#oropherion

I couldn't help but notice that among so many obscene fantasies with Thranduil, I missed seeing something else like in a Mordern UA, Thranduil is the boss of the large company in which Tauriel is promoted and can't help but think about how his bastard and annoying boss It's sexy. Even in the Thranduil x reader interaction, I've been missing this obvious and sexy theme hehe Maybe I will, but I want to be a reader now, anyone?

Character: Thranduil (surprise surprise 😄)

One thing about myself: My speaking voice is low and at the moment it's more like a low thundering rumble because I have flu. Comments about whiskey bass voice are common every time I lose my voice. 😄 

Type of relationship: 💞 Friends to Lovers

Have a wonderful day! 💙💙💙

Hiiii @aduialel 💙💙💙 Nice to see you here again :)

I hope you don’t mind the wait - real life sucked me in completely, but I’m slowly getting back to plowing through my ask box and here is your imagine. I bet you’re feeling better now and your voice is back to normal :) Happy reading!

Your tarot spread looks like this:

💞 Friends to Lovers with Thranduil

You had been friends with Thranduil since his father, Oropherion, arrived in the Woodland Realm and founded his kingdom. The prince was always warm and affectionate with you, you knew you could always count on him, and there was that special spark in his eyes whenever he looked at you that made your heart flutter. It wasn’t difficult for you to recognize your own feelings - you loved the prince of Woodland Realm with all your heart and your instincts told you that he felt something for you as well.

The problem was, he was Sindar, and a royal. What was more, you were a Silvan Elf, a member of his personal guard, someone not in a position to hope for a bright future together. All you could cherish was the time you spent together, both when you were doing your duty as his guard during numerous battles, and when you spent time with him on many evenings, discussing current events, playing games, training or simply admiring the starry skies in silence in your secret hideout among the trees.

When king Oropherion decided that his son was to marry a great lady of the Sindar, you kept your face straight. But your cheeks were wet that evening, when the prince met you in your hideout. He took your hands in his and professed his love to you. He kept on explaining how this was a political marriage, how he could never love another, how he detested the idea of holding another woman in his arms.

Your kiss was like rose petals brushing against your skin, like first drops of rain falling on the parched ground. It was simply perfect and the sensation of Thranduil’s lips touching yours lingered for a long time, sending shivers down your spine. You whispered words of love to him and your lips met again, your hearts beating in unison.

Thranduil asked you to leave Greenwood the Great behind and run away with him, far away, to the east, where you could marry and live together, unbothered by anyone.

You knew that it was an impossible dream. The Woodland Realm needed to have an heir to the throne. King Oropher didn’t have any other children and prince Thranduil needed to do his duty. You weren’t going to stand in its way, not if the price you both had to pay was the ruin of your homeland. He was the future king, you were his guard and you both had to do your duty.

Thranduil listened to your words, his eyes lovingly roaming your face. You saw it in his eyes that he understood, that he agreed with you. You had to forget about your feelings and follow the paths the Valar put you both on.

But you still had that one last night together. Only one night under the waxing moon. Your lips met again and Thranduil took you in his arms, giving you all of his passion, all of his love. Moonlight spilled over your naked bodies as you drifted through the realm of ecstatic bliss. Together for the first and last time.

Thranduil married the princess his father chose for him, but his words sounded hollow as he spoke his vows, and there was emptiness in his eyes. You saw him from up close, being the member of his guard. You were the one to escort him and his new bride to their newly prepared chambers when the evening came and the wedding feast ended. You spent the night in your secret hideout, staring into the indifferent face of the moon.

Years passed and many things changed. Neither Thranduil nor you dared to show any affection toward each other beyond the customary gestures. There were many curious eyes in the kingdom. You even stopped spending evenings together. The only thing that reminded you of the past were the ardent gazes Thranduil would throw in your direction when no one was looking. This, and a red oak leaf adorned with a silver waxing moon you found each year in your secret hideout on the anniversary of your night together.

There was a great battle with the Enemy. You were victorious but king Oropherion fell, killed by an Orc blade. As his son’s personal guard, you did your best to protect the future king. Luckily, Thranduil survived and led the elven army back to the Woodland Realm. Now he was the king.

Life seemingly returned to normal after a while, but you couldn’t ignore the enamored glances Thranduil’s wife cast at him, the way she touched his shoulder or whispered something into his ear during a feast, making him smile, chasing his worries away. You could only watch. Fire burned in your heart. It wasn’t the sweet flame of love, but rather a vicious blaze of jealousy.

You did your duty as best as you could, even when you heard that the Woodland Realm was going to welcome a new member of the royal family. Your heart crumbled in pieces.

Little prince Legolas turned out to be a cheerful boy, deeply loved by his parents. As much as you suffered, you couldn’t find fault in his bright blue eyes, so similar to his father’s. As soon as he had grown enough, you started teaching him the basics of swordplay. Thranduil would often come to see his progress. From time to time your eyes would meet and you would notice those familiar sparks in his gaze and your heart would flip again.

Another war came and another battle. The Orcs of Gundabad were formidable, but they stood no chance against the elven army. Only after the battle did you discover that Thranduil’s wife was slain after she led the final charge against the enemy.

The Woodland Realm was in mourning again, with its widowed ruler on its throne and his orphaned young son sobbing into the pillow every night. You were there to offer comfort to the boy and help him recover after the loss. You took long walks with him through the forest, showing him your favorite places and animals. Once you even showed him your secret hideout and asked him to use it whenever he needed. Slowly, Legolas started smiling again and he even made a mischief or two when the occasion presented itself.

Since his wife’s death Thranduil was distant, his gaze cold and uninviting. You knew there was pain inside him and you offered him your support, but he just took your hand and squeezed it, shaking his head. This was a battle he had to fight on his own.

Two years had passed and the day of your anniversary came. When you approached your hideout, wondering whether you’d see yet another beautiful leaf, you saw Legolas climbing down the tree and running away with a mischievous smile.

You entered the hideout, but the leaf was not there. Your heart sank. Instead, there was a box made of golden mallorn wood with an ornament of the waxing moon adorning it. Inside you found the most beautiful necklace you have ever seen, glittering in the moonlight with the light of thousands of gems. You recognized them at once and gasped. The gems of Lasgalen, shining with their own magic light.

Rustling leaves made you look behind you. Thranduil stood by the entrance to the hideout, the light of the gems reflecting in his eyes. “So that is where that little rascal took it,” he said. “I thought it was lost.” “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Here it is, my king,” you handed him the necklace in its box.

“We are alone now. You do not need to address me this way,” he approached you. You nodded without a word, unable to turn away from his insistent gaze, noticing that he hadn’t taken the box back. “This must have belonged to your wife,” you heard yourself say. “The necklace belongs to the fairest Elf-maid in my realm. You. I had it made by the best jewelers of Erebor. Will you do me the honor of wearing it for me?” His hand brushed against your cheek.

“Thranduil, are you sure…?” “I wanted to give it to you a year ago, after my mourning ended, but I did not know whether you still felt what I feel. Apparently, my son showed greater bravery than I did,” he gave you a smile that reached his eyes. “Each of these gems symbolizes another year we had to be apart. Will you accept this gift, this token of my love? Will you accept me?”

The leaves rustled again when you spoke, “I will. Today and forever.”

Your lips met and stayed together for a very long time, until the moon gave way to the first rays of sun. A new day had begun.

Thranduil: so you write for noldors now?

Me:

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day You can't choose what stays and what fades away And I'd do anything to make you stay ...