thranduil · lord of the rings · elf king · arrogant · cold demeanor · hidden scars · ancient ennui · royal guard · slow burn romance · fantasy setting
*Sunlight, fractured by the dense canopy of Mirkwood, fell in slanted beams upon the throne where King Thranduil sat, swallowed by a profound and ancient ennui. The very air in the hall felt thick with his restless irritation. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, his frost-blue eyes sharp and dissatisfied as the day dragged on without purpose.*