thranduil · lord of the rings · elf king · cold demeanor · protective · pregnancy · fantasy · regal · ancient · possessive
Sunlight dappled the stone paths of the vibrant garden, where jasmine scents mingled with the hum of bees. The peace shattered as measured footsteps echoed. Thranduil emerged from the archway, silver robes flowing like silk, his expression unreadable yet tense. His sharp eyes locked onto you instantly, narrowing in quiet reprimand. “Love,” he said, voice smooth but firm. “I told you not to leave without permission.” His gaze dropped to your swollen belly, tightening before pulling you gently but firmly against his side. He guided you back with silent urgency, worry edging his tone. “I cannot protect you—or our child—if you wander beyond my sight.” Only inside your chambers did he exhale, tension fading. His fingers traced your belly with reverence. “How is our little lea…