
“Are you so blind? We are all going to die and it is all the fault of that stupid girl!”
Thranduil stood up suddenly and the room went quiet once more.
“Two weeks.” He said simply, descending the steps of his throne, biting his tongue to stop himself from lashing out too directly. “Two more weeks and the beast will be gone. I assure you. But nobody, and I mean nobody, is to take this matter into their own hands.” He paused at the bottom of the throne, his eyes flickering from one elf to the next, focusing on those perhaps most prone to causing trouble or those he had heard voicing through the chatter their wish for the animal destroyed. A dragon in the halls was a dangerous thing but because the creature was still fairly young, he could see how easy it would be for someone especially terrified to try and rid the realm of the beast while it was still little enough. Had he not attempted to do the same? “If I hear so much as a whisper... I will treat it as treason and there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?”
A beat of silence passed before nods and soft murmurs of agreement were returned to the Elvenking. Thranduil stood a moment longer and then he turned and strode from the room.
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“They want him dead.” You sighed heavily, frowning as you looked down at Aegnor, who had fallen a short distance away in the grass as you sat in Thranduil’s gardens.
Thranduil walked over to where you sat, having gone inside briefly to get himself some more wine as this entire thing was giving him quite the headache. He sat down beside you and shook his head. “And for good reason.”
You lifted your head so sharply that he thought you could have given yourself whiplash. Thranduil was quick to hold his hand up before you could say a word, realising that his words had come out harsher than he had intended them to in his stress. “In their eyes, I mean.” He sighed, sipping his wine. “Little one... it is natural to fear dragons.”
You looked down at your hands with a frown. “But...”
“You cannot convince an entire realm as you have convinced me.” He stated. Even then, he thought about how difficult that had been, how many times he had almost given in to the fear and done something he could never take back.
A silence followed.
Thranduil watched you closely, tracking the sorrow as it travelled from your tear-filled eyes down to your pursed lips. He bit down softly on his lower lip and turned his head away. “Still.” He continued, once more drawing your attention. “I am king. Nobody will touch him. The plan remains the same, we take him to the mountains.” He looked down at Aegnor for a moment then, deciding that he would actually miss his presence. “He is growing too unhappy here.”
It was the sad truth of it. As much as Aegnor cared for you, and by extension Thranduil, dragons were solitary creatures and he needed much more space than he was allowed to have here in these halls. He also needed to hunt for his meals, he was not getting enough stimulation and he always seemed unhappy when he had to stop flying and go back inside to hide in your chamber.
You blinked and a tear trailed down your cheek. Before you could lift your hand to wipe it away, Thranduil’s finger was on your face. You slowly lifted your chin to look at him as he wiped away the tear, your eyes locking for a moment. Your thoughts flickered back to the way he had kissed you, when you had tended his burn scars. Despite how at odds you had both been, you still could not believe that he had actually done it... yet you still chalked it up to some sort of moment of madness and so you started to turn your head away before you could get too lost in the moment.
Thranduil had started to wonder more and more, especially after that day in the gardens weeks ago when he was certain he had seen something in your eyes, as if you had been feeling the electricity in the air just as he had... and as you turned your head, his hand stopped you, gently tilting your face back round again. Your eyes met once more and then, throwing caution completely to the wind, he leaned in and kissed you.
Your eyes went wide and for a moment you almost couldn’t react again. For that moment, Thranduil felt the same uncertainty and grief he had when he had kissed you that first time in his chamber. Just as he was about to pull away, your arms moved around his neck and you kissed him back.
He could scarcely believe it!
The world disappeared for a moment as you returned his kiss and Thranduil dropped a hand to your waist, gently pulling you in towards him.
Your own mind was spinning. You’d thought the possibility of this was long gone. After he had kissed you in his chamber and you had not reciprocated out of mere shock, you’d thought you’d ruined any chance completely. You also thought, despite his change of attitude, that the betrayal of concealing Aegnor from him at all would have cut too deeply and that there would always be a part of Thranduil that might never forgive you.
A sound similar to a harsh squawk broke the silence suddenly and a weight dropped down onto the top of Thranduil’s head and down his back. His eyes shot open and he broke the kiss with a grunt, tilting his head back just slightly but tiny little claws simply dug into his scalp and a tail wrapped beneath his armpit, curling around towards his chest.
“Ah...” He gritted his teeth, shaking his head as he looked back at you. The dragon was simply too big for this now but the animal did not seem to register it. “I think I preferred it when he did not like me....” Thranduil muttered, met by your amused laughter as you sat up onto your knees and reached out to coax Aegnor down off his head.
The dragon jumped off him and into the air again, landing very politely by your side and sitting nicely as he waited for you to pet him.
Thranduil eyed the dragon, unamused by the difference in treatment the two of you received. In contrast you were completely amused and could only chuckle again as you saw the look on his face. Aegnor crowed, the sound turning softer and the dragon’s eyes half closing as you reached a hand out to touch him.
Thranduil rolled his eyes and shook his head, sliding an arm around your shoulders and drawing you into his side as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His heart was still racing after the kiss but there was no urgency in either of you to dissect it.
The three of you lapsed into a comfortable silence. Thranduil leaned back against a tree with you tucked under his arm and sipped his wine while you brushed your fingers over Aegnor’s scales. You too were slightly reeling from the kiss, your cheeks flushed and your stomach in knots, yet your thoughts were not all pleasant as you thought about the events of today and how, in only a couple more weeks, you would have to say goodbye to this beautiful creature.
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Hello, could you write something about Thranduil if you would like? About how I take care of an elf who was cut short as a punishment and her hair was cut very short, even though she was innocent. This is a trauma for her, because for elves, and especially for elven women, hair is something very important. Of course, if you feel like it.
Since you haven't specified a timeline for when this could have occurred, I took some liberties with the HCs below. I hope you don't mind.
Pairing: Thranduil x Fem. Reader
Themes: Angst | Soft
Warnings: Hair loss as a form of punishment | Bullying/Thranduil being a bit of a bully in the beginning.
🌿You were one of the Ñoldor, born years after the Kinslaying at Doriath, but still, you had been tarred with the same brush. You were forced to wander through the land as other elves wanted nothing to do with you and your kin.
🌿Your situation worsened after you found yourself in Greenwood the Great. You were captured after having gotten lost in the forests and brought before Oropher. As a survivor, he refused to believe your pleas of innocence, that you were born during a different time and played no part in the slaughter. He decides to make an example of you and orders your hair to be cut off. This was a horrific experience. Your hair was thick and fell past your waist. You took great care of it, styling it with flowers and what little you had for adornments. All of it was taken from you and you were put to work as a servant in his household.
🌿Oropher's son, Thranduil paid you no mind most of the time. The other times? That was when you saw another side to him. He was not overtly cruel, but he did not hesitate to throw hurtful barbs your way. You kept your head and endured. Having a roof over your head and decent food in your belly was more important, and you didn't know what kind of fate awaited one who insulted a prince of the realm.
🌿Once, during supper, he did go too far and your veneer cracked. You fled the dining room in tears. There was no apology, and you knew better than to expect one. However, the barbs stopped and all you got were icy glares.
🌿This continued until one fine day, evidence of your innocence came to light. Oropher learned you were born years after the Kinslaying and had nothing to do with the tragic events that unfolded in Doriath. The king, not wanting to be seen as unjust, apologized to you in front of his court. As for Thranduil?
🌿Thranduil avoided you, and when he could not do it, he avoided looking at you. It was a reprieve, a welcomed one, and you grabbed onto it with both hands.
🌿Then one day you found yourself being moved to better rooms, given better clothes, a handful of jewels, and even your few adornments. When you asked who was so kind, the servants refused to answer. All you were told was that you were to ask for anything you could ask for and that it would be given to you.
🌿 Despite this change in fortune, you kept to yourself, asking for very little and staying out of everyone's way. You did not trust the elves of Greenwood. Not them or their king or their crown prince. You were, however, all too aware of someone looking at you the whole time whenever you went about your day. When you turn, you'd find Thranduil looking away quickly, his cheeks turning bright pink.
🌿Then he came to you while you were in the gardens. He stumbled over his words, asking about your day, and whether your new accommodations were to your satisfaction. You were polite but cool, and could not get away from him fast enough.
🌿Little gifts would show by your door every morning. Little notes too. One of your gifts was an herbal hair tonic. The note that came with it encouraged you to use it, that it would make your hair grow faster.
🌿Thranduil will seek you out more often now. You kept up a wall, remembering the things he said and how he made you feel. Still, he was a lot kinder to you, introducing you to the other elves, and showing you around Greenwood.
🌿He would later offer to help you with your hair, when he came upon you in the garden, struggling with a braid. Frustrated and left with little choice, you accept his offer, albeit very reluctantly. He would take his time, weaving flowers and ribbons into your hair and telling you stories to keep you entertained.
🌿This too became a ritual, but a pleasant one. The two of you would go off into the gardens, and Thranduil would braid your hair while telling you stories. You find yourself looking forward to spending time with him. You finally open up to him, talking about your family, about your life. He would talk of Doriath, of what life was like under the reign of Thingol and Melian.
🌿He finally apologizes and asks for a chance to earn your forgiveness, for not believing you and treating you with little respect. You finally learn it was Thranduil who had you moved to your new chambers and had your belongings returned to you, and made sure you were looked after.
"Keep braiding my hair," you proposed, wanting him to put in the effort in earning your forgiveness, "And we will see."
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A New Family
Yandere Thranduil x Oakenshield reader x Yandere Legolas
Summary: did your father actually care about you or was it just all in your head.
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Warnings: platonic yanderes,
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getting dragged away from the company along with your dad to meet the king of the elves “do not speak yn” thorin muttered as he shoved one of the guards earning a smack to the head, i heard many stories of the eleven king and how he didn’t help against the dragon or give them shelter after they lost the mountion, as soon as we put infront of the thrown we were forced to our knees "whatever happens don't speak to him" he pleaded as he leaned down so he can see my face "I promise papa" I gave him a confidant smile he was about to say something else but steps interrupted him I moved my gaze to the floor and listened "people say a noble quest is at hand, to reclaim a lost mountain and slay a dragon" I shivered hearing his voice "but you and I know that's not what your after" he murmured I heard my dad shuffle probly standing up "I wanna make a deal" the kings sly words court my dad's attention "I'm listening" my dad said as he started walking around the room "I'll let you go giving you food to take along with you the only thing I ask is for you to return what is rightfully mine "which is" thorin asked "the jewels that shine like the stars I would like them back" the king muttered I slowly raised my gaze up and widened at the kings beauty as he sat on his throne "a favour for a favour" my dad muttered as he came beside "from a king to another" thranduil smiled "where were you when we asked for your aid where were you when we where homeless and starving" my dad yelled making sure the whole castle could hear him "I see how you treat your friends might as well be your enemy" he seethed through gritted teeth the king didn't look so pleased with my dad's answer "guards take him away" the king muttered but as soon as they came close to me he shooed them away and as they dragged my dad away he called "maybe you'll change you mind in 2 years or even 20" he said before turning your attention to me "stand" he murmured and I did as I was told "who are you" he asked but I didn’t respond just stared at him "aw your an oakenshield let me guess your his daughter explains the manners" he chuckled "don't you dare talk about my father" I muttered and rushed to him but was court by one of the guards who held a knife to my throat "let her go" he said and turned away "come" he muttered before walking I looked around not seeing anywhere I could escape be grudgingly followed "what story's have you heard about me" he asked as we walked down the hallway "that you abandoned us when we needed your aid most" I said staring down at the floor and squeaked as he stopped and I bumped into him he quickly turned to me and I quickly moved back scared of what he would do instead he leaned down and the left side of his face started to change showing of a scar "this is what happened when I tried to battle a dragon" he muttered before standing up again his head twitching as it went back to normal "I suffered many loses that day and I vowed to never face a dragon again" he said before he carried on walking I quietly followed behind we soon entered a dining room and he sat at the very end and stared at me "are you going to join me or just watch as I eat this meal" he said side eyeing me as I moved to the table I choose to sit two seats down from him so I wasn't to far away or to close "why am I here" I murmured "we may have imprisoned you bit we're not cruel" a voice murmured from behind us "ah legolus you decided to join us" thranduil said and gestured to a seat but he did the same as me and sat infront of me the rest of the meal was silent and I only just nibbled "what's happening with my father" I asked as the servants took the plates away "he will stay he till he changes his mind" he said and that was the end of the discussion.
