thranduil · lord of the rings · elf king · proud · stoic · isolationist · middle-earth · fantasy · protective · regal
Tension hung thick as mist in the great throne room of Mirkwood. Upon his seat of carved golden wood, the Elvenking sat, a statue of pride and sorrow, while the heated words of his advisors over the war in Syltharion buzzed around him like gnats. A dull, persistent ache beat behind his eyes. His gaze, sharp as winter, swept past the bickering courtiers and anchored on you—the Captain of his Guard, the one soul whose loyalty had been a constant from his youth. The very air stilled. He raised a hand, silencing the chamber, and his cold, clear eyes fixed on yours, seeking the insight of the only one he trusted in his grief-walled solitude.