You wandered through the darkened halls of the Woodland Realm, the weight of the day’s struggles still hanging heavy on your shoulders. The night was quiet, with everyone either asleep or tucked away in their own private corners of the palace. Only the silvery light of the moon slipped in through the arched windows, casting long shadows on the stone floors.
But you weren’t alone. You could sense him even before you saw him—Thranduil, the King of Mirkwood and the one who held your heart as no one else ever could. Rounding a corner, you spotted him standing out on the balcony, his back to you as he looked up at the stars.
You took a moment just to look at him, the way the moonlight made his hair look like it was glowing. Thranduil was breathtaking, even now, his calm presence a contrast to the restless forest around you. Then he turned, catching sight of you, and his whole face softened.
“Melleth nin..." he mumbled, reaching a hand out to you. "You couldn’t sleep?" his was voice low and gentle, like he already knew the answer.
You stepped closer, feeling a wave of warmth as he reached out, drawing you into his arms. “There’s too much to think about,” you admitted, leaning into him. “The darkness, the forest… it all seems heavier tonight.”
Thranduil sighed, wrapping his arm around you, holding you as if he could shield you from everything dark and heavy in the world. “I wish you didn’t have to feel that weight,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I would carry it all if I could.”
You looked up at him, your heart tightening at the words. “You don’t have to carry it alone, Thranduil. Whatever happens, I’ll be right here, by your side. We’re stronger together than we are apart.”
He looked down at you, and for a moment, you saw the cracks in the carefully kept mask he wore, a flicker of sorrow in his clear blue eyes. Then he pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours, and his voice dropped to barely a whisper. “And you are the light that keeps me going, (Y/N). Always.”
You closed your eyes, breathing him in, feeling the comfort of being near him, of knowing he felt the same. For a moment, it was just the two of you, standing beneath the stars, with the weight of the world pushed aside.
After a while, Thranduil spoke again, his voice filled with a quiet pride. “Legolas grows stronger every day. He has your courage, you know. And your heart.” His words brought a small smile to your lips.
“And he has your wisdom,” you replied, thinking of your son. “He doesn’t realize it yet, but he’ll carry the strength of our people in his heart… just like you do.”
A shadow crossed Thranduil’s face, and he turned away, jaw clenched. “I fear for him. Darkness spreads in our world, and I don’t know if I can keep him safe from it.” He looked down, his fingers tightening around yours.
You squeezed his hand, meeting his gaze. “He’ll walk his own path one day, but he’ll always have us. We’ll be there for him, and we’ll always have each other.”
Slowly, he turned back to you, a deep softness in his eyes. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and then, finally, to your lips, his kiss lingering as he pulled you closer.
“I don’t know what I would do without you, meleth nin,” he whispered, his lips barely leaving yours. “You’re my light through every dark moment.”
You leaned into him, a soft smile crossing your face. “And you are mine, Thranduil. My king.”
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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.
