The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

Queen of the woods - Part 7 - Bard x Thranduil x Reader

Bard made his way back to his horse. He had done his best to make the new King under the Mountain see sense. The people of Lake-town had suffered enough thanks to the dwarves taking back Erebor. The desolation that had taken Dale all those years ago had been bad enough; but what had happened to Lake-town had not left a single person untouched. All that had been able to escape and make their way to the once great city of men, had lost everything, even the few possessions that had meant something to them. Yet the real lose, the real toll of the dragon's attack had come with the number of souls that had been taken by the fire, the death that Smaug had rained down on them. He one of the only few that had not lost someone dear to them. Bard having left the tumbled down city, with his ears filled with the laments of woman that had lost children and husbands; the anger of men that had lost entire families and felt as though there was nothing else worth living for. Bard feeling that it was down to him to show them; to show the grieving women that they could have a new life, the men that there was a reason to live another day. So, the last thing that they needed, was a war with the dwarves; yet Thorin and the aloof elf king that sat atop his large elk, seemed to have different ideas. The bowman finding himself praying to any that may be listening for something, someone that might be able to make the dwarves see sense. And as he got to his horse, Thranduil's head turning, as he heard his men move behind him; Bard couldn't help but think that perhaps his little prayer might have been answered. The Lakeman unable to stop himself smiling, as the beautiful creature drew closer.

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(Y/n) had made her way from Mirkwood some time after her husband and the army had marched out. She knew that Thranduil would be displeased; that he would be angry, that he would scold her, complain and chastise her when they got back to Mirkwood; but for now, things had to be done, and she knew that with all the best will in the world, Thranduil was not the one to do it. That, and her son was out there. The queen having no intention of being safe in their kingdom, while those she loved could be in harm's way. (Y/n) knowing that she also desired to know whether Thorin had made it through everything, alive. That the sons of Fundin were right by his side and her new little friend, Bilbo, and the others, were also well.

She had not been able to miss the dark creature that had risen from the Mountain, nor the fire that had sent thick black smoke up into the sky. Yet the sight of what was left of what must have been Esgaroth, was not what she had expected; the smell of death, still hanging like a black shroud over the few remnants of the burnt-out buildings. Her heart dropping as she steered her mount across the ash covered shore and saw the burnt bodies of those that had once called this place, home, bobbing in the water. The queen hoping that her beloved son was not amongst the dead, that Tauriel had also escaped the blaze. (Y/n) letting a tear fall for the lost souls, before she set her sights on the Mountain.

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"If you will not speak to the man, then speak to me.......King under the Mountain........." (Y/n) called out, as she watched a forlorn looking, dark-haired male make his way back to his white horse that stood beside her husband's mount. The queen nodding at him, as he smiled at her; the men around him speaking in muffled tones about her being the elven king's bride. The dwarves looking over the ramparts at the sound of her voice; those that knew her, smiling sadly, those that didn't, not able to take their eyes from the exquisite beauty that they had last seen in the dungeons of Mirkwood. Yet it was the look that Thorin gave her, that sent a shiver down her spine.

"(Y/n).....what are you doing here.........? You should be......." Thranduil began, as his queen moved her huge snow-white stag to the king's side.

"When you married me, my love, you did not take from me my job as envoy to the Mountain, or the city of men. And if there was ever a time when an envoy with a level head was needed; it is now." (Y/n) explained, as she reached up and placed a reassuring hand on her husband's cheek.

"We will speak of this later........." Thranduil retorted, as he pulled her closer so that only his wife could hear him.

"Oh, I am sure that we will. And I am sure that I can think of ways to make you forget your anger. But for now, please let me do this.........." The queen told him. Thranduil placing his hand over hers, before reluctantly nodding.

"I cannot promise that he will listen........" (Y/n) continued, her voice now loud enough so the man on horseback could hear her words, too.

"I cannot promise that I can make him see sense; but I will try. This is not just due to the stubbornness of dwarves; there is a sickness in this mountain. A sickness that hangs over the gold that drew the dragon. I saw it take Thrór; I saw it turn him into a dwarf that I no longer recognised, and I can feel it has taken over his grandson, and I am not sure if I will be able to reach Thorin, to make him see sense; but I will do all I can to stop war. So, Lakeman, tell me what your argument is with Oakenshield and I will speak to him on your behalf........on all our behalf." (Y/n) explained, the handsome mortal moving his horse to her side so that he could speak to her better. And as he did, all the queen could feel, were the black eyes of her old friend, burning into he back.