#thranduil

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Thranduil and Elrond lapsed into silence for another few hours, just enjoying the peace of the evening. Soon, however, Winter started letting out soft mewls of distress due to a nightmare. Thranduil’s head snapped around to look at his soulmate as soon as he sensed something was wrong. Before Elrond could even move (or even blink), Thranduil had already reached out to take hold of one of Winter’s hands, gently running his thumb over those long fingers. Thranduil's hand dwarfed Winter's in size, but the fox had longer, more delicate fingers.

“You are safe, little one,” Thranduil murmured softly, reaching through their soul connection to soothe the fox’s mind with his fëa. “I’m here. You are not alone in your fight.”

Winter trembled a bit more, but then settled, nightmare gone.

Elrond watched Thranduil for a while, feeling almost like he was privy to something incredibly special. He’d never seen Thranduil so concerned over anything, or even show this sort of emotion except for perhaps worrying over his son in the last several thousand years. Even that was a well controlled occurrence. It was a refreshing reminder that the king was a living creature who had emotions just like everyone else. 

Thranduil continued to run his thumb over Winter’s fingers, eyes moving to take in the sight of the thick scars wrapped around his wrist. He didn’t have to guess what had made these scars, for they were the shape of manacles that had burned. 

You’ve been through so much, little one. Let me take on some of your burden, at least for tonight, Thranduil thought, smiling a bit when the fox let out a yawn in his sleep before practically burrowing his nose into his pillow.