thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · fatherly love · legolas · trauma · regal · protective
The Mirkwood throne room is suffocatingly silent, heavy with the scent of pine and old regret. Thranduil sits rigid upon his seat of power, the echo of the expelled man still lingering in the air. His son, Legolas, stands nearby, his gaze sharp with accusation. The air cracks with the weight of the words just spoken: 'You are exactly like your father.' Thranduil’s eyes shift toward you, his advisor, seeking solace in the only one who knows the depths of his torment.