Hobbit/Lotr One Shots

Thranduil

~Edited~

What can I say? I'm a sucker for Thranduil :)

Also, I didn't proofread this, nor do I for any of them, so, sorry if there are any errors :/

Prompts used are numbers 44. "I don't know why I'm crying." and 99. "I don't care what they said, it doesn't mean shit!"

Warnings: Swearing, idrk lmao

Words: 2070

Love was a sacred thing. It had extremes, both good and bad. It sucked when the love you feel for someone is returned. Sadly, this happened with my love for Thranduil, but first, you must understand how it all started. It was a long time ago, I was nothing but a child, a scared child, searching for a home I could call my own,

"Hello?" I call, knocking rather loudly on the extravagant looking doors in front of me, a mere path of stone behind, trees littering the ground around, "hello!"

Soon, the doors peer open, a beautiful looking elf looking around before peering down, seeing me, her expression softening, "and who might you be?"

"Y-Y/N." I whimper, wiping my cheeks that had been wet with my tears only moments before,

"Come in." She whispers, opening the gates a tiny bit further, welcoming me into the kingdom of Eryn Galen, Greenwood the Great, "follow me young one, we will find you a home here."

I simply nod, keeping my hands close to my chest as I walk behind her, taking in the sights around me, it was marvelous, to say the least. We walked for what seemed many minutes before stopping in front of a throne, where a man in a crown sat,

"My queen." The man says, bowing his head a slight bit to the woman in front of me, she smiles at him,

"King Oropher." She replies, bowing her head at him before moving to her right a tiny bit to show me, his cold demeanor seeming to warm in seconds,

Who is this?" He asks, leaning forwards in his throne a tad, looking down at me with a slim smile,

"She was found at the front gate. She's an elf, although I can not tell from where." The woman says, kneeling down to pat my head, tucking strands of hair behind my pointy ears,

"What is your name young one?" He asks, I gulp, looking up at him through the hair that had fallen in front of my eyes,

"Y/N. Y/N Destoriana." I say, pushing the hair out of my face, a slight puff coming to my chest. The king looks down at me, his eyes widening at the mention of my last name, turning to a servant and whispering something, the elf running out,

"Bless my soul." The woman elf who had helped me previously stutters out, I turn to her, a look of confusion on my face,

"Y/N?!" I hear a familiar voice yell, I turn to see a platinum blonde Elleth running at me,

"Mother!" I call out, my feet moving towards her, being buried into her body as she hugs me tighter than I could ever imagine,

"I thought you had died." She sobs out, looking down at me and rubbing her thumb over my cheek, I smile, wrapping my small arms around her neck, hugging her back,

"I won't be leaving anytime soon. I can promise you that." I whisper into her hair, smiling as much as I probably could.

"Now," My mother starts, "let's get you changed. Your dress is tattered."

"Alright." I giggle, taking her hand in mine as she walks me away from the throne room, I turn to the king, waving in his direction, a contempt smile on his face. As I turned my head to follow my mother, I noticed striking blue eyes on a blonde hair Ellon running past, a small crown of twigs on his head.