KING.

ind. priv. sel. canon divergent. King Thranduil 

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                              “You  think  I  CAN'T?”  The  young  elf  huffed,  although  he  had  a  playful  tone  to  his  voice.  “I  did  not  believe  you  thought  so  little  of  me,  Adar.”  Thranduil  added.

He  had  JUST  gotten  a  new  sword  a  couple  of  weeks  prior,  a  gift  from  his  father.  It  had  taken  him  some  time  getting  used  to  the  blade,  but  it  was  swift  and  it’s  design  was  remarkable.  The  negative  spaces  gave  the  sword  a  very  elegant  touch  while  lightening  it  at  the  same  time.   Even  if  Thranduil  had  already  found  a  downside  to  that,  after  all  it  was  very  hard  to  clean  blood  out  of  those  spaces,  but  he  had  definitely  found  that  it  was  worth  it,  for  it  made  him  look  EVERY  BIT  as  royal  as  he  felt.

Translations 1. A im anír- cin -> and I want you.

                              A  smile  forms  on  her  lips.  Daeris  had  hoped  for  a  while  that  her  feelings  for  the  prince  were  not  one-sided.  While  she  had  the  inkling  they  were  not,  it  was  reassuring  to  hear  the  confirmation,  no  matter  how  terrifying  the  idea  of  facing  Thranduil’s  father  and  his  wrath  when  he  found  out.  No  matter  how  hard  they  tried  to  hide  it.  It  was  something  you  could  only  hide  for  so  long.

She  still  found  herself  questioning  if  she  should  admit  that  she  felt  the  same.  If  Oropher  were  to  forbid  their  relationship,  let  alone  a  union,  could  they  go  against  him?  Her  hand  tightens  in  Thranduil’s  at  the  thought.  She  was  outspoken  and  far  from  afraid  to  stand  up  for  herself  when  she  needed  to,  but  still,  the  idea  of  facing  the  Elvenking  in  a  rage  was  unsetting.  Having  a  relationship  with  Thranduil  would  not  change  a  thing,  and  she  would  still  be  a  commoner  with  no  ground  to  stand  on  if  she  had  to  face  his  father,  and  she  would  have  to  face  him.  Sooner  or  later.

❛  A  im  anír-  cin.  ❜  There  was  turning  back  now,  but  if  Thranduil  was  sure  he  wanted  to  do  this,  she  would  do  it.  ❛  We  could  be  hiding  for  a  long  time.  One  hundred  years  is  but  a  blink  of  the  eye  to  an  elf.  ❜  She  reminds  him,  and  how  long  would  his  father’s  patience  last?  Thranduil  was  his  only  son.  He  would  be  expected  to  produce  an  heir  to  secure  the  line  for  the  throne.  

❛  But,  if  you  are  willing,  I  will  be  yours  with  no  hesitation..❜  

               When  Thranduil  heard  her  say  that  she  wanted  him  too,  a  sigh  of  relief  left  his  lips.  A  part  of  him  had  known  that  the  feeling  was  mutual,  but  he  had  not  been  sure  of  it  and  it  had  still  made  him  nervous.

He  squeezed  her  hand  in  return.  "I  promise  that  I  will  take  care  of  you  for  as  long  as  you  will  have  me.."  The  Elvenprince  spoke,  voice  soft  and  fond  as  he  looked  into  her  green  eyes.  "We  will  have  to  hide  it  for  now,  I  am  afraid,  but  there  will  come  a  day  where  I  will  have  to  tell  my  father.  When  that  day  comes  I  will  take  all  of  the  blame.  He  cannot  command  my  heart,  and  it  has  chosen  to  be  with  you,  Daeris..  I  would  not  be  able  to  find  joy  with  anyone  else."  He  shook  his  head.

"I  would  be  honored  to  be  at  your  side  forever..  I  want  to  spend  my  life  with  you.."  That  may  sound  a  little  weird  to  any  mortal,  they  only  just  got  together  after  all,  yet  elves  only  fell  in  love  once  so  they  already  knew  they  were  going  to  be  together  until  one  of  them  died.

He  glanced  around  them,  just  to  be  sure,  before  leaning  in  and  gently  pressed  their  lips  together  in  a  kiss.  They  had  known  each  other  for  quite  some  time  now  and  Thranduil  found  it  the  most  natural  feeling  in  the  world..

                            The  hurt  in  his  voice,  followed  by  the  tears,  had  her  throat  tightening.  Daeris  wonders  if  it  may  have  been  a  kinder  act  if  she  had  not  returned,  but  how  was  she  supposed  to  know  that  everyone  thought  she  was  dead?  She  still  didn’t  know  what  happened,  what  wars  had  occurred  that  Thranduil  said  their  son  helped  end…there  were  no  answers  that  she  could  give  to  his  questions  or  anyone’s  questions  for  that  matter.

