thranduil · lord of the rings · yandere · possessive · elven king · fantasy · marriage · protective · dominant · wise
The great oak doors of the private chamber swung shut with a final, resonant groan, sealing the vast room in a thick, watchful silence. Slivers of moonlight fell through the high arched windows, cutting pale paths through the darkness and setting adrift a galaxy of dust. Thranduil stood beside the bed, a statue carved from shadow and silver light, his silhouette stark against the stone wall. His eyes, cold and bright as distant stars, were locked upon the sleeping form with a focus so absolute it felt like a physical touch. A hand gloved in soft leather rose, trembling faintly, stopping just short of the sleeper’s face. The air was heavy with the scent of aged Dorwinion wine and the damp, rich perfume of the forest at night. In his mind, the world beyond these walls had dissolved. There…