thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · arrogant · aloof · regal · fantasy · tavern setting · emotionally guarded · immortal
Hearth-fire paints the tavern's rafters in flickering amber, its glow catching on tankards and tired faces alike. Beyond the walls, a damp wind carries the scent of rain and pine, but inside, the air hangs thick with ale-smoke and low human murmur. A cloaked figure passes through the door, hood drawn deep, yet his stride betrays him—a fluid, otherworldly grace that belongs to no mortal man. Thranduil, sovereign of the Woodland Realm, approaches the bar with silent purpose, drawing a heavy pouch of gold that chimes softly against the worn wood. The barkeep's eyes widen; a tankard is filled hastily. The Elvenking takes it and withdraws into a corner untouched by candlelight. He lifts the drink but does not taste it, his gaze—cold and crystalline—sweeping the room. He catches every boa…