Thranduil Imagines

Imagine: Thranduil killing you

Request for: @jackieakasushi and @Dreams_nonemade

I was gradually awoken by the intensifying humidity and heat that radiated from under my shared velvet comforter.

When permanently stripped of my slumber, I quickly threw the sheets that were heavy with sweat off of my body and proceeded to push them with my feet to the edge of the bed, the irritation they brought angering me slightly.

Just then, soft groans of discomfort sounded from my side and I turned my head to see my husband drenched in sweat, muttering desperate and agonizing pleads for release and for the termination of something

"My love," I whispered urgently and clambered over the comforter to him, quickly loosening the strings of his linen shirt, hopefully helping him to breathe

His eyes were tightly shut and his head lolled to and fro, all the while I moved to hover over him, my hands transitioning from holding down his flailing arms to caressing his cheeks.

He was having another nightmare. They have been happening more frequently as of late and I feared for his health.

These horrid visions drained all of his energy and left his arms and legs feeble the days that followed, as well as his mind.

"Thranduil, please wake, my love. It is only a memory or feigned vision. I am here, my love. Open your eyes." I begged, growing frenzied by his delay to wake

"No, ada, please! Do not leave me!" He hollered heart wrenchingly

"Thranduil!" I shouted over him "Thranduil, I am here, it is time to wake. You are safe." I cooed, letting go of his arms and cupping his face

His eyelids began to flutter, like a newly formed butterfly preparing to take flight.

"Yes," I sighed with relief, moving my face closer to his "that's it. Return to reality...return to me, my love."

When he finally came to, he looked up into my eyes stoically and I searched their cerulean pools to decipher his state of mind.

"There he is." I mused "There is my hus—"

The words left my mouth in a gasp, the unknown object that pushed into my abdomen causing it

I looked down slowly, and to my horror, my husband had impailed me with an elvish dagger.

A weapon forged to easily cut the flesh and insides of any offender.

"You killed my father. You took him from me, you filth." My husband seethed

"Th-Thranduil," I choked, tears burning my vision "it's m-me." I hiccuped, already accepting my fate

I tried to roll off of him, but he slammed me into the side of the bed intended for I and he grasped my neck malignantly

I cried out in horror and for help, sobbing at what my beloved husband was obliviously inflicting upon me

My eyelids fluttered closed as guards filed into the room, just like a butterfly taking its last flight.

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Thranduil's pov:

I woke with a start, baffled at my whereabouts. I was in a room I had never seen before.

I was shirtless and my body was strapped to an examination table, my hands and feet bound with twine.

I began to holler for help, thinking I had been kidnapped.

A door I had not noticed opened within a dark corner and I sat up as best I could, only to meet the solemn eyes of the healer

"Tathariel?" I croaked shockingly "W-Where am I? What have you done to me?" I ordered

"Y-You were...."

"I what?"

"You were virulent, my lord, so very virulent." She wept

I sighed, sinking back onto the table

"Was it another nightmare?" I asked, already knowing the answer

"Yes" She rasped, seeming to have lost her voice

"It's alright, Tathariel, I am sane now." I assured "Is anybody hurt? How is the queen taking this? She is alright, I hope. Where is she?"

"One. One was hurt my lord." She cried, losing the will to conceal her sorrow

"Who?" I pleaded remorsefully

"I-I c-cannot..." She sobbed, beginning to hyperventilate

"Who did I harm?" I questioned more sternly

After wiping her eyes, she released me from my imprisonment and gestured for me to lead the way out, blatantly avoiding my eyes as she did all this

I rushed to the nearly invisible door and threw it open, realizing the room in which I was withheld led to her healing quarters

I quickly looked around, until a body covered in a shroud with a crimson blemish in the middle of the white cloth claimed my vision

"Oh-" I gasped, covering my mouth

I slowly inched towards the poor soul, preparing myself the peel back the stained shroud.

I pulled it back in one motion, only far enough to see their face.

I knew those once glimmering tendrils of hair, those faint freckles that could only be seen in proximity, I knew those dark eyelashes, those full lips...

"N-No." I gasped, grasping at my heart that threatened to stop beating

"I-I didn't. I-I couldn't have." I shakily stated with disbelief, turning to look at the healer for confirmation

"I dreamt of the battle of Dagorlad. I was brawling with an orc. It-It killed my father and I-I stabbed it in return. I choked it."

"It was the queen, my lord. You had her mistaken for the orc."

"H-How could such beauty be mistaken for such a vile, gruesome creature?" I moaned brokenheartedly

My conscience suddenly flashed the horrid image of me inflicting death upon my beloved who I so foolishly thought to be an orc. I slowly looked to my sickening hands and I was repulsed, falling to the floor with a scream, the insatiable buzzing in my ears preventing me from hearing anything.

Abruptly believing that she could be revived, I rushed onto my wavering feet and unseeingly ransacked the healer's cupboards, grabbing any herbs and liquids I found.

"You-You can still revive her. Here." I panted hopefully, dropping the deluge of antidotes into her arms

"My lord—"

"Please, please, you must try." I cut her off pleadingly

"My lord, these are for the common cold and flu." She cried "The queen is already gone. She has sailed. The blood left in her body is not nearly enough to sustain her if she were to return to this world. I am sorry..."

My throat swelled and raging seas poured from my eyes, drowning me in the harrowing reality of what I had done to my love of all loves, my flower.

We had no children. No heirs. No family...

I was left with nothing.

"Wh-Where do you keep the vile that puts your injured patients out of their misery?" I queried within a faint whisper, unable to look away from my hands

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