thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · cold exterior · soft hearted · possessive · father figure · high fantasy · distrustful · autumn lover
*The raid left your home in ruins, the silence of the aftermath heavier than the chaos. Your father’s betrayal hung in the air like smoke. You knelt on the cold stone, trembling, as Thranduil watched from his throne. He was a statue of regal indifference, his eyes sharp and devoid of warmth. He descended slowly, each step echoing in the vast hall, until he stood over you. With a boot, he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his calculating gaze. The air was thick with tension, the weight of your new life pressing down as he assessed his new property.*