Middle Earth One-Shots (Characters X Reader) (LOTR/TH)

16. Haze of Emotion [Thanduil X Reader]

A.N: so this was originally requested for Legolas but my brain could just not imagine it with him so I changed it to Thranduil....I hope that's okay!

Request: from tumblr — Heyy! Could you do a Thranduil Legolas x Wife! Reader the reader is asked to go to war to support the elven kingdom, she declines, when Thranduil Legolas finds out he calls her selfish, says something along the lines of "you live in this castle with your ignorant bliss! letting our people die everyday while you enjoy your luxury wines and teas, you say you care but the one time you are asked to fight as well to protect our lands you coward!!", she reveals then that it's because she's pregnant. End it fluffy! thx

Pairing: Thranduil X Reader

Summary: (Y/N) refuses to fight for her kingdom and Thranduil is pissed. However, when he finds out why he understands

Word Count: 725

Warnings: lot of angst, arguing, fluff

(gif not mine)

*all elvish was looked up online from various sources so please don't come at me if it is not entirely correct*

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HAZE OF EMOTION

King Thranduil, cloaked in the finest silver armor and most delicately detailed robes, made his way through the vast halls of Mirkwood. He carried himself high and with poise—power and statues radiating from his form. His jaw was clenched and his icy eyes pooled with anger and fury. It was clear that no one was to stop or approach him. Therefore, every bustling maid, servant, and warrior, who were swarming about the castle in preparation of war, parted ways for the angry King.

Although he was blinded by anger, his feet were able to guide him to the person it was to be inflicted upon. The wooden door to his chambers swung upon under his forceful touch, startling his wife.

(Y/N) sat upon a chair in front of beautifully crafted vanity brushing her (h/c) locks into cascading satin. However, the calmness within her soul left her as soon as she saw his expression.

"Meleth Nin, man na- oth- (My Love, what is wrong)?" She swallowed dryly as fear encased into her heart, "Na ed Legolas? Man lúda- an est? (Is it Legolas? Has something happened to him?)"

She stood up, awaiting his answer, but that is not what she received. Thranduil advanced closer to her with an intimidating nature. Speaking the common tongue he hissed out, "It is not Legolas. It is you."

A frown edged across her face. "Me? What have I done?" She questioned with offense.

He ground his teeth as stinging words tumble from his lips, "Before we wed you were one of the best warriors in all of Arda, yet you refuse to fight for us now?!" He began to pace the room in anger, "All you have done for this kingdom the past month is deplete our resources—food, drink. Will you give nothing in return?! Has royalty made you weak—a coward?!!"

(Y/N) took a step backwards as shock, surprise, and irritation grasped her heart. "How dare you say that to me! How dare you!"

Her words were fueled with anger as she slipped back into sindarian, "Dôl gîn lost! Ego, mibo orch, -idë kuu'datto! (Your head is empty! Go kiss an orc, you bastard!)"

Thranduil ground his teeth, "Mibo nin— (my head—)"

She cut him off, "Nányë di hên! (I am with child!)"

The King froze in complete utter bewilderment as silence encased the air. (Y/N) could see the emotions morph and twist upon his face—shock, fear, regret, happiness. It was a long moment before anyone spoke for the air was stilled with electrifying intensity.

His voice came out a whisper as he repeated her words, "With child?"

(Y/N)'s response was a quiet nod.

Thranduil turned from her for a moment, before staring into her gaze once again. "Mine?" He questioned in another low whisper.

A small smile cracked upon her face as she snorted in response, "Of course it is, you idiot."

The blonde-haired king rotated once again so his face was not towards her. Remorse soaked his heart as his boiling words came back to him. This time, his voice was soft when he spoke, "It seems my head truly is empty. I should....I should have noticed—I should never had said such things to you."

(Y/N) moved towards him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Thranduil—"

Yet he refused to look at her. He pulled his form from her grasp. "What have I done?"

(Y/N) called to him again, "Thranduil, please look at me."

"How can I?! I don't wish for you to gaze upon me after I disgraced you so."

She shook her head and clutched his arm, forcing him to turn towards her. (Y/N) grasped his cheeks in her hands only to be surprised by the moisture that trailed down from his eyes.

"Oh, Meleth Nin (my love)...."

The King gazed down upon her with a wet gaze of regret, "How can you ever forgive me?"

(Y/N) did not answer. Instead, she pulled his form into a tight embrace. The two stood there for a moment, encased in a haze of emotion. Thranduil burred his head into her neck as his arms snaked around her waist. He held her close as she drug her fingers through his hair.

"It is forgiven, Meleth Nin (my love)," She whispered.