The night in Mirkwood was unusually calm, the kind of peace that always felt fragile in a kingdom so often touched by darkness. In the royal chambers, the air was cool and quiet, save for the soft sounds of breathing.
(Y/N) lay sound asleep, her face illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the window. She looked so peaceful, her body relaxed as if all the worries of the world had melted away in her dreams. Her long hair spilled over the pillow like a waterfall of silk, and her soft lips, barely parted, whispered of contentment. Anyone who saw her like this would think she had no cares in the world.
But Thranduil knew better.
The Elvenking sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the small, delicate form of their son, Legolas, cradled in his arms. Baby Legolas was barely old enough to hold his head up, his tiny hands occasionally waving in the air as if trying to grasp something unseen. His wide blue eyes, so innocent and curious, stared up at his father, oblivious to the world around him.
Thranduil's usual icy expression melted away as he looked at his son and then at (Y/N), who slept soundly beside him. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek for a moment longer than necessary. His chest tightened with an emotion he rarely showed.
He was the king, the ruler of this forest, and a protector of his people-but here, in this quiet moment, all he cared about was them. His wife. His son. His family.
Thranduil leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to (Y/N)'s forehead, his lips barely brushing her skin. He pulled back slightly, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke to their baby boy. "She sleeps now, Legolas," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and love. "But one day, when you're older... we'll protect her together."
Legolas cooed softly, his little fingers wrapping around one of Thranduil's fingers. The Elvenking smiled faintly, a rare, almost tender expression crossing his features. He knew that Legolas didn't understand yet-he was still so small, so innocent-but one day, he would.
Thranduil's heart was heavy with the weight of what he had seen in his long life-the battles, the loss, the darkness that crept ever closer to Mirkwood. He had fought countless enemies, survived wars that had taken so much from him. His father had been lost in the wars against Sauron, and Thranduil had promised himself that he would never allow that kind of tragedy to touch his family again.
(Y/N) had brought light back into his life. She was strong and kind, and she had given him their son-his greatest joy. But the world outside their home was full of danger, and he feared that one day it would come for them. He had already lost so much; he couldn't bear the thought of losing her too.
Thranduil's gaze softened as he watched (Y/N) sleep, her face peaceful and free of the worries he carried. She didn't know the darkness he had seen, the wars he had fought. And he would do everything in his power to keep it that way. She didn't need to know the weight of his crown, the burden he carried every day. She was his light, his hope. He would protect her from anything, even the darkness he couldn't always escape.
He turned his attention back to Legolas, who was slowly drifting to sleep in his arms. "She has given us everything, little one," Thranduil whispered, his voice barely audible. "And one day, you'll understand. One day, we will keep her safe together."
Carefully, he laid Legolas down beside (Y/N), tucking him in with gentle hands. The sight of them together, so small and peaceful, filled Thranduil with a fierce determination. He would protect them both, no matter what came.
He stood up, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, and moved to the window, where the moonlight shone bright and silver. The world outside was dark, filled with shadows and danger. But here, in this room, there was warmth, love, and light. And he would fight to protect it for as long as he lived.
"For now, rest," Thranduil murmured to them, his eyes never leaving their sleeping forms. "I will watch over you both."
The night was calm, but Thranduil knew that peace like this wouldn't last forever. He could feel the weight of the world pressing in, the darkness creeping ever closer to the borders of Mirkwood. But as long as he had them-his wife, his son-he would stand strong.
They were his heart, his reason for fighting. And nothing, not even the shadows of the world, would take them from him.
Not while he still lived.
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Lotr oneshots
Fanfiction-REQUESTS ARE OPEN- This is a lotr oneshot book. I will write oneshots with: Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, and some other charackters, also from the Hobbit.