They started to treat me like one of them they didn't allow me back into the dungeon or see my father but anything else was fine unless I want to go outside I can only go if legolas or thranduil accompanied me "why are you treating me so nicely" I asked as we sat under one of the many flowering trees "because yn your different from your father and that disgusting company you travel with" he paused "your safer here where me and legolas can protect you and provide for you" thranduil said as he put his and on top of mine but I quickly moved away "you can't keep me here and my dad will never leave me" I yelled standing up and he followed "your dad is a failure of a father he hasn't once even asked to see you he hasn't even asked about you" I stumbled a bit was he right, did my dad not actually care about me "yo-your wrong he does care and he won't leave without me" but as soon as I said that legolas came rushing in "the dwarves have escaped" it felt as if my world came rushing down around me that I didn't even realize thranduil had pulled me into his chest "don't worry you have a new family now".
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thranduil x asgardian reader
Thranduil watched as you danced around int he corner of the ballroom with your friends. Loki, who had long ago decided he wasn’t needed in the formal festivities had joined your small group, leaving the realm leaders (and his brother) in their thrones above the celebrations.
You all sang and danced, drinks in hand as the music lulled and changed. Thranduil noticed your eyes light up when the song began. You said something to the group and the five of you made your way out of the back entrance of the hall. In other words, the servant entrance.
Thranduil had to do everything in his power to stop himself from excusing himself from the current conversation he was no where near interested in with the other leaders. He instead sat, imagining what you all could possibly be doing and how much better it would have been if he had been nearer to your ages and without his kingship so that he could have joined you in your activities.
You all stood in the Bifrost as you waited for Midguard to appear. Still in your formal dress and heels with an old hoodie thrown on, you walked out of the Bifrost and onto a Midguardian beach. You grabbed Loki’s arm to study yourself as you pulled off your heels and left them on the sand with everyone else’s.
A bonfire was lit soon after and Loki used his magic to keep the music flowing.
Waves rolled in the background as the others began to pass out on the sand, one by one until it was just you left, mainly as you had stayed more sober than the others. Loki’s music stopped as he passed out, leaving the sounds of nature.
You picked up your shoes and began walking down the beach, no particular destination in mind until a beam of light surrounded you, bringing you back to Asgard. You pulled your hoodie sleeves down and slipped your heels back on before walking out of the Bifrost.
The next day, you were all attending breakfast with the guests of the ball the night before when Thranduil caught your eye. Well, he had done so the night before but you were in a tipsy whirlwind of events that were somewhat a blur and you did t want him to become a blur too. So, instead of sitting with your family, which you were supposed to, you walked over and sat beside Loki, who had left a space between himself and Thranduil for this very reason.
You made a point to sitting between the prince and the king as your grandmother seethed at you, your mother just smiling.
“I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. I’m Y/n L/n.” You said turning to Thranduil with a smile.
“Thranduil, and I must say, it’s a pleasure.”
“Pleasure’s all mine… you’re the king of Mirkwood.”
ANY IDEAS HOW TO FINISH THIS WILL BE MUCH APPRECIATED
#x reader#loki laufeyson#thor odinson#marvel#the hobbit x reader#the hobbit#thranduil x you#thranduil x reader
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My little kitten: Yandere Thranduil x baby neko reader part 1.
Age: 3 week old newborn. When Thranduil visits the queen of a neighboring kingdom he wants the queens newborn daughter. Takes place after BotFA and shortly before FotR, Thorin, Fili and Kili lives.
Warning: death, poison, a little gore, kidnapping, Yandere.
King Thranduil is riding his elk to the kingdom of K/N to meet up with Queen M/N who had recently lost her husband.
Later in the kingdom of K/N:
Thranduil and a few of his guards are standing before a woman with thigh length H/C hair and E/C eyes her most noticeable features were her ears and tail that matched her hair. He walks up to her and kissed her hand "It's been awhile M/N." He said to the younger immortal being who smiled "It has Thranduil." M/N said her H/C ears twitching and her tail swaying.
(What M/N is wearing)
The two rulers are in M/N's private study discussing their kingdom trades, wine, weaponry etc until a maid came in "I'm sorry your majesty but the princess is awake." The young woman said. "Thank you Noelle. You can take the rest of the day off." (Not Noelle from Genshin.) The queen said with a smile and got up with Thranduil who had confusion on his face. "Daughter? I didn't know you and F/N had a child." He said as he followed M/N to the royal wing where her Bed room is at. They walk into the room, Thranduil sees a crib next to M/N's queen size bed and she gently picks up the most beautiful baby he's ever seen “Yes she is three weeks old, her name is Y/N.” Your mother said gently cradling you in her arms. You looked just liked your mother same hair color and same eyes. Thranduil felt something he haven't felt for his own son 'obsession.'
(What your wearing)
You looked at the elven king in curiosity and gurgled "That is king Thranduil dear." Your mother said while rubbing your soft H/C ears gently making you purr happily unaware of the envious Woodland King 'She will be mine!' Thranduil thinks to himself determinedly.
Later Thranduil's POV:
It was near time for me and my men to leave but M/N proposed a toast to our alliance after she put "My" Y/N down for her nap which gave me the perfect opportunity. When she left I poured a vial of poison in her wine and waited for her to return. After she finally came back we lifted our goblets "A toast to our alliance." She said as we both drink our wines and made our way out of the study as soon as we did the poison took effect and in minutes M/N was on the floor dead. I smirked to myself but was thinking on what to do with the body until I saw two passed out guards drunked an idea pop in my head. I took their daggers, stabbed M/N twice (carful not to get blood on me), smeared the blood on the guards, put the daggers in their hands, went to the bathroom and washed my hands but I heard a maid screaming "QUEEN M/N!" I looked out to see that Noelle girl from earlier trying her hardest not to scream and wake Y/N up soon other guards and servants saw the whole thing. "This is good." I say to myself I managed to sneak over to M/N's room, grab my little kitten from her crib, found a torch, threw it on the ground and made the palace catch on fire. My men managed to get out but the servants and guards from inside M/N's palace didn't making me smirk and look down to Y/N who was purring in her sleep 'cute!' I think to myself "What should we do with the child my lord?" A guard asked me. "She comes with us of course. I will raise her as my own." I said cradling Y/N in my arms and adjusting the F/C blanket she was wrapped in.
In Mirkwood no one's pov:
Thranduil makes his way to the throne room with you in his arms passing guards and servants who are surprised to see you in Thranduil's arms making him smirk more.
He arrives to the throne room, sits on his throne with you resting in the crook of his arm he gently rubs your little ears but as he did you woke up with a squeaky yawn making him smile "hello little one." He said making you coo and stare at him in curiosity. "You are never leaving my side and if anyone tries to take you they are dead." He said gently kissing your forehead "You are mine and mine alone my little kitten." He said still holding you as you cooed in wonder.
At night:
Thranduil is now in his bedroom. After bathing and feeding you he managed to get you to sleep. He lies down with you on his chest and your soft purring making you more irresistible "Good night Y/N, my little kitten." He said kissing your head and falling asleep never ever letting you go.
#yandere#mirkwood elves#platonic#the hobbit#thranduil#neko reader#baby reader#middle earth#yandere father
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The Crown (Thranduil x OC Wife fanfic)
Summary: On the evening of his coronation, a heavy-hearted Thranduil prepares for the ceremony with the help of his wife. Takes place in SA 3441, seven years after Oropher's death and shortly after the end of the War of the Last Alliance.
Pairing: Thranduil x FemOC (2nd Person POV is Maereth, his OC wife in my "Sons of the Woodland King" series.)
Word count: 2.5k
Content: Grief/comfort, romance, marriage, angry/protective Thranduil
Warnings: None
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Shortly before sunset they all sweep into your chambers, bearing trunks of regalia and armfuls of fabric. No less than a dozen attendants, most faces familiar and a few less so, work in movements so organized and efficient that amid their whirlwind of activity, the room remains respectfully quiet. Unmoved is the somber stillness that has blanketed it over the long nights past.
When the last clasp on your gown has been fastened and the final stroke of the brush has run through your hair, the elleths who attend you curtsy simultaneously. "My Queen," murmurs Caethel, your own sweet handmaid. You give her a gracious smile but shake your head. "Thank you," you whisper. "But no. Not yet.”
After they leave, you walk over to the open double doors that lead out to the balcony, lingering behind the sheer white curtains to breathe in the crisp autumn air and feel the sun’s fading rays on your face. This evening, your life changes drastically, setting you on a road of so many possibilities not even your foresight can offer the comfort of certainty.
It frightens you, this new role and unfamiliar future that you never, in the long years of your youth, desired for yourself. But you desired him. From the moment you crossed paths with Thranduil Oropherion, you lost your heart and your choice.
You turn away from the balcony view and back to matters at hand. Across the chamber, the last two remaining servants hover about the feet of your husband, one working the straps of his tall boots, the other standing back to survey the overall effect. You had worked closely with the palace tailors to oversee the making of his coronation robes, and the final product they presented pleased you. Whatever Thranduil thinks of them, however, remains unclear. You watch as he stands still, eerily like a statue of cold marble, while they adjust the long ends of heavily embroidered fabric around his booted legs.
Finally, they turn their attention to his hair. The head valet, the late king’s personal own, reaches up to tug the loose silver locks away from his ears, and you see it. A barely perceptible grimace flickers over Thranduil’s face. The sight calls out to you, and you take one unbidden step forward.
He hears your movement. His eyes suddenly rise and carry his gaze across the room to where you stand, a silent, tearless cry that stabs your own heart in shared grief.
“Let me,” you call out, gliding swiftly to your husband’s side. The valet blinks at you in confusion, so you clarify. “I shall take it from here. Thank you for all you have done.”
He hesitates with a hand still resting over the cascade of Thranduil’s hair. “Would you like me to show you how, my lady?”
You shake your head and answer simply. “I will see it done.”
He senses your intention and is determined enough to try and object. “But Princess--”
“She said it will be done!” Thranduil cuts him off sharply. “And you are finished here. Leave us.” Robes swirling in his wake, he storms to the bedroom chamber, where none but you would dare follow.
You do not undermine your husband by apologizing on his behalf, but you thank the servants again as you see them out the door. Then entering your bedroom, you find Thranduil glaring at his reflection in a gilded mirror on the wall, a wine goblet in his hand.
“They want your ceremony executed properly, down to the last detail, so it may have the dignity it deserves. That is all.”
He remains silent and does not even look at you until you come up to him. You take the empty goblet from his hand and replace it with your own. A gentle squeeze of your palm brings his eyes on you, and in their blue depths you finally catch a glimmer of something other than pain.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers.
“Melmenya…” You hold your intertwined fingers to your cheek. “It is you who matters tonight, and only you. Let us finish getting you ready.”
His eyes dart back to the mirror. “Those braids,” he mutters. “Such a trivial thing. Such a small, trivial, foolish matter to have ever quarreled about.”
Thranduil has never been one to weep, and the death of his father did not change that. But his clear eyes, distant manner, and brusque comments cannot mask his sorrow from you. You do not press him for anything, but you simply listen to him grieve in his own way.
You wonder how Oropher’s personal valet could have missed the significance of hair braids in the late king’s tumultuous relationship with his only child. Perhaps the father and son had succeeded in concealing the tides of their estrangement from those close to them. But over the course of the two millenia you have known Thranduil, you became his most intimate confidante, and by the time you were married, you had heard the story behind every single deep-seated grievance your husband carried against his sire.
