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Hi! You're a talented writer and for that, I thank you for sharing your stories with us. Answering some of our requests and/or questions. May I request something for Thranduil, please? I don't really have a plot in mind but angst with fluff would be good. Oh wait, what about they're fighting in front of little Legolas about something then Legolas got scared?
Pairing: Thranduil x Reader
Word count: 1.1k
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You weren't sure which was more sour: your mood or the god awful wine that the diplomats had brought with them. You had spent the past two hours seething over a comment that a noble had made about you being a pretty trophy for the King, coming from a very high-class family and being good-looking as you were. You were prepared to deliver a quick retort to remind the laughing aristocrat of their place when the sound of your husband's laughter joining in made you freeze in a feeling of betrayal as he merely glossed over the comment.
You didn't try to hide your bitter mood from him after that, doing things that you knew he would pick up on but remaining civil enough to not give the noble any sense of satisfaction. He had never done something like this before! He was always as quick to demand that you be respected as you were to do the same for him when in the presence of your armed forces.
You would see to it that you gave your husband a tongue-lashing enough to assure that he would never allow such comments to be made again. You would remain patient until the proper time, until you found yourself in the privacy of your shared chambers - you had been raised to know of proper times and places, after all.
"You've been terribly quiet this evening, meleth nîn (my love)." Thranduil commented as he removed the heavy outer layer of his robes that shimmered a pale gold. You felt your jaw tighten as all the offence that had been building within you burst like a dam.
"I suppose that would be because trophies don't talk, do they?" There was an acid in your voice and you set the goblet of wine down with too much force.
"I beg your pardon?" You watched Thranduil's thick brows furrow and it made you even angrier that he would not remember laughing at such an objectifying comment aimed towards you.
"Well don't look so confused now, you seemed so very amused when you first heard it." You sat in front of your mirror to unpin your hair from the style that your most trusted servant had styled it into that morning. You scoffed at his blank expression reflected in the mirror from behind you. "Do you truly not know of what I speak?" You spun around, growing all the angrier that he could not remember the words that had put you in such a terrible mood.
"Meleth, I have no interest in guessing games, tell me what has upset you and we shall resolve it." You spun around and glared at him, aware that he was using the same tone that he used with delegates and diplomats who were being stubborn.
"Do not use that voice with me! I speak of the aristocrat who called me your 'pretty trophy' and you said nothing to defend me! You laughed along with him!" You had stood from your stool now, storming over to your husband and poking an accusatory finger at his chest.
"I would never, ever, allow someone to speak of you in such a way! And you laughed! You laughed with him! Is that what I am to you? Some exclusive pick for a King to flaunt?"
"You're far too angry about this. Had you said something to me when it happened, I would have-"
"I was far too embarrassed to say at the time because you were preoccupied with laughing!" You exploded, ears deaf to how loud your voice had raised in your anger, feeling the ache at the back of your throat from repressing any frustrated tears or sobs. "Laughing about me being a trophy for you!"
"You are no such thing. You are the mother of my he-"
"Then why didn't you say that then?! It means little now!" You threw your hands up in the air and the coolness of your lover's expression only served to fuel your anger further:. He showed the slightest signs of being affected by your outburst: a tightened jaw and slightly furrowed brows, his eyes seemingly disinterested.
"Adar? Naneth? (Father? Mother?)" You froze at the sound of the quiet and intimidated voice. Your hands fell to your sides as you turned to see little hands curling around the corner of the door that stood ajar. Golden locks hung freely around his flushed little face and his blue eyes were brimmed with tears, bottom lip trembling. You had frightened your son.
You felt terrible at seeing his scared and worried face. You felt Thranduil's hand land at your lower back and he crouched down, his touch encouraging you to do the same.
"Legolas." His voice was soft, "Come here." Your little elfling trotted across the room and stood between the two of you as you crouched on the floor.
"Naneth, why are you arguing?" His eyes looked like oceans on a rainy day and it had you fighting back your own tears as your lips parted, looking for a way to explain things to him. You had overreacted, certainly could have dealt with this more calmly, and it was your job to not teach him to act as such, your job to be a good role model for him.
"Someone said something unkind about your mother today and I did not do anything to defend her when I should have." Thranduil replied, opening his free arm to invite Legolas into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around his son as his other hand curled around your waist, bringing you closer to.
"And I was angrier at your father than I was at that someone which was not right. I owe him an apology." Your eyes turned from your son to your husband whose face had now softened as the three of you held each other in a long embrace. All of you cared little for the fact that you were on the floor. Being together and letting the argument dissolve into peace. Your hand smoothed down Legolas' golden hair and you felt Thranduil's lips brush against your temple in a sweet kiss. When he whispered to you next, it was so quiet that Legolas would not hear it:
"You will point out this noble to me and he shall be punished accordingly, am I understood? It breaks our hearts to see the most precious elleth in our lives so upset." You nodded your head gently and leaned into your husband, pulling your son closer and sighing at feeling him rest his head at the top of your chest. In letting your anger simmer, you had created an argument where it was unnecessary but all would be resolved soon enough. Your mouth curled up into a smile Thranduil's lips on your cheek.

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Middle Earth || OS
FanfictionThese are not mine the imagines and oneshots from tumblr. The author/tumblr account names are indicated in every chapter as I do not intend to steal that as it is their own works. I edited the cover (found the pic on google) DISCLAIMER : I don't ow...