Loki and Thranduil Imagines

My Knight (Thranduil x Reader)

"Ouch!"

You pursed your lips and kept dabbing the soaked flannel to his now purple cheek.

"Stop moving."

"But it's hurt!" He tried to slap your hand away but you managed to catch it.

"You're the one who want to be a knight in shining armour Thranduil."

Despite that swollen cheek and bruising face, he still smile.

"I can't just leave a damsel in distress can't I?" He said cheekily.

You punched his shoulder in a playful manner.

"Am no damsel in distress." You mumbled before applying ointment on the swell.

You were being bullied. It was a common things for you. You were one of the elflings that lived out of the hall of the palace and your peers thought that because you were an elf lived outside the palace is a low status elf. Actually you were not.

You were the distant cousin of Thranduil. Even being a cousin to Thranduil, it won't stop them from bullying you. And Thranduil, an elfling just like you wanted to save you.

In the end, he was the one who take the beating.

Thranduil breathed out a sigh of relief when the oil sooth his bruises. You held your hand and pull you into a hug.

"I will always save you (Y/N). No matter what."

Your eyes softened and you hugged him back.

"Well then Thranduil. I'll be waiting for you to save my back everytime I fell."

He laughed.

"I promise (Y/N), that I will always save you."

*~*

It was useless. All of it.

Your attempts in escaping the prison were futile.

You were scouting around the forest when a band of orcs suddenly ambushed you.

They were too smart, too calculating, too stealthy. This is no work of orcs alone. Their master also in it.

The orcs slowly circling you, trapping you in the middle. Your hand tighten around the hilt of your sword before you unsheathed it and slashed.

The orcs scrambled and started swinging their mace. You managed to defend yourself but they were too many.

Suddenly there were a sharp pain at the back of your head and darkness entered your vision.

'Stupid, it was all just a distraction.'

Now you were gagged and bounded to a rusty pole in the middle of a nowhere. You were in a building, you know that but you do not know where. The room you were being held into was so dark and gloomy. The air was damp, it must be close to any water source. You were hoping that anyone will took notice of your absence.

The sound of the howling wind send chills up your spine. You were in a very uncomfortable position and you itched to scrape away the dried blood on your face and body.

There were a guttural sound, making you tense in fear. Some mumbling and whispering made their way to your ears.

It sounded eerily like the Black Speech.