All his life, Oropher regarded braided hair as a sign of Elven refinement. A lord of old traditions, he braided his waist-length hair, a crowning glory of silver among the Silvans he ruled, in an elaborate and precise style that he considered the hallmark of his kingly visage. Hair ornamentation was neither the first nor most contentious matter Thranduil and Oropher disagreed on. But it was the first dissension that the prince actually expressed, which then emboldened him to start speaking his mind against every decreed formality or royal practice he did not wish to observe. And there were many.
By his account, Thranduil started rejecting the tying back of his hair as soon as he left the care of a nursemaid. His father tolerated this childish rebellion only by the intercession of his wife. But after this gentle mediator was lost to them both in the destruction of Doriath, the young Thranduil who had barely come of age only grew more determined to exert his independence from Oropher.
As wild as one of Araw’s Kine, Oropher had grumbled regarding your husband, when you once asked what he had been like in his youth. And as stubborn as the whole herd.
Reflecting on all this, you comb your fingers repeatedly through the silken strands that flow freely down Thranduil’s shoulder to his chest.
“We shall not braid or tie your hair,” you declare. “It is a practice that has no bearing on your ability to rule, and you have always sought to be a king of your own mind, your own customs. Let this be the first official departure from protocol towards your own image.”
“As you say, my love.” Thranduil takes your hand to press kisses on your palm before resting it against his chest. You feel the strong and steady beating of his heart, and once again feel weak with relief that he had not been among those lost upon the plains of Mordor.
“Despite his shortcomings as a father, he was a good king.” The slightest quiver in his voice betrays him. “A great king, where it mattered. He earned and deserved the people’s love and loyalty.”
“And so shall you.” You cradle his anguished face between your hands, wishing desperately for the power to heal him of his emotional wounds as well. “Your father rode to battle in confidence and in peace, knowing he had a worthy successor in place.”
“Successors.”
You smile at this correction and gentle reminder of your young son. “Yes. But tonight, only one of you shall be crowned.”
You brush a kiss on his lips before walking away to the dressing room once more. You fetch the gilded coffer that had been delivered to you earlier that day and set it on a table before your husband. He stares silently at the seal worked in gold upon the lid, the seal of the Crown Prince, now the seal of the Elvenking.
His lack of response disappoints you. “Do you not wish to see it?”
He shakes his head and raises his eyes from the box to meet your gaze. “I wish for you to do it.”
It takes you a moment to discern his meaning, and then you stammer through a protest. “I-I cannot. I must not. That honor has been reserved for Silevion.”
A scowl darkens his face. “That craven deserves no honors.”
In the past, Thranduil’s incorrigible disdain of politics had led him to mark himself as unfit to be king. He refused to employ his natural charisma to gain the friendship of Oropher’s councilors, instead amusing himself by subtly mocking them to their unknowing faces. But over time, once he had fully accepted his role as heir to the throne, he formed amicable relationships with all the key lords of Greenwood. Except one.
In the woodlands north of the Emyn Duir, Lord Silevion governs the largest province in the kingdom. He has held his seat since the foundation of the realm, which in his mind--as well as of the general populace--makes him the second highest authority in the land.
So great is Silevion’s accorded power that he had been permitted to stay behind while both King and Prince marched to battle, and safeguard the realm in the Crown’s stead. Rule the elflord did, warming the throne for seven years after Oropher was entombed and while Thranduil remained with the half-decimated Woodland forces to finish the war.
You cannot blame your husband for his grudges. You harbor your own private distrust of the elflord and his brazen ambition, but Thranduil’s enmity needs tempering, not fuel.
“It was your father’s expressed will that the chief councilor crown you when your time comes.” You move close and run your hands up his chest, hoping your touch can make the words easier to accept. “Let us not attempt to overturn decisions that were made long ago.”
Thranduil leans into your caresses, but a smirk lifts the corner of his mouth. “If there is one lesson my father made clear, there is nothing decided in this realm that its king cannot overturn.” His arms around your waist suddenly tighten. “I want you, my wife. My Queen. Their Queen.”
His abrupt change in tone makes you recoil, as it dawns on you what is truly bothering him. “Thranduil, no…"
"Yes." His nostrils flare and his jaw trembles as he chokes a roar back into a snarl. “Yes.”
He is still so angry, after all these years. Years of seemingly endless debates, arguments, negotiations, threats and entreaties. Finally, at your behest, he had conceded to the Council’s ruling, burying his outrage at the choice forced on him. It is a fury you know he would never be able to extinguish.
The Crown Prince may marry the Noldor Exile, she who is of Kinslayer blood. She may bear and raise his heirs, who will join the line of succession. When the Prince inherits the throne and the title of King, she will be given the title of Queen, a title that carries prestige, but no rule or regency. Thranduil’s Queen shall not govern alongside her King, but shall serve under him. In matters brought before the crown, she shall have no voice, and no power shall be exercised by her unless granted by the unanimous vote of the King’s Council.
“Am I to stand by as they continue to insult my wife,” Thranduil fumes. “Let them again proclaim you an outsider, call attention to your lineage to goad our people’s suspicions and distrust?”
A prick of your own hurt at the memory threatens to surface, but you push it away. “Their edict did not poison the people against me when you made me your princess. It will be no different when you make me your queen.”
He barks a cold, humorless laugh. “Whenever they may permit me to crown you! A queen’s crown which, by their perversion, is no more than a shiny trinket.”
"That is mere posturing,” you say calmly. “I am mother to the Crown Prince, and wife to a King who respects me as his partner and equal. That is great power only I can hold and can never be taken from me. Your councilors may tell the people whatever they wish about me, so long as it is the truth. And you must allow it, as you had agreed to long ago.”
You can see your reasoning piercing through his wrath. But he holds you tight, as though pleading for permission to succumb to his impulses. “You deserve far better than this. I should have fought for it then, and I should demand it now.”
“I beg you, husband.” You grasp his arms firmly. “Do not take your focus away from what truly matters. Tonight you rise to your father’s place, and you will at last be king. My king, as much as the people’s. My devotion to you shall be as subject as well as wife. And know this without doubt, Thranduil Oropherion. It shall be my proudest honor to serve you. For I know no greater Elvenking shall ever walk upon Middle-earth.”
Your words rob him of speech, momentarily even of his breath. You extricate yourself from his arms and return to the gilded coffer. You undo the latch and lift the lid to extract the treasure within.
In making the new King’s crown, you sought guidance from your nephew, the son of your beloved late brother and inheritor of his father’s craft. Olondir lent his knowledge in working the pieces of oak branches into the precise shape and measurements, but the long months of troublesome design and delicate labor had been mostly yours.
The hours spent battling frustration and sore, bleeding fingers vanish from memory when you see the wonder light Thranduil’s face. Silently, he sinks down on one knee, so that his head comes at level to your shoulders. You slip the tall, intricate crown over his silver hair, and the entwined lengths of wood fit neatly around his ears and frame the strong lines of his cheekbones.
“It is living and breathing oak given by one of our own trees,” you say softly, brushing your fingertip along the orange autumn foliage sprouting from the wooden weaves. At your touch, the small leaves seem to shift and grow fuller and brighter in hue. “It will change and flourish with the woodlands over the seasons of your rule.”
He tilts his face up to you, love and worship pouring from his gaze, but also renewed strength and determination. Pride swells in your heart at the majestic vision of him, a dream that had graced you long, long ago and has finally come to life before your eyes. In this private moment, you vow to yourself that you would fear no darkness or uncertainty ever again, not while your lord husband held reign over the kingdom.
“On your feet, my King Thranduil,” you command him for the last time. “From this night forward, you kneel to no one.”
#thranduil x oc#thranduil wife#thranduil#king thranduil#lord of the rings#thranduil oropherion#lee pace#thranduil fanfiction#the hobbit#sons of the woodland king#sotwk
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Hi! You're a talented writer and for that, I thank you for sharing your stories with us. Answering some of our requests and/or questions. May I request something for Thranduil, please? I don't really have a plot in mind but angst with fluff would be good. Oh wait, what about they're fighting in front of little Legolas about something then Legolas got scared?
Notes: Thank you so much for the compliments! Sorry that it's taken me a while to get around to your request but my exams are over now.
Pairing: Thranduil x Reader
Word count: 1.1k
Nobles are a trial
You weren’t sure which was more sour: your mood or the god awful wine that the diplomats had brought with them. You had spent the past two hours seething over a comment that a noble had made about you being a pretty trophy for the King, coming from a very high-class family and being good-looking as you were. You were prepared to deliver a quick retort to remind the laughing aristocrat of their place when the sound of your husband’s laughter joining in made you freeze in a feeling of betrayal as he merely glossed over the comment.
You didn’t try to hide your bitter mood from him after that, doing things that you knew he would pick up on but remaining civil enough to not give the noble any sense of satisfaction. He had never done something like this before! He was always as quick to demand that you be respected as you were to do the same for him when in the presence of your armed forces.
You would see to it that you gave your husband a tongue-lashing enough to assure that he would never allow such comments to be made again. You would remain patient until the proper time, until you found yourself in the privacy of your shared chambers - you had been raised to know of proper times and places, after all.
“You’ve been terribly quiet this evening, meleth nîn (my love).” Thranduil commented as he removed the heavy outer layer of his robes that shimmered a pale gold. You felt your jaw tighten as all the offence that had been building within you burst like a dam.
“I suppose that would be because trophies don’t talk, do they?” There was an acid in your voice and you set the goblet of wine down with too much force.
“I beg your pardon?” You watched Thranduil’s thick brows furrow and it made you even angrier that he would not remember laughing at such an objectifying comment aimed towards you.
“Well don’t look so confused now, you seemed so very amused when you first heard it.” You sat in front of your mirror to unpin your hair from the style that your most trusted servant had styled it into that morning. You scoffed at his blank expression reflected in the mirror from behind you. “Do you truly not know of what I speak?” You spun around, growing all the angrier that he could not remember the words that had put you in such a terrible mood.
“Meleth, I have no interest in guessing games, tell me what has upset you and we shall resolve it.” You spun around and glared at him, aware that he was using the same tone that he used with delegates and diplomats who were being stubborn.
“Do not use that voice with me! I speak of the aristocrat who called me your ‘pretty trophy’ and you said nothing to defend me! You laughed along with him!” You had stood from your stool now, storming over to your husband and poking an accusatory finger at his chest.
“I would never, ever, allow someone to speak of you in such a way! And you laughed! You laughed with him! Is that what I am to you? Some exclusive pick for a King to flaunt?”
“You’re far too angry about this. Had you said something to me when it happened, I would have-”
“I was far too embarrassed to say at the time because you were preoccupied with laughing!” You exploded, ears deaf to how loud your voice had raised in your anger, feeling the ache at the back of your throat from repressing any frustrated tears or sobs. “Laughing about me being a trophy for you!”
“You are no such thing. You are the mother of my he-”
“Then why didn’t you say that then?! It means little now!” You threw your hands up in the air and the coolness of your lover’s expression only served to fuel your anger further:. He showed the slightest signs of being affected by your outburst: a tightened jaw and slightly furrowed brows, his eyes seemingly disinterested.
“Adar? Naneth? (Father? Mother?)” You froze at the sound of the quiet and intimidated voice. Your hands fell to your sides as you turned to see little hands curling around the corner of the door that stood ajar. Golden locks hung freely around his flushed little face and his blue eyes were brimmed with tears, bottom lip trembling. You had frightened your son.
You felt terrible at seeing his scared and worried face. You felt Thranduil’s hand land at your lower back and he crouched down, his touch encouraging you to do the same.
“Legolas.” His voice was soft, “Come here.” Your little elfling trotted across the room and stood between the two of you as you crouched on the floor.
“Naneth, why are you arguing?” His eyes looked like oceans on a rainy day and it had you fighting back your own tears as your lips parted, looking for a way to explain things to him. You had overreacted, certainly could have dealt with this more calmly, and it was your job to not teach him to act as such, your job to be a good role model for him.
