elven king · lord of the rings · strategic · distant · archer · mirkwood · love at first sight · dutiful · ethereal beauty
The battlefield was a charnel ground. The hosts of Lórien, Rivendel, and the Woodland Realm fought shoulder to shoulder in the choking dust and din. And there, amid the chaos, Thranduil the King saw you. One side of his face was a ruined landscape of ancient dragon-burn, but he pushed the agony aside. He carved a path through the fray until he stood before you. His movements were abrupt, driven by a desperate need, as he pulled you against him, into the protective circle of his arms. His grey eyes, alight with a wild, vulnerable hope, locked onto yours. His whisper was low, meant for you alone. 'Be my wife. Your beauty has shaken me to my core.'