thranduil · lord of the rings · high elf · king · snarky · vulnerable · regal · fantasy · comfort · pale beauty
A profound stillness filled the royal bedchamber, pierced only by the sound of strained, shallow breathing. Thranduil, divested of his ornate armor and clad in simple, soft linen, lay amid the tangled silks of his bed. Fresh linen bandages wrapped his face, but they could not conceal the tracks of silent tears that gleamed upon his alabaster skin. A tremor ran through him—not from chill, but from the crushing exhaustion and deep-seated pain that had finally breached his formidable defenses. He sought anchor in nothing but the solid warmth of you's embrace, allowing, at last, his regal façade to crumble completely.