The Elvenking is like a very strong, old tree, deeply rooted in the kingdom he pledged himself to protect. He also pledged himself to protect his heart from love, out of fear that it might weaken him, but that proved to be disastrous. Love... what daunting word rubbed in his face by that fearless redhead elleth during the battle in Dale. Is there any love left in him? Follows what happens with Thranduil and Tauriel after BOTFA, during the War of the Ring and further into the 4th Age. Mainly from Thranduil's POV and including canon events that are only briefly mentioned in the books. I try to respect the lore as much as I can. Apart from the romance, I wanted to explore Thranduil's character based on what we know about his life. Feedback and comments are much appreciated :) "His words were unforgiving again, hiding under the same cold tone he had for centuries, yet he could not believe them himself anymore. Tauriel was looking at him, her gaze seemingly piercing through his soul. His dream to restore Mirkwood to Greenwood and his thoughts of avenging his beloved wife were contradicting everything he said. He did not want to care yet every fibre of his being cared too much." "There was something else that Thranduil noticed in Celeborn's eyes: a combination of respect and admiration. 'You are strong, Thranduil. You are like one of the old Mirkwood trees, deeply rooted in the earth, that the centuries cannot wither. I always thought that, no matter what evil lies upon Arda, you will endure.' " #thranduil #drama #angst #romance #hot!thranduil #war #magic #feasts #lore

Love has the power to heal the deepest wounds. #ElvenKingsNeedLoveToo Set during Lord of the Rings. Thranduil/OC Thranduil's not afraid to do whatever necessary to push back the darkness threatening his forest. The hands of the king have the power to heal, but will it be enough to save his kingdom...and himself? This story will have romance, adventure, friendship, angst, and a lot of dwarves generally misbehaving. Written by an author who has read ALL the books and seen the movies. Story will follow book canon, not necessarily some of the things that PJ added to the movies. Beautiful cover art by the talented Kimberly80 on deviantart.

The orc armies are defeated, Sauron is fought back once again. The ring of power is destroyed. For this, Thranduil is glad. But his son still does not return. The captain of his guard is trying to find her place in the world. His people leave little by little to go to Valinor. His halls are quiet now. As his heart grows ever colder, the silence grows ever louder, and his thoughts grow ever darker. Who can save him from himself?

Of the thousand who left, two hundred returned. She was gone. But what happens when a mysterious elf appears in the wood not knowing who she is and how she got there?

I didn't just lose you. I lost my entire life. This is my take on Thranduil and his wife before and after her death.

La luz siempre ilumina los lugares más sombríos. Hasta el corazón mas frío y muerto puede llegar a hacer latir ... "Se que en esta inmortalidad nunca pude estar más muerto". Namarïe una mujer que cambiara el corazón de muchos y el destino de la Tierra Media.

Una nueva historia de mi reciente serie "Una hojita en peligro", el majestuoso rey Thranduil y su hermosa esposa silvana, Lissiel; disfrutan de la paz de su extenso reino. Y nada podría estar mejor en el pueblo de los elfos después del nacimiento de su nuevo príncipe. Lissiel no podía estar más feliz que tener a su pequeño hoja verde, aunque no se podría decir lo mismo de un orgulloso pero ¿agotado? Thranduil.

La era elfica finalizaba, con la cuarta edad del sol comienza entonces la era del dominio de los hombres, por lo que los elfos y demás criaturas privilegiadas partirán hacia las tierras imperecederas. Dejando atrás una multitud de recuerdos y experiencias en la tierra media que fuese su hogar por miles de años; hay un aire a tristeza pero también a emoción, los cambios resultan buenos, son inicios de vida, de sueños. Sin embargo, siempre nos aferramos a algún objeto, a una representación de lo que un día vivimos y que anhelamos, pero se ha ido. Ese recuerdo que da calidez al corazón, que nos hace sentir vivos de nuevo. Simplemente hay sentimientos que no podemos dejar atras aun cuando un nuevo comienzo signifique la oportunidad de limpiarnos y redimirnos, no importa si eres un rey o un simple esclavo, los recuerdos de la vida hermosa pasada siempre vendrán y harán temblar el corazón. Esta es precisamente la historia de un rey,.... no,la historia que le pertenece a un rey cuando aun no soportaba el peso de su corona.

En el lecho de muerte de su madre, Elin se dará cuenta de una terrible verdad. Sola en el mundo pide asilo en Rivendel. Vive en paz hasta el fatídico día en que Arwen llega con un herido Hobbit a cuestas.

La historia comienza con la vida de glorfindel, señor de la flores doradas, la destrucción del anillo y la nueva era de la edad del hombre. Legolas le teme a encariñarse de alguien, más sin embargo la hija de glorfindel será su delirio, sin saber lo que les depara legolas estará dispuesto a recuperar aquella flor de hielo. Este es mi primer fic, espero les guste, los invito a leerlo, se que como yo se quedaran picados.