Her  smile  falters,  an  incredible  weight  settling  in  her  chest.  She  looks  down,  falling  silent  for  a  long  moment,  trying  her  best  to  go  through  her  mind  to  try  and  give  her  husband  an  answer.  He  deserved  an  answer,  she  knew  he  did,  and  the  fact  that  she  couldn’t  give  it  to  him  was  heart-wrenching.  

❛  I  don’t  know.❜  Her  voice  is  a  whisper  now,  her  gaze  remaining  focussed  on  the  floor,  anywhere  by  on  his  face.  Her  own  eyes  fill  with  tears,  and  her  breathing  becomes  shaky  all  over  again.  ❛  The  last  thing  I  remember  is  the  conversation  you  and  I  had  about  the  darkness  taking  over  the  land.  I  remember  telling  you  not  to  worry,  that  all  would  be  well.  ❜    A  small  laugh  leaves  her  in  response  to  the  cruel  joke  that  was.  How  wrong  she  had  been.  ❛  Then  I  woke  in  a  strange  place.  It  looked  like  Amon  Lanc,  but  it  was  not.  That  is  what  gave  me  the  sense  something  terrible  had  happened.❜  

She  dares  to  look  at  Thranduil  now,  tears  rolling  down  her  cheeks.  What  happened  isn’t  her  fault,  Daeris  knows  that,  but  she  still  can’t  get  rid  of  the  guilt  that  she  was  feeling.  ❛  I  am  so  sorry,  Thranduil.  ❜  There’s  an  audible  quiver  as  she  speaks,  her  voice  threatening  to  break.  ❛  I  would  never  have  left.  I  would  never…I  can’t  remember.❜  Her  voice  breaks  then.  Something  had  happened  to  her  that  much  was  evident,  but  even  she  didn’t  know  what.  

The  last  time  Daeris  had  been  this  upset  was  after  her  encounter  with  Oropher,  not  long  after  he  had  found  out  about  her  and  Thranduil.  She  had  never  seen  the  old  king  so  furious  before  that  day,  and  the  things  he  had  said  left  her  in  a  very  similar  state  to  the  one  she  was  in  now.

               I  don’t  know...  He  repeated  her  words  a  couple  of  times  inside  his  head,  trying  to  make  sense  of  all  of  this,  but  if  she  did  not  understand  then  how  was  he  supposed  to  understand?

“That  sounds  about  right...  that  conversation  is  the  last  one  we  had  before  you  went  missing..  I  never  noticed  anything  weird  at  the  time,  either..”  He  said  then,  looking  at  his  wife.  Thranduil  let  go  of  her  hands  so  he  could  cup  her  cheeks,  wiping  the  tears  away.  

“Do  not  weep,  meleth  nîn...  None  of  this  is  your  fault...  I  did  not  mean  to  make  you  feel  guilty,  I  am  aware  you  would  never  have  left  willingly,  you  need  not  worry  about  that.  You’re  back  in  my  arms  and  right  now  that  is  all  that  matters...  You  may  not  know  what  happened  and  we  may  never  find  out,  but  that  is  not  what  is  important.”  The  Elvenking  shook  his  head.  Sure,  he  would  have  liked  to  know,  but  he  had  a  feeling  that  with  Sauron  having  been  defeated  it  would  not  happen  again.

                          It  was  far  from  odd  that  Thranduil  was  looking  for  her.  They  were  spending  more  and  more  time  in  each  others  company  these  days,  away  from  the  curious  eyes  trying  to  find  out  who  the  prince  was  taking  a  liking  to,  who  he  may  marry.  Greenwood  was  no  stranger  to  gossip,  and  she  knew  if  the  king  even  caught  someone  so  much  as  breathing  of  his  son  showing  interest  in  a  commoner,  there  would  be  wrath  to  deal  with.  

❛  Of  course.  ❜  She  falls  into  step  beside  him,  hands  gently  clutching  the  book  she  had  to  her  chest.  She  had  a  feeling  she  knew  what  Thranduil  wanted  to  speak  to  her  about  and  why  he  wanted  to  do  it  somewhere  they  would  be  completely  alone,  for  fear  that  someone  would  hear  and  that  very  thing  would  happen,  the  king  finding  out.

Oropher  was  why  Daeris  had  not  told  Thranduil  of  what  her  feelings  for  him  had  developed  into.  Her  father  may  be  the  captain  of  the  guard  and  a  good  friend  of  the  kings,  but  that  did  not  and  never  would  change  the  fact  she  was  a  commoner.  

