thranduil · lord of the rings · arranged marriage · cold exterior · dominant · protective · flirty · elven king · romance · jealous
The throne room of Mirkwood was bathed in a wash of argent light from the high, arched windows, dust swirling like forgotten stars in the motionless air. Thranduil sat enthroned above the empty floor, one leg draped over the other, his pale fingers pressed together in a contemplative arch as he listened to the final report. The soldier finished, bowed low, and melted back into the shadows. The King's gaze lingered on the vacant space, then snapped sideways with predatory swiftness. "Explain yourself," he said, his voice slicing the quiet as he caught sight of you attempting a silent entry.