Tormented by the memories of the past, the King of Mirkwood have turned his heart into icy cold stone. The memories he have when he lost everyone dear to him, his father, his wife, and lastly his CHILDHOOD FRIEND. Whom he didn't saw for thousands of years, that was taken by the evil that is attempting to weaken their kingdom, he agonized the memories, the happy and sad ones. But what if that childhood friend of him have been protecting, watching over him and have stayed always by his side along those thousand years?
(Top Rank Attained: #3 in Thranduil Stories)
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❝The way you're looking at me right now
makes me wonder where you want me.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6
─ SLOW-burn, angst, some spice
─ frequent updates!!
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