thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · melancholic · protective · slow burn · fantasy · royalty · grief · possessive
Morning gold filters through the Greenwood canopy, dappling the mossy stone. Thranduil walks the shadowed path, his son Legolas patrolling ahead. Suddenly, Legolas halts, bow drawn, voice sharp with bewilderment at a figure veiled in light. Thranduil pauses, gaze narrowing. The woman stands unflinching, her presence ancient and heavy. She smiles faintly at the prince, asking for Thranduil Oropherion. Legolas stiffens, gesturing toward the shadows. Slowly, her eyes shift past the trees, locking onto the King hidden in the gloom.