#thranduildrabble

“Let go.” The bow snapped from your fingers and the arrow whistled through the air. You eagerly watched as it whipped towards the tree, but missed, hitting the tree behind it and to the left. You let the grip on your bow falter and your arm dropped to level your knee; you flung your head back and groaned, stomping your foot.

A hand patted you shoulder and chuckle escaped his lips. You spun around to meet the tall, softly-toned, brunette man, laughing at your outburst. You gently shoved his shoulder, making his laugh harder.

“Shut up, Bard.” You murmured. He caught your hand and used it to twirl you around, your (Y/H/C) flying around your head.  You shrieked and fell into his chest. He looked down, still chuckling, and placed his hands on your waist. You cocked your eyebrow in confusion, but they were raised high when he suddenly yanked you upwards and was flung over his shoulder. You thumped on his back and kicked your legs.

“BARD, PUT ME DOWN NOW OR SO HELP ME!” You yelled, but he just sniggered and bumped up his arm to hold you tighter. Your bow dangled lazily, bouncing against his legs. He trotted towards the castle, with a pouting you on his back. He was making his way out the woods when his hand wandered.

“Bard.”

“Hm?”

“You’re touching my arse.”

“You love it.

“GET YOUR HAND OFF MY ARSE.” You laughed with him and his dropped you at the doors of the castle. You brushed yourself off before you punched him in the shoulder.

“You’re an orc.” You said jokingly. He placed a hand to his heart.

“Hurtful.” You laughed. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders in a hug, which he gladly returned, lifting your toes off the floor. You two held onto each other for a moment before mutually letting go.

“Same time tomorrow?” You ask, shouldering your bow. He smiled and leaned in to kiss your cheek. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and began to swagger away.

“Sure thing.” He said with a last smile. “And bring your bow.” He added. You smile and turn around happily skipping into the castle.

You placed your bow onto the peg near the door, next to the Mirkwoods Princes. You were pretty close to the Elf Royalty. Legolas was one of your best friends, but when he left to find the infamous Strider, he couldn’t give you archery lessons anymore. That was when Bard came in. When Mirkwood helped Dale, and you met the famous archer who shot the Black Arrow, you almost immediately clicked.

As much as people insisted you and him were an item, you had your eye on another. A King to be exact. Yes, it was very broad of your to love such a person when yourself was only a common elf, but even as you thought of him now your heart fluttered.

But, your consciousness counted, he was always uptight and sharp towards you. You hung our head. Unfortunately it was true. You and the King were not on a good basis at the moment. The only reason he let you stay was mostly because of Legolas, the other reason you did not know.

You were walking through the halls, head still lowered, deep in thought, your hands enclosed together behind you, when you bumped into something. Or should you say someone. Because when you looked up, the sharp pale features and white-blonde haired king caught your immediate senses.

“My apologies, my lord.” You said a little flustered.

“I was in fact looking for you, so it is of no matter.” You heart thumped almost painfully. He was looking for you?

“Because of what, my lord.” You inquired, almost physically trying to keep your voice from wavering. His eyes flashed.

“Because I saw your encounter with the man.” He retorted with an edge of anger. You were taken aback to say the least.

“Bard, you mean?” You asked and he nodded. “And what of my encounter.” You subtly taunted.

“It was, I feel,” He paused, leaving you room to cross your arms and cock your hip, “Inappropriate.”

Your mouth fell open. Inappropriate?

“Is that so?” You said a mischievous glint, twinkling in your eyes. Your lower torso prickled as the pressure of the sexual tension laid upon it. He shuffled. “How, my lord?” You said through gritted teeth. He didn’t answer.

“Look, my lord, I know we have never been on the same page, but that is no excuse to stop me from seeing anyone.” You said, stepping closer with each word.

“You will stop seeing him.” He said, his authoritative voice sparking something that trailed to your core.  “Immediately.”

You stepped even closer to him, your chests brushing. “Make. Me.” You accentuated.

His pupils dilated and he walked forwards until your back hit the stone wall. He placed his hands either side of your head and pressed his tall, thin, muscled form against you. You hitched your breath and looked into his darkened eyes with your own wide ones. His nose slid against yours and you gripped the wall behind you to stop yourself from collapsing.

“Make. Me.” You breathed. He growled throatily and smashed his lips to yours in a bruising-kiss.

He moved his hands to cup your face and push it further into his hot mouth. His tongue massaged yours and your moan was swallowed into his mouth. You moved your hand upwards to clasp the back of his neck, the other gripping his robe collar. He slid his hand downwards to curl around your back, placing it to the small of your spine, and using it as a leverage to crash your pelvises together. He groaned loudly and long into your mouth as your hand grazed the shell of his pointed ear.

You pulled back, panting, and he placed a last kiss to your lips. You smiled shyly and ran your hands down his chest. A sudden idea made your cheeks flush with laughter and a wide grin flutter across your lips. Thranduil caressed your red cheek.

“What?” He asked, placed a kiss to the burning flesh.

“You were jealous.” You said in a sing-song voice. He smiled into your cheek.

