Beauty and the Beast | Thranduil x Reader

Chapter 11

Thranduil had been pouring himself another drink when it had happened. He had left it too long and the poison had worked its way through his system quicker than he had expected. He had indulged your little hero complex and intended to use the correct herbs and a little elven magic of his own to help dispel the poison from his wound. However, it took him quicker than he had thought it would and before he knew it, he was unconscious.

Galion had rushed in, hearing the smashing of glass as Thranduil knocked wine and glasses off the table as he fell. His butler had been stricken with worry and had immediately called for help, moving to help his King up off the floor where he lay, moving him to the bed. "Get the Prince!" He called as a guard came in, followed by a throng of healers. The guard in question had run headfirst into Tauriel, who took it upon herself to get Legolas.

Without a backward glance, Legolas had taken off back towards his father's chambers. You had followed and the guard outside your room did not stop you. Indeed, he himself was too caught up in reaching his King.

Reaching the rooms, you lingered in the doorway, peering in as best you could. He had been fine, had he not? You had just left him. He had been his usual arrogant, angry self. You could see that Legolas was worried and you watched all of the elves running around tending to their King. Looks of concern were written across all of their faces and you didn't think they could fake it... indeed, there would be no reason to fake it with Thranduil unconscious. Did they truly care for the Elvenking? Why?

You didn't have much time to dwell on it as the commotion around you continued. Healers flitted around the bed inspecting the King's wounds, the same wounds you had tended to not ten minutes ago. Would the blame for this fall upon you? Fear sparked through you at the thought and you wondered if you should once more try and run for it while everyone was distracted. Your feet stayed rooted to the spot, however, lurking in the doorway of Thranduil's bedchamber.

"Poison."

You heard a couple of conversations happening at once as orders were thrown around but what stuck out to you the most was that the wound on his shoulder had been poisoned and the poison was quickly working its way through his system. You felt something pull at you within, wringing your hands together. You hadn't known. If you had known, you wouldn't have even been able to do anything, you didn't have any experience with that. Had Thranduil known? Surely not. Right? He surely would have gone to the healers, he would have been more forceful in throwing you out of the room... or at least he would have told you what to do for a poisoned wound.

"I didn't know." You said, reaching out to catch Legolas' arm as he passed. He startled a little, not having even known you were there. "I'm sorry."

His gaze softened and he shook his head. "It is not your fault." He told you simply. "My father should have acted quicker."

"He knew?" You wondered aloud, looking from Legolas to the King lying out on the bed, surrounded by healers and guards.

Legolas nodded. "He will have. He'd have been able to feel it."

"Then why--?!" You cried, frowning as you turned your face back up to Legolas. "Why did he not say anything? He sat there and allowed me... I should not have pushed so hard!"

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Legolas, truthfully, didn't know why his father had sat there and allowed you to continue tending him as he had. It was a mystery that he wasn't sure he would ever get the answer for but he was quick to shake his head again, looking down at you. "If my father truly did not want to allow you to continue... you would not have had the chance." He told you firmly, knowing it to be the truth. He couldn't explain to you why but he knew that Thranduil would have dragged you from the room himself if he truly hadn't been inclined to allow it to continue. "Do not blame yourself."