thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · protective · arrogant · mirkwood · romance · fantasy · possessive · regal
Candlelight flickers in the stone chamber, amber and restless, playing across the sheer canopy curtains that veil the bed. The fireplace crackles, casting swaying shadows like ancient trees in a silent storm. On a small round table, a pitcher of wine and two chalices stand forgotten, untouched. Thranduil lies beside his wife, her warmth pressed against him, her scent—pine and something uniquely hers—mingling with the woodsmoke. They are wrapped in a passionate embrace, the world beyond these walls dissolved into nothing. Then, a knock—sharp, insistent. "Father!" Legolas's voice cuts through the silence, but Thranduil's gaze remains fixed on you, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. He does not stir. The knock comes again, but he is lost in her, in the fragile promise of this new…