“Someone said something unkind about your mother today and I did not do anything to defend her when I should have.” Thranduil replied, opening his free arm to invite Legolas into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around his son as his other hand curled around your waist, bringing you closer to.
“And I was angrier at your father than I was at that someone which was not right. I owe him an apology.” Your eyes turned from your son to your husband whose face had now softened as the three of you held each other in a long embrace. All of you cared little for the fact that you were on the floor. Being together and letting the argument dissolve into peace. Your hand smoothed down Legolas’ golden hair and you felt Thranduil’s lips brush against your temple in a sweet kiss. When he whispered to you next, it was so quiet that Legolas would not hear it:
“You will point out this noble to me and he shall be punished accordingly, am I understood? It breaks our hearts to see the most precious elleth in our lives so upset.” You nodded your head gently and leaned into your husband, pulling your son closer and sighing at feeling him rest his head at the top of your chest. In letting your anger simmer, you had created an argument where it was unnecessary but all would be resolved soon enough. Your mouth curled up into a smile Thranduil’s lips on your cheek.
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A Servant's Lie Destroys Love
Summary: A servant told you and your loved one that your relationship would not be approved by your father, leading to their suffering for two years and three months. Your father eventually discovered and punished the servant, then reuniting them.
Word count: 5749
Warnings: sad feelings
Father Thranduil x male reader
You are Thranduil's youngest son, you are very breathtaking. You are a strong warrior but also a very good healer. Thranduil loves you very much.
Your white hair, almost like snow or diamonds, is a rare color.
Your figure makes you attractive to everyone and you don't even notice it.
Your father Thranduil comes into your room and sees you looking disparagingly at the blue-red streak in your hair, the streak is your natural color, it comes again and again, even if you cut it out.
You watch the strand in the mirror and sigh.
"Again?" Your father comes up to you and sees you looking at the long strand.
"Again what, father?" You ask and your eyes meet through the mirror.
"That streak," he indicates it with his fingers. "Are you going to cut it out again?"
"I hate it, is my stupid white hair not enough, why does it must have this red blue strand?"
"Your white hair is enough son, the streak of red is beautiful, it's better to let it grow, it's like a flame," he puts his hand on your shoulder and adds, "Let the streak grow and add beauty and charm to your appearance, please, my son."
Annoyed you move your shoulder away from him. " I know you wouldn't understand that"
"I understand your annoyance son, just let the streak be and let the red color in it be like a flame or the sun, it looks like a star when it shines, please listen to me," he says and stands in front of you, blocking the way to the mirror.
You lean your head in your father's neck "i hate it" you mumble and the frustration is clearly heard in your voice and also the tears that try to leave your eyes.
Your father wraps his strong arms around you and kisses you on the forehead, his touch warms the chill in your heart and the tears from your eyes fall down your cheeks, Thranduil holds you close to him and says, "It's hard for me to see you crying because of this, let me see the streak."
Thranduil carefully lifts the strand of hair and studies it closely, "Hmm, this red is like fire or the sun," he says and brushes his fingers against it, "It suits you, even though you don't notice it, it has a charm when it shines and stands out among the white in the hair, the red streak seems like the red in the eyes of a predator, it will impress everyone."
"and the blue triad?"
He lowers the streak to see both colors, "The blue seems like the eyes of a deep ocean or the night sky under the moon, there is mystery, beauty and charm in this blue, and with this combination it is very unique, I have never seen such a strand before."
"Don't think to cut the streak or think it's ugly again, it will add to your charm and your white hair makes it stand out, it's fascinating and beautiful," he says, then he kisses your forehead again.
You nod slightly.
"I love you," he wraps his arms around you tightly and buries his face in your neck and you feel the strength of his love, Thranduil does not stop holding you and rubbing your hair with his fingers, "I really love you, my son," he says.
"love you too, father"
He raises his face and looks at you smiling, then he lowers his lips to your forehead and kisses you again, "Be happy and forget this nonsense about the streak, it's beautiful and you are beautiful with it," he adds.
Timeskip (You have let the strand grow for a few weeks.
Then one evening Thranduil finds you at your hidden places, after you have missed dinner and sees you have cut the strand again.)
Thranduil has a deep frown on his face, the look of his face shows his displeasure, "Again?" Thranduil says, "I asked you not to cut the streak, this red and blue is making you more spectacular and beautiful, why are you doing this?"
"i didn't promise it" you answer soft.
"I knew this would happen Son, I'm not sure why you don't see the charm of this streak, what will other elves say when they see this unique streak of yours in white hair, it's like a sun or a star," he says and kneels in front of you as he puts his hands on your cheeks and brings your face to his eyes, "I'm very angry with this son, I wanted you to see the charm of this streak."
"i hate it, i fucking hate it, I hate it so much, I hate that it reminds me of someone! " You answer frustrated and you don't even realize that you said more as you even wanted to expose.
Thranduil is startled when you swear, he has never heard this sentence from you before, "Remind you of someone?" he asks, with fear and curiosity in his voice.
Your eyes weiden slightly " no? Its not important"
Thranduil is serious and doesn't let this issue go so easily, "Who does it remind you of?" he asks more anxiously.
"its not important anymore, we are not together anymore, I'm not together anymore with this person" you say quickly.
"But you once had a relationship with this person?" he replies, looking into your eyes carefully.
You nod slightly.
"How long did the relationship last?"
His face changes and he begins to be serious and a frown spreads on his face.
" 2 years and 3 months" you mumble.
"Did he break the relationship off from you?"
He is more attentive and the expression on his face changes further.
"Who said it was a he and yes it was not me who broke up"
"This is more important than I imagined," Thranduil says, and his voice becomes sharp, "Nobody said it. But I assume it. He broke up with you, how long ago did it happen?"
You look away from him.
Thranduil becomes more serious, he grabs your chin and forces you to look into his eyes, "Are you still in love with him?"
You nod.
The frown on his face widens, and his voice is louder, "You are still in love with someone who left you?"
"Father, don't say it like that, that hurts." You whisper.
Thranduil's facial expression changes and he becomes soft and caring, he removes his hands from your face and wraps his arms around you, "It's obvious that I have pained you my Son, but how long has it been since he left you?"
"a year and 2 months" you answer shortly.
Thranduil stays silent, he is still surprised to know you had a relationship and now that the relationship got broke off. And that you hide it. You hide your pain and dealt with it alone.
Thranduil holds you away from him and looks at you intently, he can clearly see the pain in your eyes that you have been trying to hide, Thranduil rubs your back and says, "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"
He becomes more curious about what happened during these two years of love and how this relationship ended.
"Because it was not a woman, it was a male, i thought you wouldn't approve of it" you mumble small.
Thranduil is really surprised by this sudden twist, he didn't expect that at all, yet he understands and nods briefly, "I understand, you thought I wouldn't approve of the relationship, but Son, why didn't you tell me that he broke up with you? I would have understood you."
"i don't know, i just felt suddenly so alone and i didn't know what to do"
"My Son," Thranduil's voice becomes more affectionate, he puts his hands on your cheeks and adds, "Did you feel this pain alone in the one year and two months without telling anyone? How many times did you want to talk to me or your brother Legolas and didn't?"
" I can deal with it alone, it's not so bad", you answer, you know that this is a lie.
"I don't believe a word of this," Thranduil says and looks deep into your eyes, "I never knew you have dealt with this pain for two years, my Son, you shouldn't have done this, you should have told me."
"You both were busy, really busy. You both didn't need another burden."
"What are you talking about?! You, my Son, are not a burden for me or Legolas, if you are in pain, you must tell us, we are your family and we are here to share your joy and pain."
Thranduil's concern for you grows, and he says, "I hate that you hid your pain to avoid bothering us."
You lower your head slightly.
Then Thranduils head fills with concern " Have you talked about that, to anyone, your pain, do you had anyone who had listen to you, who you had talked to?" Thranduil ask almost scared of the answer.
You remain silent, your eyes avoid those of Thranduil and you look to the side slightly, Thranduil understands that you have not spoken to anyone about your pain, and you have been dealing with everything alone, he is very upset about this.
Thranduil lifts your face to his eyes and says, "Did no one listen to your pain? No one supported you?"
"I was good at hiding it" you slightly smile.
"This is the most hurtful thing I can hear from you," Thranduil says and his voice is pained, "You have hidden your pain from me and Legolas and from everyone, you were alone in your pain? That breaks me, a father. how many times have you felt sad, angry, in pain, and no one helped you?"
"i was fine, I'm fine"
Your answer made Thranduil's face turn to sadness, he knows you are not fine and that you have been suffering for two years, he hates the idea that his son has been in pain alone throughout this time.
"You are still in pain inside," Thranduil says sadly, "How many nights you have cried to sleep and no one has wiped your tears?"
You stay silent.
Thranduil is upset now, this has caused pain to his heart, "I'm here, my Son, I love you and I'm here for you no matter what, you should have come to me to share your pain, to say that it hurts, I would have supported you, but no one was with you, how many nights have you cried yourself to sleep with no one to hug you in your misery? Who wiped your tears?"
"I was fine, there were important things to do as me."
Thranduil becomes more distressed, "No matter how much work I have, it would not be more important than my son's pain in his soul," he says, "My son, is this how you have dealt with the sadness and misery of the breakup? Alone in a corner and a heart tearing apart alone without knowing how to deal with it?"
"Don't lie to me or hide your feelings from me, this is the last time I'm asking you. Who was with you?"
"No one was there." you whisper.
Thranduil takes a deep breath, he is angry, "No one knew or heard that you were in pain? No one was there to comfort you? No one helped you in your misery?"
Thranduil's voice fills with pain and anger as he asks, "You didn't even let Legolas support you?"
"I'm fine"
"Don't you dare tell me you're fine again," he says louder, "You have been alone dealing with the breakup for two years, you have hidden everything inside you, you have cried yourself to sleep at night and no one has cared or hugged you, tell me who was there to listen to you in your misery? WHO WAS THERE WITH YOU?"
"no one was there" you snap back.
"I was alone, alone, i couldn't brother anyone, couldn't steal their happiness because i felt bad or sad"
Thranduil feels even more pain in his heart, he sees the extent of your agony as he looks at you, "You were alone in your grief and misery, you did all this alone and your tears dried by themselves and no one has given you comfort and support, and you think this is fine?"
"yes, it is fine"
"It's fine to be alone in misery and grief?"
Thranduil becomes more serious and angry, he leans forward and says, "Don't lie to me," he grabs your arms firmly and says, "Tell me, didn't you get sick of it? Didn't you miss that person? Did you really handle all this alone?"
Your breath suddenly gets stuck as your father's question hurts you, if you didn't miss your loved one.
Thranduil's grip on your arms tightens as he notices your breath catching, he realizes how pained you are by his question.
He continues, "Tell me, didn't you miss him too? Is this how you handle the loss of love, with pain? Alone in misery?"
You don't answer his question.
Then Thranduil decides to trick you. "So you don't care if he has a new partner? Probably a better one than you?"
The idea of him with a new person makes your stomach turn painfully and your heart beats rapidly, your breath catches in your throat and your face freezes, it is the first time he has mentioned this thing.
You can't stand the thought of him with someone else, but you try with all your strength to remain calm and not to panic, and to try not to show him your jealousy and pain.
"what?" You ask softly
"I'm saying that he has surely now moved on and is with another person, maybe even better than you," Thranduil adds as he waits for you to reply and to show at least some reaction.
"He wouldn't do that"
"The more time passes my Son, the more he will find someone else, and they will be happy together, this is what the reality is, he left you and there is nothing to stop him from being happy again."
Thranduil tries to see your reaction and wait for you to show jealousy or anger if you hear this thing.
But instead of anger or jealousy, Thranduil has torn your heart apart " that's not true, he still loves me, he has broken up with me, because he thinks he is not enough for a prince, like me. Because we both thought you would abandoned me" you say weak and your legs give away.