A rustle of leaves below alerted your ears sharply. You caught a brief glimpse of people below and thought nothing of it; people went for strolls all the time through this forest. That was until you heard the wisp of an arrow and before you could react. It pierced your lower abdomen and you screeched in shock. For moment you were confused when you couldn’t feel any pain, when it hit you like a ton of brick. The pain was almost agonizing; your muscles relaxed and you felt yourself falling through the air, the wind whistling in your ears. You felt yourself changing as you wavered in and out of consciousness, and now felt fingers, arms and legs.

You broke through the thick layer of leaves and felt a sharp pain in your leg as it hit a branch. You braced yourself for the impact of the ground but were stopped abruptly mid fall by two lumps pressing into your back.

It laid you gently onto the mossy floor and a blurry figure was leaning close to your face, and his long white blonde hair was tickling your face and neck; upon his head you could see a distinct crown made of stick with flurries of berries scattered around it. Other forms walked up behind him, their faces unreadable individually but undoubtedly sad.

“Ta inya.” (It’s a girl) The white haired elf above you called to the people behind him. You groaned as the pain slowly spread through your stomach. “Boe de nestad” (She needs healing).

Before you could protest, he had lifted you into his arms and pulled you close to his chest.

“Taar lye.” (My king) Another elf said behind him. He shot him a look and carried on walking with you in his arms through the forest to god knows where.

*************

You laughed violently and grabbed Legolas’ arms as your stomach started to hurt from laughing. Legolas chuckled at your reaction but had the wind knocked out of him when you flung yourself on top of him, still laughing.

You looked up at his amused face and immediately saw the resemblance of his father. You heart rate elevated as you thought of the elf king. He had saved you years before when he and his men were out hunting for the afternoon. One man had shot you, not thinking you were a skin changer and had almost caused your death. Thranduil had luckily carried you to the castle in time and the medics had save you, just leaving you in a weak state as you had lost a lot of blood. You had never stopped thanking him for rescuing you but he remained modest each time telling you it was his duty. You still stayed grateful at his actions and begged him to let you stay in the kingdom so you could help him with every action. He let you stay without a second hesitation and you had been his personnel assistant ever since. During the time spent with Thranduil, you found yourself investing a lot of your time with his son. He had quickly befriended you and beside Thranduil, he was the only other elf you loved.

Since your parents had disappeared nearly 5 years ago, you were thankful for Legolas for giving you a brother. Even though you cared for Legolas with all your heart, it was a completely different love than you felt for his father. You couldn’t imagine your life without the Elf King and imagined more of him and you together. You wanted nothing more than to kiss those irresistible lips that taunted you every time he spoke, and hug his muscled torso that you desperately needed to feel against you.

You were snapped from your thoughts by a quick pain in your side and you turned to see a grinning Legolas. His hands brushed against your sides again and you jolted. You shook your head frantically but his grin only widened and his wriggled his fingers into your skin. You started laughing uncontrollably and squirmed under his grip. He pushed you backwards so he was almost lying on top of you; still attack your sides as you screamed helplessly.

You didn’t notice the heavy footsteps turn the corner and a baffled king stopping at the entrance, staring at you and his son.

“Legolas!” He barked. Legolas immediately removed his hands and sat up.

“Yes, ada?” He asked confused. You pushed yourself up on your hands and turned to see a livid face of Thranduil. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you reached his furious eyes. He frowned further.

“I need to speak to (Y/N). Alone.” You gulped nervously and stole a glance at Legolas. He shrugged. You timidly stood up and followed Thranduil down the corridor he had come.

He suddenly turned when you were out of earshot of Legolas.

“What do you think you were doing with Legolas?” He asked through his teeth. You cocked your head.

“We were playing and he was tickling me.” You explained slowly, anger bubbling under your skin. Thranduil looked up at you, his eyes darkening and he pushed you against the wall. “M-My King.”

“I found you.” He started, ignoring my remark. “In the woods. You were a bird-“

“Yes, I’m a shape shifter?” You stopped him mid-sentence.

“I was mostly confused. You fascinated me. As I got to know you I realised something. Something I thought I would never happen again. I’m falling (Y/N). I’m falling for you.”

Your anger crumbled and you saw his eyes soften with every word. Your heart soared as he went on. When he was finished he couldn’t meet your eyes. You lifted his cheek to angle his face to yours, his eyes immediately boring into yours.

You leaned in closer until your lips met. He moved them across yours slowly, pressing you deeper into the wall and his mouth. He sucked on your bottom lip lightly, letting a small moan slip through your lips. He used this to his advantage and pushed his tongue into your mouth. You massaged them together and your hands crept up his arms and knotted behind his neck; while he did the same and gripped your hips. You regrettably pulled back and rested your fore heads together.

You swished around the corner, lost in thought, and almost bumped into a pillar. You looked around quickly; making sure no one saw your embarrassing moment before taking a deep breath and carrying on your stroll through the breathtaking castle.

A flurry of hushed voices pricked your elf ears to attention. You took a hesitant step forwards and looked around, catching a glimpse of two familiar elves. Both blonde and with icy blue eyes, they engaged in a fast paced conversation. You almost decided to silently creep off, pretending you had no idea that your love and his son were huddled in a castle corner, viscously swapping words - when your name clearly slipped from Legolas’ mouth. You froze, desperately trying to capture any words that would give you any indication on what they were talking about and how you were involved. They paused for a moment and the corridor became almost eerily silent.