She  disappeared  when  the  daughters  of  the  high  elves  in  the  court  swarmed  him  for  very  similar  reasons.  They  were  not  shy  about  the  fact  Daeris  was  not  one  of  them,    that  she  never  stood  a  chance  with  a  prince. Daeris  told  herself  the  same  thing,    pushing  down  the  fact  that  she  knew  Thranduil  didn’t  look  at  any  of  them  the  way  he  looked  at  her.  That  it  was  her,  he  was  always  sneaking  off  with.  If  she  admitted  it,  all  she  would  be  doing  was  setting  herself  up  for  a  devastating  heartbreak.  

She  sets  her  book  down  beside  herself  on  the  stone  bench  they  sat  on,  shifting  so  that  her  knees  are  turned  towards  him,  and  she  is  facing  him.  His  words  only  seem  to  confirm  her  suspicion,  and  she  can  feel  her  heart  begin  to  race.  There  were  no  words  to  describe  how  badly  she  wanted  this,  wanted  him,  but  they  couldn’t,  and  he  couldn’t.  Or  could  they?  Was  the  prince  truly  prepared  to  one  day  face  his  father’s  wrath?

  ❛  Thranduil,❜  She  breaths,  with  no  one  around  them  to  hear  she’s  comfortable  dropping  the  formalities.  She  wants  to  stop  him,  tell  him  that  they  can’t,  that  he  can’t.  Oropher  would  never  allow  the  heir  to  his  throne  to  date,  let  alone  marry  a  commoner,  but  she  doesn’t  say  any  of  those  things.  Instead,  she  reaches  her  hand  out,  gently  setting  it  on  top  of  one  of  his,  shifting  closer  to  him,  hesitantly  slotting  her  fingers  between  his,  almost  as  a  silent  I  know,  I  feel  the  same  even  though  he  hadn’t  spoken  the  words  yet.  

❛  I’m  listening.  ❜  

Gi melin ---> I love you

   He sat down right next to her, taking her soft hand into his own when she offered it, his other hand on top of their combined hands. His blue eyes focused on her green ones and he could have sworn that he felt his heart skip a beat and his breath get stuck in his throat. She was gorgeous. He knew this already, of course, but her beauty was enhanced by the stars reflecting in her eyes.

The Elvenprince was definitely aware of the fact that they should not be doing this. But... he could not deny his heart any longer. His father wanted him to marry a high elf, but they only fell in love once, and that was simply not where his heart lay. 

He took a deep breath, his own eyes seeming conflicted. He felt so fond and lovestruck, yet he was really worried about their situation as well. And about her reaction. Even if he was almost sure that she felt the same about him. After all, they spent most evenings talking together, whenever Oropher didn’t have him attend meetings.

“Gi melin...” His voice was soft, yet it was resolute. Thranduil knew that he loved her. It was a fact, he didn’t have to think twice about it. But he was still scared someone was going to hear them talk.

“I know my father would never approve of this... of us... but I cannot deny my heart any longer, Daeris.. I don’t want any of those high elves. I want you. Even if it means having to hide it for a while..” He spoke then, giving her a chance to reply, even if he was anxious to hear her answer. 

                  She  was  not  surprised  by  her  husband’s  admission.  He  had  always  been  protective  of  Legolas.  They  both  were.  He  was  not  only  their  only  son  but  their  only  child.  She  remembers  speaking  to  Thranduil  about  having  another  child,  a  sibling  for  Legolas.  Daeris  herself  was  the  oldest  of  her  parents  five  children,  but  the  darkness  that  had  started  to  take  hold  of  middle  earth  had  different  ideas,  and  whatever  happened  to  her  had  happened.  The  loss  of  her  was  bound  to  increase  that  protectiveness.  He  was  the  last  part  of  her  Thranduil  had.  

The  Elvenqueen  sees  her  sons  uneasiness  and  goes  to  take  a  step  back,  forgetting  that  she  was  a  stranger  to  him  (  an  odd  thought  given  the  fact  she  was  the  one  that  had  brought  him  into  the  world  ),  but  the  action  is  stopped  when  he  pulls  her  into  a  hug.  His  words  bring  her  some  relief  as  her  arms  come  to  wrap  around  him.  

Daeris  makes  a  point  to  commit  the  smile  he  gives  her  when  the  hug  breaks  into  memory.  There  it  was  in  that  smile,  she  could  see  herself.  

