In the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies, Thranduil finds the world within his Halls empty. He struggles to come to terms with the absence of his only child and the loss of the one he raised as if she were his own daughter. He begins to r...
With his love safe within the fortress, Thranduil must now deal with the internal conflict required in accordance with the laws of the realm. Taking it upon himself to exact a punishment that has never before been done within the Woodland Realm.
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Turning at the slight sound of soft footsteps, Tauriel felt the sting of tears as her gaze fell upon the weary face of the one who held her heart. A deep sadness filled his beautiful sapphire eyes as he gazed unseeing upon the tiny purple petals of the Iridaceae, the King's Flower. A slight frown creased her brow as she watched him turn away from them, clasping his hands loosely behind him. The pensive expression barely concealing the conflict within him as he cast his gaze upward at the towering stone carved arches of the Solarium, now heavily draped in long trailing vines of sweet smelling Hëderâ.
Pausing briefly to collect himself as the sound of the soft rustle of the leaves of the tall Wermuth ferns penetrated his thoughts, Thranduil turned to smile softly at her. The sight of her filling him with joy as he watched her walk gracefully toward him, lifting from him the heavy weight of his dark thoughts.
"I believe I told you to rest." He said quietly, his deep voice resonated with a soft lilt of humor as he folded her into a strong embrace. Only slightly irritated at finding her in the Solarium, although it did not surprise him.
"I sensed a great heaviness in your heart when you left me. I knew you would come here before returning to me." Tauriel told him, her tone was soft as she twisted her face up toward him, the weariness now hidden behind the mask he so carefully crafted. A soft smile curling his lips as he gently nuzzled her face.
"Ah Tauriel, my love." He breathed, his arms tightening around her as he pressed his face into her silken hair. The scent of her filling him with the much needed comfort that only she could give him. "It is only the battle I fight within myself that you sense. In the coming days there are difficult things I will be forced to do, things with which I must first make peace."
"Thranduil..."
"Shh, my love." He whispered as he sought the softness her lips, capturing her mouth in a long searching kiss. "These are burdens I must bear alone yet know in your heart you are the source of the strength that will bear me through them." He told her quietly as he pressed his forehead against hers.
"You are never truly alone my love." She said softly, laying her head on his shoulder as he lifted her in his strong arms.
Smiling broadly, Thalieth looked up as the king strode purposefully through the archway into the spacious antechamber. Schooling his expression quickly, the guard scrambled into the small alcove leading to the kings' private chambers. The broad smile split his face once more as he closed the thick oaken door quietly behind them, returning to his post just outside the kings' public study. It lightened his heart to see the king so happy again, it had been far too long.
"Tonight however." Thranduil stated, his smile coloring his tone with playfulness as he pressed his cheek against hers. "I have other more pleasant things that require my attention." He told her, his long legs carrying them quickly passed the grand hearth in his public sitting room to his bedchamber.
