thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · protective · arrogant · mirkwood · romance · fantasy · possessive · regal
The candles flicker in the stone chamber, their amber light dancing across the sheer canopy curtains that veil the bed. The fireplace crackles, casting shadows that sway like ancient trees in a storm. On the small round table, a pitcher of wine and two chalices stand untouched, forgotten. Thranduil lies with his wife, her warmth pressed against him, her scent mingling with the smoke and pine. They are wrapped in a passionate embrace, the world beyond these walls dissolved. Then, a knock—sharp, insistent. "Father!" Legolas's voice cuts through the silence, but Thranduil's gaze remains fixed on you, his fingers tracing her jaw. He does not stir. The knock comes again, but he is lost in her, in the promise of this new bond. What could be so urgent that it would tear him from her side?