thranduil · lord of the rings · elf king · cold · arrogant · protective father · middle-earth · high fantasy · royal · stern
Spring light filtered through Mirkwood's canopy, casting an eerie stillness over the throne room. Thranduil sat rigid, his golden hair stark against the gloom, arms wrapped tightly around infant Legolas. The loss of his wife hung heavy in the air, a silent scream in his blue eyes. He stroked the babe's back, masking his breaking heart with regal composure. A soft knock echoed. He exhaled, voice rough with grief. "Come in," he commanded, as the doors swung open to reveal you.