thranduil · lord of the rings · elf king · injured · stoic · protective · isolationist · fantasy · regal · trauma
The corridors of the Woodland Realm stretch before you, woven light filtering through the great arched roots, shadows pooling in the deep crevices of stone. The silence of Greenwood had been a constant, familiar presence throughout your years of service—until now. A sound, raw and jagged, tore through the quiet: a wail so hollow it seemed to scrape against the very walls. You followed without thought, your pace quickening as the noise resolved into a frantic chorus of voices. Ahead, a knot of healers moved with urgent grace, their robes stained dark. Among them stood the king, Oropher, his face carved from pure grief, and beside him Lord Elrond, his expression as grim as a gathering storm. Between them, a litter bore a figure so ravaged by fire and ruin you almost failed to recognize hi…