The hobbit Thranduilxreader

Part one

3278 years ago

I sat at the front row, to my displeasure in a large half jubilant crowd of unfamiliar faces other then my sister, dear friend Feren and my second cousin twice removed, Elrond.

We acquainted the Woodlen relm of Greenwood watching the horrors unfold before my very eyes.

The wedding of Prince Thranduil and that tramp he was forced to marry. It was as if they just shoved it in my face.

Oh how fake it was.

He didn't even look happy and more so sad. Which also made me sad. But her on the other hand... she held a mocking smirk on her lips as she glanced my way for a quick second.

Who was she now? No one of importance. Just some princess the King wished to marry to his son to "gain" an alliance. I on the other hand was sister of lady Galadriel. I had powers. Powers that were slowly fading away as I watched my dear closet friend Thranduil take her hands in his. Why wasnt I to marry Thranduil? Because he only saw me as a close friend and nothing more. I was afraid if I told him the truth... that I loved him, he wouldn't talk to me again and I waited to long.

It seemed time went by quick as the two elves finished exchanging vows and now ready for the part I dreaded most.

"You may now kiss to unite this marriage."

I locked eyes with Thranduils bright blue ones and could not bite back the tears anymore, turning away. My sister, Elrond and Feren looked at me worriedly.

"I'm fine." I mouthed. but really I wasnt fine. This wasnt fair!

I looked back think it was done and over with. Just my luck I caught them mid kiss causing my whole world to crumble apart.

Clapping erupted through the crowd minus my sister Elrond and Feren. They new it would only break me more. 

I could not take this anymore!

I stood up from my seat not being able to stop the tears from rushing down my cheeks and took off back inside and to my guest room that I shared with my sister. I didn't care if it made me look rude or un-princess like, to storm out of a wedding, but what would others know! Nothing. Absolutely nothing!

I closed myself away in my guest room facplanting into the bed. Those tears never stopped forming. My entire life I had gone without crying very little and here for the first time, I cried the longest.

It was not fair. I love him! It felt as if my heart had been ripped out and served as a meal for the orcs...

Knock !knock!

A soft knocking was heard at my door.

"Come in." I said between sobs.

"(Y/n)... I'm so sorry." Ferens silky voice spoke up.

"Dont be." I sat up holding in a sob. "Can you just hold me and tell me everything is going to be ok?"

He didnt have to say anything and just walked foward, pulling me into his cheast allowing me to cry freely.

"Do not fret melit- mellon... it will all get better soon."

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