“But ada, what about (Y/N)?” Legolas asked exasperatingly, as if he had asked the question before. You could almost picture Thranduil shaking his head. The kings next words were inaudible and disappointment rested on your chest, craving to hear the King say your name.

Legolas sighed and you heard his soft footsteps as he left, leaving Thranduil standing in the corner. You were completely petrified as Thranduil waltzed around the corner. He saw you standing against the wall and his eyes softened, but immediately hardened again – as if they were angry for showing emotions. You bravely stepped forward, a split second decision telling you to confront him.

“My Lord,” You started, trying firstly to get his attention. It worked and as soon as the small words left your lips, the cerulean eyes piercing into yours. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on yours and Prince Legolas’ conversation, but I distinctly heard my name and thought my attention was needed.”

  “Your attention is and was not needed.” He replied in a monotone expression.

“With all due respect, my lord, I feel as I am involved it does concern me.” You pressed. He sighed softly, not being able to reach your firm (Y/E/C) eyes.

“I was conversing with my son about the upcoming war,” He commented, his voice slightly strained, “I believe it is my duty to attend it and I was asking Legolas if he would join me.” He paused, obviously battling with himself whether to mention its connection to you,” He was merely asking how you would be affected if I didn’t come back.”

“Then I must come too.” You remarked hotly. His eyes flickered with anger.

“No (Y/N). You are not coming.” He said simply. You stepped up to him; paying no attention that he was head taller than you and glared at him.

“That is not your decision to make.” You growled through gritted teeth.

 “NO (Y/N) I forbid you to come.” He said roughly. You pressed a finger to his chest; ignoring how hard and muscled his chest felt.

“You may be my king,” You hissed, “But you have no control over what I do and don’t do, my. lord.” You said, putting extra emphasis on the last two words.

“WHEN I WANT YOUR OPINION (Y/N) I WILL ASK FOR IT. BUT THIS DESCION IS FINAL. YOU. ARE. NOT. GOING.” He yelled each word stinging. You let hurt flash across your face, enough to show him how you felt.

He stormed off, his long elegant robe billowing behind him. You shouted out in frustration and ran a hand through your hair. The burning anger was slowly placed with regret. If that was the last time you spoke to him you would never forgive yourself. You never even told him you loved him.

*******

The minutes ticked by agonisingly slow. You held your head in your hands, the tear trails dried up as well as your eyes. Elves occasionally came to ruffle your hair or say comforting things, but you would just nod and put a fake smile on your face.

A loud shredding sound alerting your ears. The large metal doors were opening, granting access to the population outside the kingdom. The first elf you saw had long, mousy brown hair matted with blood; the side of his face plastered with dirt and his leg bone sticking out at a peculiar angle. His arm was wrapped around another shoulder; his hair so discoloured with mud you couldn’t see what its natural hue would be. A large crimson stain was blossoming from his chest, through the thin linen shirt (his suspected armour underneath the first elf’s opposite arm). You covered your mouth as you caught the elf’s face.

You rushed to his side, grasping your king firmly and dragging him towards the hospital wing. You gave a cry and other elves sprinted to your side helping the brunette elf. Other attended the mass of elves behind them; uninjured, other on the edge of death, but all covered in blood, dirt and scratches.

You managed to lug Thranduil onto one of the hospital beds, the white sheets now caked in mud. You ripped out his shirt, ignoring the instinct to blush and nearly washed into another lapse of tears.

A large gash had ripped through his stomach, already drying blood crusting around the edges. Luckily, it wasn’t too deep and only piercing his muscle. You grabbed a towel from the chair next to you and pressed firmly on the wound. The blood finally stopped flowing and you tossed the scarlet cloth back onto the stool. All was left was a glistening wound; the blood streaked around the sides and you hoped it would heal quickly. You lifted another piece of cloth from a bucket of alcohol nearby. You dabbed it as gently as you could on his wound and you heard a violent wince.

Looking up you saw the sweaty, dirty king, biting his lip in attempt to hide any sign of pain, but to no avail, as his eyes throbbed with it. You finished up the alcohol applying, now the wound being able to heal cleanly. Thranduil chest shook as he breathed out shakily, his eyes closing in exhaustion. You stroked his hair, the dry dirt flaking off, revealing his white blonde colour.

You leaned up and laced a tender kiss to his forehead, savouring the cool feel of his skin. His breath tickled your neck when you pulled until your met his eyes.

“I’m sorry - for shouting.” He croaked. You shushed his softly and brushed your hand down his cheek.

“No need to apologise, my lord.” You whisper. You stood up and went to move out of the room when his hand shot out clutching your wrist.

“Stay.” He rasped. He moved over slowly, your eyebrows furrowing in worry every time he gasped in pain. You carefully lay down next to him, gently resting your head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He exhaled deeply as you drew small patterns on his chest to relax him and his eyes fluttered to a close.

“I love you (Y/N).” He breathed.