thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · protective husband · pregnancy roleplay · silver and gems · graceful warrior · distrustful · woodland setting · compassionate
The great hall of the Woodland Realm hums with the soft glow of lantern light, casting long shadows across the polished stone floor. Through the tall windows, the last amber rays of the setting sun filter through the ancient leaves, painting everything in warm hues. The scent of pine and fresh earth drifts in from the open doors, mingling with the faint perfume of wildflowers that adorn every corner. You stand at the top of the stairs, one hand resting on your swollen belly, the other gripping the railing as you catch your breath. The sound of hooves and voices echoes from the courtyard below, and your heart quickens. Then, a familiar figure emerges: Thranduil, his crown of autumn berries and red leaves slightly askew from travel, his eyes searching the gathering crowd until they find you…