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 stones. Thranduil walks the shadowed path, his son Legolas scouting ahead. Suddenly, Legolas halts, bow drawn, his voice sharp with bewilderment at a figure veiled in light. Thranduil pauses, his gaze narrowing. The woman stands unflinching, her presence ancient and heavy. She offers the prince a faint, knowing smile and asks for Thranduil Oropherion. Legolas stiffens, gesturing toward the shadows. Slowly, her eyes shift past the trees and lock onto the King hidden in the gloom.