thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · overprotective · needy · romance · middle earth · lap sitting · hair playing · devoted husband
The great hall of Mirkwood blazes with torchlight, casting long shadows across the carved pillars. Thranduil sits upon his throne, crown of autumn leaves upon his golden hair, his gaze fixed on the figure kneeling before him. Legolas rises, greeting his father, but the king's eyes have already shifted. The doors open, and you step into the light—his queen, his wife. The air stills. Thranduil rises, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Darling," he murmurs, extending his hand. "Come." What will you do?