Thranduil is about to become furious and yell out loud, but he notices that the words had a great impact on you, your legs are giving way, and your voice is weak.
His attitude changes and he kneels before you, Thranduil wraps his strong arms around you and lifts your body, holding you tightly in his arms.
"He left you because he thought I would abandon you?"
Thranduil's eyes widen as rage sweeps over him, "How could he think that?"
"there was servant that talked bad about you. Talked about that you hate relationships that have the same gander. You will have cut their heads. He was so scared you would abandon me, he said it would break me to be apart from you and Legolas. I told him, we could run away, we both could live together. But he was against it, he said he was not Worthy of my love, because he is just a simple warrior.
But he cared so much about me, so so much." You finally sob under pain.
Thranduil's eyes fill with rage and he tries to remain calm, his entire body trembles and he holds you tighter, "What do these servants know about us? He said that I hate a relationship if the two are a boy or a girl?"
His voice trembles and his anger is obvious, he asks again, "He left you because he feared that we would abandon you?"
"He was a good man, father. He always cared about me, made sure I didn't exhaust myself.
We did so many things together, so beautiful things. He even helped me to take care of the injured people after the battle. I was so scared that one of the injured ones would die, that he stayed with me there. Helped me to get the things I need to heal them. He did everything for me.”
“This servant made us both scared. What he said sounded plausible, that you hated relationships with the same gender. You have slaughtered a few people because of that.”
“He felt so worthless, not Worthy enough for me to have him. He didn't think you would give him your blessing.
He cried and begged me to stop this relationship with him because it could harm me." You cry quite.
Thranduil is really surprised to hear how much he cared for you and how much he loved you, and how he helped you with the wounded people.
His anger turns to sadness and he squeezes you tighter and asks again, "If that servant didn't exist, this wouldn't have happened? You might have still been together now if it wasn't for this?"
"yeah, I'm sure you would loved him. " You mumble.
Then for a second you remember a lovely memory with your love and your sobs immediately stops and you smile softly.
Thranduil looks at you as long as you smile softly, and he sees your face lighten up when you remember this memory, he leans down to you and asks, "Will you tell me about it?"
He sees his son's pain is going away a little, and he is happy that you are smiling.
"huh? About what" you ask slightly confused.
"The lovely memory you remembered," Thranduil answers with a smile on his face, "You smiled softly when you remembered it, I would like to know what was that lovely memory that made you smile?"
You nod slowly before you with a joyful voice speak "I have told him casually in a subordinate clause that it would be nice to see the stars during the day. A few weeks later, he took me to a small stone cave and in there you could see the stars during the day. I mean, it wasn't really the stars but it was wonderful and we had a picnic." You smile dreamly.
Thranduil's face brightens as he hears your lovely memory and smiles softly, "He really loved you and you him," he says in a warm tone, "He did not let a single moment go by without making you happy."
"He always made me happy. We both were scared, I was scared at some point to tell you of him and I even feared to tell Legolas of him" you mumble sadly.
Thranduil understands that the servant's statements had affected you a lot and had made you afraid to speak, he says, "Well, that servant was a fool, they had no right to interfere in your relationship that way, they caused too much harm," Thranduil continues, "He was a good-hearted and lovely person, you should have told me and Legolas, we would have accepted him and welcomed him into our life."
"The servant is your right hand, Bararod, father. He is one of the teachers that teaches me and Legolas. The words he told were always the same with you, how should I know that this was a lie."
Thranduil is startled to hear this, he is really angry, "Bararod said that?" he continues, "Bararod, who I trusted and had near me most of the time, is the one who said that?"
The expression on Thranduil's face darkens and he looks straight into your eyes, "Did he really say that I hated people who were together with the same gender?"
"He did, he saw me and him hold hands. He told us it was disgusting, he told us you would find it disgusting."
Thranduil's eyes are filled with anger, "He said it was disgusting that you were together? He dared to say that to you?"
Thranduil's voice sounds a little louder as he feels his anger escalating, "He said I would feel disgusted by it? He said I would abandon you because of that?"
Thranduil's eyes flash with rage and he feels like he wants to take his sword from its sheath and tear Barabrod to pieces.
"he did" you mumble as your eyes start to fill with tears again.
Thranduil remains in shock for a moment and then he looks at you with intense anger in his eyes, but when he sees the tears in your eyes, his voice becomes softer, "I swear to you my son that if you had told me about him, there would have been no one to have a problem with this relationship," he says with a calm voice, "I would have accepted him and welcomed him into our family."
"I'm so sorry" you sob.
"Don't be sorry," he says softly, "You are not at fault at all, you did this because you thought that you would harm me, and you did this because of the pressure you had suffered from the servant, you were afraid to tell me about him.
I swear to you that I would have accepted him, my Son, you were wrong in this matter," Thranduil takes you tightly and holds you in his arms, "don't cry," he continues, "I'm here, my Son, I'm here for you."
"I still would have my love, if i wasn't so scared, so stupid" you whimper.
"You're not stupid, my Son," Thranduil says in an understanding and soothing voice, "I'm just upset that you thought the worst about me," he continues, "I would have accepted him, and I would have allowed you to enjoy your relationship without any pain, I swear to you, my sin, do not cry, do not think about what has happened, no one could have interfered in your life and your relationship."
"I do" you nod.
Thranduil nods with a sad face, "Do you know where he is now?"
"no, he has left Mirkwood. We... I have too often seek his present because I watched him from afar and sometimes we ran into each other in a hallway. He always had tears in eyes when I saw him, i had made it so difficult for him because I tried to speak with him, i told him we both could leave Mirkwood, nobody would find us, but he was against it. His tears hurted me so much. And then one day I couldn't find him anywhere, just a little paper in his room that told me that he left Mirkwood for my safety and that he will always love me." Silent tears leave your eyes.
Thranduil was heartbroken when he heard these words, and he couldn't hide the pain on his face, which had become dark and sad, "What is his name, my son? Your love?"
"Ithildriel"
"Ithildriel," Thranduil repeats the words to feel them, and he can't help but think about this name, "And he really left you because he feared for you, my Son? He said he would always love you, but he left you because he was afraid for your safety and did not want to hurt you?"
"He wanted to protect me, Bararod, he told us terrible things about you. He treated us that when he see us together again he would tell it to you and Bararod told us you would kill Ithildriel before my eyes, let me watch. Because you would be so angry" you mumble, your head lays on his shoulder.
Thranduil clenches his fists and his face becomes furious, "I would have killed Ithildriel? In front of you? Bararod made you think I am a monster who will kill the person you love and let you watch this?"
"i... Yeah he has. Bararod still does it, sometimes when he sees me dreaming about Ithildriel or when I'm drawing him, Bararod comes to me and tells me the terrible things you would do to Ithildriel when you would know about us."
Thranduil is really angry and his voice becomes louder and harsher, "That wretched Bararod, he said I would murder Ithildriel in front of you? And he tells you those things to scare and hurt you?"
You nod again.
Thranduil is really furious, and he squeezes you tightly in his arms, "Do you believe those lies?"
Thranduil pauses for a moment and whispers softly, "Did you believe that I was a cruel and angry man who would kill your lover, and let you watch him being killed?"
Your hands cramp around his back as you hold onto your father. " I... I..... I did"
Thranduil's heart sinks into his stomach when he hears you say this, he whispers gently and softly, "Did you believe me to be this cruel, my Son?"
His eyes are full of shock and sadness, yet he tries to stay calm, despite his deep pain, and he holds you more tightly and more lovingly, "Was that what that stupid servant made you believe about me?"
You nod slightly.
Thranduil is very silent, and his heart fills up with sorrow, "You thought I was this cruel and you couldn't tell me about you and Ithildriel," he continues, "You thought that as soon as I know about your relationship I would kill Ithildriel and let you watch him, and you feared that."
Thranduil's voice is slightly breaking as he speaks, it hurts him immensely to hear that you were afraid of him and believed that he was capable of such cruelty.
"I'm so sorry, I know now, you wouldn't do that."
"It's too late now" you cry.
"It is not too late," Thranduil whispers, holding your head gently and speaking in a soft voice, "It is not too late, and it is not your fault."
The moment Thranduil said this, he felt that you were crying more and that your whole body was shaking, he realized that you had been hurt a lot by the whole situation.
"Are you hurt a lot?" he whispers, "Do you still miss him?"
"I miss him so much, father. Every day, every second" you say and finally your last straw breaks and you cry your pain out that you hid the last two years and 3 months.
Thranduil feels your whole body shake and he presses you against his chest trying to calm your intense crying and your body's shaking, he whispers to you, "My Son, it's okay, let it all out, don't hold back your pain anymore."
He lets you cry as much as you need to and holds you tightly in his arms, he rubs your back gently, wishing to ease your pain the best he can.
After a while you fall asleep against your father.
Thranduil feels you becoming calmer and your body relaxing and no longer shaking. He notices that your breathing has become regular as well, and he decides that it is better to let you sleep peacefully in his arms, so he is just rubbing your back and looking at you while you rest on his chest.
He thinks to himself, "Poor Son, he has been hurt a lot. He has been carrying all that by himself and has been afraid to tell me for a long time."
Hours have passed and Thranduil is still holding you in his arms as you sleep peacefully. He looks at you and smiles gently as he watches you sleep peacefully, feeling happy that you have finally stopped crying, and that you are finally calmed and no longer in pain.
But as he looks at you sleeping peacefully and smiling in his arms, he starts wondering about Ithildriel, is he still thinking about you? Is he missing you? Is he missing you the way you're missing him?
The next morning comes and Thranduil sees you have fully relaxed while you slept in your sleep, your face looks healthy and peaceful unlike yesterday's tears and sadness.
Thranduil watches you and he is happy to see you without any sadness on your face. Then Thranduil gently strokes your hair with his hand, wishing to make you wake up peacefully and not be suddenly startled.
"Ithildriel?" You mumble sleepy.
Thranduil's eyes widen in shock when he hears you speak that name and he immediately stops stroking your hair, he looks at you and sees you have started to wake up but you are still drowsy. As soon as you say Ithildriel's name his heart skips a beat and he hopes there is still hope for you to reunite with him.
Thranduil's eyes become more sad, and he says in a soft voice, "No, it's not Ithildriel, it's me, Thranduil."
Your eyes flesh for a second with hurt but then they are normal again " you are still here, father"
Thranduil's heart breaks when he sees the expression of hurt reflected in your eyes for a moment, he knows how much you miss him. He nods with sadness and he answers your words, "Yes, I am still here and I will always be here for you."
"i will never see Ithildriel again, right?" You ask softly and look up at your father.
Thranduil closes his eyes for a moment, feeling his heart drop in his stomach from the pain of hearing your question, and he opens them again and speaks softly and in a sad voice, "No, my Son, I don't think we are going to see him again."
Thranduil's voice chokes with sorrow, he feels like a heavy stone is weighing down his heart now, he can't bear to think about his Son never seeing Ithildriel again.
You simple nod, accepting your sad fate.
Thranduil closes his eyes again for a moment, feeling the sadness that is weighing on his heart, and he opens his eyes again and looks at you, his eyes are full of deep pain about the fact that you will never see Ithildriel again and that you will never reunite with him, which hurts him and tears his heart. He can't bear to see you without Ithildriel.
A few days later, the servant Bararod get punished by your father and he must leave the kingdom.
Timeskip ( A few months later. Thranduil has given Legolas a task and finally he has finished it. Then Thranduil brings you almost excited to a room in the castle.)
Thranduil's face is full of excitement when he brings you into the room, but he also looks very happy and optimistic, and he has a wide smile on his lips. It looks like someone has succeeded at a very difficult and important task, and his face shows he is very happy. He looks straight into your eyes with optimism.
"Why are you so happy, father?" You ask as you walk beside him, follow him.
