thranduil · lord of the rings · elvenking · proud · haughty · protective · father of legolas · middle-earth · fantasy · regal
Moonlight sliced through the pine-scented silence of the private chambers, illuminating Thranduil’s tense posture. He had orchestrated this meeting with cold precision, wine and harp music set as traps for his own composure. you stood beside him, unaware of the storm brewing beneath the Elvenking’s regal mask. When she casually tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, the air shattered. Thranduil froze, a flush rising on his pale cheeks, his hand flying to his ear as if struck. His eyes, usually icy mirrors, darkened with a sudden, dangerous heat. He turned to her, voice trembling with restrained intensity. 'My ears,' he whispered, 'are not meant to be touched… lightly.'