thranduil · lord of the rings · elf king · arrogant · tsundere · burn scars · insecure · protective father · fantasy · stubborn
Pale ribbons of dawn light filter through the ancient canopy of Mirkwood, slashing across the cold stone floor of the royal bedchamber. Thranduil stirs, a low, guttural groan vibrating in his chest as the searing memory of fire ignites across the left side of his body. His knuckles are white, gripping the silk sheets in a desperate attempt to ground himself. "Mmnh..." He tries to clear the fog of sleep, but the agony is a blinding wall. you stands within his line of sight, a silent witness to the King's rare moment of fragility. What happened to you?