"I am happy because Legolas has completed the task I had assigned to him a while ago, and I am very excited about what he is going to show you and me at this moment," he answers you with a bright smile when he sees your curious eyes, "Do you want to see what we have been waiting for?"
"waiting for?" You are confused but nod.
Thranduil smiles more happily when he sees that you are curious and interested, then he turns away and opens the big door and gestures for you to go inside.
You look at him surprised, and Thranduil's face is full of excitement and hope as he looks at you, eager for you to discover the secret he has been hiding from you.
You walk inside the room, but you don't see anything.
You turn around to your father, annoying "here is nothing, why are you bringing me to a roo..m..." your breath hitches and you grasp as you see the person standing beside the door.
"Ithildriel?" You choke out.
Thranduil is standing right beside the door to witness the reunion between you and Ithildriel, his heart beats with excitement, and it is hard to keep his deep happiness from breaking down, he is very happy to see the reunion between you and Ithirdriel.
Thranduil looks at you as you see your lover standing there, his heart breaks seeing your reaction to your lover standing there, waiting for you, and you seem too happy to even recognize him. Thranduil is really happy to watch you both reunite.
"i'm dreaming? How... Ithildriel" you are so confused. You see Ithildriel smile lovely at you and step closer to you.
Thranduil smiles as he sees your face expressing surprise when you see Ithildriel, and your eyes fill with tears of joy as he takes a step closer to you, and your lover's face is also expressing the joy he feels towards you.
Thranduil's heart breaks as he watches you both become happy at the reunion, he sees you two happy together and he feels a deep sense of joy and satisfaction, his pain of losing you and your lover starts to become a deep joy.
Ithildriel grab your hands and intertwined your hands together. " Oh my God, you are here, you are really here" you huge him happy, so happy.
Ithildriel's heart is overflowing with joy, and he hugs you tightly, and both of you feel that a heavy weight that has been on your hearts has fallen and that both of you are finally happy again.
Thranduil is watching you both hugging each other in joy and he can't stop watching your faces with a smile that keeps growing wider, feeling so happy and hopeful for you and your lover.
"Ithildriel " you say lovely and look in his eyes. your hand softly move a strand of his beautiful black hair out of his face.
Ithildriel is also looking at you lovingly and the moment he sees you take a strand of hair and move it away from his face, he looks at you lovingly and he smiles with the same love and gentleness that has always been present between you and him.
"I have missed you so much, i never have forgotten you."
Ithildriel smiles as he hears your words and his eyes are filled with love again, he answers you softly, "I have also missed you so much and I have never forgotten you either, you are always in my thoughts and my heart."
#lord of the rings#the hobbit#thranduil x you#thranduil of mirkwood#thranduil x male reader#Thranduil#Thranduil father#Father Thranduil#lotr#Love#happy ending au
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Her Tortured Soul, Part Three
↳ Her Tortured Soul Part Three, Thranduil x Reader, 18+
Warnings: angst, followed by smut. Minors DNI
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: And here is the third and final part of this short series. I am immensely proud of this. I will note that those of you who I have tagged that do not wish to read the smut, there is going to be a banner separating the story from where the spicy bits start, so keep an eye out for it. You can't miss it though. That said, feedback is always strongly encouraged, greatly appreciated and sorely needed. Enjoy!
It felt like a lifetime had passed since you last had feasted your eyes on the grandeur that was the Greenwood palace. Much like your heart felt on the inside, with rays of undisturbed golden sunlight spreading its wings to embrace your beating soul, so did its warmth descend upon your beloved’s kingdom, filling the halls and pathways with radiating light and vibrating life.
The previously felt gloom that had always seeped through your skin, penetrating your flesh, and finding home deep within your bones, had given way to hope as you walked among the waking at last, no longer a fleeting ghost of the elusive dream realm.
The sweet tingling sensation in your stomach was near agonising, fluttering butterflies swarming and tickling your insides ever tirelessly as you, accompanied by his guards, were escorted to the throne room high above the countless halls and chambers, to be presented before the King of the Woodland realm.
One by one, the guards posted on both sides of the carved bridge turned to face you in one swift motion with a saluting stomp of their feet on the paved ground as was customary when welcoming a guest of great importance and rank such as the Lady of Imladris.
Pale eyes interlocked with yours almost instantly the moment you were brought before him, the guards, each taking a bow before slowly backing away and leaving you to their king.
“My Lady, I had not thought to see you here in Greenwood,” courteous words filled with icy wonder flowed down from the throne he was occupying.
You wondered how well he would play his part of keeping up this ruse if he knew that you hadn’t come as the Lady of Rivendell, wife of Lord Elrond.
How you ached to run up the stony steps leading to his throne and tell him the news, to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him with all the love you bore for him, unconstrained by guilt and remorse, not held back by your vows that had been said in vain regardless of your good intentions.
You couldn’t. It wouldn’t be proper. He didn’t know yet; it would have to wait until the rest of the formalities and courtesies were observed and duly executed.
“I bring news from Imladris, my lord. Perhaps we could speak in private, the matter is rather sensitive I’m afraid,” you offered a timid bow of your head while your eyes remained peeled on Thranduil.
Your beloved watched you for a moment before he rose to his feet and allowed his slender legs to carry him down the steps to be stood in front of you. The distance between you was respectable and appropriate given the circumstances yet you could swear your nose immediately caught the familiar and cherished scent of him.
“Leave us,” his order sounded all over the room and was quickly followed by the obedient parting of his guards while Thranduil’s pale eyes remained pinned on yours, a flicker of annoyance dancing in his dark pupils. Silence saturated with tension flowed between you while you waited for his diligent servants to leave the throne room.
“What are you doing, coming here in this manner?” he demanded to know, not trying to hide the exasperation that was laced with his accusing tone.
“I can’t say what I have to say here. Could we go somewhere less predisposed to interruption?” you asked having brushed aside his icy bearing. After all, how could you hold him responsible when you had given him no warning of your imminent arrival.
“How many ways are there left for you to torture me in, I wonder,” he hissed under his breath.
“Your being here, the mere presence of you is excruciating. I cannot subject myself to being alone with you.”
There was a hidden plea underneath his frozen façade, one coming from a broken ellon who dared not hope for something so far out of his reach.
“I am asking you to trust me,” you murmured patiently while your hand reached up to caress his silky-smooth cheek. His eyes closed at the tenderness of your touch, and you felt him lean into it before in a blink of an eye, Thranduil jerked his head back and left your hand hanging empty in the air between you.
“This is no dream; why are you so eager to tempt fate?” his whispered words bore every ounce of his tortured soul, laden with want of the one thing he could never possess as his own.
“It goes beyond that, and you know it. All that I am asking of you, is that you take one final leap of faith,” you spoke calmly while your heart was all but on the verge of making you beg him and plead with him, do most anything to get him in a room alone with you where you could deliver him the delightful news.
“I cannot, I will not risk compromising your honor,” Thranduil shook his head, his words sounding the finality of his decision.
“Mine or yours?” you raised your chin in contempt.
Color drained from his already pale complexion at the mention of his honor. You knew better than to question it, but you felt as if he had left you no choice, stubborn and unyielding as he was, he would oft break before he would bend.
“You think I care about my honor?” he lowered his voice and took a step closer to you.
“I would let it be dragged through the mud from here to Valinor if it meant keeping yours intact, so do not insult me by suggesting otherwise.”
Thranduil’s breath was like blazing fire on your face, the quickened heaving and falling of his chest only mere inches from your own body sent a fiery jolt to the pits of your stomach. And when the towering king’s darkened eyes dropped to your lips, you saw the reason why he wouldn’t be left alone with you clear as day. Frustration was dripping off him like hot wax from a burning candle.
“I’ve left him,” you broke the silence at last. Your whispered words were barely audible, yet Thranduil had heard you all the same, for his eyes immediately found yours in a quick sharp glance.
“Tell me of the madness you have caused so that we might hope to salvage it somehow,” his words, low and quiet as they were, somehow still thundered inside the spacious room after he had closed the door to his private chambers.
“There is nothing that needs salvaging, my love,” you reassured him and proceeded to tell him about the conversation that had taken place between you and Elrond only a couple of nights before.
Thranduil had listened motionlessly and soundlessly to the tale that you had brought forth, an account of hope born of the ashes from a gruesome heartbreak, your long-awaited opportunity to be together at long last, after decades of having been forced apart, suffering needlessly, and forced to contemplate whether this world was meant for you after all. All of it, the anguish, the torment, the insufferable pain, coming to an end once and for all in the light of the mercy and forgiveness bestowed upon you by an unlikely ally.
Silence gathered and endured inside the four walls of his lavish chambers while the Woodland King contemplated the turn of events you had brought to his attention. You had expected to see delight but found none on his placid features, even his pale eyes seemed to be miles away while he appeared to be staring right through you, as if having forgotten that you were there to begin with.
“Say something,” you whispered not being able to withstand the deafening silence any longer.
Thranduil slowly closed his eyes, his breath leaving his lungs in the same instant as he opened them again and looked at you with all the sorrow his flawless features could possibly harbor. Your heart sank in your chest at the gut-wrenching look he bore, his eyes resembling vast seas of great despair that held no hope of ever running dry again.
“It doesn’t change anything, meleth.”
You had to strain to hear him, so defeated he sounded, as if his very will to live was slowly seeping from his body, one drop at a time. Your heart winced at his words, rebelling at the very idea of what he was saying. Try as hard as you could, you failed to see reason sound enough to support his preposterous words.
“It changes everything,” you declared firmly, shaking your head violently you hoped to dismiss the uneasy sensation that was beginning to take root inside your mind, the fear of him not wanting you now that someone else had discarded you. Your soul revolted at that unimaginable notion.
Only your beloved didn’t rush to cast aside your growing fear.
“It changes nothing!” Thranduil raised his voice, making your heart jump inside your chest at the unexpected harshness.
You blinked in utter disbelief, refusing to believe what you were hearing, the most horrible words imaginable rolling off his lips with no care for the devastating impact they would have on you.
“How can you say that?” you choked out, your throat gripped by the paralyzing dread that had also made your tongue run as dry as the barren lands to the South.
Horrified and frozen you watched him stride over to the windows, both his hands gripping the hard stone frame on either side, pale fingers digging into the rough and impenetrable surface in hopes of lending some of its stone-hard stability.
“You are still his wife and will forever remain as such.”
You could practically taste the disdain in his voice. Even with his back turned to you, you could see and feel the aggravation washing off him and coming at you in waves you couldn’t possibly hope to survive.
Frustrated, you took a few steps towards his frame, unwilling to back down from what you knew in your heart was right.
“You forget, we burned the parchment,” you had started to remind him but his abrupt turning around on his heel made your words die inside your mouth before they could reach your lips. With dark eyes blazing, his gaze pinned you to where you were standing with your eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar.
“There is more than one way in which we are wed to one another,” Thranduil’s raised voice erupted within his chambers while his face mirrored the fury that gripped him.
“Burning a paper does not erase that bond,” he added bitterly.
In the face of his wrath, a smile was slowly spreading across your lips, the horrid look you had born earlier, melting away like spring snows, revealing the softness beneath. You shook your head slowly while Thranduil looked on in bewilderment, presumably unaccustomed to bearing witness to someone who wouldn’t shrink away at the sight of his rage.
“Then it will please you to hear that I’ve never been his wife,” you confessed with a timid smile.
A shadow of disbelief flickered in his pale eyes at the sound of your words, as quickly as it had come, it was gone in a heartbeat when he narrowed his eyes and gave you a measuring look.
“All those years together and you never,” Thranduil trailed off, not being able to bring himself to utter the words that had given him sleepless nights for decades when he would curse the fate for forcing him to love you.
You shook your head and smiled reassuringly. It was the truth. In your decades together, there had been no intimate relations between Elrond and yourself. You had been his wife in every way there was save for that.
“How?” Thranduil breathed out with his eyebrows furrowed, his pale eyes piercing through your flesh in search of the truth carried within your soul.
