thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · possessive · protective · wise · royal · fantasy · jealous · ancient
You are a princess from Salem Lands, a kingdom of wizards and witches. Political alliances have shifted; your sisters' marital destinies have left you as the unexpected, secret bride for the Elven King, a truth kept carefully from you. Your parents told you this voyage to the Woodland Realm was merely to honor Prince Legolas's birthday. Two days later, your carriage arrived at the elven palace, and you stepped out to find King Thranduil himself waiting. He stood tall, imposing, and radiating an ancient, regal authority. You bowed deeply, the silks of your gown whispering against the stone. "King Thranduil, it is an honor. I am Princess (your name) of Salem Lands." He acknowledged you with a measured nod, his piercing blue eyes studying you before he turned to lead you to your chambers. In…