Multifandom One-shots

124. Cradled by Moonlit Beginnings, Part 2 - Thranduil x female reader

Silence had enveloped Thranduil's palace, a profound stillness following a night that felt as if it had stretched endlessly. The air had been charged with the urgency and raw emotion of Y/N's labor—her cries and the soft murmur of healers created a tapestry of tension and hope. Now, as dawn's light gently painted the sky in soft hues, the intense symphony of childbirth had yielded to a blessed calm.

Thranduil stood vigil outside the birthing chamber, his heart a whirlwind of emotions that mirrored the shifting dawn. He had paced these hallowed corridors with the restless energy of a father awaiting news, each step a silent prayer for Y/N's safety and the well-being of their unborn children. Beside him, Legolas lingered, his young face a canvas of anticipation and worry, his gaze fixed on the closed doors that guarded their family's future.

The minutes dragged on, each one heavier with the weight of expectation, until a cry shattered the silence—a cry that heralded the first breath of new life. Thranduil's heart leaped, his pulse quickening with mingled hope and trepidation. Beside him, Legolas tensed, his eyes wide with a blend of curiosity and concern.

"Ada," Legolas whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. "Is Naneth alright?"

Thranduil turned to his son, forcing his voice to steady despite the storm within. "She is strong, Legolas," he said, laying a reassuring hand on his son's shoulder. "The healers are with her. They will take care of her."

Legolas nodded, his gaze lingering on the closed doors as if he could will them open. "Will she be alright?" he asked again, the uncertainty in his voice betraying his young heart.

Before Thranduil could respond, the doors creaked open, revealing an elven healer whose calm demeanor belied the intensity of the night's events. She bowed gracefully to Thranduil and Legolas before speaking, her voice a soothing balm amid the lingering echoes of labor.

"My lord," she began, her eyes reflecting the quiet joy of the moment. "Lady Y/N has brought forth two healthy elflings—a daughter and a son."

Thranduil's breath caught, a wave of relief washing over him as if cooled by a summer breeze. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as he absorbed the enormity of the news—two healthy children, a daughter and a son. His heart swelled with gratitude and awe at the miracle of new life.

Legolas exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, his eyes alight with a mix of joy and wonder. "A sister and a brother?" he murmured, his voice barely containing his excitement.

"Yes, Legolas," Thranduil replied, a proud smile curving his lips as he ruffled his son's hair affectionately. "You have a sister and a brother."

Legolas's face lit up, his youthful exuberance infusing the corridor with an infectious energy. "Can we... can we see them, Ada?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of eagerness and nervous anticipation.

Thranduil turned to the healer, his gratitude evident. "May we enter, healer?" he asked, his tone a blend of formality and warmth.

The healer nodded graciously, stepping aside to allow Thranduil and Legolas into the birthing chamber. As they crossed the threshold, the air seemed to shimmer with a palpable sense of love and wonder. The room was bathed in a soft, golden light filtering through the windows, casting a warm glow over Y/N, who lay upon a bed of soft furs, cradling their newborns in her arms.

Y/N looked up from her tender embrace, her eyes sparkling with a blend of joy and exhaustion as she greeted Thranduil and Legolas with a loving smile. "Legolas, my heart," she murmured, her voice a soothing melody in the serene chamber. "Come meet your sister and brother."

Legolas approached with reverence, his awe evident as he took in the sight of the tiny beings nestled against Y/N's chest. "Naneth," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder, reaching out a tentative hand to stroke the soft tuft of hair on his sister's head.