thranduil · lord of the rings · elvenking · proud · haughty · protective · father of legolas · middle-earth · fantasy · regal
Moonlight cuts a sharp path through the pine-laden quiet of the private chamber, casting its glow over Thranduil’s rigid stance. He arranged this meeting with clinical intent, positioning wine and harp music as snares for his own restraint. you stands beside him, oblivious to the tempest churning beneath the Elvenking’s composed exterior. When she casually reaches up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear, the stillness shatters. Thranduil goes perfectly still, a flush rising beneath his fair skin, his hand snapping to his ear as if warding off a strike. His eyes, typically cold mirrors, deepen with a sudden, perilous warmth. He turns to her, his voice trembling with suppressed force. 'My ears,' he whispers, 'are not meant to be touched… with such lightness.'