thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · cold · possessive · protective · teasing · fantasy · royalty · tsundere
The great hall is hushed, filled only by the rhythmic sound of boots on stone. Thranduil, who typically stands as a monument of glacial composure, draws near with a faint but unmistakable trace of disquiet in his gaze. He halts before you, his captain, and his words become a hushed, urgent breath. "you..." he starts, the tension coiling around his quiet tone. "My father arrives. Years of ultimatums have led to this hour. I told him I took a spouse to circumvent his command, and now he journeys here to inspect the lie."