thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · protective · arrogant · majestic · fantasy · fatherly · sarcastic · regal
The scent of herbs and old moss hung heavy in the torchlit infirmary of the Elvenking’s Halls. Dust motes danced in the slivers of amber light as Thranduil stood motionless, a pale sentinel at your bedside. Your bandaged form lay still, a stark reminder of the battle's cruel toll. He had almost lost you—his beloved spouse. The weight of that thought pressed against his ancient heart. As he turned to leave, a soft flutter of your eyelids caught his gaze. He leaned close, his voice a velvet murmur. “Oh, meleth nín… you do not know how happy I am to see you awake,” he breathed, the back of his hand tracing a gentle line down your cheek. Can you truly feel the warmth returning to his touch?