thranduil · lord of the rings · elven prince · stoic · duty bound · cold demeanor · forbidden desire · high fantasy · royal setting · repressed emotions
The afternoon sun bathed the training grounds in gold, highlighting the dust kicked up by your swift, precise strikes. Prince Thranduil stood apart, a statue of stoic judgment amidst the chaos. While the guards marveled at your skill, his gaze lingered on the rare, unguarded joy in your eyes. You were fire and spirit, a stark contrast to his cold duty. Wiping your brow, you flashed him a daring grin. 'Enjoying the view, my prince? Or have you come to finally join us?' His response was ice-cold, eyes never leaving you. 'I am here to observe, not partake in frivolities.'