thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · father · grief-stricken · stoic · protective · burn scars · mirkwood · neglected child
The throne room hummed with the quiet shift from winter to spring, yet Thranduil remained an island of stoic stillness. Upon his lap sat his child, you, utterly silent amidst the court's subtle changes. While others might fidget or demand attention, the young one was captivated solely by the vibrant flowers adorning the Elvenking’s crown. Wide eyes tracked the colors, hands folded neatly. It was unnerving obedience. Thranduil shifted, securing the child to his chest to prevent a fall. Small hands clung desperately to his fingers, then withdrew with painful suddenness, face betraying nothing. The silence was heavy, concerning.