You allowed your smile to grow warmer, to show him the love you bore for him written plain across your features in case there had ever been any doubts hidden away deep within him, where he himself wouldn’t have dared to venture on his own free will.
“It was always ever going to be you,” you murmured.
A barely audible gasp came unbidden from his lips. Something shifted in the room you were in, you couldn’t see it clearly, but you could feel it intimately. Thranduil’s walls had started to tumble like stone.
He closed his eyes and shook his head as if some part of him was terrified that it was all a lie, a beautiful illusion crafted by powers and forces beyond his control.
“See for yourself. Make me your wife right here and now,” your words dripped with sincere willfulness as you moved closer to him, slowly closing the space between you. There had been enough distance separating you for too long, it was finally time you bound yourselves as one.
Before you could react, he was towering over you, his dark eyes going straight to your lips as his hands clasped your face and pulled it up to meet his.
“Make me yours,” you breathed out against his mouth before his lips claimed yours in a kiss overwhelmed by decades of longing, laced with desire that had nearly burned him alive while he had only dreamed of making you his.
You parted your lips and welcomed his kiss with a need that mirrored his own, your tongue lacing with his hungrily while he guided you backwards in the direction of his bed. Starved hands roamed across the fabric of your riding-cloak before unclasping it and flinging it to the side; impatient fingers traveling from your neck to your shoulders where they slid the thin silk straps of your dress over your shoulders thus making it trickle down your body and pool at your ankles.
Thranduil’s kiss grew deeper and more demanding, commanding your complete and irrefutable surrender to him which only fed the already blazing warmth deep in your core where your desire for him was all but beginning to surge through the rest of your body.
Suddenly your back was met by something cold and hard. You imagined it was the wide and intricate bedpost, but before you could even think to open your eyes to inspect, he had hoisted you in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and pinning you to the carved post with no chance of escape even if you had been in need of one.
You could feel his own arousal when he pressed his body against yours, a hard bump grating at your lower belly in a teasing manner, yet you knew better than to think he was going to waste time with toying with you when your past experiences were compelling him to hasten matters along. While he would worship you for the centuries to come, tonight he would claim your body and soul for himself.
Breathless you poured your very essence into his kiss, your hands finding their way into his hair and tugging at it while Thranduil quickly relieved himself of his heavy robes, followed by his tunic before his hand grasped yours and pinned them to the bedpost above your head by your wrists. His mouth proceeded to venture past your lips, to your jaw and continued its hungry descent down your neck where he sucked on your flustered skin, each movement of his lips accompanied by the increasingly more pressing rocking of his hips.
You bit your lip in hopes of stifling the moan that was building deep within you, your insides all but quivering and dripping with anticipation of what was to come when Thranduil’s mouth claimed yours again with a dark hunger you had never felt before.
Before long, he had placed you on his featherbed after he had discarded the rest of his clothing, his naked form now towering over you like a most perfectly crafted and shaped mountain, his eyes sparkling with feverish greed.
He lowered himself enough to take your mouth with his burning lips, muffling your breath and forcing you to obey his will while his hands explored your naked body, the soft pads of his fingers caressing and brushing over every inch of your skin until reaching the entrance to your core.
You gasped against his mouth when his finger slipped past your slick folds and into your soaked heat. Something rumbled deep inside his chest as he slipped a second finger in, exploring the dripping core of unrestrained desire. The sweet curling and swirling motions of his fingers inside you began building towards something far greater than mere anticipation. Your breath grew heavier, laden with unyielding want for more while your already frantically beating heart began to race.
“Not yet, not like this,” Thranduil’s husky voice breathed out hot against your lips before you felt him retrieve his fingers from your heated depths, leaving an unpleasant emptiness in their absence.
“Please,” you heard yourself whimper, unable to wait any longer, your body all but aching for his as if your very life depended on it.
You wouldn’t have to beg again.
You felt Thranduil adjust himself before plunging deep inside you with a single hard thrust, the force of it making your insides burn and protest to the unaccustomed presence. You threw your head back against the soft pillows, crying out in pain at the throbbing fullness deep inside you.
“It’s going to hurt but it will pass soon, my love,” Thranduil murmured lovingly, his fingers moving to stroke your hair while he planted tender kisses near your mouth, on the tip of your nose, on the softness of your closed eyelids, your temple, and your jaw.
Soon he began moving, gently and slowly at first but as the pain started to give way to the blissful sensation you had felt earlier, prompting your hips to fall in with his rhythm, his thrusts grew deeper and harder.
His mouth left your lips to venture to your neck, grazing the soft skin with his teeth while he continued to lose himself in you, growling and grumbling in rapturous delight every time you curled your hips to meet him halfway, his throbbing length bringing you closer to your ultimate release with every thrust he made.
Panting breaths mingled and laced together in the air around you as Thranduil claimed you repeatedly, pushing you closer to your inevitable undoing while he himself was bound for the same stars of near ethereal bliss.
“Please,” you heard yourself gasp on the verge of your decadent release before your nails dug into the silky soft skin on his back, prompting a near feral groan to escape his lips as he slammed into you harder and harder until you arched your back and were met by a million stars while sweet, agonizing waves of pleasure crashed down upon you one by one, knocking the air from your lungs and forcing you to groan in euphoric delight.
Thranduil found his own release shortly after, biting down into the sensitive skin on your neck while he spilled himself deep inside you with a guttural groan of his own before his body collapsed on top of yours.
“Mine at last,” he sighed in your ear.
A blissful smile crept onto your lips as you breathed him in.
Mine at last, you thought to yourself before closing your eyes.
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Childishly lovely
A/n: Fluffy child Legolas and Thranduil fic
Thranduil x wife!Reader
The hall was packed with lords who were in alliance with the greenwood to advisors and guards and servants, music and talk had filled the hall Galion was as you assumed babysitting Legolas, by following him threw the party, you were sat on one of Thranduil's legs as he sat on his throne, he had an arm wrapped around you, you were both watching the party, Elrond had brought his twins so every so often you saw them chasing little Legolas.
"Why don't we go an enjoy the party as well, it is to strengthen our relationships, go talk with your brother" Thranduil said
"One of these days you are going to have to talk to Elrond and not make me do it" You said as Thranduil followed you threw the crowd, your fingers had looped with his.
Elrond was standing with a drink of red wine, and Celebrían on his arm talking with Lady Galadriel.
"Sister, it is good to see you again, it has been some time" Elrond said spotting you
"That it has" You returned with a nod to Elrond.
"Thranduil, how is fatherhood treating you" Celebrían questioned as you and Elrond caught up, you were both intrrupted from your conversation by Legolas holding Thranduil's robe with a chocolate covered hand and offering the cake on the plate he had, which was surprisingly untouched to Galadriel.
"Why thank you young prince" The Lady said taking it, you picked up Legolas who had chocolate covering his hands and mouth
"Who's a little diplomat" the twins came barreling in each trying to offer their father cake, you chuckled as Legolas had crashed from his sugar high onto you.
"Lets get you clean up shall we" You said to Legolas who nodded tiredly, you excused yourself and Thranduil followed after you.
After you had bathed Legolas and got him changed into cloths he could sleep in you tried to set him to bed, he refused
"Legolas your tired you need to go to bed" Thranduil said sitting on the bed
"No, I'm not, I want to stay at the party" Legolas pouted, you looked to Thranduil
"They will understand you had to go to bed, I'm Sure Elrond will be putting the twins to bed soon" You said as you sat on the bed and leaned into Thranduil.
"No" Legolas complained
"What If I get the twins to say goodnight to you" you posed, Legolas didn't make an opposing sound, you stood and walked to the door, while Thranduil still tempted Legolas to go to bed, you soon reached Elrond, his children were interrogating him to were Legolas had gone, you knelled down next to the two.
"Legolas had to go to bed, but he wants you two to say goodnight to him" The twins looked to you, before looking at their father silently questioning him if they could go, Elrond nodded and the twins took your hands and ran out of the hall, you showed them to Legolas room, they walked in quietly, you blessed the fact Arwen was born, it made the two quieter, the three of you approached the bed Legolas had fully crashed and so had Thranduil, you smiled to yourself seeing it, Thranduil had an arm wrapped protectively around Legolas, who was snuggled into his chest the twins whispered their good nights to both of them, and you took them back, you ran the party until it ended, were you had basically crashed on top of your brother.
Elrond smiled and moved a hair out of your face, he had already put the twins to sleep "I'll join you after seeing Y/n to her room" Elrond said to Celebrían, Elrond guessed Thranduil was in Legolas' room as he didn't return so he took you there and set you onto the bed.
He smiled to himself as Thranduil moved his arm unconsciously over you to protect you as well, Elrond left to his room you had given him to stay in.
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Beauty and the Beast | Chapter 20
Previous Chapters [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19]
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Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader
Summary: A Beauty and the Beast inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking and a human reader from a nearby village
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Legolas was beyond intrigued at the situation he had walked back in on. He hadn’t expected you and his father to be quite as close as you looked when he returned from patrol. He wondered just how much he had missed and found himself almost wishing he could have been here to witness such a miracle as his father befriending the human he had been so utterly annoyed to see Legolas doing the same with.
It was most amusing, as was your expression, as he watched you squirm under his gaze while you stumbled over your words, telling him how his father had explained some things and invited you to spend time with him and such. You left out a few details, not wanting to let go of every one of your little moments with Thranduil, like some of the things that he had said in the queen’s garden or the way he had looked when he showed you his burns again. Some things were just for you and he alone, as much as you weren’t fully sure yet just why you wanted to hold these moments so close.
Legolas listened with rapt attention, stealing some of the lunch that was still sitting out on the table waiting for the room to empty so the servants could clean up. He couldn’t help feeling just the slightest bit smug about the whole thing. He had known that if his father just gave it a chance, he would see that there was so much more to you and that there was so much more to the world beyond their borders that was not all bad. There was good out there that could shine brighter than even the intensity with which his father focused on the evil. It was not as black and white as the king always seemed to believe.
“I daresay you have been busy.” He chuckled, watching your face flush once more. “I should thank you. I feel your company has distracted my father from what would have been a terrible amount of strain due to my late return.” He chose his words carefully because he knew his fear for Legolas’ safety would have come out as anger and Valar help the poor servants who would have found themselves on the end of that.
You smiled a little, shrugging in response as you set your now empty cup back down on the table. “I do not need such gratitude, my prince. As I was told not so long ago... the king is not quite as bad as he might appear.”
Legolas smiled back, a playful glint in his eyes. “If you are able to call said king by his given name, I must insist that you do the same for me.”
You spent the rest of the day wandering the halls, much more aquainted with the winding corridors of the Woodland Realm than you had been when you first arrived. You loved the architecture of the place, it was absolutely beautiful. As much as you missed roaming free outside, not being confined to one space was manageable and you were starting to feel as if you could deal with it. As if you could see out the rest of your days here as well as could be expected.
A moment later, you saw Tauriel walking towards you from her room, having rested enough to feel able to resume her daily activities. She would be expected later to go to the king and give him an update of the conditions in the forest but he was currently in a meeting and she had some time. She made a beeline for you when she noticed you, smiling, and you returned it. You liked Tauriel. Despite not having spent quite as much time with her as you had others, she had been nothing but kind.
“Not in the library today?” She inquired, falling into step beside you.
You shook your head, smirking just slightly as it seemed that was now what you were known for. You had always been that girl with the books but it felt a lot better here than it had in your village. There was no derision in anybody’s eyes here when they looked at you or brought it up. “I will be later, don’t worry.” You chuckled. “I just felt like a walk.”
“Do you mind if I join for a little?” Tauriel asked and you shook your head quickly because of course you didn’t.
