Middle Earth || OS

10. Thranduil | Peonies

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Could you write something in the lines of Thraduil being Reader's first lover and him telling her that she's doomed because after being with one of the Eldar she's never going to want to be with a man?

pairing: Thranduil x human! Reader

word count: 1.9k

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Your cheeks flushed at opening your door to find yet another extravagant bouquet of flowers on your doorstep. This was just one of many gifts that King Thranduil had sent you and you laughed a little to yourself as you looked down at the pale pink peonies, practically bursting from the material that was wrapped around them to keep them all together.

You were the newly elected leader of Lake Town, now recovered from the dragon attack that you had survived as a child and a flourishing settlement with excellent trade between Erebor, Dale and Mirkwood. You had come into your political position this year and had been visiting the nearby local leaders to discuss things such as trade, protecting routes and treaties. It was exhausting but it was worth it to see Lake Town so differently to how you recalled it in your childhood. It was thriving now and taken much more seriously upon a map (though, not perhaps by Bard of Dale who was much more informal with you, insisting that utmost formalities were unnecessary as he had babysat you as a child when you had slept over to have fun with Tilda).

More recently, you had met with King Thranduil of the Woodland Realm who seemed to be absolutely smitten with you. You wondered if he was like this with many elleths and women. You knew much of the Woodland Realm's peoples and culture – having taken upon the research of your allies yourself, deeming it important and respectful – but very little of the nature of the Elvenking beyond what rumours could tell you of his wisdom, ruthlessness, might and even dramatic nature.

As you took up the bouquet and set it down by the other three that you had received so far this week, along with the jewels... and the little accessories such as hairpieces, veils and shawls. Valar forbid he ever finds out what your measurements were.

You were dressed in a pale pink velvet with a silver trim around the off-shoulder neckline and the fluted sleeves that hung dramatically past your arms. It was cinched at the waist and you had styled your hair so that the upper half was twisted backwards into a small ponytail, clipped together by a clip that Thranduil himself had sent you. It was silver and made a little pattern of cherry blossom branches, each little petal made of a pale pink stone. You had a sheer veil in the matching colour clipped to it, spilling down your back gracefully. It showed good nature to come to his realm wearing some of the many gifts that he had sent you – courtly or not, it was a good diplomatic gesture to show that you appreciated them.

You took the peonies inside and pondered them for a moment, eyes flickering between your bouquet and the mirror. You took up a pair of scissors that you had nearby and slid some of the peonies out of the bouquet, snipping off the longer part of the stems before grabbing some pins and beginning to pin the flowers in a little crescent-shaped crown at the back of your head, following where you had twisted your hair into the half-ponytail. Satisfied, you made your way out of the door to where a boat was waiting to take you across the lake.

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You were met with a patrol group at the borders of Mirkwood. The spiders had grown in number as of late and the uninhabited parts of the forest were more dangerous than ever. There had been one run in with a group of four spiders but the Woodland elves were as nimble as the rest of their kin and even keener in their eyes. There were no deaths or injuries and all arrived at the Elvenking's halls unscathed.