LOTR/Hobbit Imagines

Thranduil - Crushing

Thranduil x reader

Requested: Yes! Requested by anon during my 250 followers sleepover. It was too long, so I made it a separate post.
Anon requested: "Congrats on followers! You deserve it 💐 Could you do #4 and #41 from fluff prompt list with Thranduil? He's just 😍

Prompts: "Kiss me" and "You're crushing me right now."

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Your quick footsteps sounded through the halls of Mirkwood, echoing loudly because of the high ceilings. One of the many disadvantages of being a human in the world of Elves.

Every Elf you passed made no sound. No step could be heard, not even the rustling of their clothes.

They were used to your graceless behavior by now, hardly paying any attention as you rushed by them.

You halted right in front of the heavy double doors of the throne room.

The two guards keeping watch eyed you carefully.
"King Thranduil was expecting you sooner, my lady," one of the guards spoke up, reprimanding you, and he made a move to open the door. You raised your hand to stop him.

"Give me a second," you panted.

Your hands flew over the skirt of your dress to try and make it presentable again, smoothing out the creases from all the running. You turned towards the other guard.

"How's my hair?"

The guard swallowed loudly, taken aback by your question. He looked towards his companion for support. You always let your hair down, unbraided. Very common for a woman, highly unusual for an Elf. As if you didn't stand out enough already with your behavior alone.

"It's uhm... Very ebullient, my lady," the guard answered, carefully choosing his words.

You frowned. "I don't even know what that means, but I'll guess it's a compliment. You can let me in."

The wooden doors swung open, and you made your way towards the empty throne.

When you reached the stairs, you grabbed your dress and lifted it up a bit so you could see where you placed your feet. He's probably in one of the back rooms, you thought.

You had absolutely no idea why Thranduil had summoned you.
Ever since you arrived in Mirkwood, saved from the spiders by Legolas and the guard, he was fascinated by you. He offered you a room, clothes and allowed you to stay.

Tauriel had informed you that this was highly unusual for Thranduil, normally he would have thrown you in the dungeon simply for trespassing his land, mostly for being human.

But instead, Thranduil had sent seamstresses to make you dresses and over time he even invited you to dine with him now and then.
It didn't take long for you to be completely enamored by him. You easily looked beyond his regal front and harsh words, knowing it wasn't the real Thranduil. He was just overcome with grief.

You couldn't help but think he was different when he was around you.

Just as you had thought, you found him in one of the rooms behind the throne.

"King Thranduil?"
He turned around when he heard your voice. You thought you saw a hint of a smile coming from his lips, only to disappear as fast as it had come.

"Y/N, still having difficulties with timing I see?" he smirked, but before you could give an apology, he raised his hand to stop you. "I had already foreseen this, dinner should be ready by now."

"Dinner?"

You hadn't been prepared for a dinner with the King. If you had known, you would have changed your dress and at least tried to do something with your hair.

"Is that a problem?" Thranduil asked, and a hint of a certain emotion flashed over his face. He regained himself quickly, and towered over you, waiting for your response.

"Not at all," you smiled.

"Good. Then follow me," he said and gestured towards the door. All royal dinners were held in the King's dining room, even his private ones.

You walked towards said dining room with Thranduil as your guide, when you suddenly realized what emotion you noticed on him before. It was rejection! But that couldn't be?
Sure, it wasn't 'normal' to be invited for private dinners all the time, Tauriel and some of the maids had made that very clear to you. And he kept sending gifts to your room once in a while, but you had brushed it off as him being thoughtful, wanting you to feel at home. Did he meant something by it?

Because you were so enthralled in your discovery you hadn't noticed Thranduil waiting for you in the door opening, and you walked right into him.

Everything that followed happened so fast, but it felt like slow motion to you.
When you bumped into him, you had stepped on his ridiculously heavy, but long robes. Since you were looking at the ground, you immediately noticed you were soiling Thranduil's expensive robes with your muddy boot and raised your foot. This caused you to lose your balance, and in an attempt to keep you upright, you grabbed the curtains in front of you as a last resort to save you from embarassment.

Only... they weren't curtains, but Tranduil's robes. Yes, the same ones you had stepped on. He really needed to change his wardrobe...

Thranduil was caught off guard, and when you put all of your weight on his clothes, you dragged him with you to the ground.

Luckily he was still an Elf and a gentleman, and before you hit the ground, he had turned you over so he would break your fall.

If anyone would enter, this would be very hard to explain...

"I am so sorry!" you gasped.

"Uhm, you are kind of crushing me right now," he mumbled in the fabric of your clothes.
You sat back on your knees, and slowly stood up, eyes wide. Thranduil followed your example, although he did this in a much more graceful way.
"Y-you are crushing on me?"

His eyes widened too.

"No... No! That's not what I was saying!"

Your face fell and that tiny sliver of hope sunk right back to the bottom of your heart. "Oh..."

You suddenly felt the need to rush out of the hall and turned around to do just that.

"Wait," he interrupted your thoughts, taking a few steps towards you. "You are disappointed?" Thranduil looked at you questioningly.

Your cheeks and ears turned red, you could feel the heat rise.
"Your silence speaks for you."

By the time he had finished his sentence, he stood right in front of you. The train of his robes trailing behind him.

"You really should do something about those long robes. They're dangerous."

Dangerously handsome, you thought.

"They're fit for a King," Thranduil smiled. "Stop changing the subject."

You sighed, and kept staring at your feet. Stupid clumsy feet.

He put his thumb and index finger on your chin and slowly lifted it, so he could meet your eyes.

"I'll repeat my question," he said, lowering his voice. "Were you disappointed?"

You nodded, your eyes locked in his. He smiled a lopsided smile you had never seen before and it made your breath hitch.

"In that case...kiss me."