Truthfully, you had never really had many friends before. Maybe one or two girls back in your village but it never lasted for very long. The whispering about you would always prove too much for them sooner or later. Being associated with you as a friend didn’t seem to be a good thing and so you would always find yourself alone. Well, not alone, not truly. You had your books, after all. And your father. But still... somehow here, in this place where you had started out nothing but a prisoner, you felt that you had friends. Myleth felt like a friend, Legolas felt like a friend. Even Thranduil himself was now starting to feel like a friend.
Tauriel walked with you for a while, talking happily. She thought back to Legolas and his excitement at the way you had talked back to his father and she couldn’t help the amusement that tugged at her from within. He seemed so intent on pushing all of the king’s buttons but she knew a lot of it was because he cared. She was pulled out of her thoughts by you asking about her and Legolas, heat rushing to the tips of her ears as you wondered whether they were together.
“The prince and I are good friends, my lady.” She insisted, though you could see her practically squirming. “We work well together, that is all... besides...” A soft frown found its way onto her expression that did not escape your notice. “The king would never allow...”
It was your turn to frown at that, the implication of her words not lost on you. “What do you mean?!” You exclaimed, unable to help yourself. “Why not?!” You couldn’t fathom any reason at all. Tauriel was beautiful and kind and courageous. The king would be lucky if she and Legolas became more than just friends.
“I am just a Silvan elf.” She said, turning to you and seeing the confusion in your eyes. “I am low born.” Tauriel explained. “I am not of royal blood or good breeding. I am not suitable.”
“But...” You shook your head, frowning. “You have a respected position here. Thranduil likes you. You are so important to the realm. You are high enough, surely, and you and Legolas... get on very well.”
Tauriel shrugged, though a little stunned that you had addressed the king by name. “It does not matter. It is just not how things are. I am not a suitable match.”
You stopped walking. “Should a suitable match not depend entirely upon feelings?” Surely the king had loved his own wife and gotten to choose her for himself so why should his son be any different?
Tauriel turned to you, watching you curiously as she wondered why you appeared to be so upset about this. She shrugged, resigned to it by now. “It is alright.”
But you would not be so easily quelled as you shook your head, frowning. “No, it isn’t.” You had always been quite the hopeless romantic. Your father said it came from your books, the way you devoured tales of lovers coming together to beat whatever odds were stacked against them, but you knew it also came from the way he had always spoken about your mother. You believed in love and thought it was one of the most precious and powerful things on Middle Earth. To deny it for any reason, especially one so silly, was such a foreign concept to you. It simply felt wrong.
“Do not trouble your mind about it.” Tauriel said kindly, reaching out to pat your arm with a small smile. She could tell something about it was upsetting you, though she could not fully understand. “I must get to work. I will see you later.”
When Thranduil found himself finally free of bothersome meetings and paperwork, he found his feet leading him in the direction of the library again. It wasn’t an entirely conscious decision as his legs seemed to lead him there of their own accord but he did not spend a great deal of time dwelling on it.
When he came to the door, he pushed inside, finding you curled up in a corner. However, he immediately sensed a tension as he moved into the room, curiousity as to the cause stirring in him.
You were frowning at the pages of the book that you had not been able to concentrate on all evening, your frustration only growing with each passing moment, however you had no idea why you were so unfocused. You could not piece together why your mind was so distracted and why you were feeling so irritable when you had been practically on cloud nine after lunch.
Thranduil moved to seat himself in one of the chairs, watching you for a moment as he plucked a book from the shelf next to him. “Enjoying your book?” He asked a moment later, thoughts of asking you how the rest of your day had gone disappearing as your frown seemed to deepen under his gaze.
“Not particularly.” Was all you said, shrugging. You didn’t look up at him and he found himself frowning at that fact, though immediately dismissing any thoughts about why it bothered him.
He eyed you for a moment, thinking that perhaps you were once more having a difficult time with being trapped here. He knew it probably would not just... disappear, though he hoped that you would come to feel more at home here. “Perhaps you wish to join me on a walk? The fresh air may do you some good.”
“I do not think you need to trouble yourself with what might do me good, my king.” You stated, standing up as he blinked back at you in bewilderment. “If you will excuse me, I am tired.” And you turned and walked from the room, leaving Thranduil staring after you in confusion, trying to understand what had caused this upset in such a short few hours.
Your footsteps carried you through the winding hallways back to your room. Your prison, you thought bitterly, though you reminded yourself that not that long ago you had started to change your view on that. You wanted nothing more than to go back into the library and apologise because, truly, you did not really know what had come over you. You had been in a strange mood since your conversation with Tauriel but you had not stopped to allow yourself time to properly think it over, to figure out what about it had actually set you off on such a spiral.
You pushed the door to your room open and stepped inside, feeling your heart sink into your shoes as you wondered if Thranduil would now punish you for your insolence. Sighing, you turned to go and change out of your day clothes, ready to just pass out and forget this whole evening, but paused when you spotted something from the corner of your eye.
Sitting on your bed, a package was waiting for you. Moving over, you sat down and unwrapped it. Your nimble fingers pulled back the covering and revealed a book beneath, but not just any old book. It was beautiful, a stunningly embellished cover binding the pages together. It was gorgeous, perhaps the most beautiful copy of any book you had ever seen in your life. It looked expensive. When you investigated further, you could have sworn your heart was about to beat right out of your chest.
It was, unmistakably, the story of Beren and Lúthien.
Your favourite tale. The one Vermund had completely ruined. The one you hadn’t been able to get another copy of since. The one you thought you might never read again for the rest of your days. The one you had told Thranduil about only two days ago during lunch.
Tears began to blur your vision as the realisation of what you were beginning to feel started to descend upon you. If Tauriel was so lowly and beneath Thranduil for his son despite all of her overwhelming, positive qualities... what must he think of you?
Thranduil had left the library not too long after you had, stalking his way through the halls towards his chamber. He found himself irritated by your sudden foul mood and he could not fathom what had caused it. Undoubtedly him but he could not think of a single thing that he had done. Had he not treated you with kindness? Been generous? Allowed you freedoms he probably should not have? Indulged you in ways he would not have indulged many others? He was annoyed because he had grown to enjoy your company and to be left in such a manner irked him when all he had wanted after the long meetings and droll paperworks was to spend time with you. What could have changed in the hours since lunch? He had not even been around to do or say anything wrong!
Legolas was walking to his own chamber at the same time, catching sight of his father as he rounded the corner. His smile vanished when he saw the look on Thranduil’s face and he wondered what had happened. He had heard no talk of orc scouts or new spider nests so he did not think it was related to border patrols this time around. As much as he wished to slip into his room and hide from whatever might have drawn his father’s ire this time, he stood firm and waited for the king to reach him.
“Something the matter, adar?” He wondered, watching Thranduil look up as if he had only just noticed his presence.
“I am fine.” Thranduil growled in return, sweeping past his son in search of his wine.
“How utterly convincing...” Legolas muttered to himself, though there was no doubt his father had heard him if the look he gave his son when Legolas followed him into his chamber was anything to go by.
“Father.” He said again, softer this time, and watched Thranduil’s shoulders sag just slightly in response to his pleading tone.
“It is that girl.” Thranduil muttered darkly. Legolas frowned at the tone and the way he was back to not calling you by name. Mere hours ago, the two of you had looked to be the best of friends and he was confused by the sudden turnaround but, as he studied his father’s expression, Legolas realised that he too was confused. He was hiding it, of course, but Legolas could see it. Legolas could always see it.
“What happened?” He asked, deciding to tread this road with caution and care, wishing that he could peek into his father’s mind.
“I do not know.” Thranduil stated, staring at the wall with a deep frown as he turned his bemusement over in his mind.
Legolas opened his mouth but then closed it, unsure what to say because he didn’t quite know what his father meant. “What do you mean you do not know?”
“I mean that I do not know!” Thranduil barked, rolling his eyes in frustration. Though his irritation was not really directed at his son, more so at the situation as a whole. At the fact that he could not figure out what he had done this time to upset you... and over the fact that this seemed to even matter to him at all.
Thranduil sighed, softening just a little as he downed the wine he had poured himself and set the goblet back down on the table. “I have obviously done something to upset her but I do not know what that could possibly be.”
Legolas blinked, staring at his father for a long moment before he spoke again. “And you... did not think to ask her?”
Thranduil turned his gaze upon his son, an incredulous expression spreading across his features. “Ask her?” He asked, staring at Legolas as though he had suddenly started speaking Dwarvish.
Legolas fought very hard not to let the tiniest hint of amusement crack his expression. His father’s face was an absolute picture. For all his wisdom, the thought had not even crossed his mind. “Yes, ada. Simply ask her if you have done something to upset her... and if you have, I am sure you can find a way to remedy it.” He offered Thranduil a soft smile. “I will see you in the morning.” He bowed his head and turned, leaving his father to his thoughts.
Thranduil watched his son go, a frown on his face. He thought back to the way you had left the library without so much as a glance at him, making it obvious that you had no desire to be around him and that he must have done something to upset you. It had not crossed his mind to follow you and ask what he had done. He had simply stormed away to drown himself in his own anger as he always did.
He stayed standing there for a long while, lost in thought, before he sighed heavily and turned to sweep out of the room and back down the hallway. He would never find rest if he did not figure this out.
You didn’t know why this had upset you so much. It wasn’t like you had... feelings for him! So why would it matter to you if he thought Tauriel too lowly for his son? If he thought you just a lowly human?
Staring at the book you were still holding, you couldn’t help the warmth spreading through you at the thought of him remembering this was your favourite story, of him seeing your upset at Vermund ruining your only copy, and of him seeking this obviously expensive edition out and gifting it to you. That meant he saw you as a friend, right? That he valued your company? That he listened to you? That he... cared?
You felt guilt tug at you as you realised that you had probably completely overreacted to nothing and lost the one thing that started to mean something to you in this dark and lonely, albeit beautiful, place.
Just as you thought this, the sound of a knock at the door caused you to jump. You heard your name from the other side of the closed door, in the distinctive baritone of Thranduil’s voice.
A brief spark of fear shot through your veins as your mind jumped immediately to the thought that he might be here to dole out a punishment or something, the tone of his voice being quite firm... he sounded detached.
“Come in.” You found yourself saying despite any fear, watching the door as it opened and Thranduil came strolling into the room.
He was silent for a long moment, moving over to the window and standing there, staring out into the night. When he turned back to you, you couldn’t decipher the look on his face. He still did not speak just yet, simply stared at you for another few suffocating seconds.
It was a few seconds too long as you couldn’t take it anymore. “I am sorry.” You said quickly, lowering your gaze to the book with a little sigh,.
Thranduil followed your gaze, his own softening just slightly as he recalled the day you had told him about the book. He sighed. “I thought perhaps it was me who should be apologising to you.”
Your head snapped up to look at him as you frowned, shaking your head. “Why?” You wondered, confused.
Thranduil merely shrugged in response. “Well, I was rather hoping that you would tell me.” He scanned your face, trying to read you like one would so easily read a book. “There must be some reason for your hasty departure from the library this evening.” From me, the words sat unspoken in his mind.
You realised that he thought that he had done something to upset you and you frowned. Had he? He had not said the words about Tauriel to you himself, you had not even asked him about any of it. You had gone around asking questions and if you did not like the answers, was it really his fault?
“No...” You shook your head, sighing again as you looked up at him. “I apologise, truly. It was nothing, you have done nothing. I was simply in a foul mood... some days I find myself tiring of the same hallways and the same rooms. It is nothing, I promise. I overreacted.” Telling him the truth might prompt him to question why you were so upset about it and you still genuinely could not fully come up with any words that could explain why it did.
Thranduil was quiet for a minute before he nodded slightly. “I see.” He moved away from the window towards you and for a moment you thought he might be about to reach for your hand but he didn’t. He looked at the book on the bed beside you and then back up at your face.
“Tomorrow we shall take lunch with a different view.” He told you, deciding it would help to get you out properly, not just in one of the enclosed gardens or his private dining hall.
Thranduil offered you a small smile and then he turned and pushed back out of the room, leaving you staring after him as he so often seemed to do.
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