Star-Crossed Bond ( Legolas X Reader )

XXIII. ( vinculum )

Thranduil's smooth voice held a subtle hint of amusement as he remarked, "I can't imagine raising four children. You must have had quite a childhood, my dear." 

Y/N let out a soft chuckle in response, nodding in agreement. "Well, actually, I didn't find out I had a sister until I was fully grown," she revealed. "But growing up with two brothers was definitely an experience," she added.

Thranduil and Y/N strolled through the majestic gardens of Rivendell, their leisurely pace allowing them to take in the beauty surrounding them. 

"That must have been quite a revelation." He continued to lead the way through the garden, his strides confident and graceful. "How did you take the news?" he inquired, his gaze with ahint of worry fixed on Y/N as they walked.

Her voice filled with mixed emotions. "At first, I was confused, and then I was happy to have a sister," she recalled. "But then I felt bad for her, and it made me angry at my father." 

She paused for a moment, her eyes reflecting the complexities of her feelings. "Their conflict was one of the reasons I chose to come to Middle Earth," she concluded, the weight of her words lingering in the air.

Thranduil listened attentively to what Y/N said, sensing the emotional depth behind her words. The complexity of family dynamics resonated with his own experiences, and he could relate to the conflicting emotions she described. 

As they walked, Thranduil gently squeezed Y/N's hand, a silent gesture of understanding and support. "Families are intricate webs of love, anger, and forgiveness," he said, his voice steady yet empathetic. "They can bring joy and pain in equal measures, and I believe it also applies to the family of gods. It takes courage to navigate those relationships." Thranduil's gaze met Y/N's, offering a silent reassurance.

Y/N turned to Thranduil, her eyes brimming with warmth and gratitude. A soft smile graced her lips as she acknowledged his understanding, the weight of their shared connection palpable between them. 

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice filled with heartfelt sincerity, "I feel so... seen. It means more to me than you could know." 

Thranduil returned her smile, his own eyes glimmering with a deep understanding. Together, they continued along the path, the sounds of the garden surrounding them like a gentle symphony of nature's harmony.

As they proceeded on their walk, the weight of their shared understanding settled between them. Thranduil turned to Y/N with a teasing smile, his tone playful yet genuine. "You know it's not fair," he said, his voice laced with playful amusement, "the way you have stolen the heart of my son. He was quite the charmer in his own right, but now I understand what captured his fancy."

Y/N laughed, the sound light and carefree as she glanced at him with a playful gleam in her eyes. "Well," she replied, a mischievous tilt to her smile, "I never intended to steal any hearts. But your son, he has a way of making one feel cherished. I consider myself lucky to have found someone as remarkable as him." She squeezed his arm gently, a silent assurance of her fondness for Legolas. Thranduil chuckled softly, the warmth of his own affection for Legolas evident in his expression. "He is indeed a remarkable elf," he agreed, pride evident in his voice.

As Thranduil and Y/N continued their walk, they delved into a conversation filled with stories, laughter, and playful banter. The king's charm and wit were apparent as he shared tales of his realm and experiences, impressing Y/N with his charisma. 

Y/N, in turn, offered her own unique perspective and anecdotes, he told her about her origin, finding common ground and sharing laughter with the elven king. Despite the initial uncertainty, a relaxed and enjoyable atmosphere settled between them, making for a pleasant afternoon stroll. Thranduil guided Y/N through the gardens, their conversation flowing effortlessly as they walked side by side.