  ❛  I  am  not  stubborn,  I  am  strong-willed,  and  it  is  an  excellent  trait  to  have.  ❜    She  retorts,  her  tone  remaining  playful.    ❛  Oh,  your  father  is  very  stubborn.  If  he  denies  it,  I  have  plenty  of  stories  I  can  tell  you  from  when  we  were  younger  that  would  prove  it.  ❜    Daeris  chuckles,  returning  to  Thranduil’s  side,  her  hand  gently  brushing  over  the  back  of  his  before  intertwining  her  fingers  with  his.  

  ❛  Legolas,  can  you  check  on  the  state  of  things  among  our  people?  A  queen  coming  back  when  she  is  thought  to  be  dead  can  cause  panic,  and  I’m  sure  the  news  is  spreading.  ❜  She  wanted  to  have  time  with  Thranduil  alone,  but  she  was  also  aware  of  the  chaos  the  information  she  had  returned  could  bring,  stepping  back  into  her  role  as  queen  so  easily  it  was  like  she  had  never  left.  No  one  would  guess  there  was  a  time  (  long  ago  )  where  Daeris  had  been  unsure  if  she  would  make  a  good  queen.  ❛  I  want  to  hear  all  about  your  adventures  when  we  have  dinner  tonight.  ❜    She  adds,  watching  as  her  son  goes  to  do  what  she  asked.  

Daeris  turns  to  fully  face  Thranduil,  keeping  her  fingers  locked  with  his  as  she  does  so.    ❛  You  think  I’m  stubborn,  meleth  nîn?  ❜  She  puts  forth  fake  anger  with  the  question,  but  she  can’t  hold  the  stern  expression,  breaking  out  into  a  small  laugh.  ❛  I  suppose,  I  can  be  a  little  stubborn,  but  I  am  nowhere  near  as  bad  as  you  are.  ❜

   As soon as his queen returned to his side and Thranduil could feel her fingers gently brushing along his, he moved his hand to intertwine their fingers, his hold gentle yet firm. “Strong-willed is one way to put it, yes.” He teased. “I remember quite some stories about you, too.” The Elvenking added.

Legolas chuckled at their antics. “I would love to hear more over dinner. I will go and look after our citizens now.” He bowed towards them before leaving the room. Of course he would want to hear more. Thranduil had rarely spoken of his mother to him, finding it too hard to do so. Legolas was more than a little curious.

Thranduil let go of her hand to put both of his hands on her waist, leaning in to press a kiss onto the top of her head. “Oh I don’t think you’re stubborn. I know so.” He smiled at her once he stood up straight again. His eyes scanned over her face for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, soon shaking his head. “I can’t believe it’s really you... after all these years..” He went to grab her hand again and lift it to his lips, pressing another loving kiss onto her knuckles. “I searched everywhere... I had my men search everywhere..” His voice got a little quiet now. “We couldn’t find you anywhere...” A hurt sounded through in his voice, even if the tears that showed up in his eyes again would have told her that as well. 

Starter for @kingthrcnduil​

                Daeris  often  went  out  into  the  gardens  to  read  when  she  needed  to  get  away  from  the  busy  environment  that  was  Greenwood’s  halls.  They  were  almost  always  empty,  probably  forgotten  by  most.  It  was  nothing  she  would  complain  about,  making  the  space  an  ideal  sanctuary  for  her  to  escape  to.  

She  stayed  out  in  the  brisk  air  well  into  the  evening,  only  deciding  to  start  making  her  way  back  when  the  last  light  of  the  day  began  to  disappear  entirely.  Catching  a  small  amount  of  movement  out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye,  green  hues  settle  on  the  familiar  face  of  Thranduil.  There’s  a  slight  hesitation  in  her  approach,  unsure  if  it’s  exactly  wise,  but  she’s  going  to  find  out.

❛  Your  Highness.  ❜  Her  gentle  voice  fills  the  cooling  atmosphere,  curtsying  when  she  catches  his  attention.  ❛  I  thought  I  was  the  only  one  that  came  out  here.  ❜

Brennilen ---> my lady

“Hardly so.” Thranduil spoke, looking at the woman standing in front of him. “Besides, I was actually looking for you, so it only makes sense I would end up where you are, Brennilen.” He spoke then. The Elvenprince seemed just as calm as always, however he was fidgeting with the sleeve of his gown. 

“I was hoping that we could speak, and this seems like the perfect location to do so.” No prying eyes or ears. Perfect. After all, this was a conversation only meant for the two of them. If his father found out, Thranduil knew they would be in trouble.

“How about we go and take a seat near the pond?” The late summer air was still warm as it rustled through the leaves, the quiet croaking sound of the frogs in the pond, the stars shining brightly above their heads, reflecting off the water.