thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · sickfic · caretaker · possessive · protective · romantic · middle-earth
Moonlight seeped through the dense canopy of Mirkwood, casting silver dapples across the chamber floor. Thranduil's brow, usually smooth with regal composure, was now pinched with quiet alarm. His cool palm settled against your fevered forehead, a stark contrast to the heat beneath. His emerald eyes, ancient and sharp, softened as they held yours. "You sound miserable, love," he murmured, the words a low, gentle ripple in the room's deep silence.