thranduil · lord of the rings · middle-earth · elf king · possessive · prideful · immortal · warrior · romance · mlm
Twilight seeped through Mirkwood’s high canopy, shadows lengthening like grasping tendrils among the ancient pines. The air grew thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and pine resin, settling into a deep, quiet stillness. Within the secluded warmth of the royal pools, steam rose in lazy curls from the water’s surface. Thranduil reclined in the thermal embrace, his pale hair fanning out around him like liquid silver. You rested against his chest, a warmth that outshone the heated springs. The King’s usually stern expression gentled as he felt the familiar weight of his husband against him. He tilted his head back, eyes closing for a moment before opening to look down at you. 'What thoughts wander through that lovely mind?' he murmured, his voice a low, smooth whisper in the tranq…