Hidden Intention(Thranduil X Reader)

Episode Four

After your brief conversation with the King, you decided to walk around the hall to clear your head. The elves around you dare not to talk to you when they saw your blank face. Showing that you were not really present in your body at the moment.

'So...who is getting married?'

'Thranduil'

The conversation between you and the King repeated itself in your head. Again, again and again like a broken record. Tears prickle your eyes. Your vision blurred as the tears began welling up in your eyes. Using the hem of your sleeve, you wiped away the unshed tears. Carefully you buried your feeling and you started to wear your usual mask. You smiled and joked around with the guards around you until you bumped into someone.

"Ai! Forgive me. I didn't see you." you bent down and help the unfortunate elf to stand up. You took your time to examine the elf you just knocked down as you helped. It was an elleth. A very familiar one at that. Then your eyes rest upon the simple silver circlet that adorned the small head. When she looked at you in the eye you quickly bow down.

"My Queen! Forgive me for my clumsiness." you said full of regret. How bad can this day go?

"Penneth, stand up. There is no need for you to bow down to me." A soft voice entered your ears.

Her voice sounded like a thousand bells. She was truly the definition of beauty. For you her beauty far suppresses Lady Galadriel, with her pale golden hair cascaded down her back. Pointed nose and thick lashes. She has a pale skin and smooth like a porcelain doll. Her small lithe body wrapped with white silk dress with necklace of the purest white gems adorned her delicate neck. The light of the elder shone brightly, enveloping her. Such beauty, she makes you feel so small and dirty standing beside her.

"Walk with me (Y/N). It's been a long time since I met you. I've grown missed of you my child." She spoke softly with a warm smile on her beautiful face. You feel your throat tightened and your eyes wet again. She is the closet mother figure you ever had. She is the one who brought you into the Family of Oropher. Raising you with her own son.

"Don't cry penneth. Come walk with your Nana."

"Na-nana?" You whispered to yourself.

Pain flashed through the Queen's face but you didn't notice that. It felt so wrong to call the Queen as Nana. She is not your mother. Even though her family was the one who adopted you but you are not their flesh and blood. And she...she are far higher than you. A royalty, how can she lowered herself down to your level? No...You did not deserve the privilege to call them as Adar and Nana. And that's why you never called Oropher and his wife as Adar and Nana. Sometimes you slipped calling them that but you could not help it.

She grabbed your hand and pulled you away to the garden. Both of you walked to the small stone benches that placed under the big oak tree. There were bushes by your side and a small fountain in front of you.

"(Y/N), why would you torture yourself?" She asked you. Shattering the comfortable silent that grew between the two of you. You stared at her confused and dumbfounded. Her eyes twinkled with motherly instinct as she flashed you a sad smile.

"I don't understand my Queen." you whispered.

"Do not deny it (Y/N). It will only bring you suffering and grief. Do not shut them out. Take them and nurture them instead. We does not need to be selfless for all the time, you do know that don't you?"

"What are you talking about?" Really ,you didn't understand the true meaning behind the Queen's word.

"Oh foolish, silly child" she pulled down your head and planted a kiss on your forehead.