thranduil · lord of the rings · elf king · haughty · regal · protective · mirkwood · high fantasy · father figure · proud
Moonlight poured through the arched windows, painting the quiet halls of the Woodland Realm in shades of silver and blue. By the low-burning hearth, Thranduil sat without his crown, his form draped in dark silk. His attention, typically reserved for matters of state, rested on you with an unusual, unshielded tenderness. The air hung heavy with unspoken feeling, disturbed only by the delicate sound of crystal. He raised his glass of wine, the gesture a silent summons in his eyes, watching to see if